As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1590: 420: Who Stands Above King Yan Among the New Underworld Members? Grandmaster Zhao Will Be Healed Upon Entering My Underworld [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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“It is a relief… the Underworld endured massive losses as well, and I managed to obliterate that Small Cave Heaven. Even if their Divine Tribulation forces gather again, it will take a decade at minimum. The price paid by that Underworld Yama to wound me so gravely was far too steep… A physical shell cannot withstand such power; even if he survived, he is surely a cripple now!”
Zhao Beidou exhaled deeply. His once youthful, sage-like appearance had withered, showing the heavy toll of time as he suddenly looked much older.
Whenever the pain of his wounds flared, Zhao Beidou found solace in the fact that the Underworld had been equally devastated.
Suddenly.
The sound of light footsteps approached.
From outside the tent, the weary and frail voice of Xie Yushen drifted in: “Grandmaster, please remain at the entrance… I must discuss the strategy for the upcoming siege of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect with Grandmaster Zhao.”
Grandmaster Huang Mei’s calm response followed: “Amitabha Buddha, State Preceptor, please proceed.”
A moment later, the sound of moving fabric filled the air.
Xie Yushen stood just beyond the flap, asking softly: “Grandmaster Zhao, may I enter for a discussion?”
Sitting upright upon his meditation cushion, Zhao Beidou’s brow twitched slightly.
He quickly smoothed his expression and offered a thin smile: “Certainly. It is freezing outside; please enter quickly, State Preceptor.”
Upon hearing the invitation, Xie Yushen lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.
“Cough, cough…”
Dressed in his Crane Robe, Xie Yushen was gripped by a fit of coughing, his complexion pale and sickly.
Zhao Beidou observed the frail State Preceptor and let out a soft sigh; the man was in worse condition than he was, suffering the backlash of utilizing the Luck Golden Lotus…
In the end, Zhao Beidou felt it was a result of his own failure to protect him.
He produced a meditation cushion and set it down, flicking his fingers to ignite the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire. The temperature inside the tent rose instantly.
“Please, State Preceptor, take a seat.”
Zhao Beidou spoke with a forced smile.
Xie Yushen smiled back and settled cross-legged onto the cushion.
“To what do I owe this visit, State Preceptor?”
Zhao Beidou asked while stroking his beard.
Xie Yushen coughed again, his gaze appearing somewhat clouded: “Grandmaster Zhao, you see my current state… it deteriorates daily. Borrowing the power of the Luck Golden Lotus carries a heavy price.”
“With the Old Dragon God now aiding us, our imperial army has regained the resolve to strike the Qian Yuan Divine Sect once more…”
“Yet, the Underworld remains an enigma. We still find ourselves in great need of your strength, Grandmaster Zhao.”
Zhao Beidou’s smile grew warmer; Xie Yushen truly excelled in his role as State Preceptor, as his words were quite flattering…
“Regrettably, my Disaster Wheel has been compromised. It is not wise for me to engage in direct combat for now. However, I can remain present; the mere presence of a Divine Tribulation Cultivation expert is a powerful deterrent. It will force both the Qian Yuan Divine Sect and the Underworld to act with caution.”
But when Zhao Beidou finished speaking, Xie Yushen simply shook his head.
“That will not suffice.”
The smile on Zhao Beidou’s face began to fade.
The man had previously begged him to stay!
He had promised that no action would be required…
Did he now expect him to fight at the risk of his Disaster Wheel shattering and his life ending?!
Did Xie Yushen truly intend to treat a prestigious Divine Tribulation Cultivator like a common laborer?!
Zhao Beidou’s expression turned icy, and he let out a cold snort.
Xie Yushen looked at him and smiled, seemingly unbothered by the darkening mood of the elder.
“The damage Grandmaster Zhao sustained is too severe; it would be ideal for you to reach full recovery before we begin the siege of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect.”
Xie Yushen spoke with apparent sincerity.
Hearing this, Zhao Beidou’s anger softened slightly, as he seemed to misinterpret the intent.
However, he shook his head with a bitter laugh: “State Preceptor, you have not reached the Divine Tribulation stage, so you cannot comprehend…”
“Damage to the Disaster Wheel is the most agonizing of injuries. For any Cultivator at my level, healing is not something achieved overnight.”
“I require at least five years of quiet meditation to nurture the Disaster Wheel and allow the fractures to mend.”
Once Zhao Beidou stopped speaking, Xie Yushen smiled and shook his head once more: “Five years… that is far too long.”
“Oh? Is the State Preceptor perhaps offering some rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures? Perhaps the priceless Three Pure Ones Nourishing God Pill?”
Zhao Beidou asked mockingly.
He did not believe for a second that Xie Yushen possessed something as rare as a Three Pure Ones Nourishing God Pill.
Even if he did, he would never waste it on Zhao Beidou.
As he expected, Xie Yushen shook his head again.
But after that…
Xie Yushen looked up, his eyes locking onto Zhao Beidou with a piercing intensity.
“I… possess another way. A method that will allow Grandmaster Zhao to heal his wounds and reclaim his full power within a single day!”
Zhao Beidou’s eyebrows knitted together tightly.
His heart suddenly hammered against his ribs for reasons he couldn't explain.
“What sort of method?”
Zhao Beidou narrowed his eyes.
Xie Yushen’s lips curled into a grin as he opened his hand.
A Luck Golden Lotus bloomed instantly beneath Zhao Beidou. The elder’s eyes bulged, and a wave of fury washed over his face.
The dread that had been building in his chest finally boiled over!
This Xie Yushen…
He was completely mad!
Yet, the State Preceptor simply threw his arms wide and smiled, declaring:
“Grandmaster Zhao!”
“The solution is…”
“To embrace eternal life, never to fade or perish—simply enter our Underworld!”