School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1779: 1865: Success, Promotion to Heavenly Lord
An old man garbed in purple attire chuckled sinisterly at the assembled demon gods, extending a hand towards them.
His smile, perhaps intended as friendly, instead elicited looks of utter despair from the demon gods, as if they were on the verge of tears.
“Master Jiu, we…”
These crestfallen demon gods attempted to voice their grievances, but the diminutive old man in purple cut them off, “A bet is a bet, and losing means admitting it. You’ve lost fair and square, are you now attempting to welsh on your debt?”
His words effectively silenced the demon gods. This diminutive old man was none other than the ninth most powerful entity on Demon God Mountain, and their own strength paled in comparison to his. This master’s sole indulgence was his passion for gambling and devising various betting schemes.
Initially, every inhabitant of Demon God Mountain, from Great Demons to Divine Beasts, had fallen prey to his schemes. However, they soon grew to fear him, realizing they were no match for Master Jiu.
Yet, Master Jiu was notoriously stingy. If he were to occasionally permit a loss, a sliver of hope might surface for others. This miserly elder, however, insisted on winning every single time, leaving all the demon gods of Demon God Mountain in a state of utter desolation.
“Old Jiu, after all these millennia, how have you not shed this old habit? This young fellow seems acquainted with a former friend of mine, someone you also know. Do you intend to offer no assistance?”
Cang Yue’s voice resonated through the void, reaching the wily old man’s ears.
The sly old man let out a chuckle, “Eldest brother, cease your teasing. If I were to truly intervene, it might inadvertently create imperfections in his Martial Arts.”
“Hahaha, Old Jiu, you speak the truth; such matters are best left unmeddled with.”
Cang Yue’s voice gradually receded. As it faded, the wily old man suddenly recalled something of significance, “Eldest brother, I have recalled something; a peculiar event transpired recently within the Panlong Star Domain.”
“Oh?”
“A Small World has materialized in the expanse of the starry sky, seemingly traversing inter-world barriers. Its nature, whether benevolent or malevolent, remains unknown.” The expression of the wretched purple-robed man shifted to one of sudden seriousness.
“Old Jiu, whatever you cannot fathom, I, Cang Yue, naturally cannot comprehend either. Very well, I shall enter seclusion…” Cang Yue’s voice vanished completely.
“Eldest brother…”
The wretched old man, who seemed to have anticipated such developments, still felt a pang of melancholy. He cast a glance at the surrounding demon gods, whose gazes were fixed upon him with palpable reluctance, and scoffed, “What are you gawking at? Have you never beheld such a distinguished elder?”
With his pronouncement delivered, he arrogantly selected a spot and, with a subtle movement of his aged palm, conjured a table crafted from golden sandalwood before himself.
Intricate tea sets adorned the table, and a plume of flame erupted from the old man’s palm, remarkably beginning the process of brewing tea.
These demon gods observed with a collective sense of bewilderment; this Master Jiu’s true form was that of a Nine-Clawed Fire Glass, a rare variant among the Ancient Ten Fierce Beasts.
To employ his own life flame for brewing tea was an act that would likely incite the fury of the Huoli clan to the point of apoplexy, should they ever discover it.
The old man gently simmered the tea, his gaze fixed upon the profound transformation occurring within Chen Nan’s body in the void.
One hour!
Two hours!
In the blink of an eye, thirty-six hours had elapsed. The body that had appeared utterly ravaged moments before now seemed to be undergoing a phoenix-like rebirth, bathed in fire, as its scabbed layers of dried blood began to flake away.
“Creak… creak…”
The distinct sounds of grinding bones emanated consecutively.
Throughout those thirty-six hours, the faint vitality within Chen Nan ignited like a spring of life erupting within his being, surging with potent life force, drawing the covetous gazes of the distant Heavenly People Clan and the demon gods of Demon God Mountain, who yearned to immerse themselves in this intense vitality.
Yet, none dared to make a move. The master of Demon God Mountain, Cang Yue, had explicitly stated Chen Nan’s connection to him.
Moreover, among the fourteen most potent beings in Demon God Mountain, Old Jiu of the Nine-Clawed Fire Glass, renowned for his irreverence, was observing Chen Nan with an intensity that bordered on reverence, as if examining a priceless treasure.
Chen Nan endured immense agony, yet this suffering brought him profound joy. During the preceding period, he had existed in a state akin to chaos, devoid of all sensation, much like a deceased entity; that utter lack of feeling was the most terrifying experience. Only the living can perceive pain, and in that perception lies the joy of existence.
“Still, this sensation… it’s truly marvelous!”
Chen Nan could not help but exclaim in appreciation.
The assembled demon gods of Demon God Mountain were collectively perplexed; this young man… is truly an unusual individual. How could such an anomaly exist within the Human Clan?
“The master is alive, the master has miraculously returned, hahahaha.” The Black Forest Demon King declared, overcome with tearful elation.
Chen Nan was not deceased. Had he truly passed, his revival would have been an insurmountable challenge. It was merely that his Chaos Sacred Body had, in its moment of receiving the most devastating external harm, concealed the seed of life within, thus creating the deceptive appearance of death.
However, to the perception of many formidable cultivators, this ruse could not be sustained indefinitely.
…
The emergence of the Haotian Tower, which had previously consumed the Heavenly People Clan, left the onlookers utterly stunned, yet none dared to utter a sound. Even without Chen Nan’s full strength restored, the sheer terror of the Haotian Tower was evident. Without even a visible move, it had absorbed one of their own, and the agonizing screams that followed were proof of its dread power. The prolonged screams of the Heavenly Person likely persisted until the Haotian Tower, perhaps to spare Chen Nan further distress, finally ended their torment. After the passage of perhaps a hundred breaths, Chen Nan ascended into the heavens. It was as if someone awakening from a long slumber, his aura transformed entirely, now possessing a profound restraint. Those demon gods below the Invincible Realm would struggle to even detect his presence, were it not for witnessing him with their own eyes. A radiant light emanated from the Haotian Tower, and a voice, tinged with surprise, declared: “Chen Nan, this fellow unexpectedly reached the Heavenly Monarch Realm in this manner. This is far sooner than I had foreseen. This kid is truly an anomaly; even Small Tower cannot accurately pinpoint his future path.” The Haotian Tower's tone conveyed a mix of astonishment, disbelief, and overwhelming elation. Despite being a Treasure, even possessing an Artifact Spirit, and existing above the innate Spiritual Treasures of the Four Extremes World, it remained a Treasure. For eons, its greatest aspiration wasn't to be the strongest itself, but to witness its master's continuous ascent to power, even surpassing its own might; therein lay its true glory. Previously, Chen Nan was merely at the Immortal Domain Peak, and even then, the Haotian Tower couldn't divine his future trajectory. Now, it foresaw an exceptionally bright future. A cultivator whose destiny cannot be mapped by any powerful entity is, in truth, the ultimate powerhouse!