Chapter 1759 — Showdown at the Peak
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Shen Mu sat within the coffin and slowly turned his head again. Those fifty Dao-Slaying Divine Nails truly hurt; every movement sent a piercing pain through his heart.
Yet it was thanks to those nails that the Dao wound the Third Young Master had inflicted on him was held in check, leaving him vigor enough to study the Daoist arts and divine powers hidden within that wound. Seizing the chance to reopen his divine treasury and remake his primordial spirit, he had wiped away the injuries to treasury and spirit alike, leaving only the wounds of the flesh.
Once that last matter was settled, his cultivation would be fully restored, and greater than before. "The Third Young Master's art was one the master of Miluo Palace devised to counter the Lord of Tiandu. Against me it was more than sufficient; only, my path of cultivation differs from the Lord of Tiandu's, and so it did not take my life at a single stroke.
" He studied the Dao wound in his injuries closely, then suddenly laughed aloud inside the coffin: "The Third Young Master was unwise. I obtained but a single Miluo Palace dao pattern, yet he has gifted me so many, and our teacher's great divine art besides! " In Lanfeng Valley, many old acquaintances were walking over, meaning to check on him; hearing laughter from the coffin, they could not help exchanging glances. "I knew he would not die," said the Village Head, and he remarked to the Steward with much regret, "Good men do not live long; calamity endures a thousand years.
How could Shen'er possibly die? " The Steward nodded again and again. Ling Yuxiu hurried to the coffin and saw Shen Mu sitting inside, his face sallow as wax; her heart ached beyond measure.
Shen Mu laughed. "My lady, my wounds are not grave.
At most ten years, at least five, and I shall be healed.
" Seeing the coffin nails driven all over his body, five of them through the crown of his head, Ling Yuxiu could not hold back her tears. Choking, she said, "These coffin nails are Xing Han's work.
So cruel, and I treated him so kindly.
. .
" "So it was Xing Han's doing. " Shen Mu was astonished.
"I wondered who had deliberately left me such a gaping flaw. Xing Han is a warm heart beneath a cold face; I misjudged him before. " For all his fathomless cunning, he did not know that Xing Han had in truth left him only a one-percent flaw; it was Taichu who mistook Xing Han's intent and left a flaw of one hundred percent.
"My lady, lift your head and look.
When the war at Xuandu ends, that will be the hour for Jingping's counterattack. " Shen Mu smiled.
"And then, we can have our child. " Ling Yuxiu's face flushed; she spat lightly and murmured, "The elders are all here. " Coughs came from beyond the coffin, one after another.
Shen Mu could not turn his head and could not see around him, but from those coughs he knew the space outside must be crowded with people.
"Prime timber of the finest grade.
" Old Huo measured the coffin with a grave face, pretending he had heard nothing, and praised it: "I have built many coffins in my day, but never one of such material.
This artifact-forging skill is likely no whit inferior to the Silent Artisan's. " The Blind Elder had come too.
Studying the runes and marks upon the coffin, he praised it: "A truly fine coffin!
A pity Shen'er lies in it; otherwise I would certainly climb in and enjoy the comfort myself! " "Shen'er is a fortunate one," the Deaf Elder exclaimed loudly. "Alchemist, would you not agree?
" The Alchemist's voice came, and he must have been standing behind Shen Mu's head, examining the wounds and the coffin nails one by one, for he answered carelessly, "Indeed, indeed. The coffin nails in Shen'er's body are no common things either. Such nails can suppress corpse and spirit alike; nail one into an Imperial Throne and even he could not turn into a corpse-fiend.
" Granny Zhu glared at them ferociously.
The Village Head had meant to make a few jokes, but at that look he hastily shut his mouth.