Chapter 675: Chapter 202: If Fate Brings You Harm
Waves roared and surged endlessly.
Golden beams shot out, and rocks and soil flew everywhere. Occasionally, flames took shape, and wooden strips danced in the air.
Five Elements Magic was used alternately in Ning Zhuo’s hands, pressing the Golden Core Cultivator, Yan Jin, to the point where he couldn’t lift his head.
“Damn it!”
“Even with the Magic Treasure Bell in hand, I’m still at a disadvantage.”
“Is this kid really only sixteen years old?”
Yan Jin gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on with all his might.
The next moment, he widened his eyes in astonishment as he discovered a web of cracks forming on the bell before him.
He could still hold on, but the bell was nearing its limit.
After all, this bell was never meant for attack but was an auxiliary tool for Artifact Refining.
“Oh, it’s almost at its limit,” Ning Zhuo noticed keenly and adapted swiftly.
He decisively reduced the strength and frequency of his spells.
Yan Jin immediately felt a significant reduction in pressure.
A feeling of indignation rose in his heart: “I, a senior in cultivation, have become a living target for a sixteen-year-old boy.”
“This kid doesn’t see me as a person, so I’ll practice his spells!”
Yan Jin felt deeply humiliated.
Ning Zhuo grew more excited.
“So, I can be this powerful?”
“It’s all because my physical foundation has grown so much stronger, allowing me to gain more enhancements from the Heroic Return Skill.”
“The stronger I am, the more potent my spells become.”
“The only weakness now is my insufficient Mana. However, I currently have military power to consume instead.”
Ning Zhuo’s numerous war experiences taught him that an army’s military power was akin to a communal Mana Pool. This pool’s capacity often far exceeded individual limits.
While Ning Zhuo’s Mechanical Army couldn’t compare to the Red Flower Camp or the Three Generals Camp, it shouldn’t be forgotten—Ning Zhuo alone formed an army.
The entire military power was at his disposal!
“Boss, after all, you’re amazing.”
“If it weren’t for you discovering the correct use of the Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat, I wouldn’t have progressed so quickly in such a short time!”
In the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, Sun Lingtong laughed playfully, “Of course.”
Ning Zhuo didn’t know that Sun Lingtong was even happier than he was.
“Little Zhuo, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you smile like this.” Sun Lingtong’s eyes were misty with nostalgia.
He remembered the first time he spoke with Ning Zhuo; the latter broke into tears.
To save his mother, the little body carried a heavy burden. From the age of two, he began plotting against the Lava Fairy Palace, facing the City Lord’s Mansion, the three major families, and other Golden Core Level and Nascent Soul Level cultivators, akin to an ant challenging a mountain.
What immense pressure!
But Sun Lingtong couldn’t persuade Ning Zhuo to change his mind.
Because he was equally determined himself.
To rescue his master, Sun Lingtong had risked his life countless times, sneaking into the Lava Fairy Palace.
Injury after injury, narrow escapes from death, repeated disappointments, pushing him closer to despair.
“Now, I’ve come out of it, but Little Zhuo hasn’t yet!”
Ning Zhuo never concealed his plan to save his mother from Sun Lingtong.
“Relying solely on Spiritual Nature for resurrection?”
Sun Lingtong knew how unrealistic and slim the chances were.
“Even soul possession has great drawbacks, continually pulled by the Netherworld. When the soul falls into the Netherworld, it’ll face even more severe punishment!”
“Reviving the dead is a grave taboo, even in demonic paths. Achieving success is extremely difficult, often with a cost far exceeding the gains!”
But Sun Lingtong couldn’t dissuade Ning Zhuo, as he had been in the same position and had no right to talk.
Once, he was solely fixated on finding his benefactor, willing to risk his life without hesitation.
But gradually, Sun Lingtong began to worry—if he died, what would happen to Little Zhuo?
The longer he spent with Ning Zhuo, the more this worry gnawed at his heart.
“My life, my existence, you saved, Little Zhuo!”
“So no matter how difficult this path to save your mother is, I’ll always be with you.”
“But…”
Sun Lingtong, with his experience, sincerely hoped Ning Zhuo wouldn’t go down such a dark path.
So even when Ning Zhuo was only at the Foundation Establishment, he welcomed and supported him to travel and see the world.
“Little Zhuo, the Fire Persimmon Immortal City is like a cage, a heavy shackle on your mind and body.”
“As long as you stay in the city, you’ll continue plotting against the Lava Fairy Palace.”
“You’ve lived in Fire Persimmon Immortal City for too long, enduring for sixteen years since childhood. But endurance is not the main color of life, Little Zhuo.”
The journey allowed Ning Zhuo to see many different landscapes and lives.
The wars in Liangzhu Country made Ning Zhuo feel both fear and excitement.
Fierce battles and war are the most ardent desires buried in every male’s heart.
“The past you was like a suppressed volcano, your anger, unwillingness, schemes, and ambitions all had to be endured and buried deep inside, awaiting an outburst that would shatter the world.”
“And now, the fervor of the battlefield has already infected you, Little Zhuo.”
Ambushes, reconnaissance battles in the Thousand Peak Forest, large-scale battles on the Iron Flow Plains…
Liu Guanzhang, Mu Lan, Shuangjing, Gu Ya, Tu Ming…
These wars and people all subtly influenced Ning Zhuo.
As an onlooker, Sun Lingtong observed clearly.
Ning Zhuo thought his substantial improvement brought him joy.
But Sun Lingtong knew that if the Ning Zhuo who had just left Fire Persimmon Immortal City encountered this, he would just smirk, secretly delighting that such a change would help revive his mother.