Chapter 123: Song of the Twin Gods pt. 4

Hōnglóng—

Ming Zhuo threw the long spear with formidable momentum, breaking through the strong wind and striking the doorway. The creature lurking at the entrance cried out sharply in pain as it took the hit.

Little Luo Xu exclaimed, "You're hurt!"

The gash on Ming Zhuo's hand was deep as if cut by a knife. His gaze was icy, and as he flexed his fingers, lightning crackled again. "What's a scratch like this? Your bites hurt more."

The wind ceased, and the two Yin-Yang Coins returned to Little Luo Xu's chest. Ignoring the question of where the "bites" had come from, he said, "You're pouring out blood!"

Ming Zhuo tilted his head slightly, letting the blood from his cheek trickle down to his neck. Half of his face was drenched in blood, and his amber eyes were half-closed. "Don't panic."

Little Luo Xu swayed in mid-air, his vision obstructed, seeing only Ming Zhuo's hand. Suddenly he said, "The big me gave you the Yin-Yang Coin to protect you. If you don't want it, then I don't want it either."

The Yin-Yang Coin could only be entrusted to someone close, and its presence with Ming Zhuo indicated that it was under Luo Xu's command. Ming Zhuo had just thrown it out to work together with Little Luo Xu's Yin-Yang Coin, blocking the wind attack.

"I've said it before," Ming Zhuo stated, "What's yours is mine. And what's mine, I use as I please."

He lifted his left hand and summoned a paper figure from the darkness. The paper figure, unable to withstand the wind attack, was now even more tattered, looking as if it had been crumpled hundreds of times and could barely stand.

Ming Zhuo's fingers were covered in blood. He flexed them and tapped on the little paper figure’s forehead, silently controlling it. The little paper man, stained with his blood, inflated like a balloon, shook in mid-air and transformed into a robe adorned with white rose patterns.

If Luo Xu were present, he would have recognised this robe as identical to the one he used to wrap little Ming Zhuo, the same one "mother" had.

"The thing at the door is greedy and loves to eat children," Ming Zhuo said. "If you don't want to be eaten, stay here obediently."

Little Luo Xu's ankles were released, and he was set back on the ground. The two Yin-Yang Coins bounced a few times, then crawled into his collar, resting against his chest. He looked at Ming Zhuo's face, his expression dazed and changing rapidly. "You don't want my help, fine. I'll stay here, but you need to tell me, what exactly is that thing?"

"The people of West Xikui Mountain revere it as the tongue of the Jiao Mother," Ming Zhuo glanced towards the door. "They call it Wenle, it is also called the Fragrant God."

"I know about the Fragrant God," Little Luo Xu said. "But isn't it said to only feed on scents? I've never heard of it eating children."

Ming Zhuo chuckled, his tone mocking: "'Only feeds on scents,' who said that? And who can prove it?"

Little Luo Xu's thoughts raced, "Everyone knows that the people of Shaman Sect wear incense burners and burn incense in times of need to ask the Fragrant God for its powers."

"Borrowing powers, you know about that too," Ming Zhuo laughed coldly. "How much power do you think the Shamans Sect can borrow with their paltry incense? When the Fragrant God defied the heavens in Peidu and commanded the giant statues to drag away my divine palace, it relied on far more than a few incense burners or a handful of disciples."

Ming Zhuo had told Luo Xu when they returned to Peidu that commanding the giant statues required immense spiritual energy. He had always wondered what the Shaman Sect had fed Wenle to make it willing to help with such power.

And then there was Cui Changting. He had no advantage within the Qiankun Sect and had lost face at the Heavenly Sea, making him a discarded pawn. Yet somehow, he appeared in Peidu and became the "Cui Shixiong" that everyone fawned over.

These strange and unreasonable events one after another finally had an answer.

The Fragrant God at the door tried to crawl inside. Though it was formless, its body seemed extraordinarily large, unable to squeeze into the hallway. It broke all the surrounding doors and windows. The air was thick with a strange fragrance, and the deadly wind rose again.

"This wind," little Luo Xu braved the fierce wind, his silver hair flying, "this wind—"

"This wind is the power of the Wind God Qingying," Ming Zhuo threw the white rose robe onto little Luo Xu. "If it hadn't eaten the Wind God, how could it display such grandeur? I initially thought it was just overeating and misplaced us deliberately, but now it seems it hasn't fully digested the Wind God's abilities and can't use them proficiently."

The Wind God Qingying's other ability was that with every flap of its wings, it could change a person's fate. In Wenle’s hands, this ability somehow transformed into the power of exchange, leading to Ming Zhuo encountering little Luo Xu, and Luo Xu encountering little Ming Zhuo.

Ming Zhuo's words were clear and precise, but they made little Luo Xu dizzy. Just as his cloak lost its effect, he pulled down the hood, exclaiming, "How can a deity eat another deity‽"

"Good question," Ming Zhuo's lightning spear reappeared in his fingers. His eyes were dark as he glanced at little Luo Xu, then seemingly at the older one. "If a deity can't eat another deity, then you've never wondered why Hui Mang, a moon god, can wield thunder?"

Hōnglóng!

Lightning wrapped around Ming Zhuo's right arm. He smirked, his amber eyes filled with coldness. The Blood Shackle Curse crept up his neck, the sound of chains softly ringing. In the fierce wind, the true Hui Mang materialised into a half-body statue, appearing behind him.

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