My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Chapter 576 - 576 Myriad Elixir

576 Myriad Elixir

A force wave roared, decimating the earth and trees around them.

Amidst the destruction, the little girl stood untouched. Wood chips and sand speckled her face, but otherwise, she was unharmed. Even the rope she had provided, still in Qin Huai’s hand, bore no signs of wear.

Qin Huai’s gaze darted around, alert and assessing. He scrutinized the unique characteristics of the little girl’s body while also evaluating the spirit-gathering balls from the three heroes of Qiong Qi.

Qiong Simo growled, his patience waning. He raised his hands above his head, and an astonishing force of suction materialized. The surrounding sand and grass were instantly drawn into his grasp.

Within moments, a shadow loomed over Qin Huai, the world darkened, and breathing became a struggle.

“Myriad elixir!” Qiong Si Mo roared, hurling his amassed forces downwards. The hill-sized myriad elixir fell relentlessly, absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. No martial arts expert below the king realm could defend against or disregard this move — even an invincible body would be shattered.

Qiong Simo appeared livid, but beneath his wrathful exterior, he was a picture of calculated calm. Each move, each expression, was a part of his carefully crafted strategy to destroy his enemies. Judging by their ignorant calmness, he deduced they were likely descendants of the Kun Peng clan, one of the eight royal clans that had all but disappeared in name alone.

On the other side, Qin Huai calmly pinched another section of the rope. The little girl in his hand whirled at high speed, like a wheel aflame. An invisible wind wall formed above him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A potent wind blew as the spinning girl met the myriad elixir. Like an unstoppable sword, she shattered the massive object inch by inch. When the debris of sand and grass fell, it lost its original luster, becoming dark and gloomy before scattering like ashes on the ground.

Qin Huai frowned slightly but soon discovered the deeper mystery. Underneath the seemingly crude myriad elixir was an even larger, green-white spirit ball. Was it a move meant to devour the essence of all things?

“Can you hold it?” Qin Huai asked softly.

“Who are you looking down on!” the little girl retorted, her voice slightly shaky as though her mouth was filled with something.

The next moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer and spat out the gray powder that scattered on the ground. Compared to the myriad elixir’s onslaught, this feeling of dizziness was clearly more potent.

With a resounding bang, they clashed again. The little girl’s sharp blade retained its formidable edge, easily cleaving iron as if it were mere mud. Even the myriad elixir’s core couldn’t shift the balance of power.

Gradually, they morphed into sharp wind blades, obliterating the surrounding shrubs. In their wake, they left a path of complete devastation.

“What kind of joke is this? The myriad elixir… it’s ineffective?!” Qiong Simo exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the little girl before him. Unscathed, she stood her ground, as did the rope held by the demon.

“Kid, who are you?” Qiong Si Mo roared at Qin Huai, his face riddled with fear.

“Small tricks,” Qin Huai responded coldly. His empty left hand swiftly swung into a fist behind him.

Bang!

A resonating explosion followed, as though the air itself had been struck by a heavy blow. A fierce force whirled and surged, almost as if Qin Huai had erected an air wall behind him. A spirit-gathering ball shattered under the force of his fist, blood scattering in the air.

Gritting his teeth, Qiong Siyao bore the violent tremors coursing through his arm. He steeled his resolve and bit down on Qin Huai’s arm. His snow-white teeth instantly enlarged, glinting with a cold, threatening light, reminiscent of a sword concealed within his flesh.

Crack!

Sparks flew as Qiong Siyao bit down as if he were biting into a precious weapon. Qin Huai’s skin emanated a faint golden glow as his teeth clamped shut.

Bang!

With a sudden exertion of strength, Qin Huai’s arm expanded. His eyes shone with a stark white light, his hair instantaneously whitening — the dragon king form!

The terrifying power seemed unstoppable, catching Qiong Siyao off guard. His sharp fangs shattered into fist-sized fragments upon impact.

Qin Huai flipped his hand and gripped Qiong Siyao’s tongue. A muffled groan echoed like thunder as Qin Huai hoisted the nine-meter-tall Qiong Siyao off the ground. In a display of raw power, he slammed Qiong Siyao repeatedly on the ground like a toy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dust and rocks flew, mixing with the cries of the withered flowers. The forceful attacks created a huge pit, several meters deep.

Qiong Siyao, bearing the brunt of the assault, was a bloody mess. He felt as if his internal organs were corroding, his strength waning over time. A faint chant echoed in his mind, suggesting poison, but there was something else too… something nauseating.

In a miserable state, Qiong Siyao had intended to use a strange move to gain the upper hand, but he found himself at a severe disadvantage instead. Rendered immobile by Qin Huai’s grip, he realized the stranger’s unique strength and oddity made close combat an impossibility.

His entire Qiong Qi clan would be utterly disadvantaged against this monster.

The irony wasn’t lost on Qiong Si Yao. The six royal clans often used their bodies to intimidate others, but now the tables had turned.

With another echoing bang, Qin Huai once again slammed Qiong Siyao forcefully onto the ground. The indescribable pain in the latter’s body reached its peak, and his ‘body’ in the spirit world could no longer endure.

Qiong Siyao shattered, dissolving into spiritual energy that filled the sky, subtly merging into Qin Huai’s body.