Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

On Celestial Dragon Mountain, the world shook with the force of a landslide and a tsunami.

Song Ciwan posed her question, then paused for a moment.

'Xiaoliao, who exactly are you?'

Before Xiaoliao could respond, Song Ciwan continued, "No matter who you are, you're definitely not Xiaoliao. If I'm not mistaken... then you must be the Mountain God. No, or rather, you're the Evil Spirit that usurped the Mountain God's position!"

"You're an Evil Spirit!"

Song Ciwan repeated those four words, and they struck with the force of a thousand thunderbolts falling from the sky.

"You're an Evil Spirit!"

"You're an Evil Spirit..."

Each cry, each sentence, unleashed rolling thunder that came crashing down. RUMBLE! It threatened to split the dark night into day!

When "Xiaoliao" had questioned Song Ciwan, his voice shook the heavens and filled the air with rolling waves of fury. His power had been utterly terrifying.

But now, as Song Ciwan questioned "Xiaoliao," the tables had turned in a curious way.

Her voice carried the weight of thunder, and the power behind her questioning now matched his from before—

No, Song Ciwan's power was even stronger.

On the summit of Celestial Dragon Mountain, earth and rock flew. Chunks of hard soil, some even imbued with a kind of "divinity," were blasted into scorched ash by the furious lightning.

Although Guo Laojiang and the other "people" weren't directly struck, the aftershocks of the lightning caused their faces to pale and their forms to grow unstable.

They originally had the appearance of "people." Though their faces were pale and their bodies gaunt, they at least looked human at first glance. Now, however, affected by the sudden, violent lightning, their bodies began to grow hazy and translucent.

At that same moment, Song Ciwan lifted her foot and took a light step forward.

The step seemed simple, but it was in fact a profound act of Space Crossing.

She wasn't crossing the small, visible distance between them; after all, only about twenty feet separated Song Ciwan and "Xiaoliao" to begin with—

For an expert, that distance was no different than being face-to-face.

What Song Ciwan truly crossed was a different plane of existence, a strange barrier between reality and illusion. It was the distance between the Mortal World and the Netherworld, the abyssal chasm between life and death, between human and god!

She hadn't been able to find an opening to make the crossing, unable to locate the nexus point between her reality and the plane "Xiaoliao" occupied.

It was her pointed accusation that had caused a momentary resonance and tremor between the two worlds, allowing her to seize that sliver of an opportunity and complete the crossing in a flash.

Having crossed in a single step, Song Ciwan's hand shot out. As swift and sudden as a Divine Dragon extending its claw, she seized Xiaoliao.

The move was completely unexpected by "Xiaoliao." From his expression of utter disbelief, it was clear he had never imagined Song Ciwan could actually grab him.

In the next instant, Song Ciwan ripped a strange, twisted phantom from Xiaoliao's body—an ethereal figure that looked like coalesced gray mist.

"AHHH—!" An eerie shriek pierced the air.

"AHHHHH—"

As the terrifying shriek echoed, Guo Laojiang and the others, who had been swaying unsteadily in the storm, suddenly transformed.

Moments before, they had all looked pitiful. But as the shriek intensified, their pale faces turned a sickly gray-green. Sharp fangs sprouted from their mouths, and slimy, gray-green tentacles snaked out from the depths of their throats...

Their once-gaunt bodies suddenly bloated, swelling up as if pumped full of air.

Slabs of gray-green muscle, hard as iron, bulged from their frames. The "people," once of normal human height, suddenly shot up in size, transforming into terrifying giants nearly thirty feet tall!

With ten giants standing packed together, the entire area in front of the Mountain God Temple suddenly felt cramped.

Taking huge strides, they charged toward Song Ciwan like ten mountains of flesh.

Meanwhile, amidst the unending shrieks, a stern voice rose in a furious roar, "Human Race Cultivator, you dare commit blasphemy against a god! You deserve death! You deserve death! AHHHH—!"

Song Ciwan's figure flickered as she crossed space again. The ten charging mountains of flesh collided with one another in a tangled heap.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The ten mountains of flesh fell to the ground in a heap. The resulting devastation was comparable to a meteor strike.

"GACKLE GACKLE GACKLE!" The Big White Goose hopped out, flapping its wings. It craned its neck and cackled at the pathetic pile of fleshy mountains.

To the cheerful accompaniment of the Big White Goose, Song Ciwan raised a hand and hurled the Mountain God Statue she'd been holding aloft. The statue slammed down upon the ten mountains of flesh.

BAM!

Dust and smoke billowed out. The mountains of flesh, which had seemed so bloated and real, were instantly annihilated into nothingness by the impact of the Mountain God Statue.

Meanwhile, the phantom of "Xiaoliao," still clutched in Song Ciwan's hand, finally stopped screaming.

Of course, it hadn't stopped screaming on its own. Its shriek was cut short when Song Ciwan tore its phantom body apart with her bare hands.

The first time, Song Ciwan ripped it in two. In an instant, its smoky essence stretched and reconnected, forming a complete body once more.

The smoke was just noticeably fainter.

The second time, she tore off all its limbs. Just as before, the smoke stretched and reconnected them, and its form grew even fainter...

And so it went—a third tear, a fourth... Song Ciwan ripped the strange "Smoke Evil Spirit" apart again and again.

The Evil Spirit's shrieks turned to wails, and its wails turned to pleas for mercy.

"Spare me, Fairy! I know I was wrong, I beg you, spare my life..."

"Fairy, I only ever absorbed a little Essence Qi from passersby. I never dared to commit any great evil. Please, spare me, Fairy..."

Seeing that its repeated pleas left Song Ciwan unmoved, the smoke instantly changed its tune and resorted to threats.

"Human Race Cultivator, regardless of anything else, I am still the Celestial Dragon Mountain God! If you dare kill me, it will be reflected instantly on the Court's register of Divine Spirits. You'll be branded a fugitive, and your death will be certain!"

"Human Race Cultivator, let me go! Otherwise, your fate will be even worse than mine! AHHHH! Waaaaah..."

It shrieked and sobbed, a pitiful display of pain and misery.

At the same time, Song Ciwan received clusters of emotionally rich energy.

Strangely, the battle Song Ciwan was fighting had been incredibly intense from the start.

Logically speaking, she should have been receiving all sorts of this energy for a while now.

From the moment the Tiger-headed People appeared and she confronted them, even trading for the Mountain God Statue, to when Guo Laojiang and the ten other non-humans emerged from the Mountain God Temple to recount the stories of their deaths—

at every one of those junctures, she should have received a considerable amount of various emotional energy clusters.

These non-humans were all highly emotional, none possessing a detached or tranquil state of mind. They should have been excellent sources of this emotional energy.

But the truth was, not a single one of them had given off any clusters of emotional energy for the Heaven and Earth Scale to collect.

Not one!

'How strange is that?'

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