Chapter 90: Divine Powers—Will You Teach Me or Not?

“Wait!”
Kong Bumian was just about to activate the mysterious talisman when Huang Qizheng stopped him.
“You have a better idea?” Kong Bumian retorted, ignoring him and immediately activated the talisman.
Su Yizhao stared intently at the talisman.
The thin beast skin was inscribed with intricate patterns.
Each talisman bore different designs, with streams of energy swirling within them.
Kong Bumian recited an incantation, and two talismans were instantly activated, whistling as they shot into the pool.
As soon as they entered the water, the talismans exploded.
Thousands of golden lights flashed, fireballs, ice spikes, and even sword beams pierced deep into the pool.
“Bang bang bang...”
Explosions erupted from within, water splashing everywhere.
Everyone circulated their internal energy, focusing and preparing for danger.
When the water settled, the pool was calm once more.
Their spiritual senses probed, but were repelled at a depth of ten feet.
It had no effect!
“Everyone, attack together!” Huang Qizheng called out, summoning his flying sword.
Su Yizhao also summoned his sword.
Lu Yongxin brushed his right hand over his storage ring, and a massive sword appeared in his grasp.
The others dared not hesitate, and brought forth all kinds of divine weapons.
“Attack!”
Huang Qizheng shouted.
Everyone unleashed their spells at full power.
The air above the pool was immediately filled with blades and swords flashing.
A deafening roar erupted, and the entire pool exploded. In their spiritual perception, a huge chasm appeared at the bottom, and the water rushed down into it.
Unable to hold back, Lu Yongxin leapt in first.
In a blink, he followed the water down into the abyss.
Su Yizhao and the others were about to follow when suddenly, Lu Yongxin shot back up even faster, terror written across his fierce face. He streaked past them with a whoosh.
Su Yizhao sensed something was wrong and moved instantly.
Then, a tremendous force erupted from the depths.
Boom!
A shockwave scattered the ten figures, hurling them in all directions.
The afterimage Su Yizhao left behind shattered immediately.
His true body was already thirty feet away.
He looked toward the pool, astonished.
From the pool, cultivators began to shoot out continuously.
All were dwarven cultivators!
Nearly two hundred dwarves surged forth and, without a word, launched an attack.
One cultivator reacted a bit too slowly and was struck by the silver fists of more than ten dwarves—he never even made a sound before his body was pulverized.

Peak of the Six Divine Realm!
All of them were at the peak!
Su Yizhao dared not be careless; with a thought, eight flying swords were instantly summoned.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In an instant, countless golden rays swept into the ranks of the dwarves.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Some dwarves were shredded into meat, others met the attack with their fists.
Back in the brothel, Su Yizhao’s Heavenly Sword Technique had not yet been perfected; back then, he could barely withstand the dwarves’ blows.
But now, these dwarves were nothing but slaughtered prey.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Gold and silver collided, the dwarves’ silver fists crumbled to fragments.
Under the flood of golden light, not one survived.
Meanwhile, the other cultivators spread out, summoning their divine weapons and joining the slaughter.
Above, Ouyang Xiuxuan murmured, “Heavenly Sword Technique perfected, divine powers awakened—remarkable! This group has real promise.”
The battle raged fiercely in the manor below.
The dwarves were numerous, but these ten were ruthless.
Huang Qizheng called softly, “Stop!”
That single word seemed to command the very forces of heaven and earth; the five dwarves attacking him froze in midair.
No warning, no sign!
An instant later, the five regained movement, unaware that they had just paused, still mid-attack.
But that brief halt cost them their lives.
Five streaks of silver pierced their throats, spraying blood.
The bodies continued their forward momentum, but when they landed, they were already corpses.
Huang Qizheng’s right foot flicked out.
Thud, thud...
He kicked the bodies aside and glanced at Su Yizhao.
Seeing the ferocity of these two, the other cultivators dared not slacken, unleashing their full power.
The battle quickly became one-sided.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the dwarves were annihilated.
The scene was gruesome.
Limbs and remains littered the ground.
The ten stood atop the courtyard, gazing down.
The silver gauntlets faded, and the dwarves’ bodies began to transform.
Su Yizhao watched the familiar scene with growing horror.
They were transforming human cultivators into these monsters.
Suddenly,
He sensed something and looked up, meeting Huang Qizheng’s gaze.
Huang Qizheng smiled faintly at him.
Su Yizhao felt a chill.
He had seen that divine power, too.
There was no defense against it!

Just then, Ouyang Xiuxuan’s voice rang in their ears, “Su Yizhao, twenty-one points, currently in the lead.”
Everyone looked up abruptly.
Why only his score?
They stared at Ouyang Xiuxuan above, bewildered.
“This is just the appetizer,” Ouyang Xiuxuan closed his eyes and spoke softly.
Su Yizhao immediately understood.
Appetizer?
There was more in the deep pit beneath the pool?
The others caught on and rushed toward the abyss.
Su Yizhao followed without hesitation.
After all, a bet of a hundred million premium spirit stones was at stake!
The pit was deep.
After several breaths, they reached the bottom—it was wide.
The dim, damp environment did not bother them, but the sight before them stunned them.
The walls of the pit were lined with recessed molds.
Each mold was neither large nor small, neither tall nor short, seemingly just right for a dwarf to sit cross-legged.
Su Yizhao sent his spiritual sense deeper and shuddered.
Along the deeper walls, the molds were arranged in dense, orderly rows.
What shocked him more was that some molds actually held dwarves seated within.
The dwarves began to move slowly.
Suddenly, they opened their eyes and launched themselves from the molds, shooting toward them.
Utter depravity!
The demon race could fight or seize resources, but how could they use such secret arts to transform human cultivators?
Su Yizhao was instantly enraged.
Whoosh, whoosh...
A torrent of golden light cleared the way, and he followed it at full speed toward the depths.
Huang Qizheng wasted no time, catching up to run alongside him.
Squelch, squelch...
Dwarven cultivators were shredded in the golden light.
Ouyang Xiuxuan’s voice kept sounding in their ears, “Su Yizhao, twenty-two, twenty-eight, thirty, thirty-seven...”
“Heavenly Sword Technique perfected? Are you the Brothel Swordsman?” Huang Qizheng asked softly, unconcerned by Su Yizhao’s rising score.
Su Yizhao replied, “Your divine power is impressive, too. Will you teach me?”
Huang Qizheng looked crestfallen.
Teach you?
Truly worthy of the Brothel Scoundrel, your shamelessness is beyond words!
Besides, if it could be taught, would it still be divine power?
He snorted coldly, suddenly pulling away from Su Yizhao and shooting further into the depths.