Chapter 137: Is the Supreme Taiyi Water Really That Powerful?
"I'll fight you all!"
The black monstrous beast roared as it flung its wings open, unleashing a storm soaked in blood. Its life force was burning—heartblood ignited in desperation. It was trying to break out of the joint siege formed by the warriors of Stone Village and Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
But there was no escape.
Stone Village hadn't confronted it head-on. They hadn't needed to. They just sealed off every path it could flee through.
No skyward road. No underground door.
The black beast didn't understand how it ended up in this trap.
The group attacking it from behind, launching wave after wave of sacred techniques—those were Heaven-Mending Pavilion's people. The beast could easily crush several of them in a single charge.
But the problem was the raptors blocking the skies—fierce avians of similar strength that kept it from escaping. It couldn't break out, couldn't run. Its strength was slowly being ground down, and all it could do was struggle helplessly.
It felt like being eaten alive, piece by piece.
Its own brutality, now used against it.
As the beast's aura weakened, Pi Houzi—leading the Stone Village warriors—had a sudden flicker of crimson light in his eyes. He unleashed his most powerful technique.
"Form-Intent Technique: Crocodile Stance."
The Crocodile here wasn't just any swamp predator—it was the legendary Hog-Dragon, scale-armored from head to tail, overflowing with brutal strength and famed for its death roll. Once it latched on, there was no escape.
According to old tales—
The Hog-Dragon was closely tied to the Thunder God. Its appearance was said to summon stormclouds, rain, and lightning. It wielded divine control over the skies.
When Shi Yi created this stance within the Form-Intent school, he fused into it fragments of the Suanni Thunder Scripture, a technique along the lightning path. The result was a perfect blend: the Crocodile's physical power joined with thunderous might.
"You lowborn humans, always relying on numbers to bully the few."
The black beast spat a gout of noxious green demon fire. The air hissed and the Golden Eagles in its path were forced back. For a moment, it surged forward—only for more sky-dominating raptors to close in once more.
"Cover me!"
Pi Houzi didn't shout. He didn't need to. One glance was enough—his group immediately understood, intensifying their attacks. They gave him the window he needed to channel the Form-Intent Technique fully.
Behind the cover of the joint forces—
The black beast didn't sense the danger brewing.
Pi Houzi lowered himself close to the earth, chest almost brushing the dirt. Behind him, a phantom emerged—a dragon-like Crocodile, scales gleaming. Though not large, its vicious aura dwarfed even the black beast's own.
The Crocodile Stance was no trivial move. It drained Pi Houzi considerably. He hadn't mastered instant deployment yet; it still needed time to summon. That's why he needed backup.
After seven or eight deep breaths—
The form was complete.
Behind Pi Houzi stood a lifelike Hog-Dragon, red-eyed and coiled to strike. The killing aura it exuded made the black beast's own savagery look tame.
"What kind of divine technique is that?!"
The black beast reeled in shock. It didn't recognize the creature. It couldn't even begin to guess the power of this unknown sacred art.
Pi Houzi didn't waste time explaining. He attacked.
The black beast tried to dodge—but the Hog-Dragon was faster. With thunderous speed, it snapped its jaws shut around half the beast's body.
Had it dodged, maybe—just maybe—it would've had a chance. One in a thousand. But once caught, it was finished.
Now, with half its body trapped, it lost all ability to stay airborne.
For a bird, losing air superiority is fatal.
BOOM. A deep, muffled impact.
The Hog-Dragon, with crimson eyes and a savage, ruthless aura, began to spin. The legendary death roll. It was like a cyclone of steel and teeth. The black beast was helpless to resist.
Endless death roll!
Half an hour later—
The monster's body was dragged back by the warriors of Stone Village and Heaven-Mending Pavilion. It had been shredded. Its corpse looked like it had suffered a thousand blades before death.
But by then—
Shi Hao, Shi Yi, the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, the Scarlet Flame Bird, and Yu Zimo were already gone. Only Huo Ling'er, Hu Niu, and Yun Xi—two girls and one beast—remained at the scene.
"You all roast it together and split the meat," said Huo Ling'er, waving her hand. "Even though this creature ate humans, it's still one of the Ancient Descendants."
She had just incinerated its lair, burning the bones within. The entire mountain range was left scorched, almost transformed into a sea of molten lava.
"Where's Yi Ge'er?" someone from Stone Village asked.
"Where's Junior Brother Shi Hao?" added Senior Sister Xia Youyu from Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
"They went with Yu Zimo to dig up Supreme Taiyi Water," said Hu Niu.
"Supreme Taiyi Water?!"
A Heaven-Mending Pavilion disciple gasped.
"What's that?" A youth from Stone Village scratched his head, confused.
A Thousand Li Away — The Hundred-Fracture Mountains
"Cousin, Brother Shi—this is the place," said Yu Zimo. They stood atop the back of the Scarlet Flame Bird. Below stretched wetlands and lakes, shimmering with spiritual energy. "The Rain Clan ancestors came here hundreds of years ago with the Desolate Emperor. They sensed the presence of Supreme Taiyi Water hidden in this place."
"But back then, they were being hunted by monstrous beasts. They had to abandon the search. This time, when we headed for the Hundred-Fracture Mountains, the Desolate Emperor told me to check this place out."
Shi Yi stood silently, eyes scanning the wetlands.
Shi Hao sat on the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, looking unimpressed.
"Supreme Taiyi Water? Never heard of it."
He looked half-bored, as if this sacred liquid was nothing worth caring about. His true goal on this trip was the Undying Divine Spring.
"That's supposed to impress me?" muttered the Scarlet Flame Bird. "Never even heard the name."
"Hmph. Don't be ignorant," said the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, looking down its many noses at the bird. "Taiyi Water is divine. It has countless applications—it can be used to craft peerless spiritual pills, and even just one drop can drastically improve the refinement of sacred artifacts."
Its tone dripped with disdain, as if the Scarlet Flame Bird was some clueless country yokel.
Shi Hao, though… the lion didn't dare mock him. Not unless it wanted to get slapped out of the sky.
Shi Yi nodded. "He's right. While it may not restore vitality like the Undying Divine Spring, the Supreme Taiyi Water has wider applications. In terms of utility, it's on equal footing. Some even say it's more versatile."
Unlike Shi Hao, Shi Yi was a scholar. He didn't just crave strength—he spent long nights poring over ancient texts, learning every legendary material and forbidden place by heart.
Shi Hao suddenly straightened, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"Good stuff, huh? Then it's ours."
That was all it took.
He wasn't interested in women. But sacred relics? Spiritual elixirs? Things that could make him stronger?
He was all in.
If the Taiyi Water was just as good as the Undying Spring, then they would make sure to walk away with both.
From the start, it was fated: the biggest winners in the Hundred-Fracture Mountains would be the two brothers.
"Cousin, can you pinpoint the location?" Shi Yi asked Yu Zimo.
"I'm sure it's in this area," she replied, closing her eyes. "I need time to feel out its precise flow."
There was a reason her clan was called the Rain Clan. It wasn't just their ethereal beauty or flowing figures. It was their deep connection to the element of water—an attunement so strong they could even sense something as hidden as Supreme Taiyi Water.