Chapter 223: Chapter 101: Mystery! The Terrifying Drought Demon

The incense Li Xuan burned transformed into a winding golden long sword, descending upon the fragments of the Drought Demon’s flesh.

He couldn’t grasp the situation, so he decided to distribute the Drought Demon’s flesh to various places within dozens of miles around. One piece of flesh to the mountains, another to the waters, and yet another to a village’s latrine.

First the corpse was dismembered, then sent everywhere.

And at that moment, something suddenly cracked open among the Drought Demon’s fragmented body, a bizarre light abruptly flashing... It seemed ethereal, spiritual music floated in the air.

But the sword and incense had already descended.

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Li Xuan dismembered the corpse, sent the Drought Demon’s fragmented body to various places, then solved each matter one by one, the process went extremely smoothly, smoothly beyond expectation.

Afterwards, he returned to the capital, using Illusion Skill to create a false envoy to the palace, claiming to be an Arhat, stating Buddha had vanquished the demon.

The palace dignitaries were shocked, one after another petitioning the Sovereign to declare Yu Sect the national faith, and then the nation worship Buddha.

The Sovereign granted permission, even himself joining the faith.

Incense at Xinci Temple flourished greatly.

Li Xuan also found the Secret Technique, able to seal the fire toxin.

He returned to Prince Qing’s Mansion.

And at this time, Li Xuan’s two children were born.

The family reunited, enjoying happiness in harmony.

The neighboring country did not respect Buddha, thus Great Yin assembled the army for conquest again.

Esoteric Sect secretly assisted, Great Yong was conquered, Buddha’s incense fire spread to the neighboring country.

Li Xuan reached the pinnacle, everything went smoothly...

At this time he was at Prince Qing’s Mansion with his two children.

The daughter was clingy and sat obediently on his lap, the son was sensible practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

The breeze was gentle, Li Xuan occasionally offered guidance.

As he was advising, suddenly a few hints of anguish appeared on his face.

"Dad, what’s wrong?" the daughter tugged at him asking.

Li Xuan furrowed his brows.

"Dad." The daughter suddenly jumped off his thigh, shouted, "It’s spring, dad take me to play with the kite."

"Kite..." Li Xuan massaged his brow, he greatly enjoyed the current atmosphere, demons seemingly vanished from the continent, and he could completely safeguard this land.

He even could use incense fire’s power to extend his family’s lifespan.

"I... still worried about what?"

"Dad, come on." The daughter anxiously stomped her foot, alternately acting spoiled and angry, beckoning, "Hurry up."

Li Xuan smiled and followed.

Many years later, the daughter married and had children, the son also wed and had children, descendants multiplied, Prince Qing’s lineage grew ever stronger.

Tian Yuan, Zhao Qingxue, and others lived a full three hundred years.

And passed away peacefully three hundred years later.

Li Xuan remarried, became the Li family’s patriarch, he lived happily every day, enjoying all the various lives others could and could not imagine, actively exploring the mysteries of lifespan extension.

He successfully increased his lifespan to a thousand years.

But a thousand years still eventually came.

Among the tranquil bamboo groves, he poured a cup of tea, savoring its subtle flavor, millennium’s frost, rain and snow crossed his mind, yet all blurred like a great dream.

Yet, what matter that great dream.

He came, observed, no regrets remained.

He drank the cup of tea, slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after, the Li family’s patriarch passed away, his body placed in the coffin.

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Years later.

A baby was born, not crying or fussing, until his mother gently teased him, then he burst into tears.

The woman smiled, "Such a beautiful boy."

Months later, the boy completely opened his eyes, his pupils dark and unlike ordinary children.

Li Xuan looked around, secretly saying "Time to begin a new life again."

He grew slowly...

Everything excellent, all wishes fulfilled, nearly achieving what he desired.

But on a certain night, at a banquet overflowing with drinks, he suddenly felt a headache.

He massaged his forehead, suddenly remembering recently always dreaming of a scene from a past life: the parched earth, the burning capital.

As he thought, a beauty swam over like a fish from the side, slipping into his arms, delicate hands stretching to hook his neck, smiling alluringly, "Sir, let’s drink another glass."

Li Xuan instantly forgot the moment’s reflection during the drunkenness, returned to indulging in the current intoxicating banquet.

Afterwards, he succeeded in career, married, had children, encountered an unusual old Taoist, attained a wondrous pill, extended lifespan...

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Tap tap tap...

"Run quickly!"

On the parched earth, two figures hurriedly carried a smiling man far away, until reaching a secluded place, they slowly stopped.

Of course, these two were not human, but the evil spirits transformed by Li Xuan halfway.

Evil spirits are born from their master’s will, so upon perceiving their master in danger, they will exhaust all efforts to come and assist.

Now, barely half an hour had passed since Li Xuan fell asleep.

At this moment, they placed Li Xuan on a bed.

Li Xuan slept soundly, a dreamy expression on his face, anyone could see he was dreaming, a beautiful dream, even a spring dream.

"What’s wrong with the master?"

One evil spirit couldn’t help but ask.

The other evil spirit shook its head, saying, "Surely there was a problem dealing with the Drought Demon, how could such a powerful being as the master also be ensnared? That Drought Demon..."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings suddenly became hot.

The door creaked open, a blue-clothed demon shadow entered through the crack.

The two evil spirits felt flames raging, amidst agony they were burned to ashes.

Then the blue-clothed demon shadow approached Li Xuan, reaching out fiercely toward his heart.

But its harsh grab only resulted in a piercing sound.

Crack crack crack...

The Drought Demon raised its hand, all ten fingers broke, numerous cracks, inside the flesh rotted, it was evil spirit’s flesh, hence no fresh blood.

Soon, the Drought Demon exhausted every trick, yet... couldn’t break Li Xuan’s defense.

After finishing these, the Drought Demon seemed to lose interest in Li Xuan, lowered its head, turned around, muttering, "Go home... go home..."

It walked away, farther and farther, returning to the capital...

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Li Xuan experienced life after life, each life he began having that dream.

That scene of fighting the Drought Demon in ages past, before the previous past life, even longer ago.

The dreams increased, becoming more frequent.

Suddenly, one day, his mind was filled with that dream.

He realized it was not a dream.

His headache worsened, eventually like a tearing of the brain and all spirit, a great awakening!

He abruptly sat up, his whole body sweating as the fire toxin transformed, dripping, burning the surroundings with pits and dents.

With gasping breaths, his head still pained like continuous hangovers, awakened only today.

"Hah..."

"Hah..."

"Hah..."

Li Xuan gasped, looked towards the distance.

The capital’s night remained distorted, drought continued to spread.

Yet the dream in life after life, couldn’t be remembered clearly.

Tonight, hadn’t yet passed!

Li Xuan endured the headache, swiftly replayed the scenes just occurring.

This scene reminded him inexplicably of the "black Vajra color that suddenly vanished in Black Mountain Tuo’s intestines," all so abrupt, so unexpected.

He carefully recalled, finally locking everything when "illusion skill puppet drew the knife dismembering the Drought Demon into eight pieces, and his incense fire transferring the Drought Demon."

He remembered, at that time, he didn’t see the Drought Demon bleed, but heard a bursting sound from its body, and below the ground strange light flickered.

Was the Drought Demon frightening?

The Drought Demon was certainly frightening.

Yet it could be lured away by the Prime Minister.

And the Prime Minister’s method was laughable.

The Drought Demon loved flowers, so as long as the death warriors lured it with fresh flowers, the Drought Demon would follow, once it followed, it wouldn’t deviate.

’Compared to an intelligent demon, the Drought Demon... more like an obsessive evil spirit.’

’And a demon typically only has one Demon Technique, the Drought Demon usually manifested as drought.’

’Yet the dream, didn’t align with drought at all.’

’Was that not its technique?’

’Moreover, why did it mourn?’

’The home it wanted to return to, which home was it?’

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Note: This is all I could manage today...