Spirit Vessel-Chapter 997: Meeting Grandpa Bi Again

Chapter 997: Meeting Grandpa Bi Again

“!” The old man chanted once and the bloody hole closed at a rapid rate. He summoned a large jade. It released a black radiance in order to stop the ray.

Alas, this wasn’t enough for him to come closer.

In another location, space suddenly exploded. The hidden dimension of the Buddhist has collapsed so he was sent flying. The beads flew out and rotated before him, issuing holy sounds to stop the ray.

The blue rays were just too strong, capable of forcing all intruders backward. The weaker paragons were instantly reduced to blood.

Fortunately, Feiyun sensed something and ran ten miles back. Nonetheless, one ray still hit him, destroying his white robe and scorching his skin. Smoke billowed everywhere.

His mighty physique protected him. Anyone else would have evaporated. Therefore, those who were close must have been subjected to something even worse.

His blood boiled and his eyes turned red after being shot by the ray. Scales grew on his arms and his hands turned into claws. Two horns seemed to be protruding out of his forehead.

Even the Buddhist energy couldn’t calm his chaotic blood. Each drop of blood turned into a raging dragon within.

He sat down on the ground and tried his best to suppress it. Alas, the harder he tried, the more it became chaotic, wanting to cause an implosion.

He grew bigger and the transformation became more evident, looking like a dragon from an immemorial age.

“Dragon-phoenix armor!” He realized that his situation was worsening. He might become a senseless dragon, no different from death.

He put on the armor made from the five divine garments. It also contained four different powers - draconic, daoist, Buddhist, and phoenix.

He thought that this armor must have been crafted by numerous experts. It wasn't simple in the slightest.

Sure enough, his blood gradually calmed down and he assumed a human form again. His original robe was completely tattered.

He took a deep breath and thought: ‘Mother most likely predicted something like this happening, the armor is meant to suppress my blood.’

Those who participated in creating such an armor must have been extraordinary. Which Buddhist and daoist?

He thought that there were many questions left to answer about his origin.

What were the blue rays from the meteoric stone? Why did they stimulate the demon blood?

“Shit, my ass! My ass!” An old beggar ran away from the meteor. He had a stick with a bundle of cloth tied on the end.

His buttocks were on fire with smoke coming out. He was running and smacking them at the same time.

“Hey, you! Come help me!” He screamed since he was being roasted by the flame.

Feiyun found his voice rather familiar. Isn’t this Bi Ningshuai’s grandfather?

He ran over and gathered cold energy in order to extinguish the flame.

“Phew!” The old man dropped to the ground and let out a sigh of relief: “That’s better, much better. Brat, you did good.”

A second later, he saw that the boy was still standing there and finally took a good look at him: “Looks a little familiar.”

He rubbed his eyes then murmured: “Aren’t you the little brat from the half-demon alliance?”

“I’m not little anymore.” Feiyun smiled.

The old man became excited and sat up. Unfortunately, a sharp pain came from his buttocks so he rolled around once before getting up. He tidied his tattered robe and tried to act like an enlightened master.

“You seem to be in quite a predicament, Senior.” Feiyun said.

“It’s no big deal, just a little burn. I’m angrier about not getting that treasure.” The old man responded.

“Do you know what treasure it is?” Feiyun became interested.

“It should be that thing in the legend, even the dragon messenger wanted it. Unfortunately, no one can get close to that meteor. Plus, it’s impossible to beat that true dragon.” The old man’s eyes flashed brightly.

“True dragon? Didn’t it die tens of thousand years ago?” Feiyun asked.

“This dragon was extremely strong, its soul is still around. Anyone who dares to get close will be attacked. In the last several days, more than a dozen paragons have fallen. The strongest among them was one of the three ancestors from Firmaments. He got smashed to bits by that dragon.” The old man said.

Feiyun saw the blue rays killing two paragons earlier. This wasn’t the dragon’s power.

No one dared to make a move and stood five miles away from the meteor. This included the golden-crest old man and the monk.

“Who are those two?” Feiyun asked.

“The pretentious bastard is an ancestral uncle of Vastsky Territory Lord, very influential there.” Grandpa Bi explained: “And that old donkey is from an immemorial temple. They’re tough to deal with.”

When he spoke about them, they also turned around and glanced at the duo. They clearly could sense someone revealing their background.

Grandpa Bi immediately turned away, not wanting them to see his face.

‘Shit, this old man is just like Bi Ningshuai. He must have stolen items from both Vastsky Territory Lord’s mansion and that temple.’ Feiyun thought.

The golden-crest old man and the monk shifted their attention back to the meteor.

“Cough.” A chilly breeze rushed over and a hunchback old woman appeared. She had a walking stick while trying to cover up her cough.

Her hair was a mess, looking like an old ghost that had just climbed out of hell.

‘Fuck, her again.’ Feiyun hurriedly hid in one of the buildings.

It had crumbled into pieces but the wall was still ten meters thick. It must have been magnificent once.

This old woman was a true devil, Feiyu thought.

“Shit, it’s her…’ Grandpa Bi also hid alongside Feiyun.

“Grandpa, you know her?” Feiyun whispered. She must be a big shot to scare him like this.

“You know her too?” Grandpa Bi was surprised.

“That’s one way to put it.” He bitterly responded.

“Do you owe her money?” Grandpa Bi asked.

“I do, it was only 4,800,000 but now she’s asking for 480,000,000.” The bitterness of his tone grew.

“Is it written?”

He nodded.

“How long ago?”

“More than a year.”

“Then the number is probably 4,800,000,000 now.” Grandpa Bi sighed.

“Do you owe her money too?”

“I owe her way more than you.” The old man’s expression was even uglier than Feiyun’s.

Feiyun didn’t respond, no wonder the old man was hiding too.