Chapter 1816: Threatening the Gourd

"My imperial palace..."

Watching his imperial palace reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye, Chen Linghuang could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This was a place his ancestors had painstakingly built with countless efforts, and now it had exploded...

Who can tell me what happened?

"Linghuang..."

The two ancient sages who had been fighting with Mo Linggu Saint flew over. One of them, pale-faced, said, "The man Your Majesty mentioned earlier, that Zhang Xuan, set up over a thousand array flags here again... and then the grand formation within the imperial palace was borrowed... Is this explosion also his doing?"

"Set up arrays again?"

Chen Linghuang staggered.

The entire Linghuang Palace was layered with tens of thousands of runes and hundreds of arrays of varying sizes. It was precisely because of this defense that he could withstand Chen Yonghuang and other experts. Now that it was directly destroyed, he was left naked before everyone, with no protection whatsoever...

Coupled with his severe injuries, if Chen Yonghuang really returned, wouldn't he be at his mercy?

"Immediately bring all the treasures appraised by those treasure appraisers!"

With a cold glare, Chen Linghuang gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, the exact value of those treasures hasn't been determined yet..." The pale-faced ancient sage spoke, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Waving his hand dismissively, Chen Linghuang said, "There's no time to determine them! By the time they finish appraising, I might already be killed."

"But... Your Majesty should know the rules. If the measurement is inaccurate, I fear it won't heal your injuries but will make them worse..."

"Less nonsense, bring them all over. There's no time now! Life or death, it's a gamble!"

Chen Linghuang roared.

With the dragon blood stolen, he could only resort to risky measures now. Otherwise... it was uncertain whether he could hold onto the hard-won victory.

The five ancient sages in the air seemed to have agreed to his terms and allied with him, but if he truly became too weak to resist... it was highly likely that they would be the first to devour him!

"Yes..."

Seeing the emperor's insistence, the pale-faced ancient sage hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, shook his body, and flew down.

"I won't lose..."

A ferocious expression flashed across his face as Chen Linghuang clenched his fists.

...

Hum!

In a place far from the royal city, the space trembled, a crack appeared, and Zhang Xuan rolled out from it, falling heavily to the ground.

"President..."

A soul of a witch floated beside him, looking around. Finding that they had escaped, it was filled with disbelief. It looked at the young man on the ground with admiration.

Only at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, yet he had escaped from so many ancient sages and caused such chaos...

Only he could do that.

"Where is your physical body?"

Zhang Xuan looked over.

"The soul of a witch fears most being ambushed in the body, so I specially opened a small space that can fly along with the soul..."

Mo Linggu Saint smiled.

Zhang Xuan then noticed that on his finger, there was a ring condensed from soul power.

Whoosh!

Communicating with his spirit, the physical body appeared before him. Mo Linggu Saint's soul lightly shook and drilled into it.

"Not bad..."

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

With this method, there was indeed no need to worry about the physical body.

Especially his—if not watched closely, he would run off to fight. With this thing, it would immediately become much safer.

"This is the Firefeather Battlefield, already over ten million kilometers from the royal city. They shouldn't be able to catch up... Guild Leader, what do we do now?"

He and the Spirit Sovereign had essentially fallen out completely; there was no going back. He could only follow the guild leader's orders.

"Don't rush. Rest a bit, recover your strength, and then we'll decide."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Just now, setting up the formation and activating the entire grand formation of the Spirit Sovereign Palace had consumed a great deal of energy. Most importantly... with the danger resolved, he had to find that rascal Gourd and have a talk.

Otherwise, if he kept popping up like this, startling everyone, no one could stand it!

"That's right!"

Hearing this, Moling Ancient Saint also felt exhausted all over. He set up a barrier around them, then sat down to recover his expended soul power.

Seeing him cultivate, Zhang Xuan put the Book of Heaven's Path back into the library and stored the corpses of the ancient saints into his ring, then began to cultivate.

The Spring and Autumn Annals in the library provided a tenfold cultivation speed. After a few minutes, his spirit and energy were fully restored.

Frowning, his consciousness entered his dantian.

At this moment, the gourd was still lying sideways inside, extremely comfortable, with no intention of leaving.

Seeing this fellow's demeanor, Zhang Xuan was furious: "Spit out the dragon blood now!"

Although this guy had snatched the dragon blood from the Spirit Sovereign, it was useless to him!

If he could have fed it to the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, why would he have needed to flee? He could have charged in and out of the Spirit Sovereign Palace seven times and likely killed the Spirit Sovereign with a single spear thrust.

"Don't get excited... Your dantian has pure true qi, quite comfortable. Let me digest the dragon blood, then I'll leave..."

The gourd wriggled a bit.

"Get out now! When I gave you the meteorite, I said you wouldn't enter my dantian again. Now you want to go back on your word?"

Zhang Xuan was about to explode with anger.

This is my dantian, and you're squatting in it... where's your face?

How did I, a man of such principles, end up taking in a shameless treasure like you?

"Fine, I'll leave. I, Little Gourd, keep my word..."

Seeing him angry, the gourd muttered and flew out of the dantian.

"Where's the dragon blood?"

Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his teeth: "Spit it out now!"

The gourd said unabashedly: "I've already refined it!"

"Refined? You just said you'd wait until you refined the dragon blood before leaving..."

"Well... although it's not fully refined, part of it is. Besides, I swallowed it, so it's mine," the gourd said with righteous indignation.

"No matter how much you've refined, spit out the rest for the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, or don't blame me for being rude..." Zhang Xuan snorted.

"I grabbed it, so it's mine. Threatening me like this, have you no conscience? I'm just a plant..."

Wriggling, the gourd suddenly turned serious: "I think you're right. Dragon blood isn't really useful to me; I just found it annoying and wanted to eat it... I'll spit it out now... See, can you take the knife away now?"

With a snort, Zhang Xuan put away the Demonic Mystic Blade.

If you don't appreciate kindness, talk nonsense again, and believe me, I'll split you into a ladle with one slash!

Looking reluctant, the gourd wriggled, and a drop of blood appeared before him.

Sure enough, as the guy had said, a large part had already been devoured, leaving less than a fifth of the original.

A gourd, not lying still, even swallowing dragon blood... utterly inhuman!

Although only a fifth remained, because it had advanced under the Spirit Emperor's sacrifice, it still emitted a powerful pressure. Zhang Xuan's hand shook, and the Dragon Bone Divine Spear flew out.

"Swallow it quickly, and see if you can break the seal!"

It's little, but better than nothing.