Chapter 111: Two More Divine Dragon Cauldrons Obtained

I cannot update tomorrow, so I am making up for it today!!!

The crashing, violent waves were unable to shake the barrier of brilliant light, which had been reinforced by the Hun-Tian Soul-Locking Array. Watching this, Qingxu and the others nodded in satisfaction. They ascended into the sky, rising over a hundred meters, and crossed beyond the barrier to face the relentless tsunami head-on. With their hands moving in a blur, they cast illusory seals and summoned their personal artifacts. Channeling all their true essence, they launched a ferocious assault against the waves.

"Boom—" The thunderous roars were incessant. The waves they struck were split in two, creating layers of mist. Thanks to the overwhelming strikes of the cultivators, the momentum of the tsunami slowed, and the impact against the barrier diminished significantly, posing no further threat.

As they repeatedly channeled their energy, one dazzling, extraordinary technique after another was unleashed. Through high-altitude satellites, these vivid scenes were broadcast to television screens everywhere. Viewers sat wide-eyed, rubbing their eyes in disbelief. "Does China really have immortals?" was the question in most people's minds. But as they watched the cultivators floating in mid-air or riding flying swords, they had their answer, even if they could scarcely believe it.

"Oh God, this isn't real!" Joe Dennis watched this miraculous scene via American satellites. "Can someone tell me if this is real? Why does China have such powerful entities besides those mutants in the Dragon Group? Are they China's gods? Why doesn't America have gods, while China has so many appearing all at once?"

No one could answer him, for everyone present was too stunned to speak.

Trails of fire streaked across the sky. The cultivators looked back to see massive missiles, sharing the same target: the waves ahead.

"Fellow daoists, step back!" Following Qingxu's command, the cultivators retreated in unison. Countless missiles, some horizontal, some vertical, struck the massive surges without fail, shattering the waves into a vast mist.

Wave after wave of missiles arrived, repeating endlessly. The audience at home had lost track of how many had flown by.

By three in the afternoon, the massive waves had calmed. Protected by the barrier the cultivators had erected, the coastal cities suffered no major damage, and the cloud bank over the West Pacific seemed to have fulfilled its purpose, slowly dissipating.

Under a clear, cloudless sky, the aftermath of the catastrophe revealed a beautiful, crystalline horizon. The cultivators exchanged glances before leaving the site of their "battle," some flying through the air and others on their swords.

China was in an uproar, with everyone immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster. Among the most discussed topics were the "immortals" of Huaxia.

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Details of the aftermath need not be belabored. Returning to Leng Bingyan, after she finished crafting all the necessary items for her preparations, she stretched widely and asked Long Xian'er, "Xian'er, do you think Mingqian, Qingxu, and the Ghost King will be able to retrieve the remaining Divine Dragon Cauldrons?"

"My lady, I cannot say. The Nine Provinces Divine Dragon Cauldrons are ancient treasures of Huaxia, used to suppress the fortune of the primordial land. Whether they can be found, I suppose, depends on fate."

Leng Bingyan nodded, not dwelling on it. Suddenly, her heart stirred; she sensed Qingxu’s arrival.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, since you are here, come in." Qingxu entered with a joyful expression.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, what makes you so happy? Have you found a Divine Dragon Cauldron?" Leng Bingyan asked curiously.

Qingxu bowed and replied happily, "I went to the mortal world with my fellow daoists to resolve the tsunami. Such an act is a blessing for the people of Huaxia, which is why I am so pleased."

Leng Bingyan frowned. "Doesn't that expose the cultivators to everyone?" She knew that resolving a disaster like a tsunami without anyone noticing was impossible; the only way was to appear before the public.

Qingxu nodded. "It was a last resort. Of two evils, choose the lesser. Being exposed to the world is better than seeing the mortals suffer a catastrophe."

Leng Bingyan agreed but said worriedly, "I fear that once exposed, it will cause quite a stir in the mortal world." She waved her hand. "But that is not for us to worry about; I trust the government will handle it. Let us speak of practical matters. Qingxu, did you find a Divine Dragon Cauldron at the Dragon Clan's territory?"

Qingxu chuckled. "Senior, our luck was truly excellent. I did not return empty-handed."

"You found it?" Leng Bingyan asked anxiously.

Qingxu nodded. "My prior estimation was correct; there is indeed a Divine Dragon Cauldron there."

"And you saw Brother Xiatian... the leader of the Dragon Clan gave it to you?" Leng Bingyan started to say "Brother Xiatian," but caught herself. Qingxu called her "Senior," and she enjoyed the status. Calling him "Brother" would be contradictory. It wasn't that she didn't respect seniority; it was the rules of the cultivation world—age meant little, but cultivation level meant everything. Even if she claimed to be fifteen, no one in the cultivation world would believe it.

"The cauldron is indeed in my hands. But because you were refining artifacts, I dared not disturb you, and then the tsunami struck, which is why I am only reporting it now." Qingxu retrieved an object from his storage ring. It glowed with a golden, glazed luster and radiated an archaic aura, with a five-clawed golden dragon coiling around it. It was unmistakably a Divine Dragon Cauldron.

"However, I did not meet the leader of the Dragon Clan. This was handed to me by the elders. They informed me that because the Queen of the Phoenix Clan is in crisis and remains in a coma, the leader is by her side."

So, Sister Xiayu is in trouble? Leng Bingyan felt a surge of anxiety, but she quickly calmed down. Sister Xiayu wouldn't fall so easily, and with Brother Xiatian there, she should be fine.

Now, having received this one, it was the Fuxi Cauldron, number eight! Seven had been found, with only two remaining. If the Ghost King found one, and with the location of the one Long Mingqian knew about, all nine would be recovered.

As she pondered, the space trembled. She noticed the Fuxi Cauldron in her hand vibrating and emitting a golden light, humming softly as if excited about something.

Seeing this, a wave of joy rushed to her head. She exclaimed, "Ghost King, have you found a Divine Dragon Cauldron?"

After a burst of laughter, the figure of the Ghost King of Mount Mang appeared in the cavern. He laughed, "How did you know I had found one, Special Envoy?"

Leng Bingyan raised the cauldron in her hand. "It told me. As you were about to appear, my cauldron began to resonate. I guessed you had the ninth one, the Chiwen Cauldron, am I right?"

The Ghost King laughed heartily. "Indeed, it is the Chiwen Cauldron! Heaven has been kind to me. I went to the Western Demon Realm and wandered for nearly two months. I never expected to find it in the Demon King's palace. I took it for myself and brought it back."

Leng Bingyan was delighted. If they added the one Long Mingqian had, they would have all nine. The time for setting up the Nine Provinces Barrier was near.

She recalled a question: why had the Han family, as descendants of the gods, remained silent during the mortal disasters? She knew the Dragon and Phoenix clans' leaders were preoccupied, but the Han family's silence seemed wrong.

When she voiced her suspicion, Qingxu pondered for a moment. "I find it strange as well. Theoretically, the Han family should not have sat idly by. Although their main force, the Thirteen Courts, is in the cultivation world, their roots are in the mortal realm. However, upon reflection, it is understandable." He paused. "I believe that if I were the head of the Han family, I would know that cultivators would not ignore such a catastrophe and would surely intervene. If the cultivators could resolve it, then so be it; if they could not, the Han family would be of no help. Why not sit back and watch? It keeps one unburdened, and even if there were losses, the cultivation world would bear the brunt."

Hearing this, Leng Bingyan had a moment of realization. Standing on the sidelines was indeed a good strategy. If not for Mo Wuxie asking her to set up the barrier, she might have chosen to stay away from the world's dust as well.

But the word "regret" did not exist in her dictionary. Since she had acted, she could not regret it; this was what Mo Wuxie often warned her. To be at peace and move forward—if one wavered, one would never achieve greatness.

Moreover, "regret" was an unrealistic assumption. The world offered no chance to go back; time would not reverse. One could only face forward.

While she was immersed in her thoughts, a tremor arose from the depths of her heart. Her expression changed, and those nearby asked, "What is wrong?"

"Long Mingqian is in trouble. I feel her situation is dire." Without further explanation, Leng Bingyan stored the two cauldrons into a spatial rift and vanished from the cavern. She had once turned Meredith, one of Jehovah’s three guardian angels, into her little servant, and in the process of leaving a mark of loyalty, she had established a one-way mental connection. She had suddenly sensed Long Mingqian in a perilous predicament.

Without another word, she teleported away.