Book 10 Chapter 14

Flying Phoenix Divine Needle

"That… that guy is…"

Wizicheon inwardly rejoiced.

"Finally found him."

He had wandered in the cave for over half an hour and finally found his target.

Having heard that the medicinal effect of the Heart-Protecting Pill only lasted for an hour, he was anxious about what would happen if he couldn't find Biryun. However, by the grace of heaven and earth, he managed to find Biryun within the limited time. He held a luminous pearl in his hand. It was given to him with the parting words that the person would definitely need it. As he said, it was indeed used very effectively.

"And take this!"

He offered something else besides the pill. It was a silver cylinder that didn't look special in any way.

"What is this?"

At first glance, it seemed like an unimpressive object. In response to Wizicheon's question, the man gave a sly, sinister smile.

"Power! The very power you desire!"

"Power!"

Wizicheon's gaze at the cylinder changed drastically. His indifferent eyes immediately became as bright as stars in the night sky. His hand, as he brought it closer to the cylinder, trembled slightly with tension, excitement, and a little fear.

"It's called the Flying Phoenix Divine Needle. It's a monstrous item, no less than the Thunder God's Divine Tube, one of the Seven Forbidden Secret Arts of the Sichuan Tang family!"

"Th-Thunder God's Divine Tube!"

Wizicheon had also heard the whispers circulating in the martial arts world about the Thunder God's Divine Tube, an ultimate secret art of the Sichuan Tang family. It was said that when used on an individual, it would leave no trace of their form, and when used on a multitude, it was not impossible to annihilate hundreds at once. Thus, fearing its terrifying power, the Sichuan Tang disciples themselves had forbidden its use. It was the ultimate secret art, truly worthy of being called the 'Demon King of Secret Arts.'

Yet, that man boasted that this item was no less inferior to it. Wizicheon cautiously aimed the Flying Phoenix Divine Needle at Biryun. His aim was perfect. Biryun, who was talking to himself in an empty space, had no idea of his actions. Wizicheon's heart was now filled with a sense of duty to eliminate the pest that was tormenting her. Therefore, his decision required little hesitation.

"Die!"

With a mad glint in his eyes, Wizicheon pressed the firing mechanism towards Biryun.

*Shweeeeeeek!*

Thousands of silver rays poured down on Biryun like a torrential rain.

*Kuooh!*

Suddenly, a rough and violent storm raged around Biryun.

*Wheeeeeeek!*

*Kwararararararung!*

*Uroararararung!*

*Uwooooooong!*

The entire cave roared fiercely. It shook violently as if it would collapse.

*Shweeeek!*

A fierce wind, like a whirlwind, tore through the winding labyrinth of the Illusory Demon Cave.

*Patpatpat!*

Where the rough dance of the wind passed, nothing remained intact. Moreover, the deafening roar reflected off the cave walls made people suffer even more. The cave seemed on the verge of collapse, intensifying people's fear. Hyoryong and Yi Jinseol could not escape this fierce wind.

*Flap!*

"Kyaaaak!"

The one who let out a piercing scream was Yi Jinseol. The fierce wind swirling through the cave had the power to instantly flip up Yi Jinseol's skirt.

"Hmph!"

Hyoryong's eyes widened in shock. The gust of wind was so violent that it swept everything away in an instant.

"Did you see?"

Yi Jinseol asked with a pout.

"Th-that… you see… I mean… that…"

Hyoryong had to quickly come up with a plausible lie. It was a very difficult task.

"Tsk! So it was fake after all?"

Biryun muttered, standing in the center of the slowly subsiding typhoon. Looking around, he couldn't find any trace of his master. It seemed to be an illusion after all.

"Has the boundary between reality and illusion broken down?"

However, no matter how much of an illusion it was, complacency was forbidden. Extremely realistic and vivid illusions could still harm a real person. There were cases where someone who saw an illusion of their hand catching fire actually suffered a burn on their hand due to hypnosis. Therefore, these were illusions fraught with danger.

"It's fortunate it wasn't real."

If it had been real, it wouldn't have ended like this.

"I can't be dragged away like a cow being led to slaughter."

For that reason, he absolutely needed to obtain the power of the Thunder God.

"Definitely!"

He walked towards the exit again. However, unfortunately, because it was so dark, Biryun could not see the thin silver needles densely embedded in the cave walls. These were so small that they were difficult to see even in sunlight.

"Is… is that guy a ghost…"

How could he be unharmed after thousands of silver needles were fired simultaneously? Wizicheon looked at the murder weapon, the Flying Phoenix Divine Needle, in his hand. But now it was an empty shell, having spewed out all its teeth. How could he be completely unharmed by this demonic secret art?

When he pressed the firing mechanism, a strong gust of wind suddenly erupted from Biryun. The force was so powerful that the trajectory of the thousands of silver needles he had sent flying had to be altered by this wind. When the wind subsided and his vision was restored, he had to despair at seeing Biryun standing perfectly fine.

"How can this be… Is that guy a monster?"

He was utterly bewildered.

"I must kill him! I must! By any means necessary!"

He had an ominous premonition that if he didn't kill Biryun this time, he would never get another chance.

"I must kill him! I must kill him!"

Wizicheon looked as if his soul had left his body.

He still had one more chance. It was his last chance.