Chapter 39: Li Dazui's Reversal of Fortune

  Several other young black sorcerers did not show their anger as openly as he did, but their eyes also revealed a lot of dissatisfaction. Apparently, the "dead face" in Zixuan's mouth had an extremely high status in the tribe and would not tolerate anyone being insulted in the slightest.

  "How dare you!" Even though the atmosphere around her sank instantly because of her words, Zi Xuan was not afraid at all. She stood tall and proud, meeting those people's cold gazes with a smile, intentionally mimicking the tone of an angry young man, "You actually dared to yell at me, don't you want to live?"

  "Ah!" The fiery young man's face turned dark and red with rage as he swung the shiny waist knife in his hand and chopped it over. The blade made a piercing sound in the wind, coming fiercely and sharply.

  Xuan Zhen saw from the side, how could he let him hurt Zi Xuan, so with a flick of his sleeve, he pulled her to the back and protected her. With a thought in mind, Chunshui Sword was already shining brightly, blocking the attack.

  The swords clashed, colliding several times. The fiery young man's hand holding the sword also changed from one hand to two hands, but no matter how hard he swung and chopped, the transparent sword in front of him always blocked it back, and soon he was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and his sword movements slowed down.

  Xuan Zhen didn't want to fight them in the first place, seeing that young man jump back and exit the battle circle, he also raised two fingers and beckoned, Chun Shui spun around in mid-air and returned to his front, Xuan Zhen grasped the hilt and put it back into its scabbard.

  Those black-robed youths naturally lost their previous arrogance, but the vigilant expression in their eyes was becoming more and more intense. Suddenly, one of them muttered a few sentences in a strange tone, speaking in a language that wasn't Chinese. The other youths listened, and the corners of their mouths immediately curled up into a sly smile as they simultaneously reached for their waists.

  "Brother Xuanzhen be careful, they are going to use poison!"

  Zixuan, a member of the Wu tribe, heard a few words from afar and hastily reminded Xuanzhen behind his back, but it was already somewhat too late. The several young men had already drawn their hands out of the waist pouches on their backs and simultaneously threw them at Xuanzhen with force, only to hear a loud explosion erupting among the people around them. In just the blink of an eye, black sand suddenly rose up, accompanied by strange buzzing sounds. The black sand continued to spread in mid-air, covering the entire sky and fields within moments. Occasionally, sparks flew out, and Xuanzhen's hands felt a burning pain, indicating that it was poisonous.

  The toxic sand formed a huge barrier in the air, and several young people standing on the other side were gradually obscured from view. All that could be heard was the sound of murmured incantations rising from behind the black sand, initially disjointed but gradually becoming synchronized. As the chanting grew louder, the black sand began to churn and writhe, the buzzing growing more intense. After a moment, a bulge emerged in the center of the sand barrier, with long, thin objects crawling over it like numerous worms, making onlookers feel nauseous.

  The chanting voice had become repetitive and monotonous by the end, and although Xuán Zhèn didn't understand the language of the Wu tribe, he still sensed it. The black sand that was bulging out was driven by the curse, becoming clearer and clearer, gradually taking on a human-like appearance. However, the face was enormous, with indistinct and distorted features, and something seemed to be squirming back and forth on its cheeks, truly terrifying. Xuán Zhèn couldn't have imagined that his trip to the southern border would end up like this, facing the Wu tribe's bizarre magic.

  The spell was quite powerful, and it didn't seem to be related to the Taoist principles he had been studying. He didn't know how to respond. Before Xuan Zhen could come up with a plan, the face in the black sand began to move, buzzing loudly. The area that should have been its mouth slowly opened into a circular hole, and it spat out a stream of black sand, which merged into a long dragon that charged towards him.

  Xuan Zhen didn't have time to think, and with his right palm in front of his chest, he quickly drew a Taiji symbol. In an instant, several wind walls formed in front of him, just in time to block the black dragon's attack. The rustling sounds, buzzing noises, and chanting voices merged into a torrent that grew louder and louder, almost deafening, but the wind wall remained stable under Xuan Zhen's spiritual support, and the black dragon shattered into scattered sand upon impact.

  Black sand flew about, the wind howling incessantly. Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from behind Xuan Zhen, shedding its usual cunning cleverness and revealing an unexpected hint of sacred purity: "Halt!"

  A rustling sound came from behind, and Zi Xuan walked up to Xuanyuan's side from the back, raising her left hand high and shouting loudly at the opposite side: "Look what this is!"

  Xuan Zhen glanced sideways and saw that Zi Xun was holding something in her hand. It was a round, smooth, crystal-clear orb with a woman's slender figure visible inside. However, the lower half of the woman's body seemed to have transformed into a snake tail. The colorful light swirled around the woman's shape, making her pale-colored clothes appear to flutter slightly as if they were alive.

  As soon as the bead was taken out, a thick spiritual energy emanated from it in all directions, and the black sand and strong winds were affected by it, seeming to slow down slightly. Xuan Zhen released a strand of true energy to probe it briefly, and his heart was shocked. The power contained within this bead was not something that he or even the several elderly masters with deep Taoist skills in the Taiqing Sect could match, let alone surpass. It was unbelievable that such pure and powerful energy could be gathered in a small bead that could be held in one's palm. This object must be the White Witch tribe's treasure, but why did it end up in this little girl Zixuan's hands? Xuan Zhen thought to himself, his gaze towards Zixuan was now different from before, and he secretly wondered: Who exactly is she? What is her origin?

  Xuan Zhen's heart was filled with uncertainty, and a faint humming noise came from in front of him. The force that the wind wall had resisted suddenly weakened, and the black sand stopped swirling around restlessly, instead gathering into a small cluster. The surrounding green trees, flowers, and the figures of the young witches reappeared before his eyes.

  The young man who had previously spoken with Zi Xuan was filled with shock and awe on his face, and immediately ordered the people beside him to pick up the black sand. He then walked over, placing his right hand on his chest, and drawing a beautiful arc from his chest to his side with his left hand. His mouth spoke respectfully: "Unexpectedly... unexpectedly it's actually the Sacred Spirit Pearl..."

  "Unexpectedly, the descendants of Nüwa would suddenly arrive at our tribe. Lian Qianhe was unable to restrain our tribesmen, and they startled the descendants of Nüwa. It's truly regrettable." A cold voice continued, followed by a tall man stepping out from the mountain valley, his feet treading on five-colored misty air.

  Those young black sorcerers saw this man, hastily lowered their heads and performed another strange ceremony just like the one before, saying in unison: "We have seen the great witch ZHU!"

  Xuan Zhen's heart slightly stirred, thinking: Is this the "dead man's face" that Zi Xuan mentioned? He wanted to take a good look at the appearance of the Black Witch Tribe's witch doctor, and see how much he resembled a dead person. As he thought about it, he raised his eyes to look over.

  The five-colored aura had now fallen in front of everyone, and the figure of the tall and thin man on it also became clear. At a glance, Xuan Zhen saw that he was wearing a black long gown with many intricate patterns embroidered on it with five-colored silk threads, most of which were flowers, grass, insects, and snakes, similar to those in the Divine Wood Forest. The man's whole body was black, but his face was extremely pale, without even a hint of blood color on his lips, just like a dead person. The nickname given by Zi Xuan was indeed not wrong.

  But Xuan Zhen had heard that among the witch tribes, only those with both virtue and talent, who were widely respected, could take on the role of Da Wu Zhu, and such people were often quite old. Lei Qian He was only in his thirties, so it was surprising that he had become a Da Wu Zhu at such a young age, suggesting that there must be something special about him.

  "Nüwa's descendant, huh? Nüwa's descendant... Don't I have a name?" Zi Xuan muttered to herself as she put the colored pearl back into her bosom, but it seemed that she was also somewhat intimidated by Li Dazhui, so she didn't dare say it out loud.

  Li Qian's expression didn't change, and it was unclear if she had heard what was said. Her cold eyes only swept over her once before turning to Xuan Zhen, saying slowly: "My Hei Wu tribe is in hiding here, except for interactions with other Wu tribes, we do not receive outsiders from Nan Jiang. It seems that the descendant of Nüwa does not know our tribe's rules and has brought you into this place without permission. Since that's the case, leave quickly, and I won't cut off your hands and feet."

  Although these words are cold, the murderous aura is extremely heavy. Xuan Zhen inferred from his tone that the Black Witch tribe does not allow outsiders to enter at will. Anyone who breaks in, regardless of their background, will have their hands and feet chopped off without exception. Such actions indeed have a barbaric and cruel air about them.

  Zi Xuan took a step forward, standing in front of Xuan Zhen, about to speak. Xuan Zhen shook his head and gently pressed on her shoulder, saying calmly: "This is Li Wu Zhu, I didn't come here to spy on anything, but I have something that supposedly comes from the Black Witch tribe of Nanjiang. As long as I can figure out its origin, it's worth me staying behind, I don't have so much time." As he spoke, he turned his hand over and pulled out Chun Shui.

  Lian Qian's eyes narrowed, and she coldly laughed: "What do you plan to do? You've already beaten one of my clansmen, and now you want to fight me too... wait a minute, what's that on your sword... that pendant is..."

  His voice suddenly trembled, vastly different from his previous apathy. Not only were Xuan Zhen and Zi Xuan greatly perplexed, but the several young black witches also looked puzzled. However, Li Qian Yu couldn't care about that many things, he just stared intently at the five-colored silk thread swaying on the hilt of Xuan Zhen's sword and the small wooden pendant on the knife, his eyes revealing a mixture of shock and confusion.

  "You... what you just said, is this pendant the thing?" Lian Qiu Yu took half a moment to regain his composure, shifting his gaze back onto Xuan Zhen's face. His tone returned to its previous coldness, but his eyes became even more complex.

  Xuan Zhen nodded, stroking the wooden pendant and said: "I encountered great difficulties in my childhood, lost my memory, and this pendant has been with me since I woke up. Since hearing an old man from Nanjiang say that this thing is related to the Black Witch tribe, I have been thinking about it day and night, and I came here specifically for...".

  "It turned out that this pendant was so important to Brother Xuan Zhen, and it's related to your past?" Zi Xuan suddenly realized, somewhat embarrassed, "If I had known it was like this, I wouldn't have insisted on having it..."

  Li Qianhe heard this and stared at Xuan Zhen for a while, then suddenly turned around, his black robe fluttering behind him. He coldly said, "Follow me." As he spoke, another cluster of colored energy gathered under his feet, carrying him straight into the valley.

  Some of you may have gotten the timeline mixed up, so I'll say a few more words. At this point in time, Master Xuan Zhen has been practicing for over 12 years, and it's still five years before Xuan Xiao and Su Yu are trapped by the Double Sword Net in the Huanmeng Realm. In other words, five years later, Tai Qing will die, Yun Tianqing and Su Yu will escape from Qionghua, Xuan Xiao will be frozen, and Liu Mengli will be sent to the Liu family. Then, 19 years later, it will be the time when Xiao Ziying, Yun Tianhe, and others are active. In this period, Zi Xuan will meet Xu Changqing's first life [this is a certain grass construction, not unified with the official timeline]. The ancestor of Jing Tian in the third book will appear in the branch plot. Then, 300 years later, Ziying will become an immortal, join the Tiandu City, and meet Hong Yu sister. One or two hundred years later, Tu Su will make his debut... As you can see, the cultivation years are very long, and this article is a bit slow to heat up. The plot of Xian 4 is written before the plot of Gujian, and the boss may appear at any time, so everyone please remember, remember.