BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: No More Shackles

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Xian’er gently stroked her flat belly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She glanced at Wei Yang with a mix of coyness and affection and softly asked, ”Brother Yang, do you remember the seven-colored mark I had here?”

Wei Yang nodded. ”Of course I remember. That seven-colored mark would continue to spread as your strength increased. When it reached your heart, it meant your Woeful Poison Body would completely lose control.”

”Mm.” A mysterious smile appeared on Xian’er’s face, and she said with delight, ”Now, it’s gone.”

”Really? That means—” Wei Yang’s expression shifted with excitement.

Did that mean Xian’er had truly used the Ghostly Poison Flame to fully suppress the Woeful Poison Body?

”I gathered all the poison in my body using the power of the Ghostly Poison Flame,” Xian’er said, ”and ultimately condensed it within my dantian into a Void Poison Pill.”

”Void Poison Pill...” Wei Yang was briefly stunned, then realization dawned. He was starting to understand what Xian’er had done.

As expected.

Xian’er smiled. ”All these years, I’ve been researching that poison pill technique. Refining the Poison Flame this time was a test—and I succeeded!”

”Now, the Ghostly Poison Flame and that Void Poison Pill have fully fused. They’re no longer separate—they support and reinforce each other.”

”In the future, as long as I can find a Rank 7 Sky Poison Dragon Scorpion Beast’s magic core and the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, I’ll be confident enough to form a true Poison Pill in my dantian without needing the support of three different Heavenly Flames. I’ll turn the void into reality.”

”I’m also confident that, with just the Ghostly Poison Flame, even without the Rank 7 magic core or Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, I can eventually refine the Void Poison Pill into a real one.”

”So, Brother Yang, I’ve truly succeeded in controlling the Woeful Poison Body!” Xian’er’s eyes turned red with emotion, her voice trembling slightly.

In this very moment, it felt as if she had been reborn.

The heavy mountain that had loomed over her heart for years—the shackles that had bound her fate—had been utterly shattered by her own hands.

”Mm, congratulations, Xian’er.” Wei Yang let out a long breath, his expression relaxing into a bright smile. ”You’re smart—smarter than me.”

”Congratulations, Sister Xian’er!” Qing Lin beamed with joy.

”Thank you, Brother Yang. Thank you so much!” Xian’er laughed through her tears. ”Qing Lin, thank you too!”

Qing Lin quickly waved her little hands, giggling, and shook her head.

”Haha~ Alright, alright! You really should thank me properly. So... how do you plan to thank me?” Wei Yang, clearly in a great mood, teased her playfully.

Xian’er bit her lip, glancing at Qing Lin, then gritted her teeth and stepped forward. She wrapped her arms around Wei Yang’s neck and, standing on tiptoe, pressed her lips against his.

”Mmm...” Wei Yang’s eyes went wide.

Okay, this is happening!

The sweet and soft sensation enveloped him. He couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her delicate waist, pulling her closer.

Passive no longer—he took the lead.

”Mm...” Xian’er let out a soft, shy moan and gently closed her eyes.

Beside them, Qing Lin clapped both hands over her eyes—but the gap between her fingers was wide, and the gaze peeking through was filled with admiration and longing.

In the distance, the burly figure of Du Jiao stepped through the air toward them.

”Du Jiao, don’t you dare come over here and ruin the moment! Turn around!” Qing Lin quickly gave him a mental command.

Du Jiao blinked in confusion but obediently stopped mid-air and turned around. He hovered in the sky like a silent guardian statue.

Above them, the thick poisonous clouds seemed to lift slightly, no longer so heavy or oppressive.

A few beams of pale golden sunlight broke through the sky, casting rays of light down onto the once dark and cursed swamp.

At the edge of a cliff—

A man and a woman clung to each other in a deep kiss.

At the corner of Xian’er’s eye, a single transparent tear slowly slid down her cheek.

It was a tear of pure happiness.

Now that she had broken the chains of fate—there was nothing left to hold her back.

From this moment on, the sky was wide for birds to soar, and the sea vast for fish to leap.

One month later—

At the edge of the Tagore Desert.

Four figures cloaked in black robes appeared, suspended in midair.

Two of them had massive wings beating behind their backs—one pair a ghostly green, the other pitch-black.

The other two simply floated, walking on air.

They were Wei Yang and his party.

As the familiar scorching heat washed over them through the dry desert air—

Wei Yang took a deep breath and slowly stretched his arms wide, as if to embrace the endless desert before him. He sighed with emotion, ”Ah, that familiar scent~ We’re back again.”

Beside him, Qing Lin stood next to the towering Du Jiao, actually floating in midair.

That was because Du Jiao, with his Dou Zong strength, was supporting her with his energy. Despite only being a One-Star Da Dou Shi, she was able to stand midair with ease.

She smiled happily and said, ”Young Master, I still feel more at home in the desert. Unlike the Ghostly Marsh—it’s just too suffocating there.”

Not far off, Xian’er tilted her head slightly. From beneath the hood of her cloak, a glimpse of her fair chin could be seen. With a light smile, she said, ”I don’t really feel much difference. It all seems about the same to me.”

”Heehee~ That’s because you’re special, Sister Xian’er. Whether it’s the poisonous miasma of the Ghostly Marsh or the fire toxins of the magma world, they’re all great supplements for you,” Qing Lin giggled.

Xian’er gave her a soft glance and smiled. ”You’re not bad either. With two Rank 5 magic beasts and a Rank 7 one providing you energy, you’ll never be short of power no matter where you go. You don’t even need to do anything—just sleeping is enough for you to break through.”

”Hehe, but I rely on external strength. I can’t compare to you, Sister Xian’er,” Qing Lin said modestly, waving her hand.

”Being able to tame serpent-type magic beasts—that’s your natural gift,” Xian’er replied.

”Alright, alright, enough with the mutual flattery.” Wei Yang raised his hand and cut them off, clearly exasperated. ”I’m begging you two heavenly geniuses here—could you please be a little more considerate of my feelings as the ’disabled’ one?”

”You can flatter each other all you want in private, but could you please spare me the front-row experience?”

”This whole journey, I’ve already been struck down by your brilliance enough times.” Wei Yang spread his hands, his face full of mock misery.

Compared to these two monsters, he didn’t even dare call himself a genius anymore.

So-called genius? Yeah, right. Compared to them, he was nothing.

”Haha.” The two girls exchanged a glance and both giggled, covering their mouths.

”Brother Yang, how could we be putting you down?” Xian’er said, clearly in a good mood, her eyes smiling. ”You’re very talented too. And besides, with the two of us here to protect you, you can just take your time cultivating. No need to rush.”

”That’s right, Young Master! With me and Sister Xian’er guarding you left and right, no one will dare bully you,” Qing Lin said confidently, patting her chest.

And indeed, she had every reason to be confident. While her own cultivation wasn’t very high, she had her beasts.

A Rank 5 Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpent.

A Mutated King Cobra that had recently refined a sub-flame of Wind and Thunder Fury Flame, now showing signs of breaking through to the Rank 6.

And a fully stabilized mid-Rank 7 beast—the One-horned Purple Scale Python—whose intelligence had recovered significantly.

As for Xian’er, she was now a Four-Star Dou Huang. With the power of the Ghostly Poison Flame—which itself was of Dou Huang class—her overall combat strength was enough to disregard most Dou Huang peak-level opponents.

Moreover, after absorbing the toxins that had long accumulated in the Woeful Poison Body, the poison within the Ghostly Poison Flame had become even more terrifying.

The synergy of the Woeful Poison Body and the Ghostly Poison Flame—its poisonous nature was utterly horrifying!

Even a Dou Zun who accidentally got poisoned would be lucky to escape with their life—if they weren’t outright killed, they’d at least shed a layer of skin.

What’s more, the Ghostly Poison Flame had... mutated.

Yes—mutated!

It now carried a faint trace of scorching heat within its eerie coldness.

This was because the fire toxins in Xian’er’s body, as well as the beast flame that had recently evolved to Rank 5, had all been devoured by the Ghostly Poison Flame.

If one looked closely at the Dou Qi wings behind her, they would see that the burning green flames at their edges faintly shimmered with a trace of gray-white.

But the most important thing was this:

Now that Xian’er was free of all shackles, she could advance all the way to Dou Sheng—without restraint.

Qing Lin, too, possessed a unique talent that could carry her straight to Dou Sheng.

This was why the two girls could confidently thump their chests and tell Wei Yang not to worry—just take it easy, no one could touch him with them around.

Faced with their playful antics and teasing words, Wei Yang could only shake his head with a helpless, bitter smile.

He turned away, pretending not to see, not to hear.

What he wanted to say was:

Actually... I don’t want to mooch off women.

Sure, mooching might be sweet, but I still want to stand on my own.

One day, I’ll stand face to face against Hun Tiandi, the Nihility Devouring Flame... and even the prototype of the Emperor Pill!

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