Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 29 The Eternal Cold Spring

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Eternal Cold Spring

The woman in white robes moved with incredible speed, disappearing into the cave she had come from in the blink of an eye. Zhuo Yang's anger burned fiercely, almost unleashing his inner demons. Filled with resentment, he used the Cloud-Walking Instant Step, stepping on lightning, to relentlessly pursue her.

Back when he was a demon lord, Zhuo Yang was always the one who snatched treasures; no one ever took any of his treasures from him.

Upon entering the passage, Zhuo Yang drew his dragon-patterned sword, his eyes widened, and the sword flew from his hand.

At the same time, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife flew rapidly from behind. The two weapons, one large and one small, carried a powerful aura and headed straight for the white-robed figure in front.

Seemingly sensing the danger behind him, the white-robed man decisively bent down to dodge, avoiding the oncoming dragon-patterned sword. Then, in a posture that no ordinary person could possibly do, he dodged the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

"Where do you think you're going to run to!"

Taking advantage of the moment when his opponent dodged, Zhuo Yang instantly closed the distance and swung his hand to deliver a palm strike.

Thunder in the Palm!

Lightning flashed in his palm, quickly contracting to a single point before erupting fiercely—a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl shot straight at the white-robed figure who had just regained his footing.

"drink!"

The man in white robes also became fierce, raising his hand to meet the attack. A flash of orange-yellow flame disappeared, then erupted violently, transforming into a giant firebird...

"A phoenix?" Zhuo Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he saw the flames.

The thing he hates most is the phoenix.

The next moment, the lightning and the fiery phoenix collided, and the fierce explosion instantly filled the entire tomb passage. The powerful shockwave blew Cui Yi, who was trying to come to help, back into the underground cave.

Zhuo Yang stood firm in the tomb passage, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

Before the ashes had even settled, he used his Cloud Step to rush forward with all his might.

The smoke and dust obscured his vision, but Zhuo Yang possessed an extremely powerful sixth sense, and he struck out with his palm without hesitation.

Thunderfire Palm!

The palm technique was self-created, but the true energy it circulated was thunder and fire, possessing boundless power.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the ashes, accompanied by flashes of lightning and fire within the smoke and dust.

A strong wind scattered the ashes, but Zhuo Yang remained standing, though his cheeks twitched: "You're a woman?"

That palm strike just now hit the opponent squarely in the chest...

"Hmph!" The man in white robes sneered disdainfully, "So you're no better than me, trying to take advantage of a woman at a time like this!"

Zhuo Yang was extremely embarrassed.

Given his personality, he would never take advantage of a woman. Besides, when he was a demon lord, he was surrounded by countless female demons, so there was no need for him to be so despicable.

The woman in white robes seemed convinced that Zhuo Yang was a scoundrel. She sneered a few times, then suddenly vomited. A few drops of blood dripped from the bottom of her mask. Although she had used her internal energy to resist, she had still been injured by Zhuo Yang.

Then, she threw down the jade pendant and turned to leave.

Seeing that the other party had given in, Zhuo Yang stopped pursuing. Besides, as a dignified demon lord who had taken advantage of a woman, he was too embarrassed to pursue the matter further.

Picking up the jade pendant, Zhuo Yang frowned and sped off towards the exit of the tomb passage.

In the passageway of the tomb, his companions lay sprawled on the floor, all unconscious. Zhuo Yang checked them over and breathed a sigh of relief; the woman in white robes hadn't intended to kill them, they had simply been drugged.

Feeling safe for the time being, Zhuo Yang ignored them and returned to the underground cave. On the way, he met Cui Yi. After discussing the matter, Cui Yi went back to take care of his companions, while Zhuo Yang continued to explore the cave.

The cave was very large, but Zhuo Yang had a powerful sixth sense, and following his intuition, he quickly found a pool of clear water in the deepest part of the cave.

"A thousand-year-old cold spring, hey!"

Zhuo Yang was somewhat excited.

The cold spring was no different from ordinary pool water, but the stalactites around the pool walls were covered with a thick layer of solid ice.

The water in the Cold Pool contains rich spiritual energy. Just a drop can be used to refine a Cold Spring Pill. Ordinary people will die if they take it, but cultivators can greatly improve their cultivation level.

Moreover, there is a whole pool of cold spring water here, enough to fill a household bathtub.

Make a fortune!

Even with Zhuo Yang's indifferent personality, they all burst into laughter.

Then, he took out his Qiankun bag and collected all the water in the pool. The Ten Thousand Year Cold Pool takes ten thousand years to form, and after he collected this pool of water, it will take another ten thousand years to form again. At that time, it will depend on other destined people.

There was also an unexpected find: two one-foot-long iron ingots lay flat at the bottom of the pool, faintly radiating a cold aura.

"Millennial Cold Iron?"

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed again; now he could upgrade the quality of the Dragon Pattern Sword once more.

Having made a good haul, they explored the cave for a while longer until Zhuo Yang noticed that the temperature inside was slowly rising and the rich spiritual energy was gradually dissipating, at which point he gave up the search.

"Old man, although your real age is definitely much younger than mine, I am grateful that you left me the Ten Thousand Year Cold Spring. Thank you!"

Zhuo Yang bowed deeply to the old man's remains, clasped his hands in greeting, returned to the tomb passage, and unleashed his Thunderfire Palm, blasting down the wall and leaving the old man with a peaceful burial chamber.

Back in the tomb, everyone was revived by Cui Yi, but they all looked listless.

"Old Cui, this is for you." Zhuo Yang waved and tossed the jade pendant to him.

Cui Yi instinctively caught it, and was shocked when he looked down: "Brother Zhuo Yang, isn't this... the tomb owner's cultivation manual? Why did you give it to me?"

“I have no use for it.” Zhuo Yang stood with his hands behind his back. “The manual is called Tongtian Baolu, but I’ve looked at it. It’s just a big name. At most, you can only cultivate this technique to the Integration Stage. I don’t care about it.”

"The Fusion Stage?" Cui Yi was so shocked that his mouth dropped open, unable to close it.

Is reaching the Integration Stage not enough? Is your goal to ascend to immortality?

Ordinary cultivators would be lucky to even achieve the Golden Core stage, let alone become immortals.

Sensing Zhuo Yang's lofty ambitions, and reflecting on Zhuo Yang's actions, Cui Yi gradually regained his composure. He smiled wryly and said, "The cultivation technique that Brother Zhuo Yang looks down on is a valuable resource for us. Thank you!"

A simple thank you conveyed a great deal of gratitude, and he dared to say that he would be Zhuo Yang's most steadfast supporter the next time they met.

There was nothing left to collect in the tomb, so Zhuo Yang had Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong collect all the gold, silver, and jade artifacts, and then the group left the tomb.

Night had fallen, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminated the earth. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, taking deep breaths, as if they had just returned to another world.

"Brother Zhuo Yang, where are you going next?"

Besides his horse-slaying sword, Cui Yi was covered in other things and affectionately put his arm around Zhuo Yang's shoulder.

Zhuo Yang didn't like being touched by others, so he could only smile helplessly and say, "Of course I'll go back to Lingzhou, find a good place to cultivate properly."

The most urgent tasks are to improve the quality of the Dragon Pattern Sword and refine the Cold Spring Pill. Not only do I need it, but my two newly recruited disciples also need the Cold Spring Pill to improve their cultivation and help me find fragments of my primordial spirit.

Then, they started causing trouble for Wang Shanlong!

"Lingzhou, my cousin works at Lingzhou No. 3 Middle School as a physical education teacher. I own a bar. Come over sometime!" Chen Guo approached, bringing with her a pleasant fragrance—a perfume scent, neither too strong nor too weak.

Zhuo Yang hadn't noticed she was wearing perfume before; she must have sprayed it when she left the tomb.

Everyone likes a mature and elegant beauty, but Zhuo Yang prefers her cold and silent demeanor, at least she won't come close to him.

"I don't need it for now, I have other things to do!" Zhuo Yang left his contact information with Cui Yi, then leaped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye using the Cloud Step technique.

"Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Chen Guo was furious, her face turning pale with anger.

Seeing this, Su Hui breathed a sigh of relief, then shamelessly went to Cui Yi to ask for Zhuo Yang's contact information...