Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The three-colored beads rotate on their own, releasing an extreme and pure power.

One life two, two beget three, three beget all things.

All things bear yin and embrace yang, and the energy is in harmony.

Luo Hou, now possessing newfound power, opened his eyes. Outside the window, it was already dawn, and all things were thriving.

After he finished washing up, he heard Huang Quan and Shao Hao's voices coming from the square of Tiandu:

"Bright Flame Zhu Yi, Four Gods Joint Worship, Reverse Source Incantation!"

"Bright Flame Zhu Yi, Four Gods Worshiped Together, Reverse Source Incantation~"

"Wrong, let's try again, Bright Flame Zhu Yi, Four Gods Joint Worship, Reverse Source Spell!"

"Come again."

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

Boom, boom.

Two flames exploded in the square, causing the temperature in Tiandu, which was already being blown by the winds of the Western Sea, to rise a few degrees.

Luo Hou peeked out the window, looked at the serious Huang Quan and the earnest Shao Hao, and shook his head with a smile.

The Bright Flame Zhu Yi Curse is a fire-based magic. Its first move, the Reverse Source Spell, is a counter-damage spell that inflicts double damage on the target and also has a burning effect.

Shao Hao inherited the DNA of the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper's martial arts do not need to be learned, but learning other moves, like humans, requires building a foundation, comprehending, and eventually mastering them.

Even with his intelligence, it still took him three days to learn the first move of the Ming Huo Zhu Yi.

After absorbing the death power from Sirius's right eye, Shao Hao's height increased again.

At this moment, he transformed into a handsome boy of seven or eight years old, wearing a light white cotton shirt embroidered with several emerald green bamboo branches.

On his feet were a pair of lightweight black leather boots.

Ignoring Jun Manlu and Jieyu's objections, Luo Hou insisted on tearing several holes in the boots, exposing Shao Hao's tender toes.

"Wu Jun, why did you cut up perfectly good shoes?"

"Ventilated, comfortable."

Looking at Wu Jun himself, beneath his equally moon-white thin shirt were a pair of straw sandals, revealing his thick, large feet.

These straw sandals are worn by farmers when they go to the fields.

Jun Manlu sighed; the dignified Martial Lord had just left.

Nestled among the mountains where West Martial Arts and North Martial Arts meet, lies a secluded bamboo forest, beyond which flows a clear river.

The river is shrouded in mist, resembling a jade belt.

The bamboo grove is wet with rain, and someone lives in seclusion there.

The renowned healer Tian Bugu, who is famous throughout the martial arts world, lives here.

As Luo Hou led Shao Hao into Qianzhuwu, the sound of a zither tinkling echoed through the bamboo forest, like raindrops falling on the river surface, stirring up ripples.

A voice, tinged with a touch of melancholy, rose in harmony with the music:

"A few cries of the cuckoo announce the end of spring's bloom, and we, lamenting the passing of spring, pluck the last red petals. Light rain, fierce wind, the season of green plums. The willows of Yongfeng, all day long, are covered in a flurry of blossoms like snow."

In this situation, Luo Hou felt embarrassed to recite his poem of war and destruction.

The music didn't stop when unfamiliar footsteps were heard.

A pair of fair and slender hands plucked the strings of a zither. The owner of the hands was dressed in a bright red brocade robe embroidered with black spiderwebs.

Looking further up, there was an extremely beautiful face, yet it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

Although Luo Hou did not speak, his powerful aura still forced Tian Bugu to stop playing his bow. He looked up at the two visitors, one big and one small.

"Who are you?"

"Wu Jun Luo Hou".

"Are you Luo Hou?"

Tian Bugu did not hide the surprise in his eyes. The man in front of him, dressed in plain clothes and straw sandals, with a baby face, was actually the tyrant Luo Hou?

"Of course."

"What brings you to Qianzhuwu? I am not making house calls today."

"I have not come here seeking medical treatment."

"Oh? Then what else is there between us?"

Having learned from Sirius's experience, Shao Hao readily replied, "Your left eye contains the power of death; I will take it back."

"Hahaha~ Kid, who are you?"

"My name is Shaohao, and I am the son of Lord Wujun Luohou."

Although Tian Bugu lived in seclusion, as the number one person on the Blood Ranking, he possessed his own powerful intelligence network and had naturally heard about the story of the Son of God being adopted by Luo Hou.

"I see."

"You can sit there and continue playing the piano. I will soon be able to extract the power of death."

The power of death in Tian Bugu's left eye has long since merged with his flesh and blood; if it were to be removed, it would inevitably lead to blindness.

He has a high opinion of himself and would not easily give up his eyes.

With a single push of the stringed instrument, it soared into the air, and several silk threads shot out, piercing towards Luo Hou's major acupoints.

The ink-suspended needle is both his surgical tool and his weapon.

Threading a needle to save a life, committing murder, arson, and dismemberment.

"Seven Stars Shining on the Moon, Thousand Shadows Returning to Evil, Drink!"

Tian Bugu's attack was swift and fierce, unleashing two consecutive blows that swept across the land.

In the blink of an eye, all thirty-six major acupoints on Luo Hou's body were locked, and a dense net was laid out around him, forming a suspended silk array.

"An unwise choice."

Luo Hou casually unleashed a palm strike, creating a raging wind that shattered the sun.

He only used three-tenths of his strength. Tian Bugu, as a top-tier healer, is of great value to the Bitter Realm.

Unexpectedly, the three-colored extreme essence was activated, and a world-destroying aura surged forth. With a loud bang, Thousand Bamboo Dock was instantly destroyed.

Thousands of bamboo stalks broke, the ground cracked three feet deep, and the medical hut collapsed into ruins.

Luo Hou himself was also taken aback. If Shao Hao's Death God's Cry was a torpedo, then the Sun-Shattering Gale Palm at this moment was a nuclear bomb, destroying an entire area with a single strike.

Tian Bugu was blasted away by the palm strike, landing several feet away, with multiple injuries all over his body.

He struggled to lift his head: "You really are Luo Hou!"

"I have no intention of harming you. Hand over the Eye of Death."

"Since you're not as skilled, take it!"

Tian Bugu, like Sirius, wanted to gouge out his own eyes, but was stopped by Luo Hou.

"Let me do it, I promise it won't hurt."

Luo Hou felt a pang in his heart; thankfully, this was the last eye.

Shao Hao placed his small hand over Tian Bugu's left eye, absorbing the black aura of death.

Luo Hou saw Tian Bugu tremble slightly, his slender fingers already digging into the soil, gripping the earth tightly to prevent him from crying out in pain.

They're all tough guys.

Fortunately, the painful process was short-lived. Shao Hao completely absorbed the power of death, and Tian Bugu's eyes remained as bright as ever.

However, without the blessing of death's power, future surgeries will not be as miraculous.

It's a pity about this bamboo forest.

With Tian Bugu's wealth, rebuilding Qianzhuwu is not difficult, but it will take at least a hundred years to restore this bamboo forest to its original state.

Even if the bamboo can regrow, all the name tags tied to the bamboo grove will be destroyed.

Each name tag tells a story of a stormy night in the martial arts world.

Chapter 45 Three Hundred Thousand Taels of Silver

The sweltering heat gradually subsided, and autumn arrived.

Many farmers were working in the fields. Some had their trousers rolled up, some were shirtless, and there were also six- or seven-year-old children running and playing in the fields, or bringing their parents a can of tea.

"Sow a single grain in spring, reap ten thousand in autumn. There is no idle land under heaven, yet farmers still starve to death."

“Godfather, I know this poem. Sister Jun taught me it.”

"Oh?"

"There's another one, which I recited to my godfather."

"When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

"My son is so clever."

Looking at the farmers in the fields, Shao Hao seemed to understand, yet he was still puzzled.

"Father, why is it that no one farms in Tiandu, yet they still have food to eat? Why are there so many houses in Tiandu, while the houses where these farmers live are so small and dilapidated?"

"It's a very complicated problem. Ask Sister Jun when you get home."

"..."

Luo Hou took Shao Hao to attend Yu Bufan's succession ceremony.

The white of Shenwu Peak has long been replaced by red, and it is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with firecrackers going off constantly.

As the largest righteous organization in the public eye today, people from all over the world came to congratulate us, and those who could not attend in person sent gifts in advance.

Su Huanzhen was still recovering from his injuries, and Qin Jiaxian and Ye Tuling came to offer their congratulations.