A great adventure in the world of immortal cultivation

Joan of Arc: Huh?

Xiao Huohuo: Bu Hao! It's a boomerang before entering the ruins!

KP: Joan of Arc, be lucky.

Joan of Arc: Lucky, 70/60, failed.

Joan of Arc: Damn, my Red Sun Sword!

KP: (Hehe) So, even though Jeanne expended all her spiritual power, she couldn't wrench the Red Sun Sword from the strange fluctuations of the hourglass. Finally, this low-grade magical weapon that had accompanied you for 123 chapters could no longer hold on. With a "crack," it snapped in two, its once flaming crimson blade reduced to dull black iron. The sword's spirit was shattered, irretrievable.

Romeo: No! Red Sun Sword!

Jeanne: Damn it, when that bastard KP was so happy to let me attack the hourglass, I should have guessed that nothing good was going to happen! My Red Sun Sword ahhhhhhhh——!

Xiao Huohuo: In order to recoup the foreshadowing at the beginning, the dog KP who frequently uses tricks is finally getting his head around it. (Pointing and gesturing)

KP: (pinching nose) Well, if the old doesn’t go away, the new won’t come. So just consider it as losing money to ward off bad luck.

Han Buli: Alas, poor Chiyang Sword, it has been through more than a hundred chapters of hard times with Heizhen. I hope it can find a luckier owner in the next life.

Joan of Arc: If you keep scolding me——!!!

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???: With your current strength, there's no way you can damage this hourglass.

KP: So, just as Jeanne was wailing while holding the remains of the Red Sun Sword, a disembodied human voice suddenly sounded in the cave.

Joan of Arc: Huh?

Han Buli: Zhao Wuji is here now?!

KP: It wasn't Zhao Wuji. Facing the surprised and doubtful reactions of the two of you, the person who spoke had no intention of hiding anything. Before long, a milky white illusory figure slowly emerged from behind the millstone - it was actually a lingering ghost!

Han Buli: Ghost?

KP: Come on, Han Buli has made a will.

Han Buli: Damn!

Han Buli: Willpower, 99/35, big failure.

Han Buli: ??? No, buddy!!!

Xiao Huohuo: I can’t hold it anymore.

KP: So, even though he had already entered the world of immortal cultivation, it was the first time for him to see such an extraordinary thing on the Xianyuan Continent. Han Buli's eyes darkened, his teeth clenched, his limbs gathered together, and he fell straight on his back, instantly falling into a baby-like sleep.

KP: Due to the excessive stimulation, Han Buli loses 1d5 points of maximum MP.

Han Buli's MP limit: 42-3=39.

Xiao Huohuo: Haha, with the number 42 missing, I feel much more comfortable.

Han Buli: You bastard!

KP: When the ghost saw Han Buli suddenly lying on the ground without moving, he was also stunned, and then showed a caring expression.

Ghost: What happened to him?

Joan of Arc: It’s okay. My kid has been a loser since he was young. Just leave him alone.

Ghost: Oh.

Joan of Arc: Emmm, it feels a bit weird. Could this ghost be Zhao Wuji's minion or something like that?

KP: Then, without even a moment's mourning for the Red Sun Sword's sacrifice, Joan of Arc quickly wiped away her tears and looked at the ghost before her—a middle-aged man in light gray robes, who seemed to have been a monk in his lifetime. He had an ordinary appearance, but a gentle demeanor and extraordinary temperament. His translucent eyes were full of confusion, but occasionally a glimmer of wisdom would flash in them.

Romeo: Quack! It's obvious that he's a master!

Joan of Arc: Who are you?

Ghost: As you can see, I am a remnant soul. You can call me Nameless, after all, even I have forgotten my own name.

Xiao Huohuo: nameless grass.

Han Buli: Go ask him if he can play the erhu.

Xiao Huohuo: It shouldn’t be like that. This one isn’t even at low health anymore.

Joan of Arc: (Stop messing around, I continued) Then why are you here?

KP: Upon hearing this, the ghost named Wuming pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Wuming: I forgot...

Joan of Arc: Huh?

Wuming: (sighs) After becoming a ghost, the things I can remember are getting less and less every day. Maybe soon, my soul will be torn apart.

Joan of Arc: Was it Zhao Wuji who made you become like this?

Wuming: Zhao Wuji? Who is that?

Joan of Arc: ...

Xiao Huohuo: It’s hard to hold back.

Joan of Arc: No, buddy, how come you don’t know anything? (Pointing)

Han Buli: Doesn’t he seem to know how to destroy the hourglass?

Jeanne: So how did he, with a memory as poor as a goldfish, remember such crucial information?

Wuming: Because I made this hourglass.

Joan of Arc:?

Chapter 167 I Will Be Loyal to You! (Sand of Time, Part 15)

Xiao Huohuo: No, buddy? Are you really awesome?

Han Buli: Be Like when you see a homeless person on the street suddenly take out a white plastic chair from a food stall.

Romeo: Quack! It's the super-powerful weapon refiner, everyone, shut up!

Joan of Arc: Master, please accept my disciple’s greeting!

KP:?

Xiao Huohuo: Okay, okay, you betrayed your master, right? I will hold a ceremony for you when I get back!

Jeanne: The one who became a disciple in Tianmu City was Yi Mi Si, what does that have to do with me, Jeanne! (righteously)

Xiao Huohuo: Grass.

Han Buli: Lao Zhen, don't become my disciple anymore. Lao Xiao will be caught by Zhao Laodeng soon. You'd better ask him about the real business as soon as possible.

Joan of Arc: Okay, then I'll ask him about the hourglass.

KP: Upon hearing Jeanne's question, Wuming showed a nostalgic expression.

Wuming: These are the few things I remember—these two instruments, called the [Clay Stone of the Birth and Death of All Things] and the [Tracing Light Tribulation]—the former can grind all things into crystals imbued with the power of time and space, while the latter can redistribute these crystals to the appropriate people or objects. Creating these instruments seemed to have consumed all my energy, and they must be my most outstanding creations.

Xiao Huohuo: They're a complete set. (Pinching nose)

Joan of Arc: So, why would you help me, a stranger you just met, to ruin your masterpiece? (Suspicious)

KP: Upon hearing this, the nameless ghost frowned and thought for a while.

Wuming: I have a vague memory in my mind. It seems that I used this [Pillar of the Birth and Death of All Things] and [Trace of Light] to do some irreparable stupid things. So I must find a way to destroy it to prevent the same thing from happening again... Unfortunately, I can no longer remember what it was.

Han Buli: I understand. Brother Wuming was stabbed by the dog KP.

KP:?

Xiao Huohuo: The Sword of Time? Interesting.

Joan of Arc: I continue to ask, how can we destroy this [Retracing Light Tribulation]?

Wuming: It's actually very simple. The power of [Tracing Light Tribulation] matches its user. If you want to destroy it, you just need to use a power that surpasses its user.

Joan of Arc:?

Romeo:It's very simple.jpg.

Han Buli: So the question is, if I can defeat [Tracing Light Tribulation], why can't I just defeat Zhao Wuji directly? (half annoyed)

Joan of Arc: Wait a minute, this [Tracing Light Tribulation] doesn't seem to have any level suppression?

KP: Yes.

Romeo: Now I understand.jpg.

Han Buli: Now I understand.jpg.

Xiao Huohuo: Well, I like it very much~

Joan of Arc: OK, then the next idea is very clear. We just need to find a way to lure Zhao Wuji away, and then let the stinky little brother come down to accumulate a burning technique, and then all the problems can be solved.

Xiao Huohuo: I don't want to be too rude, but please prepare a farewell drink for Zhao Wuji.

Romeo: Only black tea?

Han Buli: Wait a minute, KP, there seems to be a bug. If Lao Xiao destroyed this [Light Tracing Tribulation], then where did the [Light Tracing Tribulation] we found in the ruins come from?

Xiao Huohuo: Yes.

KP: Don't worry, I have my own solution to this problem. You just need to work hard to make the miracle happen.

Xiao Huohuo: Walking slowly.

KP: So, just when you, Joan of Arc, were excited about discovering Zhao Wuji's weakness, the nameless ghost slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, those eyes that were originally quite bright suddenly became empty.

Wuming: The aura of [Tracing Light Tribulation]... and there is more than one.

Joan of Arc: What?

KP: The nameless ghost continued to talk to himself.

Wuming: ...So that's how it is. Is this the fruit Zhao Wuji created? ...But it seems the time has not yet come for it to mature.

Joan of Arc: Wait a minute, don’t you know Zhao Wuji?

KP: Ignoring Jeanne's questions, the nameless ghost's gaze fell on the distance, his tone empty and indifferent.

Wuming: To those who have been tainted by the [Retracing Light Tribulation], let me give you a reminder... Those who abuse time will eventually suffer the consequences of time. This happened to me, and it will happen to Zhao Wuji too... Remember this, never do this.

KP: After saying this bunch of meaningless warnings, Wuming's eyes slowly closed, then opened again, revealing an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Wuming: Sorry, I seem to have dozed off. Where were we talking just now?

Joan of Arc: Damn!

Han Buli: Classics took a nap.

Xiao Huohuo: Riddler, get out of Tianmu City!

Romeo: Dog KP, get out of here!

KP: (half annoyed) Okay, it's almost time, Wuming doesn't have any other information here, Joan of Arc, you can take the unconscious Han Buli and leave as soon as possible.

Joan of Arc: Wait a minute, before I leave, I want to ask Wuming about refining equipment!

Xiao Huohuo: You stinky sister, you still don't give up, give up, I bet KP didn't write the corresponding plot at all. (pinching nose)

Joan of Arc: As long as Dice Girl is here, nothing is impossible!

KP: ...Then you should live a difficult and lucky life.

Joan of Arc: Difficult and lucky, 40/30, failed.

Wuming: Weapon refiner? Although I may have been a weapon refiner in my lifetime, I have no recollection of it now.

Joan of Arc: Damn!

……

KP: Next, let’s start with Xiao Huohuo’s story.

Han Buli: Fast forward to the moment when he failed miserably in refining the medicine and was beaten to his knees by the Imperial Master.

Joan of Arc: Fast forward to the moment when she failed miserably in refining the medicine and was ground into fine sand by the Imperial Master.