Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 39 - Out of the Valley

“Master’s in the mood!” The Black Donkey said, arrogantly and righteously, then pointed a donkey leg at Han Yulian and said, “Pretty girl, give your master a back massage!”

I’ve never seen such a lazy and thieving donkey!

“No wonder you were suppressed, you’re too detestable and hateful!” Zhou Heng laughed out loud.

“Neigh—” The Black Donkey neighed angrily, “Your Donkey Master was wronged, I fell asleep only to be sucked dry of my life’s Cultivation by that damned stele, otherwise, with my strength, I could kill all of you with a spit!”

This detestable donkey seemed to be genuinely angry, its eyes bulging angrily and two rows of ghastly white teeth snapping crisply.

It was uncertain if it was telling the truth!

Zhou Heng muttered to himself, fully distrustful of the donkey, “With how detestable you are, you deserve to be sucked dry!”

“You little brat, this great master will kick your ass so hard you’ll know why the flowers are so red!” The Black Donkey didn’t lift a hoof but berated Zhou Heng furiously, its combat prowess in argument undiminished.

“Detestable Donkey, how long have you been suppressed under there?” Zhou Heng asked casually.

But the Black Donkey didn’t fall for it this time.

It stared at Zhou Heng and said, “Stinky boy, you’re trying to play mind games and trap your Donkey Master with your words.

You’re still too green!

These are tricks your Donkey Master played as a child and got bored of!”

“Hurry up and take your Donkey Master out, I must sweep across all four corners and become the overlord of all above and below heaven!”

While it said this, it couldn’t help but revert to its shameless character, standing upright with its forehooves struck into a mighty, powerful pose, its black fur rippling in such a way that it was unbearable to look at.

Zhou Heng and Han Yulian looked at each other, both involuntarily clenching their teeth.

The donkey’s detestability completely negated any sense of awe, leaving only an impulse to beat it soundly.

“You two, aren’t you awe-struck by the invincible might of your lord?” The Black Donkey leaned against the mountain wall, one back leg propped casually on the wall, its front hooves crossed over its chest, while its donkey tail scratched its own mid-back in a rather anticlimactic fashion.

Confronting this Black Donkey that personified detestability, Zhou Heng didn’t know where to start being angry, feeling only a wave of helplessness wash over him.

“Alright, I’ll take you, this detestable donkey, out!” Zhou Heng considered for a moment before nodding and agreeing.

“It’s Donkey Master!” The Black Donkey protested dissatisfied.

“But there is a condition!” Zhou Heng continued, “What exactly are you?”

“Of course, I am the supreme and almighty Black Donkey God of heaven and earth!” The detestable donkey said, shamelessly raising its hoof even higher with pride.

“How can you talk?” Han Yulian interrupted, pinpointing the most bizarre aspect.

She had never heard of a Demon Beast being able to speak human language; it was completely against all common sense.

“This lord is a wondrous beast nurtured by heaven and earth, an existence that stands above all things.

Is there anything strange about being able to talk?” The Black Donkey continued to speak arrogantly, its detestable face inciting annoyance in anyone who saw it.

“It looks just like an ordinary donkey to me!” Zhou Heng looked the donkey up and down, shaking his head repeatedly.

“Stinky brat, I’ve told you a hundred times, a thousand times, this master is a wondrous beast of heaven and earth!” The Black Donkey said, frustrated and angry.

“Then why were you suppressed?”

“Spit, it was just this great master’s bad luck.

I was cultivating in seclusion here, and unexpectedly, someone built a large formation at some point almost sucking me dry!” The Black Donkey said angrily, clearly very unhappy with the situation.

This might actually be the truth.

“Detestable Donkey, you’ve been suppressed for so long, do you know what this place actually is?”

“It’s the supreme Divine Donkey, sir!” The Black Donkey gritted its teeth, kicking a hoof against the mountain wall, “I don’t know either, I only know this place is darn sinister!”

Does this detestable donkey really not know?

Zhou Heng shook his head and said to Han Yulian, “Senior Sister Han, let’s get out of here!”

“Hmm!” Han Yulian naturally had no objections to this.

In this place, her life was in Zhou Heng’s hands, and without his guidance, she would never be able to leave for the rest of her life.

Who would be willing to entrust their life to someone else?

The two of them and the donkey set off on their journey, entering amidst layers of mist.

“Hey, Scoundrel Donkey, since you’re a donkey, why not let me ride you?”

“I’ll bite you to death!”

“…You’re not a dog!”

“I like it, what can you do to me?”

Amidst their bickering, the two people and their donkey quickly made their way out of the valley.

“Wahaha, Donkey Master has finally made it out!

How could a mere Mist Valley trap the likes of your’s truly, hahaha!” After the Black Donkey laughed out loud, it suddenly took off running, fast as a gust of wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

This damn donkey really knows how to cross the river and demolish the bridge, not even leaving behind a thank you!

“Senior Sister Han, Junior Brother Zhou!” At this moment, Mao Xianzhi and Lu Qing ran over from nearby, relieved to see Zhou Heng and the others.

“Right, I thought I heard someone else’s voice just now, was there someone from the valley?” inquired Lu Qing.

Neither of them had seen the Black Donkey.

Han Yulian shook her head.

A talking donkey, unless seen and heard for oneself, who would believe in such an existence?

She said, “No one else was there, just Junior Brother Zhou and me!”

Lu Qing and Mao Xianzhi didn’t suspect anything, although they felt that the strange, duck-like voice didn’t match either Zhou Heng or Han Yulian, the valley was too odd, so hearing things incorrectly was not surprising.

“Junior Brother Zhou, you, you, you…

have reached the Ninth Layer of Body Refinement!” Lu Qing suddenly said with a quivering voice.

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“What?” Mao Xianzhi immediately jumped up, sensing Zhou Heng’s aura and revealing an expression of utter shock!

This was like a story from The Arabian Nights!

Just before, he was only at the Seventh Layer of Body Refinement, how was it that now he had reached the Ninth Layer?

“I had some fortuitous encounters in the valley!” Zhou Heng casually brushed it off.

Such a miracle couldn’t be replicated, others didn’t have the Broken Sword, entering the valley would just lead to their deaths!

Lu Qing and Mao Xianzhi’s faces were filled with envy, their hearts full of regret.

If they had been bold enough to follow into the valley, could they too have achieved the Ninth Layer of Body Refinement?

To leap two minor realms at once, what a stroke of fortune!

They were both at the Eighth Layer of Body Refinement, originally one realm above Zhou Heng, but now they were surpassed by one minor realm, feeling a huge gap.

But envy was no use, they could only congratulate Zhou Heng.

When the appointed time arrived, the four of them, including Zhou Heng, met up with the team led by Qi Guangyao and returned to the Nine Spirit Sect.

Their harvest this time was substantial, not only achieving their expected goals but also with surplus, earning commendations from the sect, with each person receiving Sect Contribution Value—of course, excluding Qi Guangyao, who came voluntarily to help.

Sect Contribution Value was the currency exclusive to the Nine Spirit Sect, worthless outside, but within the sect, more precious than gold or silver.

In the sect, items like cultivation techniques, martial arts techniques, and pills could only be exchanged with Contribution Value, for instance, a Spirit Gathering Pill required ten Contribution Points.

It seemed cheaper than gold and silver, but the difficulty in obtaining it was significantly higher.

Shortly after returning to the sect, Han Yulian brought him ten Gathering Yuan Pills, his reward for taking first place in this sect assessment.

Ten Gathering Yuan Pills, quite the generous reward!

Zhou Heng was elated, the energy provided by the Broken Sword was becoming less and less, and the ten Gathering Yuan Pills could add a month of arduous practice, exactly what he needed most.

His “fortuitous encounter” in Mist Valley couldn’t possibly remain a secret, already propagated far and wide by Lu Qing and Mao Xianzhi.

However, they could not guess what exactly Zhou Heng’s encounter was, speculating that he must have consumed some Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

These few days, he became the talk of the sect.

To Zhou Heng, such fame was utterly unappealing.

He was someone with a big secret to hide, and if the existence of the Broken Sword was discovered…

he didn’t believe that his current self could contend with someone in the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Fortunately, the Dantian was a world of its own, and nobody could discover the existence of the Broken Sword even if they reached into his body, so he needn’t worry for the time being.

The Misty Death Valley had given him a strong shock, opening up his horizons even more than when he left Origin Stone Town.

“The shadow under the Cold Pool of Jue Valley, a talking donkey, skeletons coming back to life, what secrets are hidden within this Pingtian Mountain Range!” While puzzled, Zhou Heng’s curiosity only grew stronger, wishing he possessed the Heaven Battling Force to sweep through the Universe and clarify the whole story.

“In a few more days, the new month begins, and I can challenge the top ten of the Outer Sect.

I must secure a spot to obtain the best resources for cultivation and break into the Blood Refinement Realm as soon as possible!”

He waited patiently, taking a Spirit Gathering Pill each day and spending the rest of his time operating the Moonshadow Heart Jue to accumulate True Yuan Force.

The energy provided by the Broken Sword was dwindling steadily; he couldn’t afford to deplete his resources.

As for the Sky-soaring Nine Forms, he had been stuck at the fourth form, grasping the Sword Intent required a special opportunity, or else no matter how much time he spent, it would be in vain.

Zhou Heng felt as if he was back to the ten years when he couldn’t cultivate, dedicating every possible moment to cultivation apart from the essential rest.