Chapter 82: The Suicide Magic Pearl

At that moment, Lao He said, “Master, I can sense that Fat Song’s resistance to the true fire isn’t true energy but rather a higher-level form of true essence!”
“True essence?” Su Che wondered. “How could it be true essence? He’s only at the early stage of Qi cultivation—how could he possess true essence, which is only available at the Foundation Establishment stage?”
“I once read in a book about medicinal pills that there are several types in the cultivation world that can allow cultivators at the Qi cultivation stage to temporarily generate true essence, such as the Jiyuan Pill, Yue Ling Pill, He Xu Pill, Long Li Jin Yuan Pill, and so on,” Lao He replied. “However, these pills all have severe side effects, almost like forcing growth too quickly. No one would take them unless absolutely necessary.”
While the master and servant were exchanging thoughts, Fat Song continued to scream and charge forward. Su Che, using his not-so-skilled sword control, threw his magic sword at Fat Song’s chest.
Bang!
The nearly insane Fat Song raised his hand and swatted the mid-tier magic sword away. Yet his right hand remained intact—not a single finger was damaged.
“Ah!”
Fat Song suddenly roared loudly. With a powerful gust of energy, he scattered the true fire surrounding him everywhere, even dispelling the exotic true fire created by a high-tier spirit talisman.
“Su Che, I’m going to kill you!”
Fat Song’s face was torn and bloody, a sight too gruesome to bear. He glared fiercely at Su Che like a demon, then took out another weapon in the shape of a hammer from his Qiankun Bag.
The hammer-shaped artifact, just over a foot long when it fell into his hand, grew rapidly, expanding to over five feet in an instant, with a massive head as thick as a bucket.
“A magic weapon whose size can change—it’s actually a spirit weapon!”
Su Che was shocked.
At that moment, the people below also exclaimed in awe, “A spirit weapon! He’s only at the third level of Qi cultivation, yet he can control a spirit weapon. He must have swallowed the Jiyuan Pill just now!”
“Yes, it must be the Jiyuan Pill!”
Yu Qing also deduced that Fat Song had taken the Jiyuan Pill. She then turned to look at Zhen Lan, her sharp gaze filled with reproach. She could actually do such a self-destructive thing…
Zhen Lan slightly lowered her head, instinctively avoiding Yu Qing’s gaze, but still let out an indignant snort.

In the Immortal Prison, Lao He, based on the judgments of those below, explained to Su Che, “Ji Yuan Dan has a fierce medicinal effect. It can temporarily convert true energy into true essence. With true essence, cultivators at the Qi Cultivation stage can also wield spiritual weapons. However, for the extremely fragile meridians and dantian of Qi Cultivation cultivators, true essence is like highly corrosive poison. After its effect wears off, the cultivator’s meridians and dantian will surely be severely damaged, rendering them unable to utilize true energy for at least three years—meaning they’re essentially useless for that time.”

“Kill ten thousand enemies, but lose eight thousand of your own!” Su Che sneered inwardly. “Fatty Song isn’t just cunning; he’s also ruthless. He’d rather waste three years than withdraw from the sect after defeat.”

Lao He added, “For him, as long as he can defeat you, wasting three years isn’t a problem. In fact, it might even earn him more favor from Zhen Lan. With Zhen Lan’s support, all losses can be made up many times over.”

At this moment, the energy flowing within Fatty Song was already at a higher level of true essence, and with a spiritual weapon in hand, he had strength equivalent to being half a step ahead in the Foundation Building stage. If Su Che wanted to defeat him, he might have to use dozens of top-grade spiritual talismans in quick succession to stand a chance.

Yet Su Che believed that, given Fatty Song’s current mental state, he didn’t deserve such a waste of talismans. A small item would be enough to take care of him!

“Waaah!” First, Fatty Song’s flesh was scorched by the fire, and now his dantian and meridians were violently corroded by the true essence induced by the medicine. Under such internal and external torment, he was naturally confused and in extreme pain. He moved wildly, wielding his spiritual war hammer at Su Che like a starving barbarian.

This time, Su Che imitated what Fatty Song had done earlier—applying a low-grade lightness talisman to himself. With agile steps, he dodged the war hammer’s attacks from all directions. At the same time, he quietly took out a completely transparent small bead and hid it in his palm…

Although Fatty Song’s attacks were extremely powerful, with each missed strike creating a deafening noise on the competition platform, the visual and auditory impact was indeed overwhelming.

But he was already on the verge of losing his mind. Apart from brute-force attacks and his single-minded desire to kill Su Che, he had lost most of the techniques expected of a cultivator, making it impossible for him to hit the skillfully dodging Su Che.

Below, sisters Zhen Zhen and Zhen Lan both cursed inwardly: That fat idiot is as stupid as a pig, using a spiritual weapon like a brute! Just because you’re given a hammer, does that mean you know how to use it to hit people? Spiritual weapon… all that spirit wasted…

Boom! Boom! Boom…

The sound of the battle hammer was deafening, yet it neither hit anyone nor left any trace on the fighting platform. After all, the thirty-six platforms in the Competition Peak formed a complete “Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars Formation,” and attacks from those below the Golden Core stage could cause no damage to any of them.

On the platform, Su Che seized an opportunity. While Song the Fatman turned to chase after him, he quietly dropped the transparent bead at his feet and stepped back a few paces.

When Song the Fatman caught up and stepped near the bead on the ground, an old man in the Immortal Prison shouted, “Blast!”

With a soft pop, the transparent bead exploded, releasing a wisp of smoke barely visible to the naked eye that seeped into Song the Fatman’s body through his calves.

After that, Song the Fatman ran a few more steps before suddenly widening his eyes, stopping abruptly, and standing there in shock.

“Ah…”

He held the battle hammer in his right hand while using his left to pound his own head, as if trying to knock something out, looking extremely distressed.

“What’s going on?”

The crowd below was puzzled. Although they had noticed that Song the Fatman’s mental state was abnormal due to internal and external factors, it shouldn’t have been this severe.

“Ah…”

Song the Fatman’s screams grew louder, and the force with which he pounded his head grew stronger.

Su Che, on the other hand, slowly walked over, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show, with no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

“Second sister, what’s wrong with him?” Zhen Lan asked Zhen Zhen with a worried expression.

“I don’t know either.”

Zhen Zhen shook her head slowly. She hadn’t noticed the transparent bead that Su Che had quietly dropped on the ground earlier.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

Song the Fatman kept pounding his head, running around the platform with the battle hammer in hand, like a headless fly…

It was obvious that the fight could no longer continue. Song the Fatman’s abnormal state clearly indicated that he had lost the match.

Zhen Zhen sighed softly, stood up, and prepared to announce the result of the fight in front of everyone…

But unexpectedly, Song the Fatman on the platform suddenly shouted, “Ah! It hurts so much!”

Pop!

To everyone’s utter shock, Fat Song actually swung his war hammer and smashed it hard against his own head. With such a powerful spiritual weapon hitting an unprotected head, the outcome was inevitably tragic—just like a hammer crushing a watermelon, with red and white juices splashing everywhere… Thud! Fat Song and the war hammer fell to the ground together; his brain exploded, and he died instantly. “This is…” The onlookers stared at each other in confusion, unable to believe such an outcome. Only Su Che and Lao He knew that Fat Song hadn’t committed suicide—he died at Lao He’s hands. That completely transparent little bead was actually a new type of weapon developed by Lao He: the “Chaos Soul Pearl.” The origin of the Chaos Soul Pearl can be traced back to those extraterrestrial demons captured and imprisoned in the Immortal Prison. To date, Lao He had devoured hundreds of low-level demons—though not entirely; each demon left behind a small remnant of energy containing all its negative emotions and evil essence. Back then, Lao He had said that these remnants weren’t trash and could still be useful. A few days ago, while Su Che was in seclusion at the underground fire veins in the Windy Gorge, Lao He, having nothing to do, used these demon remnants to conduct numerous experiments, eventually creating the Chaos Soul Pearl. This tiny bead gathered the negative emotions and evil essence of at least ten demons and, after careful refinement, was turned by Lao He into a highly vicious soul-attacking weapon. A mere wisp of smoke, if it entered a human’s mind, could quickly turn that person into a madman with extreme self-destructive tendencies. Thus, the Chaos Soul Pearl could also be called the “Suicide Demon Pearl.” But under normal circumstances, using it against cultivators wouldn’t yield high success rates—only when someone like Fat Song already had unstable mental state could the power of the pearl exploit that weakness and completely disrupt their thoughts. It must be said that Lao He had pushed the various talents of these extraterrestrial demons to an extreme, ultimate level…