379: Chapter 379 Furniture City War God

Suo Jialuo—this name echoed in Bai Ling's mind like a stone falling into a calm surface of water, stirring up a ripple.

The worst-case scenario had happened after all.

In the world of cultivation, the trump cards of various major forces were not exactly hidden, though they weren't common knowledge either.

Since they were trump cards, there would always be times when they were used, so over the long years, a few would always become known.

But similarly, under the erosion of time, those who could remember them were ultimately only a few.

Although Bai Ling was the Saint of the Butian Pavilion, regarding the Azure Dragon Department's trump cards, he only knew they were several hidden Old Ancestors of the Dragon Clan.

As for the specific information of those Dragon Ancestors, he did not yet have the qualifications to know.

But now, the fellow standing before Bai Ling had merely said a name, and Bai Ling already understood seventy to eighty percent of his situation.

There was no other reason; strictly speaking, Suo Jialuo was not one of those hidden Old Ancestors of the Dragon Clan, but in a way, he was more troublesome than if those Old Ancestors had appeared in person.

This was because the source of this name and the related knowledge came from the results of Bai Ling's extensive reading.

The book that recorded the opponent was called the "Dragon Hua Sutra," and its classification was Dragon Clan Mythological Classics.

The good news: he wasn't a Dragon Clan Old Ancestor.

The bad news: he was a mythological figure of the Dragon Clan.

Bai Ling turned and ran, his newly risen Battle Intent instantly dissipating.

What a joke; his greatest trump card hadn't been used yet. If he fought this guy head-on now, it would all be over.

Seriously, what was going on?

A Dragon Clan Immortal Reincarnation? Or had an Immortal been resurrected?

Isn't the upper limit of this Secret Realm only the Nascent Soul stage? How on earth did this guy sneak in!

Watching Bai Ling quickly run toward the weapon racks, Suo Jialuo did not stop him, merely watching quietly. It wasn't that he wanted to toy with his opponent; he just wanted to see the effects of this Nascent Soul Domain first.

He didn't even look at the dazzling array of weapon racks on both sides; those sabers, spears, swords, and halberds probably looked no different from toothpicks in his eyes.

By now, Bai Ling had already run twenty zhang away.

His toes tapped the ground as he conveniently snatched a long spear, yet he didn't thrust it forward, but instead threw it backward.

Suo Jialuo raised his hand to brush it aside; the spear shaft struck his forearm with a metallic clang and snapped into two pieces. He followed up by striking with a Spell.

"Water Technique: Thousand Threads."

His voice was low as it reached Bai Ling's ears. Bai Ling heard it.

He didn't look back, but his body had already reacted a step ahead; he shifted horizontally to the left, rolled, and grabbed a shield to block behind him.

The water threads grazed the edge of the shield and pierced into the pillar ahead, turning the entire pillar into a honeycomb of fine holes.

"Damn."

Bai Ling threw the shield back, having already rushed up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was the furniture floor.

Beds, cabinets, tables, chairs, and screens were densely packed into a maze. The moment Bai Ling dove in, he was like a drop of water entering the sea, disappearing completely.

Suo Jialuo followed close behind, stepping onto the second floor, his foot crushing a Pearwood table.

He closed his eyes, his nostrils twitching slightly, then opened them again, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Found you."

His body collapsed into thousands of water mists, permeating the entire floor.

Bai Ling had just rounded a screen when he saw the mist seeping in through the cracks in the door.

Without a word, he snatched a wardrobe door panel nearby to block in front of him, and without stopping his feet, he continued sprinting toward the third floor.

The mist condensed into a hand behind him, reaching for the back of his neck.

The door panel moved across and blocked it.

But that hand passed directly through the wooden board—no, a part of the board turned into water and was pulled through along with the hand.

Bai Ling's pupils shrank; he let go of the door panel, dove under a bed, rolled out from the other side, and conveniently pulled down a floor screen.

Suo Jialuo's figure stepped out from the mist; the screen smashed into him and shattered into wood chips.

"You certainly run fast."

Bai Ling ignored him.

He had already scrambled up the stairs to the third floor, conveniently smashing an iron pot toward the staircase entrance.

Suo Jialuo tilted his head to dodge it.

The iron pot hit the wall, leaving a dent.

The third floor was the kitchenware and general merchandise floor.

Pots, bowls, ladles, basins, brooms, mops, drying poles, and buckets were piled to the brim.

Bai Ling's foot slipped as he landed, stepping into a puddle of water.

No, it wasn't water.

He looked up; Suo Jialuo was already standing at the staircase entrance, his body re-condensing.

"Water Technique: Tides."

Water began to seep from the floor of the entire level.

Bai Ling jumped onto the nearest workstation, then to another, snatching a rolling pin to hurl at Suo Jialuo while simultaneously hooking his foot to kick over a bucket of cooking oil.

The oil spread across the surface of the water.

Suo Jialuo raised his hand to block the rolling pin but didn't stop his pace. Neither oil nor water affected him; he was water himself.

But oil is slippery.

When he stepped on it, his figure swayed slightly, which caused him to feel a hint of surprise.

In that brief moment, Bai Ling had already vaulted over the workstation and grabbed a broom; the broom head dipped into the water before he swung it toward Suo Jialuo's face.

Water droplets.

Suo Jialuo allowed them to pass through his body.

But after those droplets passed through, he discovered a transparent hole had appeared in his chest area; it was created by Bai Ling wrapping his magic power in water.

The hole quickly healed.

Bai Ling was already running toward the fourth-floor stairs.

Suo Jialuo looked at his back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The fourth floor.

A floor filled with entertainment and food.

Neon lights flashed, arcade music played, and the scents of grilled sausages and cotton candy mingled. There was a merry-go-round, claw machines, and whack-a-mole stations.

When Bai Ling landed, his legs went weak for a moment.

He glanced down at his left ribs; there was a wound there, grazed by the water threads on the third floor. His clothes were torn, the flesh was split open, and blood had already soaked half his body.

He fished out a Medicinal Pill, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, his pace never stopping.

Behind him, the water mist condensed once more.

Suo Jialuo stepped onto the fourth floor, his gaze sweeping across the colorful area and landing on Bai Ling.

"Still running?"

Bai Ling didn't speak.

He grabbed a stick of candied haws from a nearby stall and threw it at Suo Jialuo, while retreating and conveniently overturning a whack-a-mole machine.

The candied haws passed through Suo Jialuo's body and fell to the ground.

Suo Jialuo stepped forward.

Bai Ling retreated into the merry-go-round area, vaulted onto a wooden horse, and the horse began to rotate. Using the momentum of the rotation, he jumped from one horse to another, then toward the central pillar.

Suo Jialuo raised his hand, and water threads shot out.

Bai Ling slid down the pillar and hid behind a claw machine. The water threads shattered the glass of the claw machine, and the plush toys inside rolled all over the floor.

Bai Ling grabbed a plush bear and threw it at Suo Jialuo.

Suo Jialuo caught it and squeezed it flat.

Meanwhile, Bai Ling had moved to another position behind a cotton candy stall.

He pulled the switch on the cotton candy machine, and sugar threads gushed out, pulling countless fine lines into the air.

The sugar threads were viscous and carried heat.

The moment Suo Jialuo passed through the sugar threads, his figure stalled for an instant. The syrup adhered to his water body, and although it was quickly washed away, that moment of stagnation was enough for Bai Ling to run another ten zhang away.

He burst through a security door and rushed into the arcade area.

Basketball machines, dance machines, shooting games, and racing simulators—lights flashed and music was noisy.

Bai Ling wove between the machines, throwing everything he could reach behind him: basketballs, plastic guns, dance mats, and even a steering wheel he had ripped off a racing simulator.

Suo Jialuo entered the arcade area, letting these things hit his body.

The basketballs passed through his body and bounced on the ground.

He brushed aside the plastic guns with a wave of his hand.

The steering wheel hit his shoulder, and he didn't even bother to dodge.

His gaze remained locked onto Bai Ling.

Bai Ling's breathing was already ragged.

Although the bleeding from the wound on his left ribs had stopped, every step he took brought a stinging pain. The Medicinal Pill was taking effect, but there wasn't enough time for a full recovery.

He had already used up all the props on this floor.

Arcade machines—overturned.

Stalls—toppled.

The merry-go-round—ridden.

The cotton candy machine—smashed.

He now stood at the end of the arcade area, with a wall behind him.

Suo Jialuo stopped three zhang away.

His figure was intact, his scales bright, and even his breathing wasn't labored.

"Nothing left to throw?"

Bai Ling propped himself on his knees, panting, and looked up at him.

Suo Jialuo raised his hand, water light gathering in his palm.

"Your Nascent Soul Domain is somewhat interesting; everything around you can be turned into your aid."

"If you hadn't encountered me, none of the Dragon Clan youngsters of this generation would be your match; they wouldn't even have the ability to climb to the third floor."

Bai Ling looked at him, suddenly smiled, straightened his back, and opened his arms.

"Come."

Suo Jialuo's hand paused.

He looked into Bai Ling's eyes.

There was no fear in those eyes, nor any plea for mercy, only a sense of calm that said, "Anyway, I've done my best."

The water light flickered in his palm for a moment, then went out.

Suo Jialuo lowered his arm.

"...You run well."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then his legs went soft and he sat directly on the ground.

He lay back, staring at the flashing neon lights on the fourth-floor ceiling, panting heavily.

Suo Jialuo turned and walked toward the stairs.

The water mist spread, and his figure gradually faded.

Only Bai Ling remained, lying amidst the scent of arcade machines and cotton candy, staring at the ceiling and laughing out loud.

But when Suo Jialuo reached the fourth-floor staircase entrance and was about to go down, he suddenly snapped awake.

"What did I just do?"

"It's that music!"

Suo Jialuo finally realized why it had suddenly become quiet around him; in the arcade area just now, the music should have been very noisy.

He once again turned into a stream of water, racing back the way he had come.

When he returned there, where was there any sign of Bai Ling? There was only a mess on the ground and an open emergency exit in the distance.

That passage had no stairs leading down, only stairs leading straight up.

At this moment, the noisy music reached his ears again, but without Bai Ling's interference, he could clearly feel that the music was gradually decreasing in volume and becoming soothing.

Dispelling the abnormality that had once again emerged in his body, Suo Jialuo shattered all the speakers with a punch from a distance.

Then, he looked toward that pitch-black emergency exit leading to the next floor.

"Good, very good."

Without any superfluous words, only an even more fierce stream of water shot out like a high-pressure water jet.

The floor of the entire arcade area cracked open, and the already broken facilities were now all reduced to fragments.