Chapter 19 - Inherited Magus Treasure
Not far away from the Gold Black Mountain, on another mountainside, a scrawny elderly man and a dapper middle-aged man was standing on a tree side by side, looking at Ji Xia and Ji Shu’s fight.
The elderly man was bared to the waist. His body was covered with a dozen of black, mouth-opened snake tattoos. Once he moved his body, those tattoos seemed squirmed along his body, which was hideous and disgusting.
A two feet long, black, thin snake coiled around the elderly man’s neck, gazed at the Gold Black Mountain with its green eyes; its forked tongue constantly flicked out from its mouth and hissed; a black horn on its forehead was shining under the sunshine.
The dapper middle-aged man was a lot taller than the elderly man. He was wearing a tight leather armour made of serpent skin and carrying an eight-feet-long sword. His angular face twitched occasionally.
Another ten feet long horned-serpent was leaned against a branch, its tail coiled around the middle-aged man’s waist. This black serpent was staring at the Gold Black Mountain the same way as the snake. It was gazing at those gigantic Fire Crows which were floating overhead the mountain.
The elderly man’s skeleton-like face twitched abruptly when he saw that Ji Shu been knocked into the air by Ji Xia’s punches and crashed into a hill. He muttered: “ This Ji Xia…we couldn't kill him in ten years ago…He will definitely cause us more troubles…”
The middle-aged man frowned. He clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles.
The elderly man let out a big heavy sigh and murmured: “Ten years ago…we broke Ji Xia’s ‘magus caves’, we thought we disabled him…But…we never thought so…He woke this much of ‘magus caves’ after that…Him…the offspring of the Fire Crow Clan’s Divine Magus…this power…this potential…He is a great threat to us…”
The middle-aged man gave a sniff defiantly, gnashed his teeth and said: “What about the offsprings of the Fire Crow Clan’s Divine Magus? We killed his father and seven of his brothers twenty-five years ago; we sieged and killed his grandfather and all his uncles fifty years ago!”
The man headed up and continued: “Now, among the entire Fire Crow Clan, only Ji Xia has the purest bloodline from the Divine Magus! I, Black Water Jiao, I will not let him live another decade!”
“Jiao, you’re right. We can’t let him live anymore. Over the past decade, Ji Xia and his people did a whole lot of damage to our clan. We have already lost few fertile hunting grounds.” The elderly man nodded and said in a very low voice.
“Yes…That’s why I truly wish Ji Shu could be the leader. Granddaddy, though I don't like Ji Shu, the devious bastard…But, I hate Ji Xia more!” Black Water Jiao petted the serpent’s tail, which was coiled around his waist, and said sepulchrally.
“My big brother was killed by Ji Xia. I will get his heart ripped out of his chest with my hands. I will take his heart to our highest Black Water Serpent!”
The horned serpent hissed, put its head on Jiao’s shoulder and licked his face with its black, forked tongue.
In the meanwhile, Ji Shu was standing on a fiery cloud and floating in the air. He was holding the wooden stick and laughing madly. The stick was an over two meters long wooden cane, looked like a branch which was just chopped off from a tree. The cane was green, with a dozen of smaller branches which had fresh leaves growing on them.
This cane seemed full of vigor. It didn't really look like a cane, more like a tree which was rooting in the earth and containing a great life force.
Ji Shu held the cane tightly and waved, a large tricoloured flame spurted out from the cane along with a loud blazing sound.
The tricoloured flame looked like a piece of coloured glaze; white flame was in the outer layer; cyan flame was in the middle layer and the red flame was in the core. The tricoloured flame turned into head-sized flame balls, constantly fell onto the ground. Rocks and earth which touched by those flame balls were instantly burned into wisps of smoke.
Ji Shu’s body was wrapped in hot air, looked like a shadow which was shaking on the surface of the water. People couldn't even see his face clearly.
People who were standing in front the Mother Temple and watching this fight were frightened by this wooden cane. The tricoloured flame was so powerful. It heated up the air and made people sweat, some people’s hairs and eyebrows were even blazed up by themselves; it also laid low trees for hundreds of miles around.
Ji Hao looked at the cane astonishingly. Such an amazing power, he thought. Ji Shu has only held it with his hands, the power of the cane already affected everyone and everything for a few hundred miles around without even been triggered!
If Ji Shu triggers its power with all his strength, this cane might perish every enemy for a hundred miles around.
“What the hell is this?” Ji Hao’s heart gave a leap. He started to worry about Ji Xia.
“Its an ‘inherited magus treasure’.” Said Qing Fu. Ji Hao didn’t even notice that Qing Fu has came and stood behind him. Qing Fu gripped Ji Hao’s shoulder, seemed extremely nervous.
“The ‘inherit-magus-treasures’… even the weakest ‘inherited magus treasure’ was made by a powerful Senior Magus, who had, at least, a hundred of ‘magus caves’ waken. Every one of the ‘inherited magus treasures’ was at least passed through generations for at least a thousand years, been nourished by the blood and spiritual power of Senior Magi from generation to generation, then eventually formed.” Qing Fu muttered. “Any of ‘inherited magus treasures’ could boost a Senior Magus’s power to ten times better…”
“Ten times? Then…Abba…If Ji Shu’s power enhanced ten times…Abba…Then…” Ji Hao turned to Qing Fu and said hoarsely. He subconsciously tightened his body when he heard what Qing Fu said.
Qing Fu’s face was pale. She gnashed her teeth and sniffed: “.Hao, your Abba and you have the purest bloodline from the Fire Crow Clan’s Divine Magus. Four sure, your Abba has his own ‘inherited magus treasure’. But…but, this ‘inherited magus treasure’ held in Ji Shu’s hands, it’s way too powerful…it should never be held by him…”
Ji Xia was standing on the lava, he growled and waved his left arm, a shield made of nine huge dragon-scales appeared on his arm. His right hand grabbed in the air, a spear with spearhead made of red dragon-horn and handle made of golden mulberry wood was then held in Ji Xia’s hand.
He held the spear tightly and knocked the shield, then shouted out to Ji Shu: “Shu! Let’s see what you’ve got!”
Ji Shu sneered. He bit his own tongue and spit a mouthful of blood to the wooden cane. Tens of gigantic phoenixes with wingspread over a thousand feet long flew out from the cane along with a long howl. Those phoenixes were spurting huge flakes of flames from their mouth and dashing toward Ji Xia.
Ji Shu’s body was transformed into a fiery light ball, hid in those phoenixes' flames and flew toward Ji Xia. He came up to Ji Xia, raised his arms and heavily smashed the cane onto Ji Xia’s head.