Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 621 - 310 The Dao Heart Really Collapsed

Chapter 621: Chapter 310 The Dao Heart Really Collapsed

Time silently slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Jiang Shouzhong’s time spent practicing his fist exceeded the predictions of Shi Luoxia and the others.

Originally, the elder had been somewhat worried and wanted to enter the cave dwelling to check on the situation, but before he even reached the entrance, he was repelled by a blast of cold air.

Obviously, Dugu Luoxue did not allow anyone to enter.

Such domineering behavior greatly angered Yan Xishi, who cursed loudly at the door.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored her, and in the end, she could only give up in resentment.

And the huge cloud fist that had gathered above Huoyun Mountain became increasingly fiery red, turning into a remarkable spectacle.

The elder stroked his beard and lamented,

"According to the ancient records of our sect, after our second-generation ancestor achieved great accomplishment in fist art, a fiery fist called the Sky Burning Fist always hovered above Huoyun Mountain.

Any smallfry who dared to run wild on Huoyun Mountain had to eat this fist. Even after the second-generation ancestor died, this fiery fist still protected Huoyun Mountain for over a hundred years.

Unfortunately, no one after him could truly comprehend the Eight Extremes Sky-Burning Fist, causing the fiery fist to burn out, and our Huoyun Mountain no longer had the prestige to deter Jianghu, falling into a second-rate sect..."

"Second-rate sect? You mean... I, as the current Sect Leader, am not up to par,"

Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded.

The elder was startled and saw Yan Xishi and the others looking as if they were taking pleasure in his misfortune. His old face instantly scrunched up like a bitter melon as he turned around and said sheepishly, "The Sect Leader is joking. It’s us who have failed the expectations of our ancestors, leaving you to shoulder the heavy burden of the sect alone."

Li Nanshuang gave a thumbs-up and crisply said, "The elder’s skill at flattering is still pretty good."

The elder glared at the girl.

The current Sect Leader sighed and said, "The elder speaks the truth. Right now, only I, Huo Qi, am shouldering everything on Huoyun Mountain. I have to personally deal with all the big and small affairs of the sect, to the point that I haven’t even had time to take a wife, tiring indeed."

The current Sect Leader was named Huo Qi and was the seventh-generation leader of Huoyun Mountain.

The founding ancestor, who was an illiterate roughneck, had deliberately made a rule that regardless of their names, all future leaders would change their surname to Huo and be named numerically by their generation.

Of course, the one who truly expanded and glorified Huoyun Mountain was the second-generation ancestor, Huo Er.

With a pair of fists, he became undefeated throughout the world.

He transformed Huoyun Mountain from a gang into a renowned, major sect in the world.

The sect leaders that followed were indeed quite average.

Moreover, these leaders, with their natural boldness and unrestrained actions, were mostly hands-off shopkeepers, wandering everywhere, too lazy to deal with sect affairs, which led to the gradual decline of Huoyun Mountain.

Originally, Huo Qi intended to pass the leadership to Shi Luoxia, but the latter was under the thumb of his wife even more than himself, content with creating a small courtyard for a reclusive life, unwilling to meddle in anything.

Helplessly, Huo Qi had to continue as this hands-off leader.

Fortunately, the man Nan Shuang had brought seemed promising, and he was also favored by the second-generation ancestor. Why not hand over the sect to him in the future?

Yan Xishi’s face twitched, and she said with a cold snort,

"You don’t even know about the few disciples you’ve taken in this year, let alone seeing them—you hardly even meet the inner sect disciples throughout the year. If it weren’t for my man, Huoyun Mountain would’ve long become Latrine Mountain, where anyone could come and take a dump."

Huo Qi, rebutted by his woman, had nothing to say and laughed as he took a swig of wine, "That’s why I think my junior brother is qualified to be the Sect Leader, but it’s a pity you won’t do it."

"Who cares about that lousy position of Sect Leader?"

Yan Xishi hummed, "Besides, I would have to change my name, and being called Huo Ba afterward would sound terrible."

"My wife is right,"

Shi Luoxia nodded vigorously in agreement.

Huo Qi glanced at Li Nanshuang and tentatively asked, "How about we let the young ones take the position of Sect Leader?"

Everyone was stunned and subconsciously looked towards the cave dwelling.

Yan Xishi, usually so outspoken, was silent this time, seemingly pensive.

Shi Luoxia smiled and said, "Let’s wait until he comes out alive before talking about it."

...

In the Purgatory Daoist School where scorching waves reached the heavens and firelight pierced the sky, Jiang Shouzhong’s skeletal frame practiced his fist art over and over again.

After undergoing countless fire temperings, his skeleton had become even more resilient, as if forged from molten lava.

It could be said that Jiang Shouzhong had now trained himself to have Vajra Bone.

"What is the essence of fist art?"

The bones in the fire were almost completely burned out.

This famous second-generation ancestor had finally completed his bone sacrifice.

However, because the Daoist School still existed, his Divine Sense remained. Yet, even for the Daoist School, it was beginning to crumble away like the ruins after a fire, disintegrating little by little.

"Within movement and stillness, lies the change of heaven and earth. In advancing and retreating, is contained the radiance of the sun and moon."

"It’s not about surpassing others, but about surpassing oneself."

"It’s not about controlling the enemy, but about controlling one’s own heart."

"Lad, you still seem immature. The spirit of this fist art, you will slowly comprehend it in the future."

As the voice of the second-generation ancestor gradually faded, Jiang Shouzhong, wrapped in flames to the bone, delivered the final punch.

The Fire Cloud Daoist School shattered into pieces.

Outside the cave dwelling, the Fiery Cloud Giant Fist in the sky smashed straight towards the firmament.

In an instant, countless fiery clouds piled up.

The sky turned a thorough crimson.

The disciples and elders of Huoyun Mountain, witnessing this spectacle, were astonished, each looking stupefied like wooden chickens.

The elder was particularly thrilled as he shouted, "Sky Burning Fist! It’s the Sky Burning Fist!"

Inside the Abstinence Dojo, Dugu Luoxue slowly opened her eyes.

The Jiang Shouzhong in her arms was no longer in danger.

Crimson-colored snowflakes gently fell, tingeing her skin with a captivating cherry hue.

The surroundings were filled with fleeting scenes.

Sometimes it was her and Jiang Shou embracing and kissing, or her indulging in wanton pleasure, or her kneeling on the ground with a dazed look, gazing at Jiang Shou holding the candle behind her...

Dugu Luoxue felt bewildered.

Which one is the real me?

In the boundless sea of desires, the sea of desires is boundless... She had devoted her life to the path of abstinence, only to find now that her dojo was filled with desires.