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Chapter 147 Nine-Turn Brahma Bone Pill

The Supreme Elder looked at her, remained silent for a moment, as if confirming her sincerity. Then she smiled, a faint smile, but one tinged with relief.

"Good boy."

She patted Jihulan's hand lightly, as lightly as a feather.

The two chatted for a while longer. The Supreme Elder told her about the Nine Silkworm Clan, the rules of the Great Sun Brahma Sect, and the relationships between the various forces within the sect. Jihulan took notes of everything and nodded from time to time.

Just then, a soft voice came from outside the secret chamber: "Elder Qibing, the Divine Child of Diluo requests an audience."

The Supreme Elder frowned slightly, then relaxed her brow. She glanced at Jihulan and said, "You stay here and experience the power I'm passing on to you. I'm going out to see him."

Jihulan nodded, sat back down on the futon, closed her eyes, and began to circulate her internal energy.

The Supreme Elder stood up slowly, as if she were using all her strength to support her increasingly frail body. She walked to the door and glanced back at Jihulan, who was sitting there quietly, surrounded by a faint white light, her light blue hair swaying slightly, like a serene statue.

The white silkworms that had been lying all over the ground raised their heads, crawled a few steps toward her, and then stopped.

It was as if she was seeing her younger self from many years ago.

With a smile, the Supreme Elder withdrew his gaze and pushed open the door to leave.

Inside the main hall, the Earth God Child was already kneeling.

He knelt down as soon as he entered the door, his knees hitting the white marble floor with a dull thud. He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

This was the scene that the Supreme Elder saw when he walked in.

She walked to the main seat and sat down, looking at the kneeling Di Luo Di Zi with a complex expression in her eyes.

She had no children, not a single one. In her youth, she had an adopted daughter, an orphan she had taken in from the battlefield. She raised her for over ten years, cherishing her like the apple of her eye. Later, the adopted daughter married and had a son, who became the Di Luo Divine Child.

Later, the adopted daughter died during a mission to the Buddhist order, and her remains were never found.

From then on, the Di Luo Di Zi became her only concern in this world.

She made up for all the debts she owed her adopted daughter by spoiling this child, indulging him, and praising him to the skies.

Everyone in the Buddhist community knows that the grandson of the Supreme Elder is not to be touched.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was kind, like any grandmother who dotes on her grandchildren. "In this place, there are still people bullying..."

"You've betrayed my grandson!"

Diluo Shenzi raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Elder, you don't know."

He spoke, his voice trembling with tears. Then he recounted Li Wei's story in detail, from Tiru's murder to the occupation of Lamo City, and then to Yu Jialuo interfering by using the sect leader's token to silence him.

He spoke with such aggrieved tone, as if the greatest injustice in the world had befallen him.

As the elder listened, the kindness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a gloomy expression.

She has always been protective of her own.

They've gone to the point of being unreasonable in their favoritism.

In her eyes, no matter what the Di Luo Di Zi did, no matter whether he was right or wrong, he was still her grandson, and anyone who dared to touch him was going against her.

That man named Li Wei killed her grandson's men, occupied her grandson's city, and now wants to become a disciple of the sect so that her grandson can't do anything about it.

She took a deep breath, about to say something, when suddenly—

A tightness settled in my chest.

A violent cough surged up, which she forcefully suppressed, though her face paled for a moment.

She thought about her current situation.

about to die.

This body won't last more than a few days.

Her face grew even darker, but this time it wasn't directed at Li Wei, but at herself.

"Unfortunately, I'm dying soon."

She leaned back in her chair, her voice tinged with helplessness and resentment.

"In the past, I would have gone to the sect leader and argued with her about right and wrong. But now—"

She gave a wry smile: "I can't support your back for much longer."

Di Luo Shenzi knelt on the ground, raised his head, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes: "Elder, aren't there still people to pass on the skills?"

His tone was cautious, like a child afraid of losing his support.

He had worried about what would happen to him after the Supreme Elder died, but then he heard that the Elder had found someone to pass on his power—a woman with the bloodline of the Nine Silkworm Goddess, who could inherit all of the Elder's lifelong cultivation. He thought to himself that as long as that person was still alive, his backer would still be there.

The Supreme Elder shook his head, his gaze fixed on the night sky outside the hall, his voice very soft.

"I am me, and she is her. Although I asked her to take care of you, the more I use her, the less I have left. She is ultimately not me."

The Divine Child of Earth fell silent.

He understood.

The person who passed on the skill was not the Supreme Elder. She wouldn't treat him like her own grandson like the Supreme Elder would. Her care for him was merely fulfilling a promise. It might be fine once or twice, but if it happened too often, the relationship would become strained.

Where can he find another powerful expert at the peak of the third realm who treats him like a grandson?

"What should we do then?"

The voice of the Earth God Child became somewhat anxious, tinged with a hint of resentment.

"We can't really let Li Wei become a disciple of our sect, can we? Otherwise, I really won't be able to do anything to him."

The Supreme Elder remained silent for a long time.

The hall was so quiet that the crackling of the candlelight could be heard. Her gaze wandered around the hall, from the paintings on the wall to the incense burner on the table, from the incense burner to the prayer mat on the floor, and finally stopped at some intangible point.

Then, she moved.

She took out a small jade bottle from her sleeve. It was only the size of a thumb, and its entire body was emerald green, with a layer of gold leaf sealing the mouth. She placed the jade bottle on the table and gently pushed it towards her.

"This is----"

Diluo Shenzi reached out and picked up the jade bottle, examining it from all angles before looking up and asking.

"Nine-Turn Brahma Bone Pill".

The Supreme Elder's voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"After taking it, it can give a Vanishing Skin the strength of five Vanishing Bones in a short period of time."

Di Luo Shenzi's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: "This pill is of no use to my grandson."

"It's not you."

The Supreme Elder interrupted him, his light blue eyes narrowing slightly, a glint of shrewdness shining through their murky depths.

"Your maid—Sherenya. Doesn't she have a blood feud with Li Wei, who killed his father?"

Diluo Shenzi was stunned for a moment, then understood what was going on, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The Supreme Elder continued, his tone as calm as if reciting a recipe: "The sect rules forbid disciples from killing each other, but if there is a blood feud for the murder of one's father, one may challenge the other party. On the life-or-death arena, each shall leave their fate to destiny."

She glanced at the jade vase on the table.

"Then, have Sharonya take this pill. Avenger with five Brahma Bone levels against Li Wei, who at most has one Brahma Bone level—does the outcome even need to be predicted?"

Di Luo Shenzi suddenly stood up, his grievances vanishing and replaced by ecstatic joy.

"The elder is wise!"

He gripped the jade bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes blazed with an almost manic light.

Li Wei, your time has come.

The Supreme Elder looked at his excited expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips, but deep in his eyes, there was a faint trace of weariness.

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

Outside the hall, the night wind whistled through the seventy-two iron chains, producing a low hum, as if someone were chanting scriptures in the distance.

Inside the secret room, Jihulan sat quietly, surrounded by flowing white light, her light blue hair moving without wind. She had no idea what was happening outside, nor what the man named Li Wei was about to face.

She simply closed her eyes, feeling the ever-growing power within her, her heart filled with gratitude.

Thank you, Elder.

I am grateful for everything she has given me.

The white silkworms lay at her feet, their wings fluttering slightly, emitting a soft buzzing sound, as if they were singing an ancient ballad for her.