Chapter 1491: Please Summon the Holy Scripture

Unsolvable Substitute Marriage: Jiang Fan and Xu Yining

Jiang Fan brought the stick down, making Tiange scream repeatedly in fright. Fortunately, it stopped just a foot above her head. Tiange was so terrified that tears streamed from her eyes.

"You've held out all day. Giving in now would mean you suffered for nothing, wouldn't it?" Jiang Fan said calmly. "Perhaps a few more beatings would be better then."

Tiange, tears welling in her eyes, replied, "I'll write it, I'll write everything."

Only then did Jiang Fan take out paper and a brush, tossing them in front of her. He said, "Before you write, a word of warning: don't play any tricks. I have a way to verify if your translation is accurate. Afterward, I don't want to hear excuses like 'I remembered it wrong' or 'I wrote it incorrectly,' unless you want to taste my stick again."

Tiange trembled as she grabbed the brush, then knelt and began to write.

A short while later, a hell-script text, only about a hundred characters long, came into view. Jiang Fan suppressed his excitement and quickly read it carefully.

"'The Scripture for Invoking the Holy Presence' can randomly summon a clone of a Hell Realm Lord to descend and annihilate enemies. The incantation content is as follows... Items to prepare are as follows: a sacrificial holy artifact, and the blood of a Hellish Primeval Beast."

After reading the content, Jiang Fan was still brimming with excitement. The inscription he had been yearning for was finally in his hands.

However, when he saw the requirement for the blood of a Hellish Primeval Beast, his expression changed. According to the text, the bronze artifact needed to be doused with the blood of a Hellish Primeval Beast to activate the holy artifact. Only then, by reciting the inscription, could a clone of a Realm Lord from another world be successfully summoned. But the Hellish Primeval Beast's body, along with its blood, had already decayed!

"No wonder the Hellish Primeval Beast's blood decayed immediately," Jiang Fan sighed, looking up. He had been curious about it at the time. It turned out that because the Hellish Primeval Beast's blood was so incredibly potent, the rules of the Hell Realm had placed a restriction on it: once the main body died, the blood would immediately rot. This prevented outsiders from casting "The Scripture for Invoking the Holy Presence."

So, was the inscription he had worked so hard to get for naught? At least, it couldn't be used in the battle against the ancient giants.

Wait! The Hellish Primeval Beast in Taicang Great State was dead, but there should be one in each of the other eight states as well. Otherwise, how did their sky-reaching black pillars emerge? He could simply ask people from other states for help to capture a live Hellish Primeval Beast. Realizing this, his eyes gleamed with delight.

He could entrust this matter to Flower Bloom Prosperity. That woman had significant connections; asking her for help would be the quickest solution. However, he still needed to confirm whether Tiange had tampered with the inscription.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he took out the Nether Soul Crystal. Then, the Ancient Mirror of Reflection slipped from his sleeve. He pointed it at Huaxin, who was lying on a chair, munching on a spirit radish and reading a book. This was how he interrupted Huaxin, saying, "Sister Huaxin, there's something I need your help with."

Huaxin put down her book, eyed Jiang Fan skeptically, and chuckled, "'Sister'? That's a rather ancient title. Last time you called me 'sister,' you swindled my tiger tally from me. What are you planning to swindle this time?"

Jiang Fan chuckled, "Sister Huaxin, you have a serious misunderstanding of me. Am I really that kind of person? This time, I just want you to take a look and help me verify the authenticity of 'The Scripture for Invoking the Holy Presence'."

The smile on Huaxin's face suddenly stiffened, and her gaze sharpened abruptly. She quickly glanced around. When she saw Tiange cowering in the corner, her blood pressure instantly surged, and she snapped, "Damn it! How dare you pass sacrificial inscriptions to outsiders? Your Dark Asura clan truly lives up to its reputation as sinners of the Hell Realm!"

Jiang Fan was secretly astonished. The Dark Asura clan, sinners of the Hell Realm? If he remembered correctly, the Dark Asura clan had already been annihilated in the Hell Realm, right? Could it be that they had once done something to harm the interests of the Hell Realm, and thus were completely wiped out? And now, only a few remnants of the Dark Asura clan survived in the Heaven Realm?

Tiange, still writhing in pain, heard this and angrily retorted, "You're not the one who got beaten, so of course you can talk tough!"

"Just a beating, you say?" Huaxin grew even angrier, scornfully saying, "A princess of the dignified Asura clan, afraid of torture and interrogation? You truly disgrace our Asura clan!"

The Asura clan originated from the harsh environment of Hell, and their tolerance for pain was far greater than that of other beings. Huaxin assumed Jiang Fan must have played some trick to deceive the information from Tiange. And as a result, a mere bit of torture made her give in!

Tiange angrily retorted, "I told you, don't talk tough when you haven't experienced it yourself! If you're so brave, let him hit you with his stick and see! If you don't cry out in pain, I'll commit suicide as an apology! If you don't dare to try, then shut up and stop using the Asura clan's name to pressure me!"

Huaxin clenched her silver teeth, her eyes blazing with fury. Although she clearly understood that asking Jiang Fan to hit her with a stick for no reason would make her seem foolish, seeing this detestable Dark Asura princess remain unrepentant made anger boil within her. She turned to Jiang Fan and said in a deep voice, "Come on! Hit me with one of your sticks! I want to show her what true backbone our Asura clan possesses!"

Jiang Fan looked at Huaxin's remnant soul and said, "There's no need, it's just a petty quarrel. My stick hits very hard, you know."

Huaxin scoffed, "Just hit me when I tell you to! I insist on making this woman admit defeat!"

Jiang Fan was helpless. He had never heard such an unreasonable request. "Alright then, just bear with it." Remembering how this woman had always been secretive and refused to teach him inscriptions, Jiang Fan no longer hesitated. He retrieved Huaxin from the Nether Soul Crystal, then raised his hand and brought the stick down.

Huaxin lifted her head and puffed out her chest, staring coldly at Tiange. "Watch closely, you delicate Dark Asura little princess! See how I withstand..."

"Aow!"

As the stick landed, Huaxin first gasped sharply, then her eyes bulged, and her features twisted in agony. She collapsed to the ground, writhing like a loach just pulled from the mud. The intense pain left her speechless for a long moment. It wasn't until a while later that she could finally speak, albeit with difficulty: "You... what kind of stick is that..."

Jiang Fan shrugged, "I told you it would be very painful. It might hurt a bit more, just bear with it."

"Hahahaha!" Tiange finally burst out laughing. "You big shot, you're not so tough after all, are you?" She felt a surge of relief, as if all her pent-up frustration had been released. Someone had finally experienced the hellish torment she had endured all day.

"However, you only got hit once," Tiange snorted through her nostrils, sounding a little proud. "I, on the other hand, took three full hits before I was forced to confess."

Huaxin clenched her jaw, realizing she had wronged Tiange. That stick was truly unbearable for any human. She said with difficulty, "Send me back. I need to lie down and rest."

Jiang Fan, however, calmly said, "You can go back. But you also need to transcribe a copy of 'The Scripture for Invoking the Holy Presence' from memory."

Huaxin frowned, "Don't you already have it?" She understood that Jiang Fan wasn't sure if Tiange had tampered with it, which was why he wanted her to write a copy too. Her eyes darted around. Should she write a fake version, making it hard for Jiang Fan to distinguish the real from the false? That way, even if Jiang Fan got the real one, he might not dare to use it rashly. But soon, Jiang Fan's next words interrupted her subtle thoughts.