Chapter 94: Let’s First Create a Makeshift Version to Get By
Although Qing Ji proposed to teach Luxianbei the “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” and “External Body,” partly out of a sense of retaliation, he was also sincerely imparting this knowledge.
When launching another attack against Luxianbei, he laid out all the details of the “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” and “External Body” techniques for her to see.
It was as revealing as an a*al exam.
And Luxianbei, as always, used her life to continuously comprehend the mysteries of “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” and “External Body.”
Finally, after sending over a dozen people to their deaths, she noted down all the details of executing the “Reverse Evil Flower Gu.”
Luxianbei felt that she was ready.
Great, it was time to put it into practice!
So, she turned and charged towards Qing Ji, blowing the horn for a counterattack.
“Untouchable reality, unobservable darkness, unsmellable fragrance…”
“Untouchable reality, unobservable darkness, unsmellable fragrance…”
Standing a few meters apart, the two confronted each other, reciting the identical spell at almost the same speed, their fingers weaving the same hand seals continuously.
Without considering looks, the two were perfectly synchronized like a mirror.
Then…
At the moment the spell was complete, a colorless enchanting flower appeared in Qing Ji’s palm, while Luxianbei’s hand revealed nothingness.
“……”
Looking at her empty palm and the dust floating in her vision that seemed to slow down hundreds of times, feeling the amplified pain as the fierce wind carried the snowflakes across her face, she felt foolish.
The next moment, she died again…
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People often suffer because they do not receive rewards that match their pain.
It’s like getting reprimanded by parents for poor exam results—it’s bearable. But if you study hard and still don’t achieve good results, only to be reprimanded again, that’s true suffering.
Once Luxianbei entered a state of learning, she could feel gains with each d*ath, which seemed to alleviate much of her pain.
Before it felt like serving a prison sentence; now it was significantly better, having reached the stage of community labor reform.
Floating in the darkness, Luxianbei closed her eyes and recalled the various details from her previous encounters with Qing Ji, pondering them repeatedly.
Then, she had an epiphany!
She realized that she might not be able to master “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” and “External Body” in a short time, but…
Who said it had to be fully learned?
It was also possible to create a makeshift version to make do!
This thing isn’t an exam, no need for a “solution process,” and even the final answer doesn’t have to be completely correct… Luxianbei thought.
The functioning mechanism of “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” is quite strange. When the spell is completed, spirit energy is transformed into controllable spiritual particles through the spell, drifting toward the afflicted, much like pollen, and entering their body.
Moreover, that enchanting flower seems not to be formed by the spell itself; it’s said that to cast toxin-related spells, one must use “Gu.” That flower might be Qing Ji’s Gu.
Setting the Gu aside, just in terms of its functioning method, it has a peculiar resemblance to the “charm” ability derived from the core of the Witch mythological species.
As long as one attempts and practices more, using the “charm” ability to simulate the effects of “Reverse Evil Flower Gu” is not entirely impossible.
As for “External Body,” it involves stirring pure spirit energy from within, utilizing the resonance generated by the spirit energy fluctuation with one’s own spirit energy to control its form and position within a short time, achieving effects similar to that of a clone.
This is a pure and extreme technique of spirit energy control, almost bordering on the Dao itself. Only a spiritual ability user like Qing Ji, who can easily simulate the Hundred-Armed Giant Power, can achieve this level. Others finding this standard would not only face difficulty but wouldn’t gain significant increases in strength.
But…
I actually don’t need to reach the level of the Ancestor in controlling spirit energy, right?
I have a similar ability myself, which is the innate skill from the core of the mythological species. Perhaps I can find a shortcut? Luxianbei thought.
In some respects, her innate skill might even be more intricate than “External Body.” It doesn’t require resonance between spirit energy and fluctuations; it only needs intent to detonate.
However, what her innate skill lacks compared to “External Body” is the inability to freely adjust form and position after detachment…
If I could just observe the details of the Ancestor casting “External Body,” overcoming this flaw might allow my innate skill to “fly” in the future! Luxianbei thought with excitement.
Lost in thought, she successfully completed another “sit-up” between life and d*ath.
Looking around, she locked onto Qing Ji’s figure, leaping up like a carp and resolutely charged at Qing Ji…
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At the same time.
As Luxianbei died over and over, the ambulance arrived at the eSports venue.
Under the guidance of a terrified network administrator, a group of medical personnel arrived at a private room, where they lifted the unconscious Luxianbei onto a stretcher and headed for the ambulance parked outside.
The last nurse paused for a moment and, following protocol, inquired with the administrator about the details before the patient fainted.
“Hello, were you the one who discovered he collapsed?”
“Y-yes.” The network administrator responded, trembling.
“Did you notice anything unusual about him before he collapsed, or even earlier?”
“I…” The administrator recalled briefly and nodded, “Yes, there was something. Since he entered the room, he had been staring at the computer screen as if… like something in the computer had lured away his soul. It was terrifying!”
“Do you think this could be some kind of urban legend event?”
The nurse was taken aback and giggled, covering her mouth, “This guy, how could there be so many urban legend events in the world? We must believe in science!”
It did indeed sound like an urban legend event. I’ll contact the hospital’s duty supervisor later.
The nurse thought, noted down the information on the form, and asked again, “Besides that, is there anything else?”
“Also… also I didn’t give him 2.5L of cola?”
Medical personnel, “？？？”
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10:02 AM.
At the Siye Association Headquarters on Qixing Mountain in Shengjing, in the third conference room.
Around a large conference table sat two people: a middle-aged man with a sword-like brow and starry eyes, and a woman with shoulder-length short hair and Danfeng eyes.
They were the two guardians of the Siye Association, the General and the Wordless Book.
“I heard that Black Emperor summoned us here for a newly discovered Cataclysm Grade urban legend?” The General inquired of the Wordless Book.
He had received a notification from Zhang Hainan and rushed over from Shanhaiguan without having had a chance to learn about the situation in detail.
“Mm.” The Wordless Book nodded, briefly explaining the information she had learned from Zhang Hainan, and calmly stated, “This is all I know; we can only ascertain the details when Black Emperor arrives.”
After listening, the General nodded in understanding without further inquiries, instead shifting the topic, “How’s the situation in Yumen?”
Not long ago, when an urgent message from Yumen came through, the Siye Association dispatched two guardians, Qin Huai Jun and Wordless Book, along with a dozen A-Class spiritual ability users for support.
Yes, the Wordless Book had gone to Yumen for assistance, but due to the special nature of her spirit pattern ability, she would always have a “body” remaining at the headquarters, so the General assumed she was the one most knowledgeable about the current situation in Yumen.
The Wordless Book shook her head, “It’s dire. You probably know better than I do what that dead god realm was originally used for.”
“Over the years, it has gathered an astonishing number of urban legends, and it seems there have been some extraordinary changes. Now that the god realm is damaged, those urban legends have flooded out like a dam bursting, and even Qin Huai Jun has become exhausted after fighting twice.”
“She’s already exhausted after fighting twice?” The General exclaimed.
Although Qin Huai Jun was quite straightforward and her spirit pattern ability was of the pure violence type, that was exactly why she was almost the strongest in prolonged battles among the nine guardians.
That even she had exhausted herself twice, especially while collaborating with Wordless Book and the Yumen Sands Sea Branch…
This situation sounded as exaggerated as if tilling fields had exhausted two prime bulls.
“Mm.” The Wordless Book nodded, “However, the good news is that so far, the urban legends inside Yumen have not successfully escaped, and the surrounding areas are relatively safe for now.”
“That’s good…” The General nodded, “If support is needed, contact me at any time. For the time being, Shanhaiguan is relatively stable, with a noticeable decrease in the frequency of urban legend attacks outside the pass. I should be able to free up time to go to Yumen.”
Hearing this, the Wordless Book seemed to recall something unpleasant and subtly frowned, then responded nonchalantly, “Mm, I appreciate the sentiment.”
As the conversation concluded, the conference room briefly fell silent.
Before long, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
A young man dressed in colorful attire and slightly plump walked in.
In his hand, he fiddled with an exaggerated toad figurine made of ivory, gold, and jade, embedded with colorful gems on its back.
Coupled with the shrewd smile on the young man’s face, he exuded a strong nouveau riche vibe.
Seeing the young man, the General frowned slightly, saying, “Golden Toad? Why didn’t the God of Wealth come?”
The newcomer was the most capable assistant of the God of Wealth, known as Jin Chan Lang.
“Ugh! Don’t mention it!” Golden Toad rolled his eyes, “Recently, some incident occurred in M Country; they couldn’t handle it and asked the God of Wealth to help out.”
As he spoke, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to the General, “You are the General, right? I’ve long heard of your great name—want a smoke?”
The General cast a sidelong glance at the “No Smoking” sign on the wall, waved his hand, and asked, “What happened? What incident required invoking the God of Wealth?”
Noticing the General’s eyes, Golden Toad chuckled sheepishly, glanced at the sign on the wall, and reluctantly put away the cigarette.
“A newly born urban legend.” The Wordless Book interjected, “From the information currently available, it appears to be a power born from humanity’s blind pursuit of virtual currency; in simple terms, the virtual currency has come to life.”
After a pause, she added, “It’s said that it has already begun to condense the prototype of a god realm, and the materials for this prototype are the assets of those trading in cryptocurrencies and a series of negative emotions that arise when they go bankrupt.”
“My estimation is that when its god realm prototype solidifies, it will certainly trigger a financial crisis, and influenced by its power, those affected by the financial crisis may very likely transform into its followers.”
Golden Toad looked at the Wordless Book and nodded vigorously, “Exactly, exactly! That’s how it is!”
“That urban legend is a first-generation one, and its power is embedded in the virtual network, making it quite tricky. Even the God of Wealth finds it quite troublesome…”
“Virtual…” the Wordless Book murmured in a voice only she could hear. This mention suddenly reminded her of that little insect she had encountered through the Black Emperor not long ago.
If that little insect was willing to help, would this matter be easier to resolve? The Wordless Book thought, gently shaking her head to bring her focus back to Golden Toad.
“In any case, that’s the situation. So, I rushed to the epicenter of the urban legend incident overnight and could only send me to this meeting…” Golden Toad explained.
“By the way! You two, what is the topic of our meeting this time? Sorry, I was in a hurry and didn’t get to understand the situation in detail…”
The Wordless Book glanced at the General and then at Golden Toad, saying calmly, “A newly born urban legend.”
Golden Toad, “……” Wait, how could there be so many newly born urban legends popping up like bamboo shoots after the rain? Are we not allowed to live?
Just as he pondered this, the big door of the conference room was pushed open again, and Zhang Hainan, dressed in black, walked briskly in and took a seat at the head of the table.
His gaze swept over the General and the Wordless Book, lingering slightly on Golden Toad before speaking, “Is everyone here? Then let’s start the meeting.”
Looking at Zhang Hainan, who appeared serious with wide-open eyes, Golden Toad’s heart sank.
Whenever Zhang Hainan appeared in public settings for the Siye Association, he usually looked half-closed, and over time, a saying circulated within the Siye Association: “When the Black Emperor opens his eyes, something big is happening.”
This situation seemed serious; even the Black Emperor has opened his eyes!
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11:21 AM.
After a discussion, Zhang Hainan and the General, the Wordless Book, and Golden Toad finally finalized the action plan for the urban legend codenamed “F.”
The General was responsible for contacting those grassroots spiritual organizations, while Golden Toad would return to the Siye Association’s God of Wealth to manage operational aspects in the financial center along with colleagues.
What surprised Zhang Hainan was that besides handling coordination work as usual, the Wordless Book had taken the initiative to volunteer for the task of contacting the Tulip Society.
Notably, when Zhang Hainan mentioned the urban legend referred to as “Pink Fluffy Rabbit” in the intel he possessed, all four almost uniformly rejected that moniker.
After all, defeating Pink Fluffy Rabbit would yield no sense of accomplishment, while failing against it would be an indelible embarrassment.
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11:47 AM.
On an old, sparsely populated street outside Shizhou City.
Three disciples of Dachunyang Palace dressed in casual clothes sat inside a black SUV.
With the windows tightly closed, their gazes fell upon the old building across the street.
Suddenly, one disciple’s mourning Gray Owl Badge vibrated, and a voice surprisingly came from the badge after he lightly stroked it with his fingertip.
“Hello, I am Hu Chuan, also known as the Ancient River. Would you like to hear the screams of your companion?”
As soon as he spoke, a heart-wrenching scream echoed inside the vehicle, causing the faces of the three inside to turn pale.
