Chapter 772 - 364: This Is Killing Me

Chapter 772: Chapter 364: This Is Killing Me

Li Xin looked at Old Fang, who had a serious expression, and sighed helplessly.

"Go ahead, I’ve saved up a bit recently," Li Xin nodded and said.

"10 Gold."

"What?" Li Xin’s eyes widened, "Why don’t you just rob me!"

"Young master, this is really a friendly price; any less would break the rules," Old Fang said, sipping his tea with an air of mysticism, "Young master, think about it, are you an ordinary person?"

"1 Gold, do you think I don’t know the market rate!"

"You’re joking; this is the power of a Deity, honestly, besides me, I fear no one knows the solution. 9 Gold." Old Fang said, quite confidently.

"Given our friendship, 2 Gold, no more!"

"Deal!" Old Fang nodded briskly, "Pay up."

Li Xin looked at Old Fang, feeling duped; the Life Master’s Great Angel... though old, still had skills.

"You better not trick me, or I won’t let it go."

"Young Master Xin! We’re as close as brothers; basic trust between people, pay first." Old Fang stretched out his right hand.

Li Xin reluctantly took out two gleaming Gold Lira and solemnly placed them in Old Fang’s hand, "This is half my fortune."

"Wish Book." The Gold Coins disappeared from Old Fang’s hand in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

"The Wish Book, use it to make a wish; you can easily remove this curse."

Li Xin turned dark-faced upon hearing this, "You... Old Fang, if I could get the Wish Book, would this even concern me? Don’t push me to bully the weak!"

Old Fang spread his right hand, "Young Master Xin, I’m telling the truth; anyone who removes this type of divine power will be sensed by the Bloodthirsty Monarch, which means conflict. Think about it, the Karmic Force involved is vast, using a Divine Artifact left by the Supreme God to resolve it is safest; if not, requesting one of the seven sub-deities can also work. Find whoever is available."

Li Xin felt he’d been swindled; fortune tellers indeed have no good ones. Under current circumstances, those Gold Lira are unlikely to be taken back.

Seeing Li Xin’s face full of resentment, Old Fang slowly drank his tea, "Given how you’ve looked after my business, I can answer a few simple questions for you."

"Free of charge?"

"Listen to yourself; talking money hurts feelings given our relationship," Old Fang said incredulously, angrily.

"What’s the deal with the former Chief Red-robed Archbishop?" Li Xin asked.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Being one of Dragon Capital’s two Great Angels on the Life Master path, if you two aren’t acquainted, I’d eat the table," Li Xin said.

"Alas, we were under the same master, essentially fellow disciples, but he believed the Moon God could save Li Long, and I believed only oneself can save oneself, so we went separate ways," Old Fang said.

"He prophesized Dragon Capital’s destruction; why was he silenced?" Li Xin asked the long-held question, "Was it the Pope who acted?"

"Who acted isn’t important, but it did go against the Pope’s wishes and feared he’d impede the plan. However, Old Cai isn’t stupid; though his physical form was destroyed, his soul escaped and survived, attaching to the dying Tang Gao, intending to hide until fully grown, but you all completed his soul, forcing an early awakening and now unwillingly acting against the Night Patrol. He should be hiding now," Old Fang said.

Li Xin’s eyes widened, Tang Gao? Former Chief Red-robed Archbishop?

"Did the Pope betray the Moon God?"

"It’s not simple to say; you know the purpose of the Divine Favored, which dictates their love-hate relationship, and the sub-deities complicate matters further."

Li Xin roughly understood; the decline in Moon God belief in recent years might well be Saint Ewaris’s own desire, sometimes strengthening belief, sometimes weakening it; perhaps due to some need, akin to the Earth Pope, just different methods or faced issues. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

"Did you battle with the Song of Hell?" Li Xin noticed Old Fang’s left arm upon entering.

Old Fang smiled and briefly talked about the Song of Hell’s plan to explode the Celestial Pool and trigger volcanic eruptions.

"Will they pull the same trick again?" Li Xin asked worriedly.

Old Fang shook his head, "For the Hidden Cultivators, destruction isn’t the goal; the goal is to gain power, and now the prerequisite for power has vanished."

"Since it’s exploded, why was there no incident? I heard people outside saw a deluge coming, but then it vanished like an illusion; others said they didn’t see anything. What’s going on, did you act?" Li Xin asked.

"Not sure exactly, the Hidden World is full of experts; I’m nothing compared to Young Master Xin," Old Fang chuckled, dodging the question, covering divine secrets, not coincidentally, something Life Masters excel at too.

Li Xin watched Old Fang brushing things off, knowing he didn’t want to talk about it.

"Old Cai is really something; intended to loaf around until dying, but ended up being provided materials by you all and having his soul fully restored early by the Night Patrol, forced to act decades ahead of schedule, fortunately, else I’d be crawling right now," Old Fang laughed.

"No wonder every time I tried to ask about the former Chief at Shadow Owl, I’d forget moments later, is it his power?"

"Yes, it’s an aspect unique to the Life Master path, capable of shielding a being’s fragrance and information, causing forgetfulness, especially for those seeking clues, who won’t think much. Generally, Deities also possess such power, yet can’t fully affect you, which is odd," Old Fang evaluated Li Xin, "Normally, only those on the Life Master path at a certain level or higher could resist this screening, yet you seem to be neither."

"I don’t know which path I truly belong to," Li Xin said with a wry smile, "Could it mean I have potential to become a Life Master?"

Old Fang chuckled, "It’s simple; the core of the Life Master path is fate’s threads, very special; only those who can flexibly wield Spiritual Ability are suitable—this is the basic test for entering the path."

As he spoke, a golden thread akin to steel wire appeared from Old Fang’s fingers, "Step one is mastering Spiritual Ability’s flexibility and softness. Meng Po likes knitting, right? That’s one Life Master training method, like weaving a web, gradually making Spiritual Ability controllable like threads, then strengthening them till they can sever anything. Our abilities revolve around this; this is traditional Life Mastery; some Evil Cultivators can also use fate’s threads to control people or animals."

"Puppet Master?"

"Not quite, Puppet Masters control bodies; we control souls, more advanced," Old Fang said proudly, as the golden thread coiled around his fingertip.

If Meng Po saw it, she’d surely be amazed; this is the ultimate pursuit for Life Masters, unlike her delicate and translucent ones.

"I can do that, just not as refined," Li Xin said as he flicked his fingers, revealing a Spiritual Lock Chain as thick as a rope, deftly wrapped around his hands, "Mine’s thick but sturdy, very useful for tying things... Hey, Old Fang, hey, hey..."

Old Fang, holding his teacup, looked at Li Xin’s robust Spiritual Rope as if petrified.

"Old Fang, how’s my talent? It’s flexible, just too chunky; how do you make yours so fine?"

Old Fang swallowed, "Young Master Xin, how long have you been doing this?"

"For a long time, is there a problem?" Li Xin looked at Old Fang.

Old Fang opened his mouth but felt a strong sense of suffocation, an unforeseeable terror at that moment, "Cough, cough, your Spiritual Ability manipulation is excellent but too robust; don’t toy with ropes like this, it’s unlike our refined Life Master path—this is my first time encountering such a situation."

"I feel my control is good, so I’ve always used it as a rope; it never breaks. So far, nobody’s been able to snap it; it doesn’t seem to be a problem even at the Great Angel level," Li Xin said.

Old Fang licked his lips; despite drinking plenty of tea, his mouth was dry; this visit to Dragon Capital, he seemed to have seen things he shouldn’t have, knowingly or unknowingly. It’s truly life-threatening.