Chapter 825 - 42: The Strong and the Weak

Chapter 825: Chapter 42: The Strong and the Weak

Wang Zhigao’s face was as black as a piece of coal, and his stubbornness flared up.

"Everyone must meet their standards for today. If you don’t, don’t eat, don’t sleep, train until you drop!"

Li Xin clicked his tongue, just about to leave, when suddenly Yin Yang’s voice came to his ears.

"Li, where are you sneaking off to? Trying to escape, are you?" Fang Chi stood with hands on hips, glaring at Li Xin.

"Young Sect Master, I’m going out to find a paying job, I also want to contribute something to the sect," Li Xin said.

Fang Chi approached, looking into Li Xin’s eyes, trying to find traces of lies, "Hmph, you better be. I’m not as easy to fool as my sister. My eyes are like scales; try to escape, and I’ll break your legs!"

"How could I, Young Sect Master? Everyone else is training, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Fang Chi puffed up, "Of course, it’s because I’ve already completed today’s training tasks. Geniuses are different from others."

"Young Sect Master, with your extraordinary talent and unparalleled elegance, you will surely lead us to rise!"

"Haha, newcomers sure know how to talk... but flattery won’t get you far. Tell me, where did you go to earn money, how much did you make? Do you think it’s so easy to fool me? Without results, it’s all nonsense!" Fang Chi laughed and then suddenly changed his tone.

Li Xin hurriedly took out the money pouch that hadn’t even warmed up, "Just earned it."

"You? Where did you earn it?"

"Gan Jiu introduced me to Jiuxiao Building."

Fang Chi took the pouch, not really paying attention at first, then noticed something was off. Opening it, he found it filled with glimmering Lira. He paused and naturally tucked the pouch into his chest. Instantly, his face lit with a smile, mixed with inexplicable sympathy.

"Li Xin, from the first time I saw you, I knew you were the grateful type. Keep working hard, and I promise you’ll become an Inner Sect Disciple of the Martial Heart Sect. It’s not impossible to become my right-hand man."

"Thank you, Young Sect Master, for your guidance. I will work hard."

"Hmm, keep at it. As for cleaning, sometimes it can be temporarily put aside. Let Fat Gan and Idiot Zhu do it, slim them down a bit. After all, it’s for the sect." Fang Chi said with a chuckle, patting the bulge in his chest. "Ahem, let me ask you something small. I heard Jiuxiao Building is particularly bustling and lively, is it exciting inside?"

"Ah, hasn’t the Young Sect Master been there before?"

"Hmph, I’ve been focusing on cultivation, where would I find time for such places!" Fang Chi said through gritted teeth. His sister forbade it, he’d never been to such an exciting place.

"That’s true, it’s indeed a place of luxury, filled with decadent sounds. Jiuxiao Building has many seductive women, very adept at emptying pockets. I have to run as soon as I get my money." Li Xin remarked wistfully. If he weren’t in debt, he surely would have had the desire to spend frivolously.

Listening to songs, squandering gold, a great joy in life.

"Very good, women are bottomless pits. Treat it as a test of willpower. This is our secret, don’t tell others, go on, keep working hard. I have faith in you." Fang Chi walked away, feeling pleased. Life was worth living with pocket money.

The training for the Inner Sect Disciples wasn’t over yet; they might practice all night. Li Xin went down the mountain back to the Outer Sect’s grounds. Once in his room, he pulled out the Spirit Stone.

In the dim light, the Spirit Stone emitted a very gentle and crystalline warm white glow, feeling silky to the touch, like caressing the skin of a young maiden, smooth and pleasing.

Two surges of power lingered within Li Xin’s body now, one from the Bloodthirsty Monarch and one from the creator. In fact, in his current state, he could entirely eliminate them. These remnants were left intentionally.

He could extract the quick healing flesh ability from the Bloodthirsty Monarch, which was quite practical. The creator’s power was quite peculiar, he couldn’t extract it with his dice despite many attempts, all failures.

This situation was extremely rare. Normally, the more powerful the force, the higher the failure rate of extraction, and indeed, yet continuous failure seemed strange.

The creator, the second seat of the Song of Hell, nicknamed Great Angel, likely had abilities related to creation and replication. He created the Hex Core that damaged the Golden Tree. Li Xin had confirmed with his senior sister that even with Dragon Capital’s technology and blueprints, replicating it was very difficult, yet the creator made many. Clearly, it wasn’t a technological issue but rather related to ability.

Creation ability.

But why couldn’t he extract it?

Intertwined within his Spiritual Ability, a strand of red line, a strand of gray line; the gray line was the creator’s power. What exactly was this guy?

On the vast ocean.

On a rare sunny day, with bright sunshine, Dalivin’s head was turned away from the sea; his neck was broken like noodles, leaving only some muscles tenuously connected. His body lay beside him, already dissected.

Such days had continued for a long time.

The creator, hands covered in blood, seemed intoxicated, forming seals with his hands. Healing Light enveloped Dalivin, healing his flesh visibly, "Your physical body is quite ordinary, but your soul is exceptional, unimaginable quality. Just the nurturing of the Mother of Dragons wouldn’t achieve this level, showing you’ve encountered different people, haha, a pleasant surprise."

Dalivin’s eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, watching his body being ravaged, numb with pain, "Kill me..."

The creator’s mist-covered face laughed, "Isn’t it unwilling, seems unfair, it’s normal to feel that way. From the moment deities are born, a standard is set: with power, you can do whatever you want."

Dalivin wanted to die, but he simply couldn’t. Once caught by the creator, death was a luxury.

"I’ll do whatever you want, just give me a quick end."

"No, no, I need you alive. You’re such a good specimen. I’ll renew you completely, like my other works. You didn’t think a Mask Maker was what I wanted, did you?" The creator droned on, his voice turning slightly soft, as if chatting with an old friend, and he removed another of Dalivin’s ribs, grinding it down.

"As long as I live, I’ll stop at nothing to kill you!" Dalivin growled lowly.

"It seems this time has changed you a lot, but this won’t work. Such hatred is far from enough." The creator’s voice carried strong dissatisfaction, "My dear child, you need to awaken, don’t have a victim mentality. In this world, there are no victims, only the strong and the weak. You must either be strong or be weak, and I will make you strong. The first step to becoming strong is to change your mindset; everything in this world serves you, life or death, as you wish."

The creator’s voice was devilishly alluring, "Remember what you’ve been through, return it to the world in the future."

The cabin echoed with Dalivin’s most painful wailing, "I beg you, kill me, kill me."

"Be good, hang in there, it’s not enough, not enough yet. I will let you experience the ultimate pain that a myriad of life forms can endure. This process will be incredibly wondrous, don’t disappoint me, hahahahaha."