Chapter 2214 - 1193: Holy Servant

At this moment, Yang Xiao’s exhausted spirit reached its limit, his head tilted, and he completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, when he trembled his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, the dark and eerie environment was gone, replaced by a room filled with sunlight.

"You’re awake." A blurry figure stood in front of him.

It took a full ten seconds for Yang Xiao’s blurred vision to gradually clear up, and he recognized the person standing before him.

It was Elder Sheng, the dean of his sect, and this place... was the secluded house hidden by Elder Sheng, outside was a small courtyard.

Yang Xiao opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and parched, and for a moment, he couldn’t make a sound.

Seeing this, Elder Sheng brought him a glass of water, helped him up, and slowly fed him to drink it.

A moment later, having regained some of his strength, Yang Xiao leaned against the pillow, sitting up with his upper body.

At this moment, his mind was still somewhat chaotic, filled with countless strange and terrifying images.

After putting down the glass, Sheng Yanlin sat by the bed and said slowly with genuine concern, "They brought you here to me the night before last, and you’ve been unconscious for almost two full days."

"I checked your condition, you were affected by a very frightening power, it’s an extremely rare and high-rank Spiritual Grudge Eye."

Sheng Yanlin sighed slowly, his gaze carrying a deep meaning as he looked at Yang Xiao, "I think only that martyr in the Esoteric Sect could have done this."

As his memory gradually recovered, Yang Xiao tried to recount his experiences from that night to Elder Sheng as completely as he could, though he didn’t know what the other party had done to him.

Besides the muddled mind and extreme fatigue, he keenly sensed that he was indeed a bit different from before, but he didn’t know exactly where the change had happened.

His biggest worry now was that the resentful spirit had noticed something or left some kind of mark inside him. If he used the ability of the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, he would be immediately detected, which would put him in danger.

That martyr was no ordinary character, the resentful spirit within him was very powerful, its suppressive force on Yang Xiao was enough to rival the resentful spirit within Jiu Shan Sha Yue’s Demon Sword, and even more sinister.

"Don’t worry now, your body is fine, the people of the Esoteric Sect won’t harm you, I’ve already checked you thoroughly."

With Sheng Yanlin’s promise, Yang Xiao gradually let down his guard. In this territory of the Esoteric Sect, if anyone could be trusted, it was still his own people; his fate was already tightly bound with Elder Sheng.

After listening carefully to Yang Xiao’s account, even a well-informed senior of the martial arts world like Sheng Yanlin couldn’t help but change his expression; he first confirmed Yang Xiao’s suspicion, that martyr was no simple character, he controlled the Esoteric Sect’s spiritual source, the Holy Temple.

The martyrs of the Esoteric Sect are passed down generation after generation; every martyr throughout history has been a person of great fortune. The crucial part of their inheritance is to succeed the previous martyr and gain recognition from the Holy Temple Spirit.

And according to what he knew, some very terrifying events would occur during this process, with severe casualties documented in history.

Now it seems that gaining recognition from the Holy Temple Spirit is an attempt by successors to control the top-level Grudge Eye passed down by the martyrs of the Esoteric Sect. Only those who can truly master this treasure are qualified to be the next martyr.

There is a very frightening resentful spirit within this top-level Grudge Eye.

The so-called recognition largely means the successors must gain the approval of this resentful spirit; those who try to forcibly control it and are ultimately eliminated likely suffered backlash from the Grudge Eye and met a terribly tragic end.

"What you mentioned touching but couldn’t see should be that guy." Sheng Yanlin said in a low voice.

Recalling the scene back then, Yang Xiao still felt lingering fear; he remembered the martyr asked him to hand over the pitch-black human skin.

With a thought, Yang Xiao also summoned the pitch-black human skin, but this time the situation changed, the pitch-black human skin didn’t appear in his hand but completely enveloped his left hand, forming a layer of something like burned black hard scab on it.

This scene was identical to what he saw in the illusion brought by the martyr, in the illusion he used this hand to grab the opponent’s head and sucked that person into a dried corpse.

"Don’t move." Suddenly, Sheng Yanlin seemed to have seen something extraordinary, stopped him, and then reached out to touch his left hand. A few seconds later, Sheng Yanlin’s pupils suddenly narrowed, and he gasped, "What a terrifying ability, it can actually isolate spiritual power erosion."

After hearing Yang Xiao’s recount of that illusion, Sheng Yanlin was filled with emotion, "It truly is a great fortune, that resentful spirit helped you completely control this Grudge Eye, saying this ability is developed to the extreme is no exaggeration."

"So... everything I saw in the illusion was real?" Yang Xiao looked at his pitch-black left hand, slowly clenched and then opened his fist, flexing his five fingers, manipulating it freely, without any strange feeling.

"Of course it’s real, it seems you have a fierce battle ahead in your future." Sheng Yanlin spoke with worry in his tone, "Think carefully, do you remember anything else from the illusion, were there any landmark buildings nearby, or can you still remember the face of the person you sucked... um... killed?"

"I don’t remember." Yang Xiao shook his head; he only remembered a patch of strange dark yellow arc of light in the illusion, that light obscured everything, and the face of the enemy he killed also became increasingly blurred.

The pitch-black human skin previously had the ability to transfer damage, but it required a huge amount of time. However, in the illusion, he clearly recalled that he merely grabbed the person’s head and instantly drained them dry, nourishing back to himself.