Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

Chapter 1807: Carry the burden~ Sending me to death

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

After the destructive energy was smashed apart, there was a kind of ‘contract’ that appeared to dissolve on Loose Immortal Xiaoyao’s body. It looked like his relationship with the Throne of Wealth Distribution had been severed.

“This is the Divine Strike, the final magical technique I’ll be teaching you,” Loose Immortal Xiaoyao explained. “By drawing the energy of the treasures on the eighth and ninth floor and using it to supply this magical technique, the might of this technique can, potentially, be boundless. It only comes with the limitation of how many treasures you’re able to integrate, and how much your body can handle. By relying on this technique, you will be able to wield enough power to destroy a world when you’re a Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender. By using the treasures in these two floors, I was able to easily dish out such a terrifying attack.”

Once he finished speaking, Loose Immortal Xiaoyao looked at Song Shuhang with a look of admiration.

This Profound Sage Tyrannical Song has several powerful body-tempering techniques on him, the obvious ones being the ❮Scholarly Indestructible Body of the Buddha❯ and the ❮Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique❯ which are both top-tier body-tempering techniques. When he ascends to the Ninth Stage, his physique will probably be several times stronger than that of ordinary Tribulation Transcenders.

With a strong physique, one will be able to handle much more energy. This guy is truly well-suited to learn and practice the Divine Strike.

Song Shuhang’s mouth went agape.

All the treasures on the eighth and ninth floor were gone. It was like seeing the rich and wealthy who had hundreds of millions of dollars burn them all in a single breath.

Even if he knew that those treasures were not his, when someone was poor to a certain extent like he was, they would feel their heart ache when seeing such a scene.

What do you mean Divine Strike?

This is clearly a Pay-To-Win Strike!

The more money you have, the greater the power.

Poor people had no need for such magical techniques—they simply wouldn’t be able to use it even if they did learn it. It wouldn’t take a lot of uses before they went bankrupt.

He had his Inner World to support, several disciples to nurture, and he still owed a huge debt—the kind that was something he very possibly wouldn’t be able to repay for the rest of his life.

At this time, how could he be qualified to use this magical technique?

He definitely couldn’t use such a technique.

Loose Immortal Xiaoyao cupped his fists towards Song Shuhang. “Now then, Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, may we meet again if fate permits it.”

The blond hair on his head returned to black, and the wings of light at his back disappeared.

“Senior, I have one last question,” Song Shuhang asked loudly. “The Wealth Distribution, it’s just an interest of yours, right?”

“It’s not just an interest. It’s also a part of the bet.” Loose Immortal Xiaoyao laughed, and then he opened up a spatial gate in the air with a flick of his finger. “The Wealth Distribution is a part of the bet with that senior. It just so happened that I’m very fond of doing such things.”

After saying that, Loose Immortal Xiaoyao recited pompous verses in the language of the ancient era, and then stepped into the spatial gate—money was merely a worldly possession, especially after ascending to the Ninth Stage when the need for materials greatly decreased. Next, if he wanted to go further, he had to step out onto his own path.

From this moment on, I am truly worthy of the name Xiaoyao, free and unconstrained. He laughed and disappeared.

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“That is to say… If I were to also win treasures from that senior, I would later have to perform Wealth Distributions like Senior Xiaoyao?” Song Shuhang looked up at the sky.

When Loose Immortal Xiaoyao left, Song Shuhang sensed that the surveillance attached to that ‘destructive force’ also dissipated.

The entire Throne of Wealth Distribution had been restored to an ordinary separate space, no longer being under surveillance.

At the same time, the token in Song Shuhang’s palm exuded a warm energy.

“Bazabaza~ Hey!” Behind him, Fairy Creation ended her piece loudly.

“Six six six six~ Six!” With that, the Holy Ape Choir sang the last beat.

The virtuous lamia continued playing the zither, finally playing one last beautiful string of notes before ending the performance of the ‘Tyrannical Song Ensemble’.

The token in Song Shuhang’s hand slowly lit up, and a string of ancient characters popped out of it.

This was what Loose Immortal Xiaoyao was referring to when he mentioned the ‘contractual’ ceremony.

Song Shuhang turned his head, and asked, “Fairy Waiting for a Promise, is this contract alright?”

Before signing a contract, regardless of whether the other party was reliable or not, understanding the contract was a form of respect for both parties.

Moreover… The most unpredictable thing in this world was the human heart.

In order to be responsible to oneself, to all the seniors attached to oneself, and to all those who were related to oneself, necessary caution was absolutely indispensable.

Song Shuhang would study the language of the ancient era whenever he was free, but, after all, the time he’d been studying was still too short. He could master simple phrases in the language of the ancient era, but when they were combined, he would find himself at a loss.

The virtuous lamia rushed up, and read the contents of the contract rune from beginning to end. After doing so, she nodded at him.

“Then, let’s establish the contract.” Song Shuhang reached out and grabbed the token and the rune.

At this moment, the virtuous lamia suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Song Shuhang asked, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the contract?”

The virtuous lamia shook her head, and then she sang with a tragic expression, “You carry the burden~ Sending me to death. For all beings~ The sacrifice is worth it~”

“???” Song Shuhang.

The virtuous lamia stretched out her own hand, gripping the token and rune tightly.

Loose Immortal Xiaoyao said that the bets with this mysterious senior were the grand prize, and that the other party would lose 10 out of 10 bets, making it no different from the other party sending him money.

…But what if that was not the case?

What if the other party was simply interested in Loose Immortal Xiaoyao, so they deliberately lost to him?

If the bets with the big shot involved a life-or-death bet, it would be very dangerous for Song Shuhang to directly take the ‘bet’.

She was his light of virtue; as long as he was fine, she would be fine.

Song Shuhang immediately understood what the fairy meant.

“Thank you, Fairy,” he said. Sometimes, he would unexpectedly feel moved by the virtuous lamia.

The contract was established.

However, there was now the virtuous lamia who acted as a buffer between Song Shuhang and the mysterious senior.

With the formation of the contract, there was an additional connection between the virtuous lamia and the Throne of Wealth Distribution. This connection was linked to Song Shuhang through the virtuous lamia.

The Throne of Wealth Distribution started to vanish.

From the outside, the whirlpool returned to its previous state and then disappeared.

And Song Shuhang and the others who were still in the Throne of Wealth Distribution saw a door appear above the ninth floor.

It was a very ordinary wooden door, lacking any decoration, and not even having the slightest runes or carvings.

“Let’s go.” Song Shuhang got up, and walked to the ninth floor.

Behind this door should be where the mysterious senior who liked to make bets with others, but lost repeatedly, resided.

The wooden door was gently pushed open by Song Shuhang.

A ray of sunlight shone over, and fell on his face.

Behind the door was a lush green and warm world.

What filled Song Shuhang’s eyes was a well-tended green garden basking in the warm sunshine.

In the garden, a boy could be seen carefully caring for a spirit plant.

After sensing that the door had been opened, the boy slowly turned around, and looked at Song Shuhang with a smile. “You’re here.”

It was like a greeting from a good friend, lacking any feeling of awkwardness.

Although he looked like a boy, no one who saw him would regard him as a ‘youth’. While the years did not leave any traces on his appearance, his temperament was one that gave away that he was someone who had lived many, many years.

The boy’s eyes were beautiful, looking just like that ‘eye’ that had condensed above the wings of light when Loose Immortal Xiaoyao had performed the Divine Strike.

On the boy’s forehead, there was a third eye.

Not only that; there were also two eye-shaped gems that hung on the boy’s ears as earrings.

Besides that, he also had a ring with an eye-shaped gemstone on his finger.

This senior seems to like eye-shaped gems quite a bit, huh?