fifth form

Chapter 3693 Investigating the Investiture of the Gods

Whether in the real world or the Three Realms, what Zhang Xuezhou needs to do has become clear, and he is currently pushing for its completion.

"This is no good treasure to possess!"

The Investiture of the Gods was a crucial tool for Zhang Xuezhou to bring the story to a close in the Three Realms.

Half a month later, he was somewhat surprised to encounter two related parties.

One was Liu Xuan, also known as Ying Fusu, who wanted to follow Zhang Xuezhou to witness the battle for the title of sage.

Liu Xuan's skill in leaping and bounding was mediocre; he was good at jumping and leaping, but his long-distance leaping and bounding was undoubtedly lacking in many ways.

Rong Tianding, who was quite good at leaping, never managed to catch up with Zhang Xuezhou in his entire life. He finally managed to get a little closer, but Zhang Xuezhou would leave him behind in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xuan didn't expect to be able to keep up with Zhang Xuezhou. He hoped that Zhang Xuezhou would bring a normal treasure, and then he would choose to possess the treasure and follow it for a long time.

After spending so much time together, Liu Xuan realized that Zhang Xuezhou genuinely disliked using treasures.

Many cultivators wished they could cover themselves with magical treasures from head to toe, but Zhang Xuezhou had nothing at all.

If it weren't for the need for some portable space, Liu Xuan thought Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't even carry storage bags or other items to store treasures.

Liu Xuan can possess swords, staffs, and functional magical artifacts, but he really can't possess a small Qiankun bag.

Spatial artifacts are not afraid of inanimate objects, but they are difficult to hide living things in, and he was no exception.

After repeated inquiries, Liu Xuan set his sights on the Investiture of the Gods. This treasure was not only suitable for containing him, but Liu Xuan also felt very comfortable in it.

Whenever Zhang Xuezhou travels with the Investiture of the Gods, he can follow him.

"This treasure is called the Investiture of the Gods. You should know that it can easily obliterate a person's soul!"

Once Zhang Xuezhou explained the name of the treasure and its function, Liu Xuancai looked shocked and gave up.

Zhang Xuezhou brought back a great treasure, but this treasure greatly restricted him.

If Zhang Xuezhou were proficient in using this magical artifact, it would be fine, but he has absolutely no related abilities. Perhaps if he touches, fiddles with, or uses it carelessly at any time, it could cause an accident that could lead to Liu Xuan's soul dissipating.

"I've told him several times, but he won't listen to my advice at all. Only the words of an expert can work!"

Another related party was Huo Qubing.

Since pushing Huo Qubing into the realm of self-centeredness, Huo Qubing has been withdrawn for a long time. The mental fragments stimulated by the sacrifice also left residual effects on Huo Qubing, causing him to talk nonsense from time to time.

Huo Qubing had consulted the imperial physicians, Zheng Wukong and others, and even Liu Xuan, but none of them could cure his illness. His main purpose in coming to the mansion was to seek treatment for himself.

When Huo Qubing came into contact with the Investiture of the Gods, he heard many discordant voices. He once thought he had fallen ill again, until he repeatedly came into contact with it and determined that the problem was with the treasure.

"There are hundreds of people locked up here. If you mess around, you could easily end up locking yourself up too!"

Huo Qubing flattered him and then pointed out that hundreds of people were imprisoned in the Investiture of the Gods.

This amazed Zhang Xuezhou. When the Duty Officer and others activated the Investiture of the Gods text, they could still vaguely see the golden characters. But after they received the treasure, the Investiture of the Gods was no different from a normal canvas.

Liu Xuan misjudged the magic weapon in the Investiture of the Gods, and Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that Huo Qubing could make a judgment without knowing the truth.

But as soon as he thought about Huo Qubing's ability to draw demons, he couldn't help but understand that Huo Qubing's knowledge was not just baseless speculation.

"You said there are several hundred people locked up here. What are they doing?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Most people are insane, unable to live, unable to die," Huo Qubing said.

“It seems there are still a small number of normal ones,” Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile.

"It was just one who cried and screamed 'Senior Brother,'" Huo Qubing said. "I listened to him all day yesterday, and he called out 'Senior Brother' two thousand seven hundred and thirty-six times!"

“If he repeats this so many times, he’ll go crazy,” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"He's not crazy," Huo Qubing shook his head repeatedly. "I asked, 'Is your senior brother still alive?' He said, 'Old man Zhunti, old man Jieyin, I'll never let you off the hook in this lifetime!' His speech was a bit incoherent, but not to the point of being unable to communicate!"

"Zhunti and Jieyin?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise. There should be some cultivators who died in the Investiture of the Gods and held grudges against the Western religious leaders, but there shouldn't be many cultivators involved with 'senior brothers'.

"Did you ask him his name?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I asked him, and he replied, 'You scoundrels, I swear I'll never forgive you!' He probably mistook me for someone else!"

Huo Qubing shrugged, indicating that his communication skills were limited and that he had failed to communicate properly, resulting in poor communication and the other party ignoring him afterward.

"Interesting. Let me see how you communicate with him?"

Zhang Xuezhou had many things to do; he needed to take the Investiture of the Gods and travel to Xiniu Hezhou again to seek Laozi's method of purification.

Recently, Zhang Xuezhou was extremely wary of Donghua, fearing that Donghua would take advantage of his time travel to get rid of him, or that Donghua would eliminate him after unifying the forces of the three realms. This made Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly try to defeat Donghua.

But after entering the realm of true self, Zhang Xuezhou let go of many worries.

On one hand, he has become stronger, and on the other hand, the mallard can take over his body to fly. When encountering danger, he can no longer only passively endure it. He can drive his body, which is at the True Self Realm level, to fly for half a month without any problem.

This led Zhang Xuezhou to pay less attention to Donghua, and he even planned to use the same methods he originally used against Donghua on Demon Lord Huyu, which also had a high probability of avoiding the conflict between Houtu and Hongjun.

Everything related to the Investiture of the Gods was undoubtedly Zhang Xuezhou's top priority. Whether it was going to Xiniu Hezhou to find Laozi's magic body or communicating with the divine souls within the Investiture of the Gods, Zhang Xuezhou felt it was extremely important.

"He's ignoring me now," Huo Qubing said.

“Tell him that ‘Yang Jian is helping to find the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus Root. As long as he cooperates, he can seek revenge on Zhunti and Jieyin after his body is rebuilt,’” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"So he cooperated?"

Huo Qubing nodded thoughtfully, understanding the core requirement of Zhang Xuezhou's simple sentence.

He even knew that Zhang Xuezhou was aware of the grudges involved, which allowed him to exert control so quickly.

"Master, I have a mental illness, how can I cure it?"

When Zhang Xuezhou took out the Investiture of the Gods, Huo Qubing asked with a smile how to seek medical help. He could do things for Zhang Xuezhou and deal with his own affairs without any conflict, so he directly asked for help.

"Liu Xuan, how do we treat this?" Zhang Xuezhou turned and asked.

“Sacrifices will have residual effects,” Liu Xuan said. “If we had chosen to sacrifice cattle, sheep, or pigs to enhance the power, it would have been fine. These animals wouldn’t have any backlash; at most, they would just be greedy…”

"No wonder I've been eating like this every day for years, I just can't stop my cravings!"

Liu Xuan was repeating the same old argument, mentioning that the effects of the sacrifices could not be dispelled. It was one thing for some low-intelligence livestock, but the effects of the sacrificial monks would last for a long time.

Cases like Wei Shao'er's are relatively fortunate. Cases like Huo Qubing's, where sacrifices are used to enhance one's cultivation, are only chosen for revenge and war, and the consequences will be continuous.

In gaining power, a price is always necessary.

In the past, during the Qin Dynasty, Huo Qubing's symptoms were incurable and would even worsen with age.

"It's like having dozens of thorns stuck in your body. You can't see them from the outside, and you can't remove them. No matter how strong you are, those thorns will always be there!"

After being slapped by Wei Shao'er, Liu Xuan shrugged, indicating that he was helpless.

"Is my son going to be finished again?" Wei Shao'er asked.

"It's not over yet. I've been living so well even with my head pried open, so it's no big deal for him to endure a ritual. Besides, I gave Xiao Huo a treatment plan a long time ago!"

"That mental enhancement?"

When Zhang Xuezhou uttered a sentence, Huo Qubing, who had found the early cultivation of the Spirit Enhancement Chapter tedious, immediately looked dejected.

"If you're not afraid of fire, you can find our gatekeeper and learn the 'True Fire Refining the Golden Body by Entangling Dragons and Pillars' from him. If you're looking for speed and aren't afraid of new illnesses, you can learn the 'Heart Sutra' from His Majesty. We have many ways to solve problems, and we have all kinds of choices!"

Zhang Xuezhou himself also relied on these three spiritual cultivation methods to improve his abilities, and he could even withstand the flying knives of Daojun.

He felt that the lingering spiritual influence of Huo Qubing's sacrificial rites was not a major problem; once one's spirit is strong enough, many minor injuries become insignificant.