Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 146 Reunion with Xue Linfeng, a Shocking Secret!

Divine Netherworld Artifacts!
This secret method needs no further explanation; its name alone reveals its secrets.

This secret technique was developed by a born deity. It involves modifying ordinary funerary objects, which are paper offerings, to create funerary objects that also possess some spirituality.

Li Qiye's lips twitched. This was actually a secret technique created by the White Tiger, one of the Four Celestial Spirits, which made him feel somewhat unreal.

You should know that the White Tiger is the master of killing and is also known as the God of War, yet it has such a secret technique.

"This is indeed a good secret technique, but it possesses a certain degree of spirituality, which is sufficient for everyday use."

Li Qiye was thinking that he could make some funerary objects to serve as servants in the palace, or he could make some special funerary objects to guard the palace gates.

This will maximize the security level of the Seven Nights Prince's Mansion.

Li Qiye slowly opened his eyes, a smile flashing in them. The rewards for this round of "playing dumb" were quite good.

And as he expected, it was closely related to his experiences; it was a reward, and each one was inseparable from his experiences in the world of the God's Tomb.

The Divine Artifacts, Ghostly Eye Techniques, and the Traceless Sword Realm need no further explanation.

Li Qiye even suspected that the funerary artifacts in the divine tomb might have come from the hands of the White Tiger, one of the Four Heavenly Spirits.

The Ghostly Eye Technique is related to his mother, and the Traceless Sword Realm is naturally related to Sword Traceless.

As for the Samsara True Intent Fist, it is quite unique, but it is likely related to the Samsara created by the Lord of the Forbidden Zone of Life.

In short, Li Qiye gained a lot from this trip to the secret realm.

Besides these rewards for slacking off, Li Qiye also gained other benefits.

For example, one of his biggest gains was a golden gourd given to him by Dan Chenzi, a disciple of Danxian. This was a true treasure, not a funerary object.

No matter what you put in, it can nurture spirituality.

In short, this golden gourd possesses some creative and life-giving abilities.

"Brother Qiye."

Just then, Li Yueyao suddenly spoke up, without any attempt to hide it from Wei Ling Shuang, saying, "Jian Wuhen asked me to give you something, saying that you will understand after you see it."

"Have you ever seen Jian Wuhen?"

Li Qiye asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Li Yueyao nodded and said, "That's right. When the Snow Moon Saintess and I saw his bones, he still had a sliver of remaining will..."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Li Qiye's eyes.

In other words, Jian Wuhen knew he would perish.

He must have known before that that he was not from this world.

"When his spirituality was about to disappear, was he still Jian Wuhen? Or rather, at that moment, did he awaken some memories?"

Thinking of this, Li Qiye shook his head and asked, "What is it?"

"This is it."

A flash of light appeared in Li Yueyao's hand as she took out a small section of finger bone that looked like white jade. She frowned and said, "He didn't say anything else. His lingering spirit disappeared. He only asked me to give this to you."

"Brother Qiye, you must be careful, after all, Entanglement is not him in the true sense."

"I know."

Li Qiye nodded.

Then a golden light appeared in one of his eyes, while the other eye shone with a light like sunlight, subtly revealing itself as it stared at the severed finger bone.

There was no change in his gaze, except that there was sword intent swirling around his finger bones, which must have been left by Jian Wuhen.

After roughly confirming that there was nothing wrong with the object, the shepherd reached out and slowly took the half finger bone.

Suddenly, Jian Wuhen's smiling voice rang in his mind:
"Brother Li, how have you been?"

"Haha, for you, the long years are but a fleeting glimpse, not really that long." "It's just a pity that I couldn't see you and Phoenix Rainbow get married, what a great regret in life!"

"The essence of the Sword Realm of No Trace is contained within this. I urge Brother Li to comprehend it for himself."

Suddenly, the voice became distant and ethereal, no longer resembling Jian Wuhen's voice; it was filled with calmness and indifference.

"Please take a look at the true face of this world!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qiye's world changed dramatically. He suddenly realized that he was standing outside the Qinglian Academy's Scripture Pavilion.

Sitting next to him was a man whose presence was barely perceptible; he was none other than Xue Linfeng, the administrator of the Sutra Repository!

"Xue Linfeng?!"

Li Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was absolutely certain that Jian Wuhen's spirit had most likely awakened memories of his past life at the last moment.

Only a being at the true level of a god could accomplish these incredible feats and recreate everything that happened that day with just a wisp of remnant will.

More importantly, Jian Wuhen could never have met Xue Linfeng, the administrator of the Scripture Pavilion; such methods were beyond Li Qiye's comprehension.

These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Li Qiye collected all his thoughts and looked at Xue Linfeng in front of him.

At this moment, Xue Linfeng seemed to see something unbelievable. His pupils, which were gradually dilating, stared intently at the sky, and blood flowed from one of his fingers as he painstakingly traced lines on it.

"Is this the origin of the word 'death'?"

Li Qiye watched all of this intently, his gaze shifting slightly as he murmured to himself.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had discovered something, and his expression suddenly changed in surprise.

He realized that Xue Linfeng didn't seem to be writing the word 'death'.

The initial strokes are completely wrong. Where did the grass radical come from in the character for "death"?

Xue Linfeng's initial stroke was clearly a grass radical.

Xue Linfeng's pupils became increasingly dilated, but his fingers continued to write unconsciously on the paper.

Below the grass radical is the character for "death".

However, it seemed he hadn't finished writing yet; his fingers began to tremble slightly.

He wanted to continue writing, but ultimately he was too weak; his hand went limp on the ground, and he could no longer move.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his consciousness faded into darkness.

"I see……"

With his last remaining strength, he clenched his fist.

During this process, Li Qiye clearly saw that the grass radical on the character 'death' disappeared silently, as if it had been erased by some special force.

Xue Linfeng's presence also completely disappeared.

"It turns out he was going to write the character '葬' (zàng, meaning burial)!"

The text written by Xue Linfeng was the Chinese script he was most familiar with from his previous life on Earth.

At this moment, Li Qiye could not think of many things related to this, the first thing that came to mind was the word 'burial'.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes shimmering with a bright light.

Netherworld Divine Eye Technique!
Before his eyes, it seemed as if layers of mist were dissipating.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and all he could see in his vision was a clear sky, now filled with ghost money falling down like rain.

"This……"

(End of this chapter)