My exclusive card pool

Chapter 225 The Zhao Family Has Already Decided to Die
Wang Xi sat cross-legged on a futon, with rows of wild cards neatly floating in front of him.

'160 green cards, 43 dark green cards, 22 blue cards, 8 dark blue cards…'

He took stock of it and thought to himself.

This wave of "Mo Jian Zhai" card pool has left Wang Xi completely bewildered.

He then examined each of the cards one by one, categorizing them. In addition to the four categories of books, paintings, swords, and sticks, there were also a dozen or twenty different categories such as clay sculpture, string puppetry, opera, and acrobatics.

Wang Xi also put his previously idle "Five-Colored Spirit Soil Shaping God Technique", "Spirit Offering and Soul Soothing Method", "Twelve Demon-Suppressing Forms", "Sword Swallowing and Knife Concealing Technique", "Silk Pulling Play" and "Mud Forming Soldiers" into it.

He closed his eyes, organized and analyzed the information on these cards, and then categorized them a second time.

This time, Wang Xi singled out some cards that were not suitable for "synthesis". There were over a hundred of them, accounting for about half of the total.

Then, he took out the "finishing touch," the "portrait painting," and the "Mountain Suppressing Staff," and silently issued the instructions:

'Caius, synthesize.'

hum-

Three dark green cards disappeared from my hand and entered the gap in my mind, only to be ejected the next second, followed by a surge of information:
"Insufficient compatibility!"

"Um……"

Wang Xi pondered for a moment, stroking his chin.

This was actually within his expectations.

So, after sorting through the pile of cards he had organized, he took out two stick techniques that contained the principles of painting, namely "Wind Splashing Ink" and "Square and Round Stick," as mediums.

'synthesis.'

Wang Xi issued another order.

With the addition of these two deep green cards, the five orbs of light in the misty gaps of his mind no longer repelled each other, but began to rotate and converge.

hum-

The next moment, a burst of blue light shone brightly.

A brand new blue card was born.

"Ink Mountain Reflection (Skill Card/Blue 1-Star/Upgradeable)"

'very good.'

Wang Xi smiled.

But this is just the beginning.

He then removed the "Blood Orchid Elegy" and "Blood River Sword Technique" from his body and combined them again.

However, these three blue cards popped out of the gap in my mind because they were not compatible enough.

Wang Xi used the same trick again, selecting suitable "primers" from the card pile as a medium and binder to promote the synthesis.

After several failed attempts, he finally found three suitable blue cards—

"Panlong Yun", "Hua Xue Yang Mo Jue" and "Fu Shen Da Fa".

Six blue cards flew into my mind.

at last.

They intertwine and embrace within the cracks, eventually merging into one and radiating a deep blue light.

"Shadow God's Gift: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood" (Skill Card)

"Quality: Dark Blue Two-Star (Rare/Upgradeable)"

"This method was created by Wang Xizhi, the true disciple of Mojianzhai, after breaking through his cultivation realm. He slayed demons and evil spirits, traversed mountains of corpses like peaks, and crossed seas of blood like abysses. He returned to his study and secluded himself for several years to cultivate in seclusion. Using blood and evil spirits as ink and resentful bones as inkstones, he picked up his brush to add a poem at the end of the 'Demon Funeral Post'."

Suddenly the study was plunged into darkness, and a chilling wind howled.

Swords hang on the four walls, trembling as if about to crack; thousands of scrolls of paintings move without wind, proclaiming the completion of divine skills.

It says: Dipping the brush in the Yellow Springs, I write of the dark prison; ten thousand bones become sharp edges, illuminating the mysterious void. With one stroke, I depict the faces of all living beings; the nine heavens bow their heads, riding the shadows within.

"I am a god of shadows, I do not worship immortals or Buddhas."

"On the day this poem was first completed, golden maple leaves fell like rain from the Ink Sword Studio, continuing for three days without ceasing."

"Upon use, you will master this spell, which contains four techniques: Soul Suppression Book, Shadow Cutting Painting, Corpse Mountain Staff, and Blood Sea Sword, possessing boundless power. Each use will consume mana."

"..."

Wang Xi looked at the new card and fell silent.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like the enlightenment work of some great master of demonic cultivation, and...

He turned his head and looked around, then looked out the window.

Inside the room, everything was as usual. Outside, the maple forest was quiet, with no sign of the strange phenomenon of "swords clashing, paintings dancing, and golden maples raining down for three days."

Good guy.

When it comes to making up stories, some online novelists just do it for fun; for real talent, you have to look to Teacher DaKa.

This card combines the essence of calligraphy, painting, swordsmanship, and martial arts, and also contains the "Blood Orchid Elegy" crafted through multiple iterations; it is extremely powerful.

Wang Xi examined the card and saw a disheveled figure in a black robe leaning against a skull mound amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, drinking wine and composing poetry—a rather eerie scene.

"Corpse Mountain Blood Sea Shadow God's Gift" not only inherited the experience points of the old card, directly reaching Deep Blue Two Star, but also appeared with the "Rare" tag that had never been seen before.

Clearly, it surpasses the regular Deep Blue Card in both effect and potential.

Wang Xi was extremely satisfied.

He immediately activated it, and the card disappeared from his hand, emitting a deep blue light that adhered to his body before vanishing.

The "Soul-Suppressing Book" effect is a technique for using magic power, with calligraphy as the medium, which can damage the target's three souls, seven spirits, and primordial spirit.

"Shadow painting" is a technique that uses painting to copy the shape, eyes, and shadow of a subject, preserving its spirit and some of its power.

The "Corpse Mountain Staff" incorporates many staff techniques, but focuses on power and brute force. It simplifies complex techniques and has extremely strong killing power, capable of delivering a decisive blow.

The "Blood Sea Sword" is made by turning blood into ink to condense a cold flying sword for long-range defense.

"Wonderful," Wang Xi exclaimed.

This Blood Sea Flying Sword also inherits the "Mind's Eye Sword" mark, which can be used to parry and build up momentum for a counterattack.

'Hmm...there's a big project coming up next.'

He thought to himself, glancing at the pile of cards beside him.

...

...

For several days.

Wang Xi never left the small courtyard room.

He devoted himself to the "great undertaking of synthesis" day and night. As the saying goes, heaven rewards those who persevere. After putting in a lot of hard work, Wang Xi synthesized the methods of several paths to their peak.

"Dance of Fish and Dragon in Sleeves (Skill Card/Rare/Dark Blue One-Star/Upgradeable)"

Juggling and magic.

It incorporates cards such as "Sword Swallowing and Knife Concealment Technique", "Three Immortals Returning to the Cave Technique", "Displacement and Shifting", "Transformation into a Dragon Trick", "Twelve Demon-Suppressing Forms", and "Going Against the Current".

Even "Heart-Stealing Trick" and "Absolute Biting" were used by Wang Xi as material cards and thrown into the synthesis.

It can deflect an opponent's attack with a flick of its sleeve, hide or move objects out of thin air, summon a magical dragon from a distance to defend against enemies, and move by blinking, making the target unpredictable.

The most gratifying thing is...

Like "Heart-Stealing Trick," "Dragon Dance in the Sleeve" can be combined with "Petrifying Eye," "Forbidden Ink," and "Dragon Breath" to create combo skills.

"Dragon's Breath" can also trigger branding effects such as "Incurable Burn", "Adding Fuel to the Fire", and "Firewood Burner".

It can be described as one link after another.

The uniqueness of Wang Xi's own system is now clearly evident, which is the benefit of a solid foundation.

With this card, he is no longer just the Ice and Fire Monarch or the Blood Sword Cultivator.

He is also a "horror juggler".

"Thousand Machine Heavenly Net Puppet Talisman (Skill Card/Rare/Dark Blue One-Star/Upgradeable)"

The art of string manipulation.

It incorporates cards such as "Eight-Point Thread Technique", "Puppet Show", "Puppet Master's Secret Record", "Shadow Puppetry Secrets", and "Substitute Death Method".

Wang Xi also threw in the "warning line".

It can create invisible threads with magic to control or restrict the movement of targets, and can also use shadow puppets to defend against enemies, and teleport to its own position to absorb damage, etc.

"The 'Dragon and Fish Dance in the Sleeve' and 'Imperial Edict for the Puppet' are more functional; when combined, they provide extremely strong enemy control."

Wang Xi said secretly.

'With the "Swimming Fish Dotting Inkstone" mark, even the most complex battlefield can become a place where dragons soar—how delightful!'

Besides.

There are also deep blue cards such as Clay Sculpture Path, Slaughter Path, Alchemy Path, and Array Path, but they do not have the "rare" label.

He doesn't need it for now, so he'll keep it for later.

As for the acrobatic and puppetry skills required for "Fish and Dragon Dance in Sleeves" and "Imperial Edict for Puppetry", Wang Xi also devised them.

"The Essential Techniques of the Heavenly Pot (Technique Card/Dark Blue One-Star/Upgradeable)" and "The Secret Techniques of the Spiritual Pivot (Technique Card/Dark Blue One-Star/Upgradeable)".

As for the remaining "scraps" of cards, Wang Xi kept a small portion of the valuable ones, about ten blue and dark blue cards, intending to sell them in the main world.

The rest were all thrown to Chaos to be crushed.

I gained a little over 10,000 experience points.

Energy: 26730

Experience: 11560

At this point, Wang Xi checked his own biography and found that there had been new changes—

"Wang Xi (Title: Two-Star/Elite)"

The title is in bronze frame and has two stars.

...

...

The mysterious world, the eternal world.

As dawn broke, the soft morning light filtered through the exquisite window frames, illuminating the floor of the guest room in the Qi family mansion in Fengdeng City.

Wang Xi's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

I awoke from the dream as if from another world.

Several days in the secluded world are equivalent to only one night in the ordinary world.

"Mmm, that feels good..."

He got up, stretched, then pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard.

The air in late autumn was cool and clear, carrying the faint fragrance of a few late-blooming chrysanthemums in the courtyard. Wang Xi walked lightly on the stone path covered with fallen leaves, his mind churning with thoughts.

"According to Confucius, I will no longer need a guide to travel to and from the Immortal Sect. I only need to use my primordial spirit to activate my identity token, the 'Sword Suppressing Seal,' to open the portal and directly access the blessed land of Golden Maple Valley."

Wang Xi stroked the seal at his waist and smiled, "It's much more convenient now."

As he walked, he pondered his plans for the future in the Mystic Realm.

"Complete the 'Demon's Lament'..."

Wang Xi softly recited his master Song Hui's advice.

This is not a simple record, but a means that combines experience, enlightenment, and aspiration, and is related to the path to ascension.

Only by traveling thousands of miles, slaying demons from all directions, and recording all kinds of strange and chaotic events in writing can one accumulate enough "virtuous deeds" and literary fortune.

With this thought in mind, he naturally thought of his cheap female apprentice, Shen Miaowei.

The city of Pinghai, under the jurisdiction of the Northern Alliance government, is rife with demonic influence and chaos, making it an ideal place for enlightenment.

Wang Xi has a clear understanding of his current strength and enough confidence—the trip north is exactly what he wanted.

Just as my thoughts were wandering...

A deliberately light footstep came from behind.

"Son."

A clear female voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible reverence.

Wang Xi turned around, and Liu Xunyan was standing not far away under the hanging flower gate. She was wearing a light green jacket and skirt, her hair was loosely tied up, and her face had the usual submissive expression.

However, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

In Liu Xunyan's view, the young master seemed to have changed overnight—not in appearance, but in temperament.

The young man was still the same young man, but every move he made exuded a transcendent ease and tranquility that made people unconsciously want to worship him.

"Yes, it's Xunyan." Wang Xi nodded with a smile, his affable demeanor unchanged, yet it deepened Liu Xunyan's sense of awe. "Is there something you need?"

She quickly stepped forward.

"It's nothing." Liu Xunyan shook her head, then asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Just came out for some fresh air."

Wang Xi's gaze swept over the golden chrysanthemums in the courtyard, then landed on the woman's face: "By the way, has there been any movement from the Zhao family lately?" Liu Xunyan nodded, her tone tinged with schadenfreude:
"Young master, something has indeed happened to the Zhao family."

Wang Xi already guessed what it was, but still asked with great interest, "Tell me about it."

Liu Xunyan spoke quickly, recounting all the information she had gathered: "Someone came to the Zhao family yesterday seeking revenge and killed the eldest son of the Zhao family and his concubine..."

She paused briefly at this point.

"Young Master Zhao is Master Zhao's most beloved son, the apple of his eye. This matter has caused quite a stir."

"The Zhao family has gone mad. They offered a huge reward and used all their connections to persuade Master Han of the municipal government to personally sign the arrest warrant and apprehend the criminal throughout the city."

Wang Xi listened quietly.

This so-called "culprit" must be his junior brother, Zhang Fuyun. Everything is indeed proceeding according to the trajectory predicted in the "Seclusion Preview".

"Ah."

Wang Xi suddenly chuckled softly.

Liu Xunyan looked up, somewhat puzzled: "Why is Young Master laughing?"

Wang Xi shook his head, looked outside the courtyard wall, and calmly said, "The Zhao family has already made their way to their doom."

Liu Xunyan was slightly taken aback.

Wang Xi didn't explain further, but simply looked away: "Xunyan, I have to go out today."

"Going out? Young master, you mean..."

Liu Xunyan suddenly realized something and covered her mouth in surprise.

“Hmm.” Wang Xi stood with his hands behind his back. “I’ve gained some insights in seclusion, and I need to hone my skills.”

He then looked at Liu Xunyan: "It's time to settle the score for the Zhao family's attempt to refine you into the 'Five Immortals Pill.' As my maid, naturally no one can harm you in the slightest."

"Son..."

An indescribable surge of heat welled up in Liu Xunyan's heart, causing her eyes to redden slightly.

The young master truly regarded her as one of his own.

They even wanted to stand up for her and settle old scores.

"Young master, you are too kind." After being moved, a great worry immediately took over her mind. Liu Xunyan said anxiously, "But the Zhao family is powerful, and they also have Fourth Master Han backing them up..."

"It doesn't matter."

Wang Xi waved his hand, cutting her off.

"You stay here at the Qi family's house and wait patiently. I'll be right back."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his figure blurred like a phantom, as if he instantly merged into the light and shadow of the courtyard. When he solidified again, he was already several feet away by the moon gate.

Then, his figure flickered and disappeared completely.

Liu Xunyan stood frozen in place, her heart pounding with shock, speechless for a long time—the young master's footwork was beyond the realm of martial arts, bordering on the divine.

...

...

Northwest corner of Fountain City.

Deep inside a dilapidated and filthy residential area.

The dark, cramped stairwell reeked of mildew and grease. In a dilapidated, unoccupied room on the top floor, Zhang Fuyun leaned against the cold wall, his chest rising and falling slightly.

His coarse cloth clothes were stained with a few spots of blood that had already turned black, and a cut about an inch long on his arm was still throbbing faintly.

The faint sounds of police officers shouting and searching could be heard outside the window, like a noose tightening. However, Zhang Fuyun's face remained calm and resolute.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

At this moment, Zhang Fuyun felt no fear of death, but rather the words his senior brother Wang Xi had spoken to him during a time of confusion, as clear as yesterday:

"Fu Yun, what is a true man of the Qilin?"

Though my body is weak, my spirit is not. My heart is like scales, protecting myself and others. Though my claws and teeth are immature, they will shine when I encounter an enemy. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will not abandon my will.

"Even if I am shattered to pieces, my will will not falter..."

Zhang Fuyun repeated in a low voice, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He did not regret what he had done the day before.

Yun Fuzhan?
That may have once been a shadow in his heart, but now it is nothing more than a stumbling block on his path to enlightenment.

Killing her was not out of personal grudge, but to sever ties with the past of weakness.

As for accidentally killing Young Master Zhao Yongli?

That's why he deserves to die.

The reason my grandmother couldn't be treated in time was because of this guy's interference, and he even stole his shadow with sweet words.

at this time.

Amid the clamor of voices outside, several extremely faint sounds, like a cat treading on snow, rapidly approached from different directions.

It wasn't the heavy footsteps of a patrolman.

He's an expert.

Zhang Fuyun's eyes sharpened, he held his breath, and quietly reached into his pocket, grabbing a kerosene lighter and a small packet of pre-melted sugar paste—the only portable medium he could currently use for his juggling tricks.

Whoosh whoosh!
The shadowy figure, like a phantom, landed silently outside the door where Zhang Fuyun was hiding.

Three middle-aged men dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with eyes as sharp as hawks, exchanged glances, their movements tacit and cautious.

They were the retainers hired by the Zhao family at great expense, and were considered top-ranking masters of internal martial arts in Fengdeng City.

"Is the target hidden here?"

The scarred man leading the group lowered his voice, his tone revealing apprehension.

“Pretty much.” Another tall, thin man with a sinister look licked his lips. “Although this boy’s aura is weak, he can still cast spells; he is undoubtedly a cultivator.”

As he spoke, his tone revealed both a yearning for extraordinary power and a barely perceptible hint of fear and madness.

"Damn it, he really is a cultivator..." the scarred man spat. "You and I have practiced hard for decades, and we're only at the Five Qi Three Flowers stage, not even touching the threshold of cultivation. What makes this brat so special?"

"It's all because of good fortune! I was born with this talent and this opportunity!"

The third person, a short, stocky, bald man, was burning with jealousy, his tone fierce.

"However, his cultivation is too shallow; he must be a novice who has just stepped into the threshold... Capturing him and forcing him to reveal that opportunity would be a rare chance!"

Greed overcame fear.

The three exchanged a glance and then sprang into action simultaneously.

boom! !

The dilapidated wooden door and its frame shattered into pieces with a crash.

The light inside the room suddenly dimmed, and Zhang Fuyun, who was already on guard, ducked and rolled the moment the door burst open.

Three sharp attacks grazed his back, leaving deep marks on the earthen wall behind him.

"Trying to run?" The scarred man sneered, his five fingers like hooks, reaching out to grab Zhang Fuyun's back with incredible speed.

Zhang Fuyun rolled on the spot to avoid the claw attack, and then took out a kerosene lighter and lit it.

呲——

The moment the flame ignited, he opened his mouth and spat it out.

Bear!!

A ball of flame was spewed out by Zhang Fuyun, engulfing the gloomy, tall, thin man who was rushing towards him.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, half of the tall, thin man's hair and the front of his shirt were instantly set ablaze. The intense pain and the burning smell made him let out a scream, and his attack ceased instantly.

"You're asking for death!" The short, stocky, bald man roared in fury, his fist, as big as a clay pot and imbued with surging internal force, slamming down on his head.

Zhang Fuyun couldn't dodge in time and managed to raise his arm to block.

Bang!
Their energies clashed.

Zhang Fuyun felt a tremendous force, his arm throbbed with pain, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He staggered back a few steps and crashed into the wall.

He endured the pain, quickly picked up a small piece of warm syrup with his left hand, and chanted incantations rapidly, using his meager magical power to activate it.

The syrup instantly stretched and deformed in his palm, transforming into a thin, long thread, as if a snake were slithering across it—

"go with!"

Zhang Fuyun whispered.

Just as the bald man was about to give chase, a flash of golden light appeared before his eyes, and the sugar thread moved incredibly fast, carrying a sweet and scalding aura straight towards his face.

He quickly turned his head to dodge, and the sugar thread flew past his ear.

next second.

puff-

There was a muffled sound.

He was the tall, thin man who had just extinguished the flames on his body.

He intended to flank and launch a sneak attack, but the candy thread slit his neck, his head flew off, and blood gushed out.

In a single encounter, Zhang Fuyun, relying only on two rudimentary acrobatic techniques, defeated and killed a grandmaster.

However, he was also injured internally by the short, stocky, bald man's punch. Combined with the knife wound on his arm, blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale and his breathing was disordered.

"You little thief!" The scarred man was furious. His companion was dead and in a sorry state, which enraged him.

His palms instantly turned crimson red like branding irons as he unleashed his ultimate Fire Poison Palm technique, violently striking at Zhang Fuyun, who was already at his last gasp.

Zhang Fuyun tried his best to exhale fire again, but his chest churned, his vision went black, and his movements slowed down.

The pair of crimson, poisonous palms were about to strike his chest.

boom!
Just then, the commotion downstairs suddenly intensified, and countless footsteps rushed up the stairs.

"Listen up, you people inside! Drop your weapons!"

"Fondeng City Police Department, please!"

"Warning! Drop your weapons immediately!"

The patrol team was drawn to the scene by the commotion of the fight.

Because of this, the scarred man was momentarily distracted. Zhang Fuyun seized this fleeting opportunity, dodged the palm strike, smashed through the rotten window behind him, and leaped onto the rooftop.

The biting cold wind and the constant shouts from downstairs continued.

The pursuers were close behind.

The scarred man and the short, stocky bald man blocked Zhang Fuyun on the narrow edge of the rooftop, with more than a dozen patrolmen armed with guns or batons below, surrounding the area menacingly.

Besieged on both sides, with no way to retreat.

A cold wind whipped up dust from the rooftop. Zhang Fuyun leaned against the railing, his clothes stained with blood, facing the relentlessly approaching Grandmaster and the poised patrolmen below, like a lone wolf trapped in a desperate situation.

He took a deep breath of the cold air, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a sharper and more composed look.

"Boy, you have nowhere to run."

The scarred man approached with a sinister grin.

"A true hero..."

Looking at the scarred face, Zhang Fuyun suddenly chuckled, his laughter filled with sorrow and arrogance.

"Senior brother is right. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will not break my will!"

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he ignored the approaching killing intent, preparing to exhaust his last bit of magic power in a desperate struggle.

His scarred face and bald head suddenly appeared, unleashing a surge of inner strength.

The patrolman also raised his pistol at the same time.

At the critical moment.

A figure descended from the heavens like a god, stepping through the air and standing atop the crowd.

He hovered in the air, his long black robe unmoved by the fierce wind on the rooftop, the hem of his robe falling naturally as if in water.

The young man raised one hand, his five fingers spread open.

Everyone in the room seemed to have been put on pause, unable to move an inch.

"I can't move..."

The scarred man looked stunned.

My limbs and joints are all out of control, and no matter how hard I try, it's no use.

"Spells! This person is also a cultivator?!"

"?!"

The patrol officers were utterly astonished, completely bewildered by what had happened.

As everyone froze, still processing the shock of the young man's arrival, the other party's calm voice rang out on the desolate rooftop:
"Fuyun, don't be afraid."

Wang Xi didn't even glance at the two internal martial arts masters who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy; his gaze fell on Zhang Fuyun, who was beaming with delight.

"Your senior brother will back you up."

(End of this chapter)