h4Chapter 927: Chapter 924: identally Killed the Demon Sect Master/h4

    Wu Yuanmu’s mentalitypletely copsed.

    Spiritual Artifacts are extremely scarce and rare; looking across the entire Nine Provinces, only Yanzhou has one.

    It was precisely because of that Spiritual Artifact that they suffered heavy casualties.

    This gives you an idea of how rare Spiritual Artifacts are.

    But.

    He never imagined even in his dreams.

    Xu Wendong would actually possess two Spiritual Artifacts simultaneously.

    "Do you still want to possess my soul now?" Xu Wendong held the Lingxiao Sword in his left hand, standing on the Golden Crow Furnace, resembling a Celestial God descending to the mortal world.

    Wu Yuanmu subconsciously swallowed, and immediately knelt on the ground, terrified: "I don’t want to possess you anymore. I, Wu Yuanmu, am willing to pledge my allegiance to you!"

    Xu Wendong sneered: "Since ancient times, righteousness and evil cannot coexist. Do you think I would need an Evil Cultivator as a servant?"

    "Besides, right now, you are just a remnant soul!"

    Wu Yuanmu said repeatedly: "Even though I am a remnant soul, I can take you to the Demon Sect’s main base, where there are many cultivation resources, Spirit Stones, herbs, ores—everything you could want!"

    "As long as you spare me a way to survive, I am willing to offer all the Demon Sect’s cultivation resources to you."

    Xu Wendong murmured: "If that’s the case, sparing you a way to survive isn’t impossible."

    Wu Yuanmu was extremely excited: "Master, the Demon Sect has many cultivation resources. If you obtain those cultivation resources, I guarantee you will soar to great heights and rise rapidly!"

    Wu Yuanmu was really excited.

    Because as long as Xu Wendong doesn’t kill him, he can look for an opportunity to counter-attack him and find a chance to possess his soul.

    Xu Wendong said: "By the way, you said, if I possess your soul, wouldn’t I know the whereabouts of those cultivation resources?"

    "Ah?" Wu Yuanmu was stunned.

    Before he could react.

    The Golden Crow Furnace under Xu Wendong flew above Wu Yuanmu’s head and directly engulfed him inside.

    Thud, thud, thud!

    Wu Yuanmu struggled violently, vainly attempting to escape the furnace, while angry curses echoed from within.

    But Xu Wendong paid no attention.

    He activated the Pill Furnace with his Soul Force.

    Although there were no herbs in the Golden Crow Furnace, there was a remnant soul!

    He could refine Wu Yuanmu’s soul and, as his soul was about to perish, seize his memories, thus learning the information about the Demon Sect.

    Of course.

    Xu Wendong was not concerned about the Demon Sect’s affairs.

    He was interested in the ability of the Demon Sect to seize others’ fortunes.

    If he could master this Divine Skill...

    Wouldn’t that be immensely satisfying?

    "Xu Wendong, you’re a vile, despicable wretch; one day you’ll be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

    Raging roars emanated from within the Pill Furnace.

    But.

    His voice sounded particrly weak.

    Xu Wendong was directly amused: "Afraid of being struck by lightning and still cultivate to be an Immortal, huh?"

    Feeling that Wu Yuanmu’s Soul Force was about to dissipate, Xu Wendong immediately opened the Golden Crow Furnace, controlling Wu Yuanmu’s remnant soul to fly into his appearance.

    It looked like a crystalline feather.

    Without any hesitation, he immediately began soul possession.

    In an instant.

    Vast information, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into his mind.

    After almost two shichen, Xu Wendong finally epted Wu Yuanmu’s memories, knowing the Demon Sect’s bases in the Nine Provinces.

    There were over fifty bases,rge and small, but fortunately, they were all Foundation Establishment Stage and Golden Core Stage cultivators, not posing much of a threat.

    As for the Nascent Soul Stage Experts...

    They were all dead.

    Not only that, he learned that Wu Yuanmu was the Sect Master of the Demon Sect.

    Yes, he had killed the Sect Master of the Demon Sect.

    If this were to spread, it would surely shock the entire Nine Provinces.

    Of course.

    This was not important.

    The important thing was that Xu Wendong found what he wanted.

    The Technique of Fate Gazing.

    This is an ancient and mysterious spell.

    It allows one to peer into others’ fortunes.

    Whether it’s bad luck, wealth, or great luck, all can be observed.

    Of course.

    Merely peering into others’ fortunes is not a big deal; the most terrifying and incredulous thing for Xu Wendong is a cultivation technique called the Technique of Fate Seizing.

    This is a method that allows the seizing of others’ fortunes and, when paired with the Technique of Fate Gazing, is truly a match made in heaven.

    The Demon Sect could seize others’ fortunes by relying on the Technique of Fate Gazing and the Technique of Fate Seizing.

    Imagine.

    Seizing others’ fortunes for oneself, how satisfying would that be?

    However.

    Looking across the entire Demon Sect, only a handful could seize others’ fortunes.

    Because whether it’s the Technique of Fate Gazing or the Technique of Fate Seizing, cultivating them is extremely difficult, and even if Xu Wendong obtained both spells, he might not seed in cultivating them.

    "The crisis has been resolved; I can go out to seek fortunes." Xu Wendong got up and left the cave, attempting to absorb nature’s spiritual energy.

    Everything was as he expected; without Wu Yuanmu stealing the spiritual energy, his absorption speed was astonishingly fast.

    Only, there was still no sign of breaking through.

    He wasn’t too anxious.

    Because such things depend on fate.

    After all, ice doesn’t form three feet thick in a single day!

    Not long aftering outside, Xu Wendong sensed that the heavenly prides of Yanzhou had entered the Outer Domain Battlefield, aimlessly searching for opportunities.

    When they saw Xu Wendong, everyone greeted with a smile.

    Especially Huo Anshou, who looked at Xu Wendong with an enigmatic smile: "Junior Brother Xu, are you interested in having a spar?"

    He was recognized as the top heavenly pride in the Nine Provinces.

    If the Demon Sect hadn’t suddenly attacked.

    He and Xu Wendong would inevitably have a showdown.

    Even though he knew Xu Wendong’s strength was formidable, he still wanted to experience it firsthand.

    Xu Wendong waved his hand: "No sparring, no sparring, my trifling skills are no match for Senior Brother Huo; you win!"

    He didn’t care about winning or losing.

    Huo Anshou was somewhat disappointed.

    But mostly respectful, because he finally realized the gap between himself and Xu Wendong.

    When he was still pursuing rankings.

    Xu Wendong had long looked beyond these.

    He didn’t care about winning or losing.

    Because he aimed to surpass himself!

    "Perhaps, I can try the Technique of Fate Gazing!"

    Xu Wendong felt inspired and immediately recited the seal for the Technique of Fate Gazing.

    Meanwhile.

    He clearly felt a slight sting in his eyes, and a hazy scene appeared before him.

    This is something that must be experienced when cultivating the Technique of Fate Gazing.

    Knowing this, he wasn’t worried and continued to observe Huo Anshou.

    After about ten seconds.

    His vision became exceptionally clear; not only that, but he even saw three beams representing different fortunes above Huo Anshou’s head.

    Red represents great luck, gray represents bad luck, and ck represents ill fortune.

    His great luck was extremely strong, indicating his significant fortunes.

    For some reason.

    Looking at the three fortunes above Huo Anshou’s head, Xu Wendong felt they were within reach, as if he could seize them without any effort.

    His heartbeat quickened.

    Should he seize some of Huo Anshou’s great luck?

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