Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 150 - 122: Her Royal Highness the Princess

Chapter 150: Chapter 122: Her Royal Highness the Princess

Death God in the palace?

But... Zhao Zhibing was also in the palace.

Wu Xiaode’s figure moved, and he started sprinting through the streets.

Under the cover of the silent Demon Mist, not a single one of the monsters roaming the streets noticed him.

Before long.

Wu Xiaode arrived in front of the palace.

Looking up—

He saw a gigantic spider perched on top of the palace, its size even greater than the entire main hall by several measures.

Its body was covered in brightly colored fur, and clusters of sharp spikes protruded from its abdomen.

Human faces, wailing in agony, were growing on the skin around the spider’s body, warping and distorting with its movements.

Its entire body was actually covered with human faces!

The Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing rows of ice crystal small print:

"The Mourner of Souls."

"(Attached by Death God)."

"This is a type of powerful demon, whose strength has been greatly enhanced with the blessing of the Death God, and it possesses terrifying Death Skills."

The Death God was indeed here!

What about Zhao Zhibing?

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes, letting his thoughts settle.

Right now, he simply couldn’t enter the palace.

If there was any disturbance at the entrance of the palace, it would alert the monster.

The only hope was that Zhao Zhibing had already left this place.

If by chance...

Wu Xiaode remained calm, going over it again in his mind.

If Zhao Zhibing stayed in this palace, wouldn’t she be trapped inside?

She would not be able to get out.

Let alone slay enough demons to return to the real world.

So.

What could he do to help?

The "Mourner of Souls" before him was attached by the Death God.

No one could handle such a creature!

Unless—

Boom!!!

A violent explosion sounded in the distance.

On top of the palace, that Mourner of Souls did not move, even appearing somewhat lethargic.

Wu Xiaode, however, could not afford to care about that, and he turned and dashed toward the source of the explosion.

After passing through four street blocks.

He finally reached the scene of the explosion.

There were flames reaching the sky, smoke swirling around, several houses had been completely reduced to rubble.

Zhao Zhibing was here!

In her hands, she held a stack of talismans, drawing those nearly breathless demons into the talismans, joyfully saying, "This should be enough for a Sealing Demon Talisman now!"

White Tiger stood by her side, head bowed, silent.

"Yu, what’s wrong?" Zhao Zhibing asked in surprise.

"Nothing," White Tiger replied.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t worry about that, he spread the surrounding mist, immediately enveloping Zhao Zhibing and White Tiger within it.

"Your Highness, how come you are here?" he asked with a smile.

"Eh? How did you get here—How are things with you?" Zhao Zhibing asked.

She shoved the Sealing Demon Talisman into Wu Xiaode’s hands, saying, "If you’ve found a way to deal with the Pope, use this talisman to go back directly, don’t fight the demons anymore, save your Soul Power."

"You keep it," Wu Xiaode said with a smile, "I’ve already—"

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Zhibing looked at him, her smile brimming with joy.

But she did not know that on her chest, there was a small hole from which blood was continuously flowing.

Wu Xiaode took a step back, his gaze shifted to White Tiger.

White Tiger had a sad look on its face.

It knew.

Wu Xiaode looked at Zhao Zhibing again, only to see her oblivious to it all.

Her bright eyes were looking over, curiously asking, "Little Wu, what have you already?"

She... probably didn’t know.

"I’ve already finished my business—Your Highness, you should hurry back, go back to our world. That way even if you encounter those terrifying creatures again, you shouldn’t be in any danger, right?"

As Wu Xiaode spoke, he glanced at White Tiger.

White Tiger was sharp, turning its head abruptly, staring at Wu Xiaode in astonishment.

"You know?"

White Tiger hesitated, asking via telepathy.

Wu Xiaode subtly nodded without a trace.

"Let me kill a few more demons before I go back. There are so many here, and the Sealing Demon Talismans can’t be wasted like this," Zhao Zhibing said.

"How about we rest for a while? It’s safe in this mist," Wu Xiaode suggested.

"Good idea, I do need to replenish my Soul Power."

Zhao Zhibing then sat down at an outdoor café table by the street, opened the bag she carried with her, and started eating a piece of mung bean cake.

"Do you want any?" she asked, opening her bag.

"No, you go ahead," Wu Xiaode sat down nearby.

"You can’t let her return to your world," White Tiger suddenly telepathically said.

"What exactly happened?" Wu Xiaode demanded.

"When a parallel world is destroyed, the Death God will return to its own world, but if a soul gives it the coordinates of a new world, it will move on to that new world," White Tiger explained.

"Zhao Zhibing..." Wu Xiaode murmured.

"I wasn’t watching her closely enough," White Tiger covered its head with its wings.

Zhao Zhibing glanced at White Tiger, puzzled, "Yu, what’s wrong?"

"I’m just reminded of some things from the past, don’t worry about it," White Tiger replied.

Wu Xiaode looked off into the distance, eyes slightly narrowed, appearing unconcerned.

Seeing him resting, Zhao Zhibing didn’t continue the conversation with White Tiger.

She also closed her eyes, taking a short break.

The battle had indeed been tiring and mentally exhausting.

He waited for a while.

Wu Xiaode glanced at the white crane.

Understanding his gaze, the white crane conveyed telepathically, "I’m powerless against that kind of spell from a Death God."

"You mean to say—only you are powerless, right?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The white crane hesitated momentarily before telepathically conveying again, "Yes, I’m afraid your White Tiger wouldn’t be of any help either because we are merely Heroic Spirits, while a Death God is a God with ’authority.’ It was created by Demon Gods to reap souls—how detestable!"

Wu Xiaode lowered his gaze as his mind raced with thoughts.

Zhao Zhibing’s wound on her chest was still bleeding, and if something were to be done, it had to be fast.

... Is there any solution?

There might be some, but their effectiveness was dubious.

Should he attempt it?

It was too dangerous.

Was it worth it?

She had spared him by detonating a nuclear bomb for her and had given him a knife twice, not to mention the twice she had provided him with Sealing Demon Talismans.

Even if Zhao Zhibing were to die in battle in this world, he wouldn’t be too upset, because anyone could potentially die that way.

But to die a senseless death at the hands of a Death God, with your soul taken away without a chance to resist—that was truly grievous.

Wu Xiaode’s eyes narrowed slightly as he clenched his fist tightly.

If he were to ignore everything he witnessed, he might as well be an octopus at the bottom of the sea, right?

Wu Xiaode went over the situation again and again in his mind and gradually made up his decision.

He gently pressed his hand into the mist.

A wall shrouded in infinite fog and in a state of disrepair quietly appeared before him.

"It’s past midnight, and I want today’s commission now, immediately," he said.

Layers of fog materialized into several pieces of commission papers on the wall.

As if sensing his urgency, one of the papers suddenly fell from the wall and landed in his hands.

On the paper were written a few lines:

"We’ve lost all hope, yet we still pray that someone will save us."

"Please defeat the Death God and rescue us from eternal torment."

"These are our last thoughts."

Wu Xiaode held the paper, unsure of what to do next.

To request a commission to save Zhao Zhibing, he had to complete a commission first, according to protocol.

He currently had five points of Merit.

With these points of Merit, there was a high likelihood of success in commissioning a spirit to help save her.

But the commission he received today was to defeat the Death God.

—If I were capable of defeating it, would I be in such a rush now?

Wasn’t that just going in circles?

Wait a minute...

My strength had increased.

I now have an upper limit of 19 points of Soul Power, and after resting for a while, the measly 9 points had become 10.

I’ve also acquired two skills.

The Fog Shadow is very strong.

Thousand Hands is even stronger.

Perhaps...

I should take on a fight with it!

Wu Xiaode’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Heer, how long has it been since Zhao Zhibing fell victim to the spell?" Wu Xiaode quietly inquired.

"Not long, about seven minutes," the white crane replied.

Wu Xiaode felt a surge of encouragement.

Last time, Sun had also been hit by a spell from the Death God.

Sun had held out for quite a while, searching for clues from discovering the military camp, then entering the underground tunnel, enduring until he saw the camp occupied by the scientists before he died.

Zhao Zhibing could still hold on for a while!

He had to be quick!

Wu Xiaode stood up and said, "Your Highness."

"Hmm? What’s wrong?" Zhao Zhibing opened her eyes and spoke.

Wu Xiaode bowed and said, "I’ve always been grateful for your help. I have something to deal with now. Be cautious of your surroundings and preserve your life, waiting for my return."

"... What’s happened?" Zhao Zhibing stared at him.

"It’s related to spirits, not something I can disclose," Wu Xiaode said.

"Yes, his White Tiger has some matter to attend to urgently," the white crane added.

Zhao Zhibing gave the white crane a surprised glance, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Take this talisman with you. Use it to teleport back if you’re in danger."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wu Xiaode accepted the talisman and immediately turned around, stepping back into the mist, disappearing from sight.

Zhao Zhibing pondered silently for several breaths and then suddenly said, "Heer."

"Ah, I’m here," the white crane nervously replied.

"With Little Wu gone, we don’t have the mist to conceal us. Go invisible and fly up to scout our surroundings," Zhao Zhibing instructed.

"Okay!"

The white crane, relieved, spread its wings and flew into the sky, carefully looking around.

Taking advantage of this time—

Zhao Zhibing pulled a golden talisman from her sleeve and examined it closely.

The edges of the talisman had turned completely black and with a slight shake, it crumbled into ashes and dispersed into the Void.

After flying a loop, the white crane landed gently and reported, "There are no demons in the vicinity, safe for now."

By this time, Zhao Zhibing had already stowed away the talisman and said with a smile, "Great, then I’ll rest a bit more."

"Sure, rest well. I’ll keep watch," the white crane replied.

"Thanks for your efforts."

Having said that, Zhao Zhibing made herself comfortable in a chair and continued to rest.

What’s the deal?

Both Little Wu and Heer were so secretive, surely hiding something.

Turns out my life talisman was breaking apart.

I’m about to die.

Zhao Zhibing took out a piece of green bean cake and began to eat it slowly.

—But where did Little Wu go?

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