Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 181 - 52 Good Buddies (Added for the Magical Little Arrow of Silver God!)

Chapter 181: Chapter 52 Good Buddies (Added for the Magical Little Arrow of Silver God!)

Real world.

Palace.

Council Hall.

All had been driven out, leaving only Zhao Junyu standing before the Emperor.

"Father Emperor, you called me here in the dead of night, what matter could it be?"

Zhao Junyu asked.

"Come with me," said the Emperor.

He led a confused Zhao Junyu to the front of that gigantic screen, gazing at the woman dressed in ancient attire depicted on it.

"Do you recognize her?" the Emperor asked.

"This... isn’t this just an ancient mythological screen?" Zhao Junyu replied.

"This is your sister," said the Emperor.

"Ah? Huh?" Zhao Junyu responded blankly.

On the screen, in the midst of Cang Mountain, the forest swayed with the wind, a solitary moon hung high, with rivers stretching thousands of miles.

The woman suddenly slightly narrowed her eyes and looked out from the screen.

Zhao Junyu was startled and couldn’t help but step back several times.

"She’s coming back," said the Emperor.

"Father Emperor, what exactly is going on?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"Your sister’s previous life was a remarkable person. Although she died, her soul could not be extinguished and hid in our world to be reincarnated anew," the Emperor explained.

Zhao Junyu fell silent for a few moments, then said, "Father Emperor, if the world hadn’t changed so quickly, I would definitely think you were talking in your sleep."

"The world is far more mysterious than you know, child," said the Emperor.

"Father Emperor... what is your view on Sister?" asked Zhao Junyu.

"No matter what her previous life was, in this life she is the same as you, my child—there is no doubt about that," the Emperor responded.

The Emperor continued, "Every time she leaves our world, she encounters unspeakable dangers, akin to undergoing a trial, but if she can return alive, she becomes stronger..."

"Why is that?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"Not sure, she once said, ’This is my fate,’" the Emperor replied.

"So she now—" Zhao Junyu began to ask.

"Some exceedingly dangerous event is in the process of vanishing."

The Emperor pointed to a certain place on the screen.

Zhao Junyu looked, only to see four flourishing characters:

"Yellow Springs Boatman."

The four characters were fading.

When they had all disappeared, a voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Father Emperor, I have returned."

Zhao Junyu abruptly turned around.

Only to see his sister standing not far off, her extraordinary demeanor could not be concealed by the hardships she faced.

"Sister?" Zhao Junyu called out with unfamiliarity.

Zhao Zhibing looked at him and the Emperor standing before the screen, and immediately understood.

She snorted coldly and said:

"You little rascal, don’t overthink it, you might well be the reincarnation of someone else, understand?"

Zhao Junyu was stunned.

Indeed.

According to the information Little Wu had discovered, this place was a prison.

Li Kunlun had proven this very well.

Perhaps he himself was also a master imprisoned here.

So—

Why hold any reservations towards his own sister?

Weren’t they all fellow prisoners?

Besides, his sister was so powerful; in the future, he might even need her to lead an escape!

"Sister."

Zhao Junyu respectfully called out again.

"Hmm," Zhao Zhibing finally appeared satisfied and continued, "Go do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Notify me immediately once Xiao Baihong and Li Kunlun return."

"What will you be doing, Sister?"

"Waiting."

"Bing Er, what exactly happened?" the Emperor asked.

"Father Emperor, it’s not about something that has already happened, but rather about something that’s about to happen soon. I need to hear Little Wu’s opinion," Zhao Zhibing responded.

"Is his opinion that important?" the Emperor asked.

Zhao Zhibing’s face showed complexity for the first time, murmuring, "He’s trying to save me, seeing his efforts made me risk death and fight my way back from Yellow Springs Hell to heal my wounds..."

"If this world were to be destroyed, I would like to hear his opinion first," said Zhao Zhibing.

"Destroyed? What exactly has happened?" the Emperor exclaimed.

"Parallel worlds are about to fall, filled with countless demons," said Zhao Zhibing.

...

Death Realm.

Border.

"Wahahaha, I knew it, you guys are all so weak!"

The Skeleton laughed loudly.

The other undead dared not speak, merely standing silently to the side.

"Speak up, Rotten Bone, you need to hurry and arrange the manpower, otherwise it’ll be troublesome once the war begins!" the Corpse Transformation Demon said indignantly.

"Let me see... good, the mission has been posted," said Rotten Bone.

Rotten Bone eyed the dark boundary marker, and glowing words appeared upon it.

Everyone looked together.

"In five minutes, a few squads of demons will scout nearby, you must find a way to defend the current border marker."

Rotten Bone, having read, chuckled, "This isn’t a problem at all, everyone, gather around and follow my commands!"

The undead had no choice but to assemble and stand before him.

The Skeleton quickly arranged the reconnaissance, defense, patrol, and attack teams based on the strengths of each undead, then ordered the construction of defensive works.

"You handle it well, it seems you do this often?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Of course, who among us isn’t fighting daily—right, you are injured, so you don’t need to do anything, just stay here by the boundary marker to heal," said Rotten Bone, patting his shoulder.

"Brother, you are thoughtful, thank you," said Wu Xiaode.

"Haha, we have fought life and death together, no need for formalities," Rotten Bone laughed out loud.

He waved to Wu Xiaode and turned to walk towards those undead constructing the defensive works, beginning to inspect the progress.

Wu Xiaode also breathed a sigh of relief.

—If he were the commander, it wouldn’t be so easy.

He was not only injured, but the few moves of Slaughter Spear Skill he had used had drained his soul power completely.

It was really not suitable for him to lead troops into battle.

Strangely enough—

Just as the soul power was about to be exhausted, it jumped back to 1.

This must be due to the effect of that page.

He always had a point of soul power.

Wu Xiaode suddenly had a wild idea.

—What would happen if I used the Thousand Hands Violent Kill with just one point of soul power?

After all, the Violent Kill mode required the consumption of all soul power.

One point of soul power is still soul power, after all!

As he pondered, rows of ice crystal tiny characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"One point of soul power can indeed activate the ’Violent Kill’ of Thousand Hands but at the weakest power."

"Because the input of energy affects the output, the power of the technique ultimately needs a substantial amount of soul power to be fully unleashed."

"This is also why you must break through the upper limits of your soul power."

Wu Xiaode sighed.

It figured, where would you find such a loophole?

As he felt disappointed, new rows of ice crystal characters emerged once again on the Book of the Dead:

"However, the ’Fog Shadow’ can now be continuously released."

"Because it consumes one point of soul power per second, and you always have one point of soul power."

Finally, some good news!

Wu Xiaode felt a bit more secure.

He looked down at the wound on his arm.

The wound had already scabbed over and felt itchier inside.

Under the ensconcing power of the boundary marker, it might fully heal in a little while!

Wu Xiaode comfortably leaned against the boundary marker, yawned, and felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.

He was indeed very tired.

The commander for this trial was an old acquaintance; it was a good time to take a rest.

"Brother."

Rotten Bone suddenly popped over again.

"What is it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I have to lead my troops into battle soon, but I’m scared of dying, can you help me out—just like last time?" the Skull asked, looking around nervously.

Just like last time...

Wu Xiaode also glanced around, noticing that most people had been sent out, while the rest were either busily building fortifications or patrolling around the camp.

"As long as your skull isn’t shattered, you won’t fall into a deep sleep, right?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Yes." Rotten Bone responded.

"Give me your head, I’ll keep it safe," Wu Xiaode said.

"Thanks, my good buddy!" Rotten Bone exclaimed joyfully.

While no one was looking—

He quickly detached his skull and handed it to Wu Xiaode.

Two lines of hints suddenly displayed on the Book of the Dead:

"You have obtained the Skull: Rotten Bone."

"Its soul fire resides within the skull, and once the skull is shattered, the soul fire will also be extinguished."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but be a bit astonished.

—This skull really trusts him.

"Buddy, quickly hide my head, don’t let anyone see it," the skull spoke.

"Don’t worry," Wu Xiaode set the skull into the mist, and it immediately disappeared.

"Without your head, doesn’t everyone else know you’re hiding? How are you going to command everyone?" Wu Xiaode curiously asked.

"No matter."

The skeleton reached behind and pulled out a new skull, placing it on its neck.

"You have two heads?"

"No, this one is fake—but you can’t recognize our skulls, can you?"

"...Yes."

"That’s all there is to it!"

The skeleton stood up, topped with the fake skull, and continued to oversee the work.

A deliberately subdued voice suddenly popped up beside Wu Xiaode:

"Buddy, my head is here. If you get bored, I could keep you company."

"No need, give your full attention to commanding the battle," Wu Xiaode said.

"Alright, watch me lead you guys to win this battle, my good buddy," the skeleton said.

No sooner had he spoken.

A voice came from outside the camp:

"Report!"

The Corpse Transformation Demon rushed in, shouting loudly.

"What’s going on?"

The skeleton that was patrolling the camp asked.

"Three demons spotted in the southwest direction!"

"Just three?"

"Yes, sir. Should we go kill them and take the opportunity to plant a flag?" the Corpse Transformation Demon asked.

"Everyone follow me! We’re going to kill them!" the skeleton roared.

It rallied the troops and led the undead outside the camp.

"Hold up, Commander Sir, you don’t need to run at the front. It’s dangerous!" the Corpse Transformation Demon said.

"Fear not, I’m the boss, and the boss naturally has to lead you to victory!" the skeleton waved his hand.

A Skull Horse was immediately summoned from the Void.

The skeleton mounted the horse and charged ahead, leading the charge to the site of the incident.

The rest of the undead looked at each other and let out a collective roar.

"Let’s follow our boss!" the Corpse Transformation Demon shouted.

"Let’s go!" the undead responded in unison.

They charged forward with all their might.

The whole camp, too, became spirited.

—If the commander is so committed, are we nothing?

Everyone busied themselves seriously and diligently, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Nobody knew—

The skeleton had already hidden his head in Wu Xiaode’s hand.

"Brother, I must say I admire your approach,"

Wu Xiaode chuckled.

After a moment of silence, the skull hidden in the mist spoke: "My body has dissolved,"

"What!" Wu Xiaode exclaimed.

"The Corpse Transformation Demon is a spy; he’s one of the demons’ infiltrators, leading a strike force of over two hundred demons charging towards the boundary marker—" the skull spoke hurriedly.

"Buddy, quickly, run away with my head!"