Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 305 - 271: The Blade and the Ghost

Chapter 305: Chapter 271: The Blade and the Ghost

Lines of ice crystal characters appeared, motionless:

"Current Soul Power: 32/32."

"You have gained a total of 2 points of Eternal Soul Power, so your Soul Power will always be 2 points more than others."

"Attention:"

"The Book of the Dead has recorded the ’Primitive Death Trial Ritual’ summoning magic; when you need to advance, you can use this method to perform an orthodox Death advancement."

All the characters flashed and then disappeared.

Wu Xiaode withdrew his gaze, exhaling a breath of cold air.

This was the mountain range of the Eternal Rest Snow Mountain.

Very cold.

Outside the cave, the snowstorm howled ceaselessly.

——In fact, about three hours had passed since he promised the Ghost Queen to join the battle.

According to the Ghost Queen, there were ten minutes left before her confrontation with the Bone Dragon would begin.

Now she had gathered her seven strongest undead subordinates, plus Wu Xiaode, here in the snow-capped mountains, about to start an offensive and defensive battle with the Bone Dragon.

At the moment, the Ghost Queen was assigning battle tasks.

Wu Xiaode sat idly on the side, listening half-heartedly.

He was only Level 30.

Adding the two points of Eternal Soul Power, that made it Level 32.

Level 32——

He couldn’t even dream of participating in a battle of Level 680.

Actually, his only use had already been quite obvious.

Wu Xiaode quietly listened to the Ghost Queen’s deployment for a while, and when she asked "Does anyone have anything to add?" and no one answered——

He silently drew out the Ying Yuan Sword, concealed it with Demon Mist, and then stabbed himself through the body.

Two lines of ice crystal characters appeared:

"Be careful!"

"You have entered a near-death state."

Bullshit.

Of course I know I’m near death.

At that moment, the Ghost Queen looked over at Wu Xiaode.

——It was his turn to make a difference!

Wu Xiaode swallowed a mouthful of blood and smiled, "I wish you success upon arrival."

No sooner had he spoken.

The seven powerful undead, along with the Ghost Queen, simultaneously emitted dazzling rings of light and then vanished into the darkness.

"You are near death."

"You have become a Bright Ghost, releasing a Group Luck Book."

"Soul Power consumed this time: 9 million."

"Remaining Soul Power: 26 million."

Great, 9 million Soul Power gone just like that, really splendid.

With less and less Soul Power remaining, what to do?

The Ghost Queen, feeling the fluctuation in the aura around her, nodded at Wu Xiaode, "Bright Ghost, please fight according to your own ideas from now on."

——Which meant you can rest.

After all, who would want a troublemaker stirring things up in a serious battle, risking friendly fire that could lead to stepping in shit for thousands of years?

Fighting to increase one’s level was a last resort.

But you can’t risk stepping in shit!

"Okay, I’ll just wander around on my own, and I’ll contact you if there’s any news," said Wu Xiaode, waving his hand.

"Then we’re off, keep this cell phone and contact me anytime there’s any intelligence."

The Ghost Queen handed him a cell phone.

——Another cell phone.

I have one from the Modern Epoch, one from the Past Epoch, and now there’s a cell phone in the Death World too.

Tsk.

Business is too busy.

Wu Xiaode pocketed the cell phone, nodded, and smiled, "Go fight, I’ll just take a walk."

"Okay, farewell!"

With a command from the Ghost Queen, the seven powerful undead rushed out of the cave with her, quickly disappearing into the depths of the snowfield.

After waiting a few moments.

Wu Xiaode quickly pulled out a Frost Snow Fruit and began eating it voraciously.

He gulped it down, skin, core and all; only then did his wounds stop deteriorating and begin to slowly heal.

——Should I use the luck of the Bright Ghost state to cast a Luck Skill on myself while it hasn’t worn off?

Boom!!!

A loud sound of magical collisions echoed from the distant snow mountains.

The two sides had already clashed!

Wu Xiaode pondered for a few moments and then suddenly spoke:

"I wish for good luck for myself——exceptionally good luck!"

Two lines of ice crystal characters swiftly appeared:

"You have cast Luck +2 on yourself, deducting 3 million Soul Power."

"Current remaining Soul Power: 23 million."

——This was a Level 680 battle, where no chances could be taken.

I need to be luckier than everyone!

Wu Xiaode sighed and began to miss the Enchanting Demon Christina.

It wasn’t for any other reason than his pressing need for a decent supply of Soul Power.

But at this point, he hadn’t yet met Christina!

He couldn’t summon her!

So what to do now?

Not much.

Go for a walk?

After all, the Ghost Queen only wanted his luck; she didn’t expect him to actually join the battle.

Wu Xiaode stood up, stretched, and strode out of the cave.

Whoosh—

A gust of cold wind struck.

A voice suddenly sounded beneath his feet:

"Who is stepping on my face?"

Wu Xiaode jumped back several steps as if electrified and looked down at the snow.

An undead was frozen in the snowfield, only his face showing above ground, staring at Wu Xiaode with wide eyes.

——In this endless expanse of snow mountain, no one knew how many ancient undead lay dormant.

"Ah, I didn’t see you just now, sorry," Wu Xiaode apologized.

"What use is an apology, you brat? Give me some Soul Power, let me out, and I’ll forgive you," the undead said with a pair of crazed and tyrannical eyes.

The apologetic look on Wu Xiaode’s face disappeared.

I stepped on you, my fault.

But I apologized, right?

Why are you cursing?

Wu Xiaode brushed aside his clothes, revealing the Desert Sword and Ying Yuan Sword at his waist.

The undead glanced at the Desert Sword, a puzzled look crossing his face, then noticed the Ying Yuan Sword.

Its expression changed several times before finally forcing a smile, "Sir, I was just joking. My face has been frozen in the snow for millions of years; feel free to step on it."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t be bothered with it.

His mood for a stroll was gone completely—

If he walked out now, who knew how many more he would step on.

And he wasn’t some high-level master like the Ghost Queen, what if he got cursed to death along the way?

The snowstorm is so heavy.

It might be better to just head back to the cave and quietly wait for the outcome of the battle.

But in order to avoid disputes with these underground undead, it’s best to make sure they can’t see me anymore.

With that thought in mind.

"I’m leaving, I won’t step on you anymore, bye."

Having said that, Wu Xiaode shuddered all over and released "Dreamwalker."

His figure instantly disappeared into the blizzard.

"Eh? Where did he go? How come he vanished?"

The undead on the ground exclaimed in surprise.

The snow covering the surroundings was suddenly blown away, revealing another huge dead face.

"Good that he’s gone, lucky us, otherwise, if that sword had been drawn, we’d have been wiped out."

The huge dead face said, shivering.

Wu Xiaode had originally turned around to head toward the cave, but hearing this, he stopped in his tracks.

This sword—

Was personally forged for him by Sister Lan, the Ying Yuan Sword.

He had tested it himself and indeed, it could summon Thunder Radiance.

But weren’t the ancient undead, who had been slumbering for millions of years, buried in this snowy mountain?

He was merely at Level 30.

What were they scared of?

Curiosity got the better of Wu Xiaode, and he was no longer in a hurry to leave.

He walked over and squatted in front of the gigantic face, listening quietly.

—After all, he had already activated "Dreamwalker."

If he stepped on anyone again, no one would remember being stepped on by him.

He listened to the previous undead saying:

"Yeah, I was thinking of finding someone to alleviate the boredom, but who knew I’d encounter such a fierce sword. I mean, it should be able to summon that guy, right?"

"Of course, otherwise, why do you think everyone has been silent?" the giant face said.

The undead, on hearing this, shivered as if it had reminded him of something, and said tremblingly:

"This place isn’t safe anymore; later, I’ll find a way to go deeper into the mountains."

"Right, seeing that sword, I have to hit the road too," said the huge face.

As the two were about to continue, a third voice suddenly came from the snow:

"Stop talking. The horror of that sword is not for you to discuss. Someone’s coming soon; everyone, shut up."

The two undead immediately fell silent.

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

Someone is coming?

And I don’t sense it at all?

It seems these undead are much stronger than I am.

He looked toward the snowy grounds.

Suddenly.

A strong wind blew from afar.

In an instant.

Two figures quietly landed at the entrance of the cave.

They wore dark and voluminous black cloaks that completely concealed their faces, making it impossible to discern their identities.

"Did the Dark Queen set out from here?" one figure asked.

"Yes, she took seven of her capable subordinates from here deeper into the mountains to prepare for the confrontation," said the other figure.

"Everything is going according to plan?"

"No, there’s been a slight hiccup."

"What hiccup?"

"According to the report from our mole close to her, she has invited a Bright Ghost to take part in this confrontation."

"A Bright Ghost!"

The tone of the voice suddenly rose with a hint of annoyance that couldn’t be clearly defined.

"A troublemaker," the other voice sighed.

"Exactly, and we can’t harm that Bright Ghost—I don’t want to spend the next three thousand years dealing with filth every day, or even having to be careful every time I step outside."

"So first, we find a way to drive away the Bright Ghost and then capture the Ghost Queen?"

"Let’s do that—all the traps for the Ghost Queen have been set up properly. For now, let’s deal with the Bright Ghost first."

"Understood!"

After they spoke, their figures flashed and they disappeared from the hillside.

Wu Xiaode, having stood aside the whole time, listened until they finished their conversation.

While they were talking, he had taken out his phone and typed a message, then pressed send.

—Alright, now what to do?

Should I go find the Dark Queen?

After all, I did promise her to help in the battle.

As he was thinking, suddenly the scenery around him changed dramatically, and the whole world quickly receded.

In the next instant.

Wu Xiaode found himself back in the real world.

He stood there dumbfounded.

Hmm?

What just happened?

Why did I return to the real world just like that?

The Book of the Dead opened quietly, revealing lines of ice crystal writing:

"Attention!"

"At this point in time, you have entered the Death World to face your Level 20 Soul Power Trial."

"In the same moment, you cannot exist in the same world as the current you, as it would cause a confusion of laws."

"You have been forcibly ejected from the Death World."

After reading it over, Wu Xiaode immediately understood.

No wonder!

On the third day, I first went to parallel worlds to deal with the Pope’s matter, then returned to the real world.

Right after, I went to a parallel world to save Zhao Zhibing.

Zhao Zhibing was afflicted with the Death God’s magic.

Then I went to the Holy City, after that to the Demon Palace underground, completed the title mission, and finally, I was teleported to the Death World for the Trial.

At this point in time, I was in the Death World, with Rotten Bone!

After that, I was about to meet the Enchanting Demon Christina!

As all these events on the main timeline happened in the Death World, I had to avoid them.

That’s why I was kicked out.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but sigh.

If I were to go back, I would have to wait until I, on this timeline, have slain the bone dragon with a single sword strike and then teleported away before I can go back, right?

—I wonder if the Ghost Queen has seen my text message.

...

Elsewhere.

The Ghost Queen stood on a snowy peak, watching her seven subordinates fiercely battle the subordinates of the bone dragon.

The bone dragon stood far away on another snowy peak, also watching the fight.

—Now was not the time for the two big shots to step in personally.

While the Ghost Queen was focusing on the battle, her thigh vibrated.

—Phone.

Who dares to disturb me at this critical moment?

The Ghost Queen had no intention to check it, but somehow, as if possessed, she reached out and took out her phone.

She unlocked the phone and there was just one line of text on the screen:

"There’s a mole, halt the fight."

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