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Chapter 857 - 212: Keyboard Saint

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The mass gathering of Death Curses in one place makes one feel a tangible terror. The Extraordinary beings in the camp couldn’t help but look in the direction of Jinghan City, fearing that some monster might emerge from there.

"I brought her over to you." Zhou An used a package to wrap up the various parts of Hua san’s body and brought them over.

Although Hua san only had a head left, she still greeted Su Changxing: "Master."

Su Changxing nodded in response and pointed to the table beside him: "Just put the stuff here."

Zhou An carefully placed the package containing Hua san’s body on the table, then turned and said:

"We just got the news that the Celestial Guard Tower of the National Council was taken down yesterday, and three council members died. I heard it was Chenxi’s doing; they’ve had internal strife."

"No wonder Lillian and the others chose to retreat yesterday; it turns out there was this situation. I knew she couldn’t possibly adhere to the agreement."

Su Changxing raised his head to look at him and found a blind spot: "Agreement, what agreement?"

Zhou An shrugged and said: "It’s nothing, just some private agreement made. If I defeated the Sixteen Swordsmen, Lillian would lead her people to retreat from Jinghan City."

"But it seems like it was due to their internal alliance break that they had to retreat."

"This could be considered a compromise with us. The National Council seems to be on the verge of collapse; it might disappear any time."

Su Changxing pondered for a moment and said: "I knew about this before, but it seems not only Chenxi was involved; other forces joined too."

Zhou An nodded in acknowledgment, showing a hint of surprise on his face: "You knew? I just got this news, but I’m not sure about the specifics."

He was surprised by Su Changxing’s means; apart from his source 17, he had other channels to obtain information.

Su Changxing nodded slightly, showing a hint of a smile: "It seems someone from Chenxi is helping us."

Just last night, he received a message from Shen Xuan saying she led people to take down the Celestial Guard Tower.

However, it was in Jin’s tone.

This made him feel uneasy; what does this mean?

Can the two of them use each other’s identity?

Jin has always been unable to use a phone, seemingly not recognized by the Doomsday Game, considered to be a very special existence.

What he worried about more was that Shen Xuan’s Power seemed to constantly swell on its own, leading to their continuous unstable Status, like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment, with unpredictable results.

It certainly wouldn’t be anything good.

Moreover, Jin and Shen Xuan don’t seem to have shown signs similar to Lin Xiuyu, such as their bodies being unable to withstand strong Superpowers.

Su Changxing took off the silver bracelet from his hand and handed it to Zhou An: "Take this."

"What is this?" Zhou An looked at the bracelet with confusion.

Su Changxing explained: "If you infuse it with Extraordinary Power and Spirit, it forms a strong defensive Force Field that can just compensate for your frail physique."

"In certain situations, it might save your life."

Zhou An chuckled, carelessly saying: "I don’t need it; who can be faster than my sword!"

He clearly had great confidence.

Su Changxing wasn’t in a hurry, calmly said: "There will always be someone faster, and don’t treat your weaknesses as strengths, or one day you might stumble over them. Take it!"

This bracelet was Eric’s possession, with indeed strong defensive capabilities. However, it wasn’t as practical for Su Changxing since his body already had sufficient defensive abilities, but for Zhou An, a frail Extraordinary, it could be of great use.

To be rational and not blind is the way to survive long-term.

Time rolled on.

Su Changxing then began to work on repairing Hua san, knowing the people from the World of Heaven would retaliate, so Hua san could certainly play a significant role.

This time, he added more Demon’s Blood into Hua san’s body.

This was because Hua san herself had experienced Growth and change, being more compatible with the Demon’s Power, thus capable of incorporating more Demon’s Blood.

Such a move could induce some negative consequences, but it surely would make Hua san’s Power more formidable.

Often at this time, people’s pursuit of Power is limitless, for they can always see beings more powerful than themselves, prompting the pursuit of even greater Power.

It stems from unease, comes from Terror, arises from the inflation of desires.

Although Su Changxing carries the identity of a Half god, he is essentially still human, a completely human, one tethered to desires with abundant emotions.

He always felt this is the essence of his existence, something impossible to abandon, for abandoning it equates to extinction, meaning the death of his current self, living is someone else resembling him.

"If I could master the weapon better, I probably wouldn’t have been beaten to a pulp," Hua san concluded wistfully.

She was still more adept at fighting with her own hands, which was more convenient and easier to handle.

Su Changxing nodded thoughtfully and then said, "It’s probably because this weapon isn’t in sync with your body, making it hard for you to control it. If we can establish a better connection, it should improve."

"I think it’s best if I modify this weapon again."

He placed Hua san’s silver-white greatsword into the Pocket Galaxy for another round of modifications, realizing that trying to create synergy between the mist and her body with magic patterns was unrealistic, as it would make the energy flow cumbersome.

Therefore, the only option was to utilize the interconnections of the demon blood.

By taking advantage of the connections between the demon blood, indirect connection between Hua san and the weapon was achievable, which should allow her to wield the weapon more effectively, thereby enhancing her combat effectiveness.

While proposing such an idea is easy, executing and perfecting it is incredibly challenging.

Without substantial theoretical knowledge on the matter, Su Changxing had conducted tens of thousands of experimental modifications within the Pocket Galaxy, attempting various methods.

The speed of operations in the Pocket Galaxy was linked to his spirit; the stronger his spirit, the higher the operation frequency.

With his current spirit, he could operate at a rate of 1:1000, during which Hua san’s greatsword transformed into hundreds of different shapes—light, heavy, long, short—and he continuously experimented with incorporating more demon blood.

Too little wouldn’t establish a connection, while too much would be hard to integrate with the sword’s material.

After Zhou An’s departure, only Su Changxing remained around the altar, with no one else allowed to approach.

The Death Curse now filled Jinghan City, yet there was no reaction from the inhabitants of the World of Heaven, suggesting a silent concession.

Suspended above the altar, Lin Xiuyu’s eyes were tightly closed, with his body and consciousness already separated. His consciousness hovered over Jinghan City, controlling numerous nodes of the corrosive Death Curse channels.

Ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and the light and shadow shifted distinctly, akin to reflections on water.

Su Changxing felt a will coming from Jinghan City, crossing through the space channel, originating from some entity in the World of Heaven.

Such a will was incredibly powerful, akin to a god, seemingly able to transcend any rules.

The World of Heaven indeed harbors such terrifying beings.

Su Changxing displayed a hint of solemnity, yet showed no fear, as even divine spirits he’d witnessed, and Titans as mighty as divine spirits he’d encountered; few things could instill fear in him.

"You’re quite peculiar." The greeting felt almost like meeting an old acquaintance.

Su Changxing paused his actions, slowly opening his eight eyes to gaze into the void, "I thought you’d make a direct move."

"We’re all humans; there’s no need for such life and death struggles. Everything can be negotiated, don’t you agree?"

"Why not negotiate earlier?"

"Because they weren’t qualified; only those with equal strength are worth sitting at the same table for discussions."

"Is that why you’re here to negotiate with me?" Su Changxing’s lips curled into a vague smile.

"Don’t go too far; you killed Hu Huai’an, and we haven’t settled the score with you yet!" The will’s tone suddenly turned harsh, "You should sense our strength—it can definitely eliminate you; we just don’t want to pay such a high price."

Su Changxing presumed the other party must be the Saint of the World of Heaven. There had been saints before, and there must be saints now; defining a saint’s actual level was hard, but certainly above Tier Five.

He couldn’t deduce it from their will.

Seemingly unfazed by the threat, Su Changxing responded casually, "Negotiation is possible, but there’s one thing I won’t agree to—you cannot enter this world!"

The conversation abruptly ended here, leaving both sides in silence.

Su Changxing knew this was precisely their aim, and he had put an end to it with his words.

Agreements were pointless; once they solidified their presence in this world, it would spiral out of control.

Furthermore, he harbored significant reservations towards the so-called Inheritance Tree, believing it to be nothing good.

"Stubbornness isn’t necessarily beneficial; do you truly think you can rely on the Heavenly Dao of this world to contend with us?"

The tone was laden with threat and probing, testing Su Changxing’s stance.

Su Changxing sneered, "Try it and see."

"I thought you were one of the lost ones, but turns out you’re not... Just you wait, Su Changxing, you will regret, I promise you’ll be begging me like a dog someday."

"Keyboard Saint, then." Su Changxing smirked disdainfully, as if speaking to himself.

The will seemingly departed, evidently having heard Su Changxing’s mockery, unwilling to engage in verbal sparring with him.

The surrounding space returned to tranquility, with only a line of words left on the ground, Hundred Teachings Saint.