Necropolis Immortal-Chapter 1850.2: Marvelous Bullshit
Chapter 1850.2: Marvelous Bullshit
"We are a bunch of beggars picking through the trash to the majestic supremes," Liang Ruyue wheezed out a ghastly laugh. "If not for that, would we risk our lives and fight bitterly for a tiny opportunity that could kill us at any second?"
Who didn't value their life?
Who didn't want to live on?
Would they plunge themselves into the perilous spatial tide if there was any other option available to them?
The disciple of a supreme was naturally protected by his supreme's treasures—the rest of them was just cannon fodder. Normally speaking, the end of one wave meant the arrival of extreme violence. But right now, no one had the desire to kill or raid the others by their side.
Ten treasures per person was more than enough. It would be drawing water with a sieve if they shed blood in wanting more.
"Alright, just wait here until the spacetime tide is over," Lu Yun said. "Ten treasures is everyone's limit. Unwanted developments might occur if you take more. It's not worth it to die at this juncture."
"I am Zhu Bao and I thank Sir Lingyan for saving our lives!" The twenty-ninth level sequence young man from earlier bowed to Lu Yun.
"Our thanks to Sir Lingyan for guiding us to the right path!" The rest of the cultivators bowed to Lu Yun as well.
Lu Yun was still mulling over Zhu Bao's name when he felt the vast cloud of goodwill waft around him. He chuckled ruefully; none of them would attack him now even if they learned he was the enigma stone thief, would they?
Zhu Bao gave thanks for his life whereas the others thanked Lu Yun for pointing them in the right direction. Those were two vastly different concepts.
Zhu Bao came from a major faction and he possessed a bright future with boundless potential. He wasn't here with a death wish, this wasn't the last gamble of a desperate man. For the others, they were grateful that Lu Yun had delivered them from their lost wandering. He'd turned their one wisp of hope into reality and placed it into their hands.
"In that case, I'll see my good deed through to the end," Lu Yun sighed. "Word will eventually get out that all of you possess valuable treasure. You'll be attacked all the same when you leave. I have two places where you can seek shelter and focus on cultivation.
"The first is my master's world of Myriad Spirit. If you give my name in that major world, my master will give you succor. But it's very far away from the Firmament Prison and you probably won't make it there alive." Lu Yun didn't give them a chance to ask about the details. "The second is to head to the Huangpang major world that is close at hand.
"There are two supremes on it—Supremes Huang Pang and Mo Fei. They are unparalleled powerhouses and you will be able to rest if they take you in."
"Huangpang?" Zhu Bao paused. "My father says that it's an inauspicious place and told me not to go near it."
"There are indeed rumors that there is a ghost king on Huangpang that can trap cultivators there for eternity. Mind and soul they are trapped there, forever…" Liang Ruyue recounted with some horror.
"Is your father a supreme?" Lu Yun asked Zhu Bao.
The young man shook his head. "My father is a thirty-seventh level supreme expert and plans to exceed supreme when he accesses forty levels!"
Sharp gasps were heard in the crowd as the rest of the assembly looked at Zhu Bao with great envy. All they wanted was to set foot into thirty-one levels of sequence and craft their dao palace, thereby becoming a supreme.
Meanwhile, his father was at thirty-seven levels, yet unwilling to take the next step. That was the difference between the truly strong and those who barely made the cut!
"Supremes Huang Pang and Mo Fei turned their world into a forbidden zone because they don't want to be disturbed. However, my master is acquainted with the two supremes, so if you have nowhere else to go, you can go there. They will take you in after you say my name."
The spacetime tide was weakening, but the one hundred million strong soldiers had turned into one billion.
True hope bloomed through the cultivators. Though they still feared the headless soldiers, they weren't as anxious as before. No one noticed that the previously indifferent soldiers were starting to be tinged with a hint of blood.
"Alright, the tide is about to conclude for good and all of you should choose your own paths. But you must leave this place. If you stay, there is nothing but death in store for you!" Lu Yun spoke again.
Some still had questions, but they recalled that Lu Yun had said everyone needed to follow his commands. Their lives would be in danger otherwise, so they prepared to leave with great reluctance.
Numerous rounds of selecting and trading treasures, as well as Lu Yun comparing them to scavengers, fully dispelled the urge to destroy each other for loot. What they possessed now was what they desired the most, so the remaining one hundred thousand left peacefully when the spacetime tide fully receded.
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"Using notes of entrancement to bewitch those pathetic creatures in their moment of weakness. Compelling them to lower their guard against each other and pacifying their bloodlust and greed... You are far more than you appear." A gentle yet prideful voice sounded by Lu Yun's ear. A figure in white appeared in front of him—a young man with a handsome face and a very displeased expression.
"You give me too much praise, fellow daoist. It was just a trick up my sleeve," Lu Yun smiled.
The cultivators had so readily executed his instructions because he'd used a beguilement art to affect their heart and mind. How else would people on the brink of mental breakdown and already rampaging around wildly listen to him so easily?
The art was a new combat art that he'd derived after the origin hell was established—he called it Bullshit.
Bullshit was the most captivating nonsense that could pull the wool over someone's eyes.
"If my guess is right, fellow daoist would've killed them all if they were any slower to leave. They would be new additions to your banner." Lu Yun glanced at the headless soldiers.
Thanks to Yun Yi's glance shaking the flawless Firmament Prison, Lu Yun was able to take advantage of that momentary weakness to determine all sorts of truth. The origins, present, and future of these headless soldiers, for instance. They originated from beings that'd died here. Lacking a head meant lacking a face, and thus no connection to the karma of the world.
The black battle flag was also from the past!
"I'm not interested in those pathetic worms anymore. But you, how about you stay and be my strategist?" A bloody gleam twinkled out of the young man's eyes when he smiled.
"I don't even know your name," Lu Yun replied noncommittally.
"I'll tell you if you stay as my strategist," the young man shook his head.
"Has that old lecher Yun Yi sworn allegiance to you, that old bastard?" Lu Yun suddenly asked.
"What?" The young man was thrown by the abrupt question.
Hummm.
A violent tremble shook the ruins, like a volcano erupting.
"Damn it, so that person's Yun Yi!" The young man's eyes widened with dismay and he glared viciously at Lu Yun before waving a hand. The battle flag curled up and one billion headless soldiers retreated like the tides.
"He's not the source of the spacetime tide, he's just fishing in its waters." Lu Yun took a small step in the direction that the young man had disappeared in and entered the Firmament Prison. "There's no need for Yun Yi to hate me so much. If he really wants to, he can enter the Land of Reincarnation with his primary self and kill me first before coming here." He mused out loud as he walked, "I wonder how many times I've cuckolded him?"
The furious glare appeared once more and raked Lu Yun's body. Another opening appeared in the Firmament Prison. However, the young man had changed his appearance again. He was a brawny man with rough features.
The enigma stone thief.
