Chapter 257: Desperate Sword, Pain and Happiness
Chapter 257: Desperate Sword, Pain and Happiness
Winter snowfield.
In the heavy snow, Jiang Cheng carried the sword on his back and walked forward with Xia Sheng against the wind and snow.
The vast plain before my eyes was swallowed up by endless whiteness. The strong wind was like a wild beast, howling and sweeping across, and the sharp sound of the wind was hissing in my ears.
Everywhere he looked was white. After looking at the monotonous color for a long time, Jiang Cheng began to feel aesthetic fatigue.
Compared to the Colorful Mist Coast and Senluo Forest area, the only things worth appreciating in the Winter Snowfield are the star-studded night sky and the ethereal colorful aurora.
During this time, Ba Jian kept asking about the two's past information.
Jiangcheng was well prepared for this.
Their character background stories had already been prepared before they came.
"So, there are only three of you left in your tribe?" Ba Jian's hoarse voice sounded in the ears of the two.
Jiang Cheng's footsteps paused slightly, the snow creaked under his feet, he tried hard not to laugh, took a deep breath and nodded:
“We, the Skyfire Clan, were originally a clan of gods in this small world. We wield the power of Skyfire and rule over hundreds of races… But now, after descending into the monster world, we’ve been persecuted by external forces, causing us to…” Jiang Cheng’s voice gradually became low, with a trace of pain in his eyes.
The painful soul in the star vein groove was activated, allowing Ba Jian to feel the extremely depressed emotions in Jiang Cheng's heart.
But this negative emotion was not generated by it, so it could not absorb any strength from it, which made it feel a little regretful.
In its view, Jiang Cheng at this moment was a nearly perfect host.
A deep hatred, a desire to become stronger, a strong will...especially a strong will. Only the despair bred by the strongest will is the most delicious nutrient for growth.
Xia Sheng, who was following beside him, also tightened his black cloak at this time. He glanced at Jiang Cheng and said with a sad look:
"Brother, the past cannot be changed. All we can do now is move forward."
"No, we must take revenge!" Jiang Cheng said in a firm tone. He looked up at the aurora in the sky, as if the falling snow could not stop his belief in revenge.
Ba Jian trembled slightly on Jiang Cheng's back. While he was satisfied with Jiang Cheng's determination, he was also touched by these words and said:
"This world is so cruel. Although it has a vast expanse of heaven and earth, it is like a huge cemetery, burying the corpses of countless gods from smaller worlds."
"Those gods who were once high and mighty in their respective worlds and thought they could dominate everything, after coming here, most of them turned into nutrients for stronger beings. However, it is precisely in this extremely cruel environment that there are opportunities for a weak race to change their fate, as well as endless resources and wealth, which attract countless races to come here one after another."
At this point, Ba Jian seemed to have thought of something. After a brief silence, he continued:
"But what makes a tribe most despair in this world is not the difficulties and obstacles in the process of growth, but the endless road of climbing. When your tribe has gone through countless hardships and finally climbed to a new level, you look down at the weak tribes below with joy and think you are strong enough. But as long as you look up, you will be horrified to find that there are still countless powerful tribes above you. Any one of them can easily destroy your tribe."
"It's the same with every step you take. There will be weaker tribes looking up to you and stronger tribes looking down on you. Every time you try your best to grow, it may seem like you have made great progress, but in fact it's just a tiny step on this endless ladder of strength. The road ahead is long and has no end."
After expressing his feelings, Ba Jian changed the subject:
"By the way, what force destroyed your tribe... Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will definitely avenge you."
Faced with the question, Jiang Cheng said without hesitation:
"This force is called Black Tide. It has the ability to generate evil spirits and devour everything. The moment our Skyfire Clan descended into the monster world, we were attacked by this hateful evil force... In that battle, the strong men in our clan fought desperately, but were ultimately outnumbered. Our people..." At this point, Jiang Cheng's voice began to choke.
Xia Sheng, who was standing by, suppressed his smile, patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder with a twitching mouth, comforted him, and angrily shouted in the team channel:
"Son of rebellion, stop pretending. I can't hold back my laughter any longer. The mission is going to fail. Stop it!"
When Jiang Cheng heard this, he stopped talking, fearing that Xia Sheng would really laugh out loud.
Recalling the past blood feuds, Ba Jian laughed out loud, and he must have suspected that the story was false.
In order to make the emotions more realistic, Jiang Cheng clenched his fists while speaking, actively releasing the power of pain to simulate extreme painful emotional fluctuations.
Immediately, this feeling of pain was captured by Ba Jian.
However, when Ba Jian heard the word "Black Tide", he was stunned.
The blood lines on the hilt began to flicker. Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng, who mastered the power of pain, were extremely sensitive to emotional fluctuations and instantly captured the fear emanating from the Overlord Sword.
The same is true.
Being in the world of monsters, Ba Jian naturally knew about the famous Black Tide.
This is the horrific disaster that has devoured countless worlds in Ba Jian's eyes, and it is a forbidden force that can even devour the laws of the world.
The artifact clan it belongs to had come into contact with the Black Tide several years ago.
He also witnessed with his own eyes how an evil spirit warrior under the Black Tide started out as a weak warrior and in a very short time mastered power that surpassed that of the Artifact Clan.
The situation at that time was that the artifact started a tug-of-war with a powerful force that lasted for many years.
The Artifact Clan occupied the resource areas to the north of the region, and the Strong Clan occupied the resource areas to the south of the region. A war broke out between the two sides in order to compete for more resource territories.
But in the process of confrontation, the black tide of evil spirits came to the world and formed a black tower in the south of the area where the strong tribe was located.
In the initial stage, the Black Tide's combat power was not very strong.
But its growth rate is extremely fast, constantly devouring nearby resources and land. The black wave ravages the earth and soon challenges the powerful enemies of the Artifact Clan.
The war progressed in a way that one side gained strength while the other lost, and the rise of the Kuroshio was unstoppable.
When the powerful enemies of the Artifact Clan realized that something was wrong and turned all their core forces to fight against the Artifact Clan to fight against the Black Tide, they had already lost the chance to turn the tables.
In the end, the black tide swallowed up the powerful enemies of the Artifact Clan, and the terrifying black tide began to spread to the territory of the Artifact Clan.
Having witnessed the rapid rise of the Black Tide and its terrifying potential for war, its people did not even hesitate.
They decisively chose to evacuate, gave up a large amount of resources and territory, and were unwilling to have any contact with the Black Tide Legion.
Even if this is just an insignificant small branch of the Black Tide Legion.
But without absolutely overwhelming combat power, the fate of becoming an enemy is bound to be becoming nutrients.
Fighting to support fighting, devouring all things, unlimited growth, a full range of military forces... Every rule-based ability mastered by the Black Tide Legion soldiers is nearly invincible.
It seems that since the moment it was born, the purpose of the Black Tide's existence is to destroy everything.
The growth potential of any evil spirit warrior picked out from the Black Tide Legion is incomparable to that of the Artifact Clan.
The only way to fight against it is to perish.
But of course, it couldn't tell Jiang Cheng, its new host, these words.
"Ahem... Heh, it turns out to be the Black Tide." Tyrant Sword pretended to be calm and hummed in a relaxed manner:
"It's just a filthy creature that devours the world for food. This sword has slashed similar creatures before."
But while saying this, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng keenly captured the emotional fluctuations emanating from Ba Jian, and this emotion was called: fear.
Just hearing the name made them shudder uncontrollably, which made the two of them despise him.
In comparison, the old man who was also at level 100 during his peak period was the real strong one.
The true damage of a strike is transmitted, crossing the endless evil army and beheading the black tide evil spirits.
With Ba Jian's courage, he's not even worthy of carrying the old man's shoes.
"Don't worry, as long as I recover my combat power, I will definitely help you destroy the black tide." Ba Jian affirmed again.
Jiang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth slightly, but did not expose it directly.
Let it load!
But the premise for continuing to pretend is to be able to provide them with value.
The worthless Overlord Sword is only worthy of being put on the trading shelf so that they can earn some money for the materials and make up for the expenses of taking on the mission.
After walking for a while, they found their hunting target.
A two-meter-tall white bear was digging for food in the snow. It looked like its hunting level was 17.
This is a species unique to the snowy winter region. It is very suitable for novice hunters and poses no threat to Jiangcheng.
"Take action. I need energy from blood to heal my wounds." Ba Jian urged.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng decisively ran towards the white bear.
After approaching the polar bear, he shook his wrist and the sword behind him fell accurately into his hand, and the sharp blade instantly pierced the polar bear's throat.
Before the hot blood could splash out, the white bear's body twisted strangely, and eventually turned into wisps of black mist and dissipated in the wind and snow, without leaving even a trace.
But from Ba Jian's perspective, the white bear's body shriveled up and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a pool of black powder on the ground.
"what happened?!"
The Overlord Sword trembled in Jiang Cheng's hand, and the blood grooves on the sword opened and closed hungrily:
"Where's the blood essence?"
It was certain that this was a creature of flesh and blood, not an elemental or spiritual life form... At the moment of being killed, blood could be seen gushing from the throat, but it mysteriously disappeared after being killed.
This was the first time it had encountered such a bizarre phenomenon.
However, Jiang Cheng, the instigator of all this, was extremely calm.
How could he not know what this broken sword was thinking?
If Po Jian recovers his strength, it will be difficult to subdue him.
So when he killed the white bear, he applied the "tear" attribute.
After coming into contact with the rules and characteristics of the player system, it is impossible for Ba Jian to devour the blood and energy.
"Ba Jian, how much strength have you recovered?"
Jiang Cheng asked with a smile.
"Not enough. I need you to continue hunting monsters. I will give you power back when the time comes."
"No problem." Jiang Cheng nodded decisively, but in fact he was contemptuous in his heart.
As a player, the growth feedback obtained from hunting cannot be compared with the impurity energy fed back after being absorbed by the Broken Sword.
If he really wanted to grow, he wouldn't need to carry this broken sword.
His current behavior is just to advance the plot and see in which direction the plot will take after Ba Jian is unable to absorb power.
There are no restrictions on hidden tasks in the monster world, you can develop them in any way you want.
After 3 hours.
Ba Jian fell into despair.
No matter what creature Jiang Cheng killed with the sword, he could not absorb any energy from it.
But in order to stabilize Jiangcheng, it had to express that it had absorbed energy, its efforts had paid off, and it was recovering.
After a long time, several monsters were killed again, but Ba Jian still did not absorb any energy, but he continued to disguise himself.
Such a strange phenomenon made Ba Jian think of a possibility.
When it was passing by a battlefield, a purple-skinned evil demon suddenly appeared and slapped it, causing the sword to break.
It is very likely that this palm carried some kind of force that penetrated into the sword, causing it to be unable to absorb qi and blood energy normally.
It is precisely the potential energy that causes the killed monsters to quickly shrivel and dissipate.
In fact, it was caused by the power exerted on himself by the purple-skinned evil demon.
But it didn't sense any unknown power in its body at all.
If this was the truth, it wouldn't even know how to break free.
Every time Jiang Cheng killed a monster, Ba Jian prayed silently in his heart for a miracle to happen, but reality crushed his hopes time and time again.
Watching Jiang Cheng continue to attack, Ba Jian's anxiety grew like a snowball.
It began to tremble slightly in Jiang Cheng's hands frequently, and its emotions gradually became unbalanced.
It didn't understand. It had carefully examined the sword and made sure there was no external force, but it still found nothing.
But Ba Jian never doubted Jiang Cheng throughout the whole process.
In addition to Jiang Cheng's weak strength, it was simply unable to sense the flow of energy that disappeared from the monster's body.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng, who had killed another monster, looked down at it with a puzzled expression:
"Ba Jian, I have hunted more than a hundred monsters, why haven't I received any power feedback? Didn't you say that every time I hunt, a portion of my power would be fed back to me?"
Faced with the inquiries, Ba Jian knew that Jiang Cheng had gradually lost his patience.
If he cannot prove his own worth, Jiang Cheng may give up holding the sword.
Ba Jian explained at this time:
"My strength has not yet recovered, so I cannot give you back your strength for the time being, but perhaps I can first assist you in practicing special techniques so that your strength can be significantly improved."
"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded, feeling expectant.
"I will assist you in practicing the technique. The process will be painful, so be prepared."
"bring it on."
Hearing that the process was painful, Jiang Cheng didn't care.
His major was the Soul of Pain. He had tried everything, including gene seeds, poisonous baths, and physical torture. He was looking forward to how much experience he could gain from Ba Jian's pain with the Soul of Pain.
Hearing Jiang Cheng's agreement, Ba Jian bared his fangs in his heart.
Although it felt sorry for the upcoming energy expenditure, it began to look forward to it again when it thought about being able to absorb rule-derived energy feedback from Jiang Cheng's pain.
At this time, Ba Jian separated from Jiang Cheng and hovered above his crown. The blood-colored gem at the tail of the sword opened like an eye and turned into red particles that poured into Jiang Cheng's head.
"Hold on, kid. The first time you do it, it's going to be painful..."
"Ahhhhhh!" a shrill scream suddenly rang out.
"I haven't started yet, what's your name?" Ba Jian was stunned.
"Sorry, please continue." Jiang Cheng said slightly embarrassedly.
Just now, he felt the blood and energy surging in his body, and he subconsciously started to perform, thinking that this was the pain that Ba Jian was talking about, but he didn't expect that it had not yet begun.
At this time, Ba Jian manipulated the rules to derive energy, which moved along a specific path in Jiang Cheng's body.
Suddenly, it felt as if thousands of poisonous snakes were crawling under the skin, and lumps appeared from time to time. The originally dark pupils were then filled with blood, and fine blood lines appeared at the corners of the eyes, like broken porcelain glaze.
Intense pain came instantly.
But...it seems I can still bear it.
Although he had already increased his pain perception to 100%, the pain was still far less than the old man's special medicine. At this moment, the challenger's prompts rang in his mind:
[Challenger's Tip: Absorb the energy derived from the artifact rules and gain +98...+98...+98 points of body building experience. ]
[Challenger Tips: Endure the pain, the Touch of Pain (Soul) gains +120 growth experience points... 】
The reminders that kept ringing in his mind made Jiang Cheng feel refreshed.
It is not easy to improve the painful soul.
Because it is a special soul, it cannot grow through hunting, but can only be improved by enduring pain.
But as the number of ordinary painful attempts increases, the experience gained is significantly reduced.
The Pharmacist Guild no longer produces the first-generation gene seeds, so it is not easy to find the source of pain.
They could only study the "Secret Book of Pain" left by the old man and learn how to make highly toxic potions to assist the growth of the painful soul in this way.
But purchasing spiritual plants is a considerable expense.
Now the painful experience brought by the Overlord Sword consuming its own rule energy is completely free, and the only thing it brings is happiness.
But the show must go on.
He first opened his eyes wide, pretending to be in pain, and let out a heart-wrenching scream from the depths of his throat. Then his body began to tremble violently, and his hands tightly grasped his clothes on his chest to vent his "pain".
Then, Jiang Cheng's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. As he fell, he slammed his elbows heavily on the ice at his side, making a dull thud, while he shouted incoherently.
His forehead was quickly covered with fine beads of sweat.
But the beads of sweat were forced out of his body by circulating the characteristics of his internal energy, rolling down his cheeks, just like the cold sweat oozing out due to severe pain.
As Ba Jian continued to output rule energy, Jiang Cheng's performance became more and more diligent.
He began to roll back and forth on the ground, and each time he rolled his body deliberately hit the ice on the ground, making a "dong dong" sound.
His facial muscles were constantly twisted during this process, his teeth were clenched, and intermittent moans came out from between his teeth.
His hands were waving wildly, as if he was struggling against invisible pain, showing his disguised state of pain to the fullest.
Jiang Cheng doesn't even need to learn how to act.
Because he had experienced almost unbearable pain many times and knew what it was like to endure pain.
The pain caused by the gene seeds and the poisonous potion made by the old man is still fresh in my memory.
Jiang Cheng's performance made Ba Jian extremely satisfied, but he soon realized that something was wrong.
What about energy?
Where does the emotional energy that the host endures from pain go?
Ba Jian, who was originally immersed in joy, suddenly panicked. The bloody lines on the hilt squirmed wildly, like a hungry poisonous snake searching for prey.
But no matter how it tries, it cannot capture even a trace of negative emotional energy.
"How can it be?!"
Ba Jian was completely confused.
It watched with its own eyes Jiang Cheng's entire body convulsing and blood gushing from all his orifices, heard his heart-wrenching screams, and could even feel the tremors of his muscles twitching in severe pain.
But strangely, there is no energy feedback.
Unwilling to give in, Ba Jian immediately decided to increase the injection of rule-derived energy.
The sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light, and blood-colored energy seeped out from the cracks in the sword like a living thing.
It flowed through Jiang Cheng's head and drilled into his pores like countless tiny blood snakes.
Jiang Cheng's body tensed up instantly and his muscles twitched violently.
The pain this time was far greater than before, and Jiang Cheng's screams went from acting to real.
During this time, his nails dug deep into his palms and drops of blood slowly dripped down.
Every tendon in his body bulged visibly and trembled like a taut bowstring.
Xia Sheng, who was observing from the side, was also surprised to find that Ba Jian's hunting level had dropped by 1 level.
With curiosity, he turned his head to look at the guidance floating beside him:
"Brother Guidance, why did Tyrant Sword's hunting level drop?"
In response to the inquiry, the guide opens his eyes:
[The current Tyrant Sword has already run out of energy, and there is no extra energy left in its body. In order to increase the dosage, it chooses to squeeze out its essence and release its potential, wanting to make Jiang Cheng suffer more... You can also understand it as burning itself to release power. ]
"So that's how it is. Where did the negative emotions go? Didn't the Overlord Sword absorb them?" Xia Sheng continued to ask.
[Any output of the player system cannot be obtained by external creatures. For example, the blood splashed by the player during battle can be swallowed and absorbed by external creatures, but it cannot be decomposed and digested. After the player dies, they will return to the Imperial Tomb Village together and become part of the reconstruction of life. ]
After understanding the reason, Xia Sheng nodded suddenly.
It seems that Ba Jian is now burning himself to help his good brother.
Seeing his good brother wailing in pain, Xia Sheng suddenly felt a little envious.
Normally, they have to pay for such pain.
At this time, Jiang Cheng's blood vessels bulged on his forehead, and terrifying blue-black lines appeared under his pale skin.
The whites of his eyes had long been invaded by blood, and tears mixed with blood were flowing out from the corners of his eyes.
"It hurts...it's killing me!"
Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and growled.
Although embedded with the soul of pain, he promised the old man that he would continue on this path.
But essentially, he doesn't like pain and has no masochistic tendencies.
Back then, people ate genetically modified seeds purely for profit. They wanted to save as much as possible, so they didn't care about the pain points.
Compared to the pain, he was more afraid of being poor.
But unknowingly, I was going further and further down this painful road.
At this moment, the rule-derived energy released by the Overlord Sword brought about a continuous increase in body-building experience and painful soul experience.
Let him feel pain and happiness.
The health bar also dropped rapidly during this process.
But as long as it drops to about 20%, Ba Jian will release energy to pull his health bar back, ensuring that he can continue to live.
As time went by, the vibrations of the Overlord Sword became more and more violent, the cracks on the sword continued to expand, and more energy was forcibly poured into Jiang Cheng's body.
Jiang Cheng's skin began to show an unnatural flush, and tiny beads of blood oozed out of his pores.
But Ba Jian's heart had already been filled with despair.
No matter how hard it tried, it found that it could not absorb even a single bit of energy.
Its own strength is declining rapidly, and 1% has been burned.
On the other side, Jiang Cheng’s painful soul rose by 3 levels and its intensity continued to rise.
Even the body forging level was increased by 2 levels.
The 2.5 sacrificial power paid to Qiao Wu has been earned back.
Just when Jiang Cheng was still looking forward to how high he could reach with the help of the Overlord Sword, the Overlord Sword suddenly withdrew its power.
Jiang Cheng’s wailing also came to an abrupt end.
"Boy, you have become stronger, feel it for yourself." Ba Jian's slightly weak voice came.
Jiang Cheng did not answer. He lay on the ground weakly, his body still twitching slightly, and the white air he exhaled had a faint smell of blood.
At this time, his body was covered with tiny blood clots, like the marks of being cut by countless fine blades and then forcibly healed.
Looking through the information logs, it can be found that the strengthening of the Overlord Sword has brought about serious side effects.
There are a large number of energy burn marks left on the meridian paths in the body, which cannot be completely healed. As long as he is alive, he has to endure the pain that breaks out from time to time.
But Jiang Cheng thought this was completely acceptable. No matter what physical problems there were, they could be solved by dying once.
For them players, physical sequelae are equivalent to no sequelae.
The small dark room hospital in the village can cure all kinds of diseases.
For all physical problems, the operation time is 1 hour, and the patient will be able to recover with full health and condition.
"Rebel, how do you feel?" Xia Sheng asked curiously in the team voice channel.
“It feels more painful than death (screenshot).”
Seeing the screenshot information, Xia Sheng's smile suddenly stopped:
"Quickly take the screenshots out of my mind. I am in more pain than you right now. You just screamed a few times, and my body level increased by 2, and my soul level increased by 3... It's more painful than killing me. Why can't I hold the sword?"
"Actually, I've been thinking about this, too. Now that I've had my fun, it's time for you to have your fun."
Xia Sheng heard this and decisively refused:
"Bajian just burned himself to deliver energy to you. He is definitely unwilling to attack again now. It would be meaningless even if I were to hold the sword. I have a better idea."
"What do you mean?"
"I just asked for guidance and learned that the Overlord Sword cannot absorb the negative emotions you produce. This is mainly because anything produced in the player's body cannot be absorbed by external creatures."
"I've known about this for a long time. There were strategy players on the forum who analyzed it a long time ago. So what?"
"What is certain now is that the rules behind the Overlord Sword can absorb negative emotions to gain energy, and we can draw strength from pain. If we add the rules of the artifact to our painful soul, wouldn't it be doubly strengthened? By creating pain, we can increase the soul level, generate negative emotions in the process of enduring pain, and then absorb the negative emotions to gain rule energy."
"This rule is perfect for us. If we can merge it with the Soul of Pain to form a special soul, we will be able to take off."
Xia Sheng's analysis made Jiang Cheng's eyes light up:
"Left foot on right foot, spiraling up to heaven, your analysis is quite interesting!"
The mechanism of the Painful Soul is very strong. The damage is accompanied by extreme emotional pain and mental damage.
It can also be used to efficiently decapitate through conduction.
The only drawback is that it is extremely difficult to increase the strength.
Ordinary players set their pain feedback to 10% in the function panel.
But they chose to increase the pain feedback to 100%.
Doing so can increase the speed of the painful soul by ten times.
After all, the improvement of the painful soul is affected by the strength of the pain feedback.
One hundred percent pain feedback is equivalent to turning on a tenfold amplifier.
But even so, the improvement speed of the Soul of Pain is still very slow. Compared with players of other schools, it has no growth potential except for its strong mechanism.
If the Soul of Pain can be integrated with perfect rules into one soul, or if the characteristics of two independent souls can complement each other, their strength growth rate will be significantly improved.
The future is bright.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng immediately asked in his heart:
"Brother Guidance, can the Soul of Pain be integrated with the Soul of the Artifact to allow the special soul to absorb pain and even negative emotions to grow?"
[Yes, the Touch of Pain is essentially just a pseudo-rule. It can be completely integrated with the artifact rules to become a brand new soul, but the prerequisite is to pay a high price. ]
After hearing the guide's answer, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng seemed extremely excited.
When the transmission of pain turns into the transmission of negative emotions, there is much more room for improvement.
The most important thing is that the fused painful soul can not only absorb its own pain, but also draw negative emotional nutrients from the pain of others.
When Caiwu Coast met the old man, the old man regarded them as his successors and gave them the wealth he had accumulated throughout his life, as well as heavy trust and expectations.
But the old man has two major regrets in his life.
The first regret is that his life span has run out and he is no longer able to continue killing evil spirits.
When his life was about to end, the old man chose to burn his remaining energy and blood to return to his prime.
Jiang Cheng will always remember that scene: the young body with flying black hair rushed towards the sky with joy in his heart, and the blood-red light trail behind him was like a blade tearing through the dusk.
“If you succeed in your cultivation in the future, I will kill more evil spirits for you.” These were the last words the old man left in this world.
The second regret is that despite spending my entire life’s efforts, I was still unable to make “Touch of Pain” into a rule-based ability.
But now there is an opportunity before them.
The artifact rules can absorb negative emotions to grow, and are extremely suitable for the growth model of Touch of Pain. They can also integrate Touch of Pain to become brand new rules.
If they can do it, they will have fulfilled one of the old man's last wishes.
"Rebellious son, if we can succeed, when we carry the spirit wine to pay tribute to the old man next year during the Qingming Festival, we can also stand up straight and say to the old man's tombstone: We have made it, and we have achieved the goal that you failed to complete."
Looking up, Jiang Cheng's eyes became extremely hot as he looked at Ba Jian.
Now, Ba Jian is no longer the only target.
We must find an opportunity to wipe out the clan behind the Overlord Sword and seize the rules of the artifact.
Even though my strength is limited now, it would be good to get the coordinates and address of the clan behind Ba Jian.
The future is long and they have plenty of time to grow.
When you are strong enough, just go to their house and rob them.
And from Ba Jian's perspective, Jiang Cheng's burning gaze was because he sensed that his own strength had been improved, and he realized how powerful it was, and developed a deeper dependence and awe of it.
But what Ba Jian didn't know was that Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng had already begun discussing how to squeeze out its surplus value.
And how to destroy the artifact clan.
(End of this chapter)