I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 425 - 218: Combat, the Superiority of Intelligence!

Chapter 425: Chapter 218: Combat, the Superiority of Intelligence!

"They’re fighting again!!" someone shouted, "Run quickly to the wall area, last time the wall area was safe."

The entire Central Ring area was stirred up.

"It must be the Saint incognito! Could it already have arrived?"

"It’s an assassination! It’s an assassination!!"

But what they didn’t expect was that the local government office was even faster than them, seemingly well-prepared.

The unsold arks, carrying the various cities and families living in the Central Ring, quickly arrived at the outer wall.

A circular beast fighting arena formed again.

"What a bunch of useless people... all have left the Capital City; they don’t even dare to directly confront My Dharma Aspect."

Gazing at the descending enemies, the Saint’s face suddenly displayed a frenzied smile, "Or do you think your true forms can’t even defeat My Dharma Aspect?"

"Or perhaps you are dead? Your bodies can’t leave the grave, just thinking you are still alive?"

With a single hand raised, he reached toward the sky and crushed a One Heart Realm Dharma Aspect coming to attack.

Chang Wudao’s massive figure pressed down on the ground hard, sneering, "You’re the one who’s dead, why don’t you leave the Capital City? You probably can’t get out, only your Dharma Aspect can come out, you Earth-bound Spirit."

Chang Wudao looked at the other with a contemptuous gaze.

He thought the other was truly pitiful.

A dead person, an Earth-bound Spirit, yet thinking they are still alive.

A sense of intellectual superiority arose in his heart.

And Xin Xichen also flashed a trace of disdain:

"I have to guard the Capital City and can’t leave, whereas you ignore the fact that you are dead, a logical flaw you will never understand, how pathetic!"

Xin Xichen’s tone carried a sense of intellectual superiority, "Not knowing oneself is dead, living like a clown, a dead person, an Earth-bound Spirit, thinking he’s still alive."

Clearly enraged Chang Wudao.

That obviously was meant to be told to you!

It seems this Last Saint’s logical flaw is fundamentally incomprehensible.

But indeed.

What to say to such a pitiful person?

Just a remnant will, a testament from when alive.

"Merely an old Saint, watch my technique."

Chang Wudao growled lowly.

Hiss!!!

A blood-red pillar of light suddenly soared into the sky, with waves of air incessantly erupting.

The people of the Central Ring had already evacuated, the entire Central Ring’s buildings instantly disintegrated, turning into powder, melting into a cloud of dust dispersed by the wind.

Doukou Hong, Xinyi Baisan, Xinyi Yun, etc., had long hidden in the shadows of the wall, watching the battle.

This horrifying scene left everyone on the circular "beast fighting arena" wall in shock.

Gigantic figures burst through the sky’s heavy clouds, countless airflows and clouds swirling around their bodies at high speed, forming vortices, almost obscuring their figures.

Chang Wudao merely exchanged blows for a few moments, obviously retreating step by step, suddenly letting out a low growl, "There is a way, losing the way, the Human Path, the King’s Path..."

As he growled, figures of the Self-Transformation Realm walked out.

"For countless years, these are the descendants cultivated by my true self, then occupying their bodies."

Chang Wudao sneered, licking his lips, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement:

"The foundation I have accumulated... six Self-Transformations, how do you plan to respond, sir?"

Chang Wudao’s eyes shone with a bloody red light.

But Xin Xichen merely glanced at him, his heart calm.

The existences in these tombstones are mostly like this.

After their own death, lacking growth capability, they deploy their Dharma Aspect incognito, nurture young talents, develop forces, then eliminate and control the opponent.

In storybooks, there are often encounters with remnant souls, mysterious teachers, ancient Great Powers...

There are indeed such things.

These ancient tomb monsters fish out young talents to do these insidious things.

"However, these few he has nurtured over the years should be burned."

Xin Xichen smiled, his heart calm.

Just a dead person.

He’s fishing Chang Wudao, knowing well he’d be the first to arrive.

Nothing more than an entrance book of the Royal Family, he thought it was his first time acting against the Royal Family... yet he had long forgotten his countless deaths.

During the Xin Dynasty’s Royal Family’s prime, those arrogant guys who dared to attack the Royal Family, mostly fell into their traps!

Each ambush, assassination, setting various traps, tricking them into coming out.

Only those tomb keepers who knew to endure, who never acted against the Royal Family, never killed them once!

He had to guard against these enduring, never-killed, unknowable crafty ones.

But exactly because they are enduring, he firmly believed they wouldn’t dare attack casually.

Only rash ones like Chang Wudao would attack.

"How pitiful..."

This Last Saint’s eyes faintly revealed coldness:

"Those who have a chance to kill Me don’t dare to besiege... those who have no chance would come, this is logic, an inherent logic, it was so ten thousand years ago, and still today!"

Xin Xichen slowly raised a hand, calmly said: "Already figured out dead ones, recorded in the Royal archives, why fear?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Rumble!

Eight defense towers rose again from the ground of the Central Ring.

Chang Wudao vaguely sensed something amiss; the other previously only released one tower, clearly to lure people in?

He had already built nine towers.

However, merely nine towers were clearly far from forming a whole.

Next moment, eight ancestors from the wall outside entered the Central Ring, settling into the towers.

Earth-bound Spirits have a range limit.

They can’t go to the Inner Ring; their movement limit is the Central Ring, so they built these defense towers in the Central Ring.

Clatter!

Figures settled into the defense towers.

Behind them, thousands of ancestors from the city wall poured energy into the towers, converging on those towers.

And the Sword Fairy also sat in the center of a defense tower.

"Fire!"

The Sword Fairy shouted.

Energy from the outer wall poured into the nine towers of the Central Ring; the towers formed a circle, beams of light rotated, converging on the Sword Fairy.

"Slash!"

With an earth-shattering sword light descending.

Previously, a joint attack could at most severely injure someone in the Self-Transformation Realm.

Even a group of Sect Leader-level cultivators in the One Heart Realm, with a batch of divine artifacts, could withstand it.

But now, its power directly took down a Dharma Aspect in the Self-Transformation Realm...

"These mere nine defense towers have been elevated to another level..."

Just as Chang Wudao thought it was over, a scarecrow quickly covered the fallen Dharma Aspect at the Self-Transformation Realm, taking its place.

An unprecedented Scarecrow King stood up!

And that’s not all; the artifact spirits of the nine defense towers were still flickering with terrifying mutterings, concealed, growling.

This defense tower doesn’t have an artifact spirit at all.

But rather the voices of mad chaos.

The reason comes from a proposal by a Xin Dynasty Saint:

"The humanizing technique for this artifact spirit is excellent, but have you ever considered doing the opposite, making it not like a human at all."

"Drive the artifact spirit mad, inject it with a lot of resentment, lingering thoughts, grudges... losing sanity, it may not be very humane, but it’s also a way."

The players gained experience.

Isn’t this the fellow villagers from the time of the Three Flowers opening?

Crazy, talking nonsense about ’Three Flowers’, ’the Immortal Sect is opening’, ’I’ve become a Taoist master’.

They prepared to create a player version of the fellow villagers’ mutterings.

So.

They drove a player’s artifact spirit mad!

Stuffing every player’s soul with the pain, torture, and mutterings from their moments of death.

The nine towers actually shared one deranged artifact spirit, all chanting madly.

"Hahaha!"

"Swimming, swimming!~"

"Bro, you smell so good."

"Coo coo coo!~"

"Who am I? Who am I?"

As if from the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the lingering thoughts of muddy Qi from players’ deaths rushed forth like images of sinister resentment on the nine defense towers.

Billowing black smoke, the nine cultivators atop the nine defense towers began to gather energy again, seemingly preparing for the next wave of attacks.

"Not good!"

Chang Wudao’s expression changed slightly.

"I know you’re all just watching the show, now is the time, lend me a hand quickly!"

Unfortunately, there was no response across the entire battlefield.

Leaving him to fight alone.

...

In the shadows.

Several powerful ancient tomb entities silently observed the scene.

"Chang Wudao, truly pathetic, already dead but still thinks he’s alive."

"So is the Last Saint; when the dynasty fell, he was already dead, but held on to resentment and lived on, thinking he hadn’t yet fallen."

"Two existences mocking each other as dead, ridiculous!!"

These beings in the shadows had a sense of intellectual superiority, feeling superior.

They felt they crushed them underfoot.

Only they remained hidden in their tombs, watching eras change, clouds rise and fall, even witnessing these two dead ones, mere earth-bound spirits, engage in a ridiculous farce!

And why did they know Chang Wudao was already dead?

Because during the Xin Dynasty era, while hiding in the shadows, they saw Chang Wudao recklessly rush out just like today.

Eventually, he was surrounded and killed by the Xin Dynasty!

"A pathetic logical creature, that’s all."

Someone sneered, "Once his thinking is figured out, he falls into the trap once, and he can be tricked into it countless times."

"Only I’m different."

His voice was dignified and ancient, "I witnessed him being surrounded and killed with my own eyes; how do I know this time it’s not another encirclement trap?"

"He was tricked out, but I won’t be tricked out."

"He lost a few Dharma Aspects, that’s all, leaving it alone doesn’t cost us anything, better to let these dead ones explore the Saint’s secrets more."

They were unexpectedly cautious.

Yet unaware, while they scolded others for sticking to inherent logic, weren’t they themselves bound by inherent logic?

Some charged forward according to logic.

Some played it safe according to logic.

They were cautious, did not dare to act rashly, also clearly seen through by this Xin Dynasty Saint.

...

In the various Holy Lands of Nine-State.

The truly living contemporary individuals silently watched the scene.

A patriarch from the Doukou Family laughed, "I can already guess, at this moment, quite a few ancient beings are indulging in joy, brought into a sense of superiority, watching dead ones fight, while feeling high and mighty themselves."

"But this sense of superiority belongs to us living ones." said an ancient entity from the Other Shore Family.

The white-robed Xinyi laughed, "We can’t act carelessly, we’re the noble families of the living, we have ties, if branded as rebels and later encircled by the Saint, it would be troublesome."

Everyone looked at Xinyi, neither laughing nor crying: "You’re obviously speaking for your family."

Xinyi smiled, "But don’t you all also want to avoid attacking, don’t you? We, the Xinyi Family, have reached the top, gentlemen, old friends, you’re still the kings of Nine-State, why stir up unnecessary trouble?"

Indeed, that was the thinking of the other eight continental families.

Changing a Saint wasn’t impossible!

This Saint is from the Xinyi Family, familiar and well-understood, why take the trouble?

The Great Noble Families would almost always choose stability over recklessness!

Moreover, they are already at the top now, what benefits can further risks bring?

Strive for the position of Saint?

But it’s so elusive.

It’s better to remain as one of the Nine Kings under heaven!

They need to defend the foundation already at the peak, and even resist the rebels.

At this moment.

Everyone witnessing this scene, found it both laughable and lamentable, watching that group of dead ones filled with a sense of superiority, feeling that intelligence overpowered them, occupying the high ground.

Right then, a handsome young man from the Rose Family spoke slowly:

"You mock the dead ones’ superiority, but how do you know we’re not also the dead ones, clowns thinking we’re still alive?"

Suddenly, the sound of silence pervaded the air.

The feeling of superiority in their hearts vanished instantly, and several present once again faced the dilemma of whether they were already dead.