Chapter 208: Taking the Opportunity to Drag Along (Please Subscribe)

Hearing Fu Yong's dying words, Du En, who was already on the other side having quickly finished looting Tang Yiping's corpse and was silently summoning the Dead Land to open for business and bury the body again, paused in his movements, shifting a bit more of his attention over here.

Then.

"……The Third Senior Sister certainly told you quite a lot of things!"

One could see that Meng Changqing, on this side, seemed to be gritting his teeth even harder.

"I know that ordinary remonstrance is useless to you, so only a forceful method would work; and so, meeting such an end is only what I deserve. My Lord, there is no need to feel sentimental."

Fu Yong seemed to be experiencing a final burst of clarity, his speech much more fluent, a faint smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

To die for a worthy cause!

That was what he believed.

"Then why didn't she tell you that Venerable Nancang was originally willing to be killed by that old immortal!"

Meng Changqing's voice became irritable, his murderous intent toward that woman far away on the other side so intense it could hardly be concealed.

"Ah……"

Fu Yong's smile froze, he let out a short sound, and this breath seemed to dissipate along with it, the aura of life rapidly receding.

"……"

Seeing this situation, Meng Changqing had originally wanted to call him stupid and blunt, wanted to say that he would not feel sentimental for a traitor, wanted to say something else, but these thoughts reached his lips and, in the end, not a single sentence was uttered.

He simply fell into a wordless silence, watching the dying Fu Yong.

And at this moment, Fu Yong, knowing he had been completely played, held onto that last bit of breath and cast his final, hazy gaze toward Du En, who was already nimbly burying Tang Yiping's corpse.

"Matters…… have reached this point, Du……"

"Hm?"

Du En covered the last handful of soil, turned to look over, and softly uttered a syllable.

"Your…… divine ability…… after I die, bury me in…… this is…… the last thing I can do to make amends…… also…… I'm sorry……"

"Alright, I understand."

After Du En's response, Fu Yong died.

Meng Changqing showed no particular expression, simply stepping back silently, watching that patch of Dead Land disappear and then reappear, watching Du En bury the corpse with great proficiency.

The corpse disappeared the moment it was buried, becoming a part of the Dead Land.

Golden Core stage corpses plus two, four hundred and ninety-eight more to go.

Du En silently sensed the subtle changes in his divine ability, then looked toward Meng Changqing, who only then regained his composure, forcing himself to appear as usual.

"Truly an excellent divine ability! To be able to comprehend it in the process of serving as a corpse-burier, your comprehension can be called top-tier!"

He did not seem to be stingy with his praise.

The other guards, seemingly also aware of the matter of the divine ability, all forced themselves—having just passed the shock—to reveal a look of reverence.

It was not just the extraordinary feat of comprehending a divine ability; in this operation, it was also because Du En had been constantly turning the tide that their sacrifices had not been in vain.

But this emotion was real, and the various emotions born from Fu Yong's death were also real, so the overall atmosphere right now could be said to be very awkward.

"Actually, I owe much to Supervisor Ren Li; I was 'feeling for the stones to cross the river' by following his example, and later, because of the help of this divine ability, I was able to maintain my cultivation speed and break through repeatedly in a rapid and steady manner."

Du En did not mind the atmosphere, simply giving a calm reply.

He had just taken advantage of the situation to run out of the area covered by the aftermath; after all, he had to appropriately reveal his divine ability and then attribute all his peculiarities to it, so as to cover up the existence of his panel and proficiency grinding.

Having only low-grade spiritual roots yet cultivating so quickly—relying solely on good comprehension would not be very convincing, but if it were because he had good comprehension and had grasped a divine ability, that would be enough to convince people.

Just looking at Zhu Ding, who, because of some suspicions, had risked his own life—fearing he might die on the spot if he faced a counterattack—to reveal this card of his, and later, after confirming it, had clearly and directly expressed his appreciation and extended an olive branch.

All of this could explain that this was a very heavyweight situation!

And this matter of the divine ability did not appear abruptly; it had prerequisites: first, his good comprehension, which was a sign visible to others, and second, having Ren Li as the stone in the river, so when examined closely, it was very logically self-consistent, with no suspicious points.

"But then again, what exactly is this so-called divine ability?"

Du En took the opportunity to ask.

This was a blind spot in his knowledge; previously, he had basically only known that it was so, without knowing why it was so.

"A divine ability can be said to be a very special Dao technique or rule, often capable of reaching directly to a certain essence between heaven and earth, or perhaps an artificially added branch of logic; it is very mysterious and profound, and not something ordinary people can master!"

Meng Changqing, as usual, was happy to explain these things, so Du En pressed: "And what is a Dao technique?"

"Four grades of arts, four grades of Dao techniques, these are the eight-tier divisions of spells; the first four categories are the supreme, high, middle, and low grades—these four grades of ordinary spells you are very familiar with."

"Are there also eight grades for cultivation techniques?"

"No, there are only six grades for cultivation techniques."

Meng Changqing appeared to be talkative, but in reality, he was not, so the more he spoke, the less comprehensive his explanations became.

Even so, it was enough for Du En to understand the general idea.

Then, as if lacking social awareness, he continued to ask: "Although there is no longer that feeling of horror, and people like Ren Li who go to the wasteland to comprehend mysteries should theoretically have no problems, is there really no drawback to a divine ability comprehended from a wasteland that breeds resentment?"

"Although they originate from the same place, they are actually similar in form but different in essence. It is difficult for me to explain this to you in words right now; when your cultivation level increases, you will naturally understand what is going on."

Being pressed, Meng Changqing also realized his earlier abnormality, quickly adjusting himself, and again gave a detailed answer: "However, there is actually evidence for this; look, the resentment manifested and chased you to gnaw on you, clearly because the divine ability you possess is something it does not possess, which is why it was particularly covetous."

"So that's how it is, then I am relieved. However, then again, does this count as me peeking into the mysteries of the Immortal Gate?"

"This, without prior permission, naturally appears to be against the rules, but the relevant regulations do not specifically target individual cases like yours, so it is not explicitly stated that it is forbidden."

"In other words, if they want to pursue it, there is a problem, and if they don't want to pursue it, there is no problem?"

"You could say that, though you don't have to be so direct."

Meng Changqing felt a bit helpless, then couldn't help but blurt out: "If that idiot had also been like you, straightforward and direct, asking clearly if he had questions, then……"

Having said this, he suddenly fell speechless, then shook his head, suppressing the many stray thoughts in his heart, becoming somewhat cold and stern, and changed his words: "Let's finish the last thing first; a quick battle to settle things, so as to avoid further complications!"

Du En had no objections, simply nodding.

The other guards had even less, pulling themselves together and crowding around in protection.

With the two of them in the lead, the group hurried off to collect the fruits of their victory.

(End of chapter)