Chapter 893: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 893: Donning the Skin!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

After making up his mind, Xu Zhangqing first placed Li Chuan to one side, then walked to the left side.

At this moment, nine top-grade pelts and nine divine souls lay before his eyes, as fresh as could be, as complete as could be.

He did not hesitate, raising his hand to lay down the Lock Spirit Seal Soul Array.

Golden array patterns spread across the ground, and as the spiritual runes flowed, they emanated a gentle soul power.

After the Skinning Technique reached Full Level, no cutting was needed; everything relied on magic power and runes to guide and fuse them.

Xu Zhangqing condensed his own essence blood at his fingertip, dripping it into the array eye, silently reciting the mantra of the Skinning Technique, magic power surging gently around his body, drawing the nine pelts to float upward.

Only to see the array patterns flash, the nine pelts slowly drawing near under the wrapping of magic power.

The seams were covered by spiritual runes, the whole appearing traceless and seamless, perfectly fitting together.

Once the effect of the Skinning Technique was activated, the Dao rhythms of all the pelts clashed not at all, fusing completely into one within an extremely short time.

Next, he sent the nine evil cultivator divine souls into the pelts one by one; the array patterns flashed unceasingly, beginning to purge the lingering obsessions within the divine souls.

The effect was activated, refining the talent fragments within the lingering obsessions, converting them into the foundation of the Spirit Fur Garment itself.

At the same time, the runes of the Lock Spirit Seal Soul Array followed the essence blood, gradually being inscribed into the deepest part of the Spirit Fur Garment, forming a permanent divine soul shield, also possessing defensive ability.

The entire refining process was quiet and profound, with only the sound of magic power and spiritual runes flowing.

Half a day passed, and the light of the array gradually receded.

A Spirit Fur Garment, translucent throughout and glowing with a faint white fluorescence, floated thus within the array.

Xu Zhangqing reached out to touch it, finding the texture warm and smooth, light as nothing.

Nine Dao rhythms intertwined on the surface, its form adjusting at will.

Xu Zhangqing put on the Spirit Fur Garment, his whole person blurring for an instant, then returning to its original state.

He carefully sensed it, discovering that the Dao rhythm strength had increased by a full three times compared to a single pelt.

This Myriad Aspects Spirit Fur Garment not only allowed perfect mimicry and shared perception, but could also directly drive the user's cultivation, increasing it by at least one Great Realm.

From Golden Core Stage, directly leaping to Nascent Soul Stage.

If paired with the Corpse King Sword, below Spirit Severing no one could match him.

However, if worn by a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, it could not increase a Great Realm, at most one Small Realm.

But in terms of combat, it was obviously far richer, with techniques of all kinds.

After all, this translucent skin bag contained no less than nine Dao rhythms and divine abilities.

Without surprise, I fear even the killing aura of the Corpse King Sword could no longer penetrate it now.

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly; the foundation of this killing avatar had been forged.

After refining was complete, Xu Zhangqing turned and walked toward Li Chuan, condensing a wisp of life force at his fingertip, slowly injecting it into this person's glabella.

Instantly, the life force was like spring rain moistening fields, spreading along Li Chuan's ruined meridians, repairing his necrotic body, nourishing his dying five viscera and six bowels.

Even his shattered divine soul gradually healed under the nourishment of the life force.

A moment later, Li Chuan's hollow eyes gradually regained their luster; he blinked blankly, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar people, his face full of bewilderment and confusion: "This... where is this place?"

"Who are you all?"

Xu Zhangqing did not answer, asking in a calm tone: "Li Chuan, your obsession is deep in your heart, you seek death with all your heart—why exactly?"

Hearing this, Li Chuan stiffened all over; the blankness in his eyes was replaced by pain, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms without him noticing; he remained silent for a long time before saying: "I... my wife and children were all killed by the Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect."

Xu Zhangqing made an "oh" sound.

Li Chuan's voice choked, crimson rising in his eyes: "That Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect is an evil cultivator who loves poison as his life, specializing in capturing mortals and low-level cultivators to test medicines."

"My wife and children were captured by him, made into Ding Lu for new medicines, and finally died in agony, not even leaving bones behind."

Xu Zhangqing suddenly understood: "I see."

Li Chuan gritted his teeth: "I am unwilling, so I cultivated evil techniques desperately, searching everywhere for deadly poisons, wanting to treat him with his own methods."

"Pity my aptitude is mediocre, my cultivation at most reaching Earth Grade Golden Core; I simply cannot avenge them."

He gave a bitter laugh, his eyes turning hollow again: "Revenge is hopeless, so I sought death with all my heart."

"But each time I could not die, only lingering on in this endless pain and despair."

After speaking, Li Chuan collapsed to the ground, tears sliding down silently, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

After listening, Xu Zhangqing had no emotion in his eyes, speaking lightly: "If I give you a chance for revenge, to personally slay the Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect, do you want it?"

Li Chuan abruptly raised his head, a flash of unbelievable disbelief in his eyes, soon replaced by hesitation; looking at the stranger before him, he said with a trembling voice: "You... you can really help me?"

"That Sect Master of Poison Evil Sect is a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, with vast power and over a hundred subordinates."

"Moreover, what do you count on to help me?"

In his view, he was nothing but a dying madman; even if the person before him was powerful, he might not be willing to offend a Nascent Soul Stage poison cultivator for a "dead man."

What's more, he now had nothing at all, with nothing to repay the other party.

Xu Zhangqing snorted coldly, his tone carrying some disdain: "A mere Nascent Soul—what does it count as?"

"Since I dare say it, I am certain I can let you take revenge!"

"As for the price..."

Before he finished speaking, the hesitation in Li Chuan's eyes dissipated, replaced by a look of determination; he abruptly knelt on both knees, kowtowing heavily three times to Xu Zhangqing, his forehead striking until fresh blood flowed: "If you can truly help me take revenge, Li Chuan is willing to establish a Blood Contract; as long as I do not die, I will follow you for eternity."

"If I violate this, may I die on the spot, perish in body and Dao, have my soul and spirit scattered, and never be reborn for eternity!"

Saying this, he decisively bit his fingertip, forcing out a drop of essence blood, drawing a Blood Contract in the air.

Xu Zhangqing did not stop him; instead, he signed a Blood Contract: "Very good, I like smart people!"

In fact, whether or not a Blood Contract was signed did not matter at all.

As long as this person donned the Myriad Aspects Spirit Pelt, whether he lived or died required only a single thought from himself; but since he sought psychological comfort, that was fine too.

Afterward, Xu Zhangqing took out several Premium Pills from his storage ring: "These are Flesh-Regenerating Meridian-Restoring Pills and Qi Gathering Pills; after taking them, they can quickly repair the flesh body and meridians."

"Thank you, Lord!"

Li Chuan received the pills with both hands and hurriedly swallowed them.

Matters having come to this, whether there was poison or not, he fundamentally did not care.

Being able to live and avenge his dead wife and daughter — that was the key, that was the reason.

The pills melted upon entry; pure medicinal power nourished his four limbs and hundred bones; his originally ruined flesh body recovered at an extremely fast speed, and his Qi Blood also gradually became full.

After a moment, Li Chuan had recovered more than half his strength; the cracks on his Golden Core had also healed considerably, and his gaze became even more clear and sharp.

Li Chuan bowed again in salute: "Many thanks, Lord!"

Xu Zhangqing waved his hand, then handed over the Myriad Aspects Spirit Pelt: "Don it, and you will gain strength comparable to Nascent Soul, enough to avenge your grievances and hatred."

Li Chuan did not hesitate; following the words, he accepted the Spirit Pelt and immediately draped it over himself.

The moment the Spirit Pelt touched his body, it instantly fused into one with him.

Immediately after, a vast power swept through his entire body.

His cultivation began to soar; as his Golden Core revolved, it actually broke through to Golden Core Perfection, then Nascent Soul Early Stage, Nascent Soul Middle Stage, Nascent Soul Late Stage, all the way to Nascent Soul Perfection.

At the same time, comprehension of nine types of Dao Rhymes and divine abilities rushed into his consciousness sea: Thick Earth Town Mountain, Shattered Star Golden Blades, Shrink Ground to Inch... nine divine abilities moved at will, without any conflict among them.

Li Chuan could clearly feel each divine ability, as if he had cultivated them for many years already.

If adding his own divine ability "Burn Evil Poison Body", that made ten types — simply terrifying.

And this was the heaven-defying aspect of the Myriad Aspects Spirit Pelt: nine Divine Souls and nine pelts resonated, able to simultaneously invoke all Dao Rhymes and divine abilities, ignoring any attribute's Spiritual Root Restraint.

Xu Zhangqing also pointed at the Corpse King Sword: "Hold it; this is your weapon."

Li Chuan gripped the sword hilt with his right hand; piercing, bone-chilling yin-sha Qi madly rushed into his body, wanting to devour his Divine Soul and consciousness entirely.

But Li Chuan not only did not fear, a trace of ruthlessness instead flashed in his eyes.

In his mind, the miserable deaths of his wife and children kept emerging; each time they appeared, his heart ached as if stabbed by needles.

Intense obsession, plus the operation of ten divine abilities, actually forcibly suppressed the sha Qi.

The only change was that both eyes were infected by the sha Qi, turning completely black, not a trace of luster visible.

At this moment, Li Chuan, clad in the Myriad Aspects Spirit Pelt, wielding the Corpse King Sword, with ten divine abilities augmenting him, was already "invincible" below Spirit Transformation!