Chapter 813: Ankle Ring (2/2, please subscribe)

His legs?

Fang Yue lowered his head to look, and his expression immediately changed.

He saw that his legs had actually split open with crack after crack.

And from every single crack, a black liquid was seeping out.

The black liquid flowed down along the fissures and quickly solidified into a solid, like thin iron chains, becoming some sort of ornament.

And the wounds healed completely at this moment, leaving behind these ornament-like little iron chains, pressed tight against the skin.

"So this is part of the Corpse Fiend's power?"

【Yes! The specific effect you'll have to test for yourself, but the Corpse Fiend was eroded by Han Jiang for so many years and wasn't destroyed by it, so it clearly already possesses some ability to adapt to Han Jiang.】

【So you should also have a certain degree of adaptation to Han Jiang now.】

【Also, I've used too much power on the Fate Plate, and I'm getting sleepy again…】

The Fate Plate ability of the parchment was newly developed after fusing with the flute.

Therefore, using it seemed to consume an enormous amount of power; after just these two times, he had once again fallen into that old feeling of power being completely drained.

The good news was that the power related to the Fate Plate didn't seem to backlash against Fang Yue — it was the parchment running its own self-sufficient cycle.

Fang Yue tried to sense the power in his legs, and sure enough, felt those little iron chains formed from the solidified blood.

He tried to control them, and the little iron chains immediately writhed like liquid, gathering on his calves to form two black ankle rings.

A certain indescribable cool sensation kept emanating from the ankle rings, feeding back into his body.

Then… Fang Yue noticed that his Gui Value was actually rising!

That's right, just like a supplement, after that cool sensation swept through his whole body, the Gui Value number jumped and recovered by a small notch.

Although the amount wasn't much, this discovery still made Fang Yue quite pleasantly surprised.

"Parchment, if we sever the Fate Plate's chain, can we plunder the opponent's power? Then couldn't we in the future…"

【Idiot Fang Yue! How could it be that easy! It's because your constitution is special, and on top of that that was a Corpse Fiend, not a Gui with self-awareness.】

【Otherwise, why didn't we absorb any power from that little blue fisherman earlier?】

【The Fate Plate isn't as simple as you think. There are people who can manipulate the Fate Plate and take lives from a thousand miles away.】

【There are people who can manipulate the Fate Plate and change others' fates.】

【Fortune, fate, the great trend, the world's situation… mastering the Fate Plate can change many things, and it's also extraordinarily dangerous. Even I can only operate it with extreme caution.】

Fine, looks like he'd been too greedy.

But if the Corpse Fiend could give him a larger amount later on…

【Then we'll both be dead for sure.】

【Don't think too much about it, that thing… is far stronger than you imagine!】

When the parchment displayed these words, that emotion thick with worry also rose up in Fang Yue's mind.

Far stronger, huh…

"Parchment, that Corpse Fiend, shouldn't it just be a corpse? Why can it hunt like a living thing?"

This was a question Fang Yue had wanted to ask long ago, but the situation had been too urgent before and there'd been no time.

【At the level of immortals and fiends, many unfathomable things can happen. Without a doubt, that fiend is thoroughly dead, it's just that the corpse had some tricks done to it. Don't you human martial artists also often cultivate things like Corpse Explosion and the like? Just think of that Corpse Fiend as something similar.】

I see… indeed, he'd heard that among human martial artists, there were also some martial arts that only took effect after death.

He guessed this special Corpse Fiend was a similar effect.

After all, at that immortal-level tier, even the most outrageous things seemed to become not entirely impossible.

【Fang Yue, stop spacing out, it's caught up!】

【Don't look back, the moment your eyes meet you'll… no, if it's you right now, maybe nothing will happen…】

What do you mean maybe nothing will happen — don't try anything that's not certain!

Fang Yue still treasured his little life.

Fang Yue could feel the enormous shadow behind him closing in, but this time…

Internal force poured into his legs, black silk wrapped around his legs, and as power gathered…

Tatta-tatta-tatta-tatta!

Fang Yue ran as if on flat ground, his speed surging wildly as he sprinted across the surface of Han Jiang.

Fang Yue clearly felt that his speed was even several notches faster than on flat ground.

The ankle rings on his legs faintly formed some sort of connection with Han Jiang.

This connection not only resisted Han Jiang's erosion, but even gave him a sense of merging into the same current with Han Jiang.

As if he himself had become a small pool of Hushui, flowing into Han Jiang, returning to his homeland.

That feeling of intimacy and comfort was worlds apart from before.

His speed suddenly skyrocketed, leaving the Corpse Fiend far behind!

At this moment, Fang Yue's speed was even more outrageous than the giant Han Jiang ship from before, tearing through the river surface like a straight line, shooting straight ahead.

Very quickly, the giant wolf Corpse Fiend was left far behind, growing more and more distant.

At this rate, in another few minutes, he'd completely shake off the Corpse Fiend.

And just then, Fang Yue suddenly sensed that the Corpse Fiend behind him had stopped moving, staying in place, no longer pursuing him.

This feeling was very subtle — unlike the earlier massive pressure of a life-or-death crisis, it was a strange feeling as if some connection had been established with the Corpse Fiend.

As if there was a thin thread connecting him and the Corpse Fiend, and within a certain distance they could sense each other, and even… faintly sense each other's emotions.

"The Fate Plate, looks like it's even more complicated than I thought…"

Fang Yue fell into thought, stopped his steps, and turned his head to look back.

Surprisingly, even though the distance was extremely far — at a glance he could no longer see any trace of the Corpse Fiend — Fang Yue could clearly sense that the Corpse Fiend was slowly rising to the surface of the water, standing motionless on the surface of Han Jiang, gazing into the distance in his direction.

Fang Yue's heart skipped a beat. He thought it over, then turned and kept his head down, sprinting wildly. This time he had completely fled beyond the sensing range and could no longer perceive the demon corpse's presence.

"I got out…"

Fang Yue drew in a deep breath and looked around. The river stretched vast and endless, waves rising and falling, and all he could see in every direction was a boundless sea horizon — he couldn't tell which way was which at all.

Fortunately, with the sun as a reference point, and since Fang Yue had deliberately run in a straight line earlier, finding his way back to the Han Jiang giant ship wouldn't be hard.

Thinking of this, Fang Yue changed direction, first returning to the straight-line position of the Han Jiang giant ship, letting the black wheel-disc on his back shoot out black silk, which twisted around each other and rose high, finally turning into ordinary silk fabric at the top, fluttering in the wind like a banner.

"This height should be about right — it'll be visible from very far away. And with the pattern of the Han Jiang giant ship I specially made, they should be able to tell at a glance that it's me."

(End of chapter)