Chapter 875: The Dirty Car (1/2, Requesting Moon Tickets)

No mistake—this is the backlash from the sheepskin parchment, beginning now!

The Rain-level power within the sheepskin parchment was never something you could use at will.

Using this power requires a price.

Fang Yue had always known this, but facing a Rain-level expert, his own strength offered no room to struggle—he could only rely on the sheepskin parchment's power.

Fortunately, the side effects after Fang Yue used the sheepskin parchment in previous instances were relatively mild.

Only parts of his heart and a few fingers on his right hand had turned into sheepskin parchment.

And now, that peculiar side effect of parchment transformation struck again!

"Ha… ha…"

Fang Yue opened his mouth, clutching his chest, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed over.

The piercing, bone-deep pain made him feel that parts of his heart were undergoing a strange transformation.

Danger! Danger! Danger!!

Even when fighting Tian Jian Jian Wufeng, Fang Yue had never felt such an intense sense of crisis.

It was the unique agony of life being transformed into something else.

"Sheep… sheepskin parchment…"

【Huh huh huh, what's going on?】

The sheepskin parchment seemed still immersed in the joy of being praised, utterly unaware of how dire Fang Yue's condition had become.

"Side effect… your… side effect… hurry and find a way to suppress it!"

Fang Yue felt his consciousness fading, visions flickering before his eyes—he seemed to see the broken sword on the ground, known as Tian Jian, reassembling itself, the fragments reconnecting.

No!

Wait!

This isn't a hallucination!

A jolt shot through him—he suddenly widened his eyes.

Before him, the Tian Jian had indeed shifted from a broken blade to a complete, unharmed longsword.

And the terrifying sword intent, previously undetectable, erupted again from the Tian Jian's blade!

The Tian Jian is alive!

The moment Fang Yue thought this, his heart convulsed with a violent stabbing pain—he screamed and collapsed to the ground, his body twitching and burning hot.

【Fang Yue! Fang Yue!!】

The sheepskin parchment's voice sounded close, yet distant, strangely alien.

All things have a price; the increase in the sheepskin parchment's power limit caused its side effects to become violently intense.

Fang Yue faintly sensed that at least half of his heart had already been transformed—parchmentized.

"Terrible… I'm turning into the shape of sheepskin parchment…"

【Don't say such weird things! Zhi Zhi is still a child!】

Though speaking nonsense aloud, the sheepskin parchment knew how dangerous the situation was.

As Fang Yue was about to slip into unconsciousness, a force suddenly enveloped him, wrapping around his heart.

Then, he felt his body rise—against his own will.

It was a strange sensation: his consciousness remained his own, the agony of his heart's transformation still palpable, yet his body moved independently.

"Sheepskin parchment, is it you…?"

【It's not me!】

"Then who…?"

Fang Yue fell silent—he knew who controlled his body: the Tian Jian, now reassembled and hovering above the ground.

Fang Yue watched, as if from a third-person perspective, his own body walk expressionlessly toward the Tian Jian, then reach out and grip it firmly.

Zzzzzz!!

The instant he grasped the Tian Jian, hundreds, thousands of sword intents flooded his mind.

In that instant, Fang Yue felt he was a sword—a blade sharp, radiant, dominating all under heaven!

The rippling water sword intent, the blazing fire sword intent, the furious wind sword intent…

Countless sword intents surged into his mind, hurling him from heaven to earth, from sea to sky in an instant.

In that moment, he experienced countless sword intents, flashing past like a spinning lantern, then vanishing swiftly.

Only one-tenth to one-fifth remained, settled deep within him.

Even so, in that brief instant, Fang Yue's mastery of Sword Dao advanced extraordinarily.

Though far from Jian Wufeng's absurd level, it had already far surpassed Tian Ruichi's standard, reaching the extraordinary realm of a Sword Master!

"What exactly is this…?"

【I don't know! Zhi Zhi is too busy suppressing my own backlash right now!】

Only then did Fang Yue notice—the pain of his heart's transformation had grown weaker, no longer as terrifying as before.

Sheepskin parchment…

Fang Yue's heart swelled with gratitude—then he saw the text appear in his mind from the sheepskin parchment.

【Don't get happy! The less pain you feel, the more of your heart has been transformed and covered—that's bad news! When you feel absolutely no heart pain at all, your heart will become just like me—you're done for!】

Fang Yue:!!!

Fang Yue jolted in alarm, instinctively pounding his own chest, trying to make his heart feel pain again.

And then… he succeeded.

His consciousness suddenly snapped violently from the third-person perspective, pulled inward, and followed his prior thought to strike his own chest.

The pain in his heart suddenly surged again!

Though the pain left Fang Yue gasping for breath, his heart was filled with joy.

"This time it's fine, right? Does it count as an improvement?"

【Doesn't count! I've already started suppressing it—stop causing trouble!】

You say you're suppressing it, but the pain in my heart is still getting worse…

Just as Fang Yue was about to say this, his consciousness was suddenly ejected like a bounce, forced out of his body once more, shifting into a third-person perspective.

Then he saw himself holding the Heavenly Sword, slashing out sword Qi one after another at his surroundings.

The fierce sword qi, the instant it left the blade, transformed into crescent-shaped slashes over a dozen meters long, sending shards of rock flying from the ground as it sliced toward the distance.

Through the continuous sword swings, Fang Yue discovered that his connection to his body seemed to be gradually weakening.

That Heavenly Sword—it's trying to seize my body through this method?!

"Parchment!!"

【Done!!】

If the Parchment says it's done, then it's really done.

Fang Yue exerted all his effort to reconnect with his body, pulling his consciousness back into his original vessel.

And his body, as if responding to his consciousness, exerted a pulling force upon it.

In just an instant!

Whoosh—Fang Yue plunged back inside, regaining control of his body.

Without hesitation, Fang Yue tossed the Heavenly Sword onto the ground and hurriedly checked his own physical condition.

He didn't know what to expect when he checked, but what he found gave him quite a fright.

At the heart's location, sure enough, more than half had already been converted into that special material unique to the Parchment, rising and falling with his breathing—looking extremely bizarre.

At the same time…

Drip.

Drip.

Something flowed out from the corner of his eye.

Fang Yue reached up to touch it—starkly, it was… black blood!

Only when Fang Yue sensed it did he realize that his right eye had, at some unknown point, entered the Ghost Eye state.

He tried to make his right eye return to clarity, but… he was powerless!

The 【Ghost Eye】 state had become impossible to cancel!

"Not good… my body is getting stranger and stranger…"

【No, no, it's not my fault! I didn't do it!】

"Trash paper! You dare do it but not dare own up to it!"

【Wu Wuwu! I'm still a child!!】

(End of this chapter)