I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 869: Chapter 869: Returning to Calm, or Perhaps Desolation

The Soul-breaking Blade, that indestructible Divine Artifact given by his own boss, actually let out a buzzing hum and began to tremble, as if it were wailing under the squeeze of ”Lin Yi”’s golden claw.

This was a Divine Artifact!

Even Lin You, an Upper-Rank God whose strength had fully recovered, couldn’t withstand this terrifying weapon, and yet now it couldn’t even break through ”Lin Yi”’s defense, and was even being crushed into such a state by Lin Yi.

”Oh? Not bad. A Divine Artifact refined by a mere piece of trash is actually this sturdy? As expected, not resurrecting with your own fleshly body leaves far too many limitations on your strength.”

Hearing these words, every hair on the old ghost’s body stood on end.

Catching a Divine Artifact with bare hands, and still complaining that the body he was using now was too weak—just how terrifying was the strength this bigshot who was ”boosting” Lin Yi had reached in life?

After saying this, ”Lin Yi”’s right arm, which was gripping the Soul-breaking Blade, rapidly swelled. The entire arm became corded with engorged muscle, so red it was almost purple.

Bang!

A cloud of blood mist exploded on Lin Yi’s right arm.

Then, the concretized Divine Power was drawn in and attached itself to Lin Yi’s right arm.

Lin Yi’s body was indeed extremely powerful—the toughness of a Mage’s body far surpassed that of tank-type Professionals of the same level—but even so, it still couldn’t fully withstand Wo Zhiqi’s Divine Power unleashed at full force.

”Weren’t you just planning to give me a method of resurrection? Why so quiet now? Planning to play me?”

Wo Zhiqi’s icy tone seemed even colder than the chaotic currents of the Nine Netherworld. Just hearing it sucked all the strength out of the old ghost’s body, leaving him so terrified he no longer had the courage to resist.

”L–lord, lord, I didn’t mean it just now. It was all to complete the mission from above. Only by bringing the Young Miss’s Divine Power back can I fulfill the Young Master’s orders. As for helping you resurrect, I truly wasn’t lying. Give me a chance to live, I’ll take you to see my Young Master, I...”

He’d already fooled Wo Zhiqi once and still dared hope for Wo Zhiqi’s forgiveness?

A dignified Ancient Great God—could he possibly swallow that kind of insult?

The strength in his hand tightened again, and the Soul-breaking Blade’s wails grew ever sharper. Blinding lines of light even crawled up onto the hilt.

”Why spout so much useless crap? If you want me to believe you have the ability, then speak with your strength.”

The old ghost stared in horror as a huge black vortex appeared above ”Lin Yi”’s head. Black Mist rapidly converged onto Lin Yi’s body, making an already terrifying aura become even more monstrous.

”Isn’t it just a Divine Artifact refined by some trash from the Nine Netherworld? Lin Yi, with your strength, you can’t destroy this piece of garbage?”

As soon as he shouted this, whether because Lin Yi’s body resonated or because his fusion with Wo Zhiqi’s Divine Power advanced another step, their combined might suddenly soared. In the old ghost’s eyes, the Divine Artifact that had been all but invincible was crushed into fragments by Lin Yi’s claws, scattering before him.

City of Ten Thousand Souls.

After taking the pill, Qin Guang’s strength had taken a qualitative leap. Every drop of the Nine Nether River he drew in, he guided into his own body, using that Yin Cold Power to scour his flesh, while also absorbing that extreme Yin Cold Power that no ordinary person could endure, making it his own.

He was very clear that there was still quite a gap between him and his old man. Just gaining the Undead Monarch abilities from Lin You’s body was not enough; he also had to fully master the Nine Nether River’s power. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough to contend with his own father.

But now, not only had he failed to receive the Undead Monarch Divine Power from his little sister, even his Lifebound Divine Artifact had been shattered.

The backlash from his blood-connection with the Divine Artifact finally showed its effect.

A pain like having his heart ground to dust erupted in Qin Guang’s chest. The bloody sweetness at his chest surged up to his throat, and his already precarious condition completely collapsed in an instant.

With his Lifebound Divine Artifact destroyed, Qin Guang’s Divine Power plummeted on the spot.

The Divine Power he was using to filter the Nine Nether River was shattered by the river’s immense force. The ultimate Yin Cold Power invaded Qin Guang’s body, turning his complexion ashen gray.

”D–damn it, that useless old ghost, w–what on earth did he do!”

As Qin Guang spoke, wisps of white mist leaked from his mouth. His personal guards, sensing something was wrong, immediately stepped forward, using their own Divine Power as support in an attempt to help Qin Guang stabilize the Nine Nether River’s power within his body.

But with their level of small fry, how could they possibly accomplish that?

”Young Master, please hold on! The others will be here any moment!”

After so many years of preparation, at the critical moment of execution, the old ghost had actually allowed such a massive flaw to appear.

If he weren’t suffering this backlash right now, if he weren’t being battered by the Nine Nether River at this very moment, Qin Guang would definitely have gone to the old ghost in person and given him a proper lesson.

Now, he couldn’t take a single step, and had no choice but to temporarily let the old ghost off the hook and deal with his own problems first.

With the Soul-breaking Blade shattered, the old ghost had already guessed his own fate.

Even if Wo Zhiqi were willing to let him leave, once he returned to the City of Ten Thousand Souls, Qin Guang would torture him to death.

So, at the very instant the Soul-breaking Blade shattered, he lost all will to resist.

Dead either way; better to die at the enemy’s hand.

”Lin Yi”’s foot stepped down onto the old ghost’s chest.

Even breathing became difficult for the old ghost.

”Speak. Where did Shakyamuni go? Where is his soul? Tell me, and I’ll let you die quickly.”

A man who had lost all desire to live—would he care whether his death was painful or not?

He forced out a smile and tried his best to meet Lin Yi’s gaze with some semblance of dignity.

”Heh... now you think to ask me? Relax, it doesn’t hurt to tell you. Shakyamuni, that guy, had his life force completely Devoured by the Nine Nether River half a month ago. Boss Refinement his soul. You were counting on him to help spread your message throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths? Let me tell you—keep dreaming!”

”Shakyamuni’s soul has long since been completely Refinement by Boss. His exclusive Skill, in this entire Three Realms and Six Paths, no one will ever again know its principles.”

Wo Zhiqi didn’t respond, but placed his hand on Shakyamuni’s corpse’s head.

”Get out!”

The black vortex in the sky seemed to be drawn by some magnetic force and surged madly into the old ghost—Shakyamuni’s—remaining body.

In the instant the Black Mist struck Shakyamuni’s body, a vast Divine Power, like a thousand-jun war hammer, slammed into the old ghost’s soul, forcibly shattering it.

After that, Wo Zhiqi used Lin Yi’s Touch of Reincarnation to successfully obtain the old ghost’s memories.

Everything finally returned to calm.

Sensing something was wrong, Xiyue and Ziyue quickly rushed to Lin Yi’s side as well.

Yet at this moment, neither of them spoke.

The Divine Power stored in the Soul-breaking Blade had scattered throughout the surrounding space.

Even the two of them could clearly sense the aura belonging to Lin You permeating the air.

That aura was continuously thinning.

Even without Lin Yi saying a word, the two women could guess what had just happened.

They didn’t know what they should say, and they knew even more that this was not the time to speak.