"The arm of Miss Zhang that I secretly cut off really ca in handy!"
Zhu Zhengwei lay limp at the entrance of the Daoist Palace, laughing bitterly, "The restrictions of the Daoist Palace’s gate indeed sense the owner’s aura, allowing it to be used as a key to open the door... using her hand, it truly sensed the owner’s aura."
He was making a high-stakes gamble with his life!
He wagered that the restrictions of the Saint Daoist Palace would recognize the Saint’s soul imprint to open it.
After all, most powerful beings’ abodes rely on recognizing aura to be opened; if it’s not the owner’s aura, forcibly intruding would trigger terrifying restrictions.
Yet with the seven Saint Daoist Palaces, even if no one was ho, how could he steal?
No matter how astonishing the wealth, he still could not steal it, he couldn’t enter!
However, the owner of one of these Daoist Palaces, Miss Zhang, was right next to him, traveling incognito...
Thus, Zhu Zhengwei had a bold idea.
To steal her body using the soul imprint it carried, and then open the Saint Palace.
"Who’s to bla when there’s an amnesiac Saint right beside ?" Zhu Zhengwei thought with lingering fear.
However, if this palace wasn’t Miss Zhang’s Daoist Palace, he would’ve died outside!
He probably wouldn’t have been able to reach the subsequent Daoist Palaces to try.
As for how he stole the severed hand?
...
The ti rewinds to an earlier period.
This was when he was still amassing huge funds by doing good deeds everywhere, dismantling bandit nests.
While handling logistics, Miss Zhang was fiddling with equipnt, blocking signals on this planet.
"Damn! So you’re the one blocking our signals!"
Suddenly, a bandit who slipped through the cracks attacked, knife in hand, charging at Miss Zhang.
Miss Zhang remained expressionless, about to retaliate.
"No, get out of the way!"
In the distance, Zhu Zhengwei rushed over anxiously, his performance Oscar-worthy as he shouted urgently, "You’re not trained in combat, you can’t beat this bandit second in command, run!"
Miss Zhang’s acting was no weaker than anyone else’s.
She narrowly dodged a critical hit, her arm receiving a light knife wound.
Sure enough, it was as Zhu Zhengwei predicted.
This Saint’s avatar had infiltrated the expedition team to observe the universe’s details and wouldn’t reveal her identity over small matters. In tis of crisis, she would only pretend to narrowly escape.
"Crack!"
Zhu Zhengwei swiftly dealt with this bandit, looking at Miss Zhang with concern, "Are you alright? I missed one, almost got you killed."
Miss Zhang, her expression still placid, said, "I’m fine, it’s just so abrasions."
"What?"
Zhu Zhengwei looked at her bleeding arm, his face full of worry, "You’re bleeding?"
Crack!
Zhu Zhengwei instantly swung his knife, severing her arm at the root, "His blade is poisoned, I must cut off your arm and then regrow a new one for you."
Miss Zhang looked at him in shock, dazed for a few seconds before saying stoically, "You’re right; his blade is indeed poisoned."
Thus, Zhu Zhengwei cleverly obtained an arm.
...
In reality, this plan was indeed a big gamble.
The other party had no idea that it was her own Daoist Palace, her only chance to make it possible!
However, the soul imprint of the avatar was sowhat weak, and Zhu Zhengwei was unsure if it would open the Saint Daoist Palace. If it couldn’t, he would be dood.
But it succeeded.
"The bigger the bet, the bigger the reward." Zhu Zhengwei steadied his injured body, barely standing up again as he began to survey the surroundings.
Very elegant.
Much safer than Zhu Zhengwei expected; surprisingly, there was no second layer of restrictions inside.
"But co to think of it, who would install all kinds of traps at ho, making it like a dungeon adventure?"
"Isn’t living exhausting enough? As the strongest existences in the universe, victors over the black hand overlord of the Bo’er Civilization, why be so petty as to set traps at ho against thieves?"
"Their dignity and pride probably never considered that ants might dare offend their bed chambers!"
Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "For a Supre Saint, a single restriction is enough."
After all, when they left, those Saints assud they’d quickly return after defeating a new Creator God and snatching away its power, so why leave all kinds of restrictions?
If they knew they would be gone a long ti, they might have left more defenses.
Zhu Zhengwei wandered about, exploring.
Discovering it to be a very beautiful castle.
From its style, it seed to be a residence of a female Saint, with all kinds of beautiful paintings and vases.
"I originally thought the Saint Palace would be solemn, but it seems Saints are also human, having their preferences and crafting their palace accordingly."
His voice was calm.
To outsiders, calling it a beautiful lady’s castle also made sense.
However, the castle’s style was cold, the owner clearly a cold temperant and aloof presence, much like Miss Zhang.
"Expressionless, disinterested in all matters, always perfunctory, looking at things like ants and rubbish—that should be sothing unique to Saints..."
"After all, how could humans be friends with ants? They’re not the sa species. Saints see everything beneath them as ants, that’s no joke."
Zhu Zhengwei pondered carefully, scrutinizing the surroundings, fixing his gaze on the central large room at first sight.
He pushed the door open.
Crack.
This was the bedchamber.
As he opened the door, an unimaginable Saint’s aura overwheld him, an overwhelming presence crushing the entire universe, sweeping over Zhu Zhengwei’s soul.
Like a mortal witnessing the majestic and grand cosmic spectacle.
Under this terrifying pressure, Zhu Zhengwei felt his whole body struggle to move, forced to step back dozens of paces, cautiously observing from a distance, "Is this the true form of Miss Zhang?"
"Just seeing is unbearable?"
"Saints are not to be gazed upon?" Zhu Zhengwei muttered, seriously looking at the slumbering figure on the bed, gradually closing the door.
"As expected, these seven formidable opponents, even asleep and defenseless before ... I am too weak to have any chance of striking."
Even sleeping, the bedroom remained forbidden territory.
He stood at the door, recalling the figure he had just seen.
A golden crown, fish-scale shaped skirt, multicolored bracelets...
"Each one must belong to this universe’s pinnacle Celestial Dao Saint Magical Treasures, akin to the legendary Donghuang Bell, Pangu Banner, Tai Chi Diagram, from the primordial chaos!"
Zhu Zhengwei was envious, but unfortunately, he couldn’t even get close.
If conditions permitted, Zhu Zhengwei would have seized everything, becoming rich overnight.
After all, the Great Saints, the Jade Emperor, the Human Emperor Li Shimin, what makes them so powerful? It’s not only their rule over domains but also their plundered array of top-tier Magical Treasures!
It’s a matter of who has deeper foundations, who’s richer.
If he took all her equipnt, with his 90% blank stats, assuming he could use half the power, he might instantly beco the strongest Near Saint, capable of beating the Jade Emperor easily.
What a pity...
Zhu Zhengwei glanced at the bedroom, full of regret, "The best items are probably in that bedside table she had, most likely so top-tier personal treasures."
"But, other rooms might have good things too."
He turned lightly, leaving the Saint’s bedroom filled with the most treasures and the sleeping Saint without a trace of hesitation.
Zhu Zhengwei clearly understood that one must know how to make choices.
The world’s balance is absolute.
A weak person forcefully trying to obtain things that don’t belong to him will only lead to ruin.
"But everything outside her bedroom in the entire Daoist Palace is mine."
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