Chapter 225: 198 The Night of the Hunt (7) Greed and Harvesting Lu Jiao Chapter 225: 198 The Night of the Hunt (7) Greed and Harvesting Lu Jiao Lin An’s Sky Drifter Eyes were constantly monitoring a corner of the city, where a great battle was erupting in the Purgatory World at this mont.
More than a dozen black-robed Wizards and an equal number of Witch-hunting Knights.
The battle, which should have displayed a huge disparity in strength, was surprisingly balanced because those Dark Sorcerers had been linked by Mr. Liu into avatars, granting them decent resistance against the Witch Hunter Knights.
The fight was exceptionally fierce.
The building that had just been beneath their feet had now beco ruins, and within these ruins, a powerful surge of energy was taking place. Zhuang had obviously realized there was a problem with Mr. Liu, but nobody knew what counterasures he was taking.
Lin An quietly began to cast witchcraft.
The Mind Balance Curse taught by Mr. Liu!
An aureate light erged, and behind him, a golden effigy materialized out of mist in midair.
The effigy stretched out a hand, holding sothing resembling a set of scales.
Two shadows of scale pans appeared, one beneath Lin An’s feet, the other below those tree roots.
The scales swayed, and quickly one side plumted—clearly, a soulless entity like this couldn’t weigh up against a Wizard with a complete soul like Lin An.
The roots began to spread across Lin An’s arms, climbing up toward his chest.
What should have been an ‘eroding’ action by the roots now appeared particularly resistant, as they strained to pull away, desperately trying to detach from Lin An’s grasp.
But while they were keen to escape, Lin An certainly was not.
Not only was he casting witchcraft at this mont, an orange glow surged across his chest, the Wizard’s Crucible!
The Flaying Skill taught by Professor Cao and the ‘Mind Balance Charm’ taught by Mr. Liu, both lessons he had drawn insights from, were being used simultaneously.
Look, such an interesting coincidence, or rather, fundantally both are thods of soul confrontation.
Soon, to the astonishnt of his followers, the roots began to climb bit by bit onto Lin An’s body, and in the end, he nonchalantly broke off the tip of a root that ca up from the basent and handed it to Lottery. “You should have a way to graft it back on yourself.”
Lottery’s mouth gaped open as he stared wide-eyed at the roots crawling over Lin An, “What is this technique?”
Lin An gently shook his hand, allowing the roots to fully crawl inside and settle at the position of his inner chest, slowly taking over the spot forrly occupied by the Sorcerous Lich Breastplate.
“The thod used by Witch Hunter Knights to create Sorcerer Zombie armors.”
Lottery inhaled sharply, “Are you a Witch Hunter Knight?”
“No!” exclaid the younger brother of the siblings, “I’m sure I felt that the Great Commander was casting witchcraft!”
Lin An felt the roots slowly take on the role of the previous breastplate, he raised an eyebrow, “You can sense that?”
The younger brother nodded vigorously.
Lin An took ntal note of this, his gaze deep and contemplative as he regarded the others, “Yes, the witchcraft of a Wizard, the Breathing Skill Furnace of a Witch Hunter Knight, I’m using both these thods simultaneously.”
“Cool!” the younger brother exclaid.
“You’re insane!” the sister scread in disbelief.
“Ah bah ah bah~” Lottery was still in a state of shock.
Only the old accountant’s eyes shone with brilliance, “Does that an, even though you’re a Wizard, you can cultivate the Breathing Skill Furnace of Witch Hunter Knights, potentially becoming one?”
As he spoke, his excitent grew, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he looked at Lin An, “That ans, this is why you can stand proudly before everyone. When necessary, you can beco a Witch Hunter Knight!”
No one knew…
What tough experiences an old Wizard must go through to understand the true significance of such an ability.
Looked at one way, this was finding a path to the future for Wizards.
From another perspective, this granted the right to be treated as a human!
Yes, they were Wizards, but fundantally, they were humans too, yet so people no longer regarded them as such.
And now, Lin An had found yet another opportunity for Wizards to reclaim their humanity.
Although it might sound deaning to ask why Wizards couldn’t be considered humans, or why they needed to be acknowledged by Witch Hunter Knights to be treated as human… that was the reality.
Such is life.
The old accountant had long since passed the age of getting angry about the injustices of the world. He was simply ecstatic.
Lin An smiled faintly, looking at each of them, “If you’re interested, I can teach you to cultivate both the Breathing Skill and witchcraft. However, I don’t know much myself; we will have to research and experint together. This is bound to be a dangerous path.”
“Ha!” the old accountant exclaid, still brimming with excitent, “Which path for a Wizard isn’t dangerous?”
“You’re really willing to teach us?”
Be it the promise made to Lu Jiao to treat the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary as a ‘Leek Garden’, the ambition and uncertainty brewing in his chest urging him to have a research ho with a sense of belonging, or the fantasies born from Mr. Liu’s ability-calling witchcraft…
But now was not the ti to discuss these matters.
Lin An gestured towards the basent, “Go back into hiding, I anticipate that after this battle concludes, the Witch Hunter Knights will start another city-wide manhunt, and you running around could lead to you being mistaken for Wild Sorcerers and killed.”
Once everyone had retreated, Lin An departed once more, quietly entering a room. There, he reached forward and forcefully pulled at the area near the collar, yanking out the roots planted by Mr. Liu.
These roots twisted and writhed, reshaping into a breastplate.
Clearly, after the initial ‘armor crafting’ skills, they had skipped steps like ‘tanning’ and directly molded to the form of Lin An’s original breastplate.
At that mont, Lin An dared not touch the object too much, planning to stash it into the Wolf Head Spatial Ring.
There would definitely be a ti to use it.
Lin An had a strong sense of spirit intuition.
Mr. Liu’s spiritual essence and his body’s combination, even at its worst, could serve as the best reference for depicting Mr. Liu’s spirit, much like how he once used a grey wolf’s ear to render spirit essence.
It was sheer luck to have obtained this thing.
Suddenly, the mass of tree roots in front of him twitched sharply, with countless pieces of information rapidly transmitting across it.
Lin An raised an eyebrow, attempting to link his own perception to it.
He was constantly connected to Ugly Head’s perception and had beco exceedingly proficient in linking perceptions.
Instantly, countless pieces of information surged over like a flood.
It was a jumble of over a dozen viewpoints, not just visual perspectives but including physical sensations, emotions, thoughts, considerations, and countless other pieces of information that were being frantically updated every mont.
“Tsk,”
Lin An let go of the connection, marveling at how Mr. Liu’s Avatar Sorcery hadn’t driven him mad—it was quite impressive.
He didn’t dare to link too much, fearing Mr. Liu would rush over along that connection; he wasn’t about to bite off a finger like playing the Lottery.
While stuffing the tree root breastplate into the Wolf Head Ring, he began rapidly analyzing the information he had just received.
First, there was an image that kept staring at a newspaper, which could be Mr. Liu’s original body.
Then, there were over a dozen images of battles, those were the black-robed ‘Kapok’.
Finally, there was Zhuang’s scene.
In this image, Mr. Liu’s heart was filled with boundless rage!
Lin An blinked in disbelief at the litheso figure appearing in the space full of ruins—Chen Xinmi!
What on earth had happened?!
Lin An hesitated for a mont, knowing that if he didn’t transform into a black cat, he would not only be unable to protect himself if he got close to the battlefield, but he also wouldn’t have the ability to approach at all.
Eventually, he took out the mass of tree roots again and linked himself to it once more.
Frantically drawing on his spirit essence to aid his brain, he swiftly analyzed each piece of information and eventually in the dense mass of information found the scene with Zhuang.
The battle that Lin An imagined Zhuang to be fighting did not occur!
At this mont, Zhuang looked to be in terrible straits, unconsciously supported by tree roots in mid-air.
The son he was carrying now had countless tree roots growing out of his back, so burrowed into various corners of Zhuang’s body while others madly grew in the ruins, propping up a space that wasn’t particularly large.
So roots, especially thick ones, pierced straight into Zhuang’s chest, using it as nourishnt and continuously drawing out the Furnace Power from Zhuang.
This power caused the mass of tree roots to grow larger and larger until a few orange-red glows spilled into the air, clearly the unprocessed power of the Furnace being discharged.
Those that were digested were bit by bit transforming Zhuang through the roots embedded in his body.
At the places where tree nodes had ford, faces erged, angrily looking at Chen Xinmi, “Are you trying to steal my prey?”
Chen Xinmi, with a ghostly expression under her mask and unreadable eyes, replied in an eerie electronic tone, “It was you who stole my target, Kapok.”
“I’ve been plotting so things recently and needed so Lu Jiao as casting materials. I had my eyes on this man’s Lu Jiao first; you should’ve known when you tried to capture his son last ti.”
“Moreover,”
she exhaled a puff of smoke lightly, sneering down at Zhuang, “this Witch-hunting Knight was involved in the massacre of my parents! They treated us Wizards like nothing, and pushed my sister and to a dead end. My sister had no choice but to take a risk and learn so inexplicable Dark Witchcraft from you…”
“This is my enemy, and you are the one who’s stealing.”
“No! That’s not it! You’re clearly using as a scapegoat. Everyone will think I killed him, but it’s actually you!” yelled Mr. Liu angrily. “Damn it, everyone treats like this, piling up baseless blas on my head!”
“I just wanted to graft an avatar onto the Furnace within this man, yet you intend to kill him! Well then, everyone will think it was who did it.”
The more he spoke, the angrier he beca, his words becoming increasingly reckless. “Moreover your parents didn’t even…”
He evidently realized sothing and abruptly blasted the speaking wooden face to pieces.
“Didn’t what?”
Chen Xinmi’s phoenix eyes narrowed, but clearly, Mr. Liu was no longer going to give her an answer.
She clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth, took a deep breath, and hmphed.
“You definitely know sothing, Kapok. I will find an opportunity to wring it out of you!”
With that, she slowly extended a pale hand from her wizard’s robe, the fingers coated in black nail polish going straight for Zhuang’s head.
Thump!
In an instant, her hand entered, and then she pulled violently, tearing a bundle of Lu Jiao from Zhuang’s head.
“Heh,” sneered Chen Xinmi, continuing to pull while she coldly looked down at Zhuang, “How ludicrous, such a formidable person being manipulated because of guilt towards his own son, making it seem like such a heartwarming spectacle.”
“You disgusting Witch Hunter Knights are nothing but soulless wooden dolls.”
“Using your loss of humanity, you gained the power to freely slaughter Wizards, and now you want humanity back? Simply too greedy!”
“Greed cos with a price!”
Finally, the Lu Jiao was ruthlessly yanked from Zhuang’s head, and as Chen Xinmi continued to pull, beams of light started extending from the Lu Jiao towards Zhuang’s chest, eventually lighting up the Furnace within his chest.
The Furnace Power resisted the separation of the Furnace Core.
Chen Xinmi exhaled another puff of smoke from the ghostly face, enveloping Zhuang as she said softly, “You’re already dead. How else am I supposed to pull out the Lu Jiao to give to your son?”
It was an effective thod, as the resisting power subsided. At the connecting points of the Lu Jiao with Zhuang’s head, lacerations appeared, and blood began to flow.
Chen Xinmi scoffed, her hands grasping each side of the Lu Jiao, yanking hard, not minding if she shattered the man’s skull!
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