I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 593 - 82: Forced Kill, Possession!

The Food God paused before the Rule Stele, examining the rules carefully.

"Hmm, no mistake, it's pretty much the same as the information bought about the Secret Realm."

Those who've explored the Secret Realm all set up similar steles to inform the Tomb Raiders.

No wonder those tomb owners curse them as unscrupulous.

Putting oneself in their shoes:

I'm lying peacefully in my tomb, and suddenly a group of scoundrels come to pry open my tomb and madly loot my belongings.

Even after stealing, they write down a rule stele on my tombstone and boastfully put the detailed method of stealing at their own doorstep.

"If it were me, I'd be disgusted too."

The Food God paused at the tombstone gate:

"Whoever sets up this rule stele at our villa gate, telling them how to deal with us blacksmiths... it would drive me mad!"

"But, our villa will never have such a day in a lifetime."

"Unless we're utterly defeated, dead... becoming the largest terrifying tomb in Nine-State."

He didn't realize he was jinxing himself.

He was waiting, waiting for a group of Cultivators to arrive, so they could enter together.

Entering together can dilute attention on each other, which is the basic rule of tomb raiding.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he saw several Dharma Aspect Cultivators also arriving at the stele gate.

Some knew each other and came together, while others were solitary, standing afar with an attitude that said "strangers keep away."

Soon, about ten Cultivators gathered.

In Nine-State, the Two-Phase Realm is already considered the main force of various Major Sects, and most are gathered at the Nursery for tomb raiding.

Two-Phase Realm = Tomb Raiders.

This statement is hardly disputed.

If you don't raid tombs, you're unqualified as a Two-Phase Realm, and since Nine-State's tombs are mostly concentrated at the Nursery, people gather quickly here.

Even.

The quick gathering of numbers is also due to having plenty of dead!

Dead ones outnumber the living.

Countless ancestral graves accumulated over the ages... These dead Two-Phases still adhere to their living rules, venturing everywhere, hunting for the family, bringing back various resources.

"That's what it means to have an elder at home as a treasure."

The Food God noticed a conspicuously weak Two-Phase Cultivator, unable to restrain the scent of death.

"This is akin to leveling AFK... The patriarch ventures daily, each Paper House explodes with equipment daily."

"Ancestral graves smoke green daily, helping the family fight bosses, run dungeons."

"Who wouldn't love this?"

"Every ancestral grave is a permanent resource refresh point."

...

According to normal logic, some easily explored ancient forbidden Secret Realms should have been emptied long ago by them.

But that's not the case.

Because these Secret Realms are vast, equivalent to a massive Sect, with countless buried dead, forming a living city.

When this city gets stolen, those dead themselves send out Dharma Aspects to gather materials and repair the tombs.

After all, the Nine-State Four Seas are too vast, resources abundant, 99% of places uninhabited, sending Dharma Aspects from a tomb resource zone to repair their Secret Realms is no challenge.

Thus a positive cycle is formed.

1. Tomb Raiders attack, tomb destroyed, Lifebound Magical Treasure stolen, tomb owner furious, roaring through the mountains.

2. Tomb owner painstakingly collects resources, reforge Lifebound Magical Treasures, plant Spirit Grass, restore the tomb.

3. Tomb Raiders steal again.

The Food God pondered how interesting this dungeon cycle was.

Just then, a lone wanderer walked up, saying, "Friend, you're really good looking."

Food God: "???"

He turned to see a Dharma Aspect unmasking, someone familiar from Xinyi Continent City.

Bai Xingling.

He was the first Two-Phase Realm Tributor when Xirong Academy opened years ago.

Bai Xingling said, "Friend, care to join us? I'm a Tributor at Xirong Academy; I always have good luck, frequently acquiring various Treasures, though often losing things too..."

"Hello," the Food God started a conversation, "Is your luck really that good?"

"Indeed," Bai Xingling replied, "A century ago, except for a period of bad luck when my stolen tomb owner Magical Artifact got swept away by Space Turbulence, I've had good luck ever since."

In the shadows.

Ning Zheng regarded Bai Xingling through a Player Perspective and recognized him.

Seems she's twice had Heaven-sent Magical Artifacts at home...all stolen from this Two-Phase Cultivator.

Thinking about it, this fellow indeed seems to have something worthwhile?

Why does it always end up stolen from him?

"Though, you do seem quite wealthy." The Food God eyed his extravagant outfit.

Bai Xingling laughed, "Are you not carrying anything? Emptily alone?"

Of course, the Food God carried equipment.

He brought some newly logged-in little blacksmith roles—Soul Pseudo-human Three Flowers.

But he feigned modesty, "We are Soul Bodies, carrying material Magical Artifacts...just slows us down, unable to fly at the speed of light, very cumbersome."

"Speed of light? Light's speed, what a descriptor!"

Bai Xingling pondered briefly and found it interesting, "My cumbersome appearance, mobility is indeed slower, much like the original body, but at this moment, my combat power is no less than the original body."

The Food God widened his eyes, "If you die, your equipment explodes everywhere, you'd suffer a great loss...with good luck, you might roam the map and recover them, but with bad luck, it's life or death at risk."

Bai Xingling smiled, "I'm confident, naturally!"

Dharma Aspects usually wield around forty percent of the original body's power.

But normally these Dharma Aspects don't carry various Magical Treasures and weapons...so they're a few percent weaker.

Altogether, a deployed Dharma Aspect having ten percent of the original body's combat power is commendable.

Yet his fully equipped self isn't weaker than his original body!

"You really are gambling big." The Food God conversed a bit more, indulged in the thrill of high-level Cultivator dialogue, then entered the Secret Realm with the assembled.

Entering the ancient town together, they were greeted by enthusiastic locals preparing food and introducing themselves with bashful young men and women at their homes.

"Dear guests."

"Our town is warm and welcoming; newcomers are bride and groom, and you don't have to take responsibility."

The storyline began.

Soon, drinking at the tables, pairing up.

After various amusing yet perilous "blind dates," the Food God found his convenient bride.

And truly.

She was indeed beautiful, a melon-seed face exuding an icy elegance.

Pairs of couples collectively held wedding ceremonies and then drank...

"Soon, we'll be sent into the bridal chamber."

At the feast, Bai Xingling chuckled while secretly drinking and exchanging, "Beware of our wives, they're not human, remember to find good items, our wives are Great Calamities."

The Food God nodded obediently.

Soon, the feast ended, and they were sent into the bridal chamber.

The Food God entered the chamber and saw his newlywed wife obediently seated by the bed, draped in a red veil, the room decorated joyfully.

This room was red with dry blood.

Unspeakably eerie.

Generally, Cultivators here must act cautiously, obey rules, don't dare anger the wife.

Even if their strength surpassed her, they couldn't kill their wives, for once you act, the whole town would collectively hunt you down.

But the Food God didn't care about any of this.

"With our dozens of deduction routes, writing hundreds of pages of strategy."

"With comprehensive information gathered outside this town, we chose to raid here for the first time."

The Food God connected the ties, binding his fate with his bride's fate.

Yet his fate thread was limited.

Generally speaking, it's like slowly boiling a frog, bringing them closer incrementally.

But for ghosts, feelings can rapidly spike, turning pathological, starting to consume loved ones.

Otherwise, the Meiling Fish clan would have long since tried to charm Embers...

Because Embers' lover was indeed someone who consumed others! That's his natural appetite.

"So, I can't slowly bind, must exert control, directly overpower her, surprise attack, Possession!"

The Food God contemplated, took a deep breath, constantly reminded himself it was script-killing, a puzzle game he must win.

"Dear wife, I'm here." He murmured affectionately, stepping closer.

Instantly!

Binding threads, casting Charm Control.

Stunned for three seconds!

"Let me unveil your head!" With a boom, he suddenly raised a hand, lifting both the red veil and the skull cap.

Then instantly, Soul Power crushed!