I Have an Omen System-Chapter 58 - 56: Obtaining the Inheritance (Part 2)

Chapter 58: Chapter 56: Obtaining the Inheritance (Part 2)

"I’m telling you, I, Fang Hong’an, am done with the Cold Nether Sect! I’m taking the Puppet Sect’s inheritance to rebuild my Foundation Establishment! Hahaha!"

Fang Hong’an roared with laughter, his expression shifting as if he’d become another person entirely. He was finally showing his true colors.

At these words, Han Mo trembled with rage. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood. "Fang Hong’an, you... you dare!"

Fang Hong’an cracked his neck, tucked the Cyan Cicada Puppet into his robes, and sneered.

"Old fool, I advise you to stay put. Do that, and I might leave your corpse intact. Otherwise, don’t blame me for grinding your bones to dust after I kill you, ensuring you will never be reincarnated!"

The faces of Bai Ningshuang and the other Cold Nether Sect disciples went deathly pale.

Who would have thought that one of the two Foundation Establishment Guardians sent by the Sect would be a traitor!

"You wretched beast! I’ve lived an upright life. How could I have been so wrong about an animal like you?"

Han Mo clenched his jaw as his Blood Qi raged, and he spat out another mouthful of dark blood. Blood began to trickle from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth.

"Hilarious. You call *me* a wretched beast? You ossified old relic! Die!"

Fang Hong’an laughed as True Essence surged in his palm. He was about to bring it down on Han Mo’s head.

Just then, a cry of alarm came from behind them, followed by the sound of something heavy tumbling over.

Fang Hong’an whipped around to see a disheveled, gray-robed Loose Cultivator scrambling into the chamber.

The gray-robed Loose Cultivator screamed in terror as he ran, "Friends from the Cold Nether Sect, help me! A Demon Cultivator is coming!"

’Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer?’

Fang Hong’an had just breathed a sigh of relief when his pupils constricted.

He saw that the gray-robed Loose Cultivator was being pursued by nine Bone Shadow Soldiers wreathed in black Demonic Qi.

The one with the highest cultivation, a headless, bronze-colored Bone Shadow Soldier, had even reached the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer!

’Damn it! Those bastards from the Blood Demon Sword Sect. Of all the times to show up, it had to be now.

’Old fool, I’ll deal with you in a moment.’

A flicker of disgust crossed Fang Hong’an’s eyes. With a flick of his wrist, he brandished an exquisite, moon-blue Duster in his left hand. Boundless True Essence flowed out from it like a drifting cloud.

"Flowing Cloud Water Sleeve—Coil!"

The spiritual light of the moon-blue Duster flared.

Han Mo’s expression changed drastically. An aura of decay surrounded him, his heart dead with despair.

’That wretched beast was hiding his strength... He clearly had the power to deal with the Cyan Imperial Armor Captain...’

FSSH!

The Duster precisely coiled around a pursuing Bone Shadow Soldier at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer.

The moon-blue spiritual light instantly neutralized most of the immense Barbaric Power imbued in the Bone Shadow Soldier.

SCREECH—!

The Duster sliced through it, emitting a deafening screech as sparks flew. In an instant, it had actually severed the Bone Shadow Soldier!

Fang Hong’an smiled confidently.

The gray-robed Loose Cultivator, hiding behind Fang Hong’an, suddenly looked up and asked, "Fellow Daoist, how are you so weak?"

"???"

A violent tremor ran up Fang Hong’an’s left arm, splitting the skin between his thumb and forefinger. Blood stained the Duster in his hand as he cursed, "You worthless mutt! Do you have any idea how tough that Demon Cultivator’s Bone Shadow Soldiers are? Talk is cheap! Why don’t you—Urk!"

Before he could finish, a piercing pain shot through his chest. Fang Hong’an looked down, an expression of utter shock on his face.

The tip of a bronze sword was protruding from his chest, having pierced straight through his heart.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw the gray-robed Loose Cultivator flash a grin, revealing a set of white teeth. "My apologies," he said with an innocent smile. "I am that Demon Cultivator."

VMMM!

The Lifebound Longsword trembled, letting out a joyous hum. In an instant, Fang Hong’an’s Blood Qi was completely drained, leaving him nothing but skin and bone before he turned into a pile of glowing, withered bones.

A stream of pure power flowed from the Blood Sword into his body. Qin Xuan felt the Demonic Essence within him surge like a raging river as his Cultivation skyrocketed uncontrollably.

BOOM!

The bottleneck to the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer was forcefully shattered!

"’Hsss... Such pure Blood Qi.’ Qin Xuan examined the exquisite, delicate Six-winged Cyan Cicada Puppet in his hand and let out the signature cackle of a Demon Cultivator."

Enlightenment dawned on him.

A stream of information flooded his mind.

[Cyan Cicada Thousand Mechanisms Transformation: A Puppet-refining technique for Purple Mansion Realm Zhenren of the Thousand Mechanism Puppet Sect. At Great Success, one can control three hundred sixty Thousand Mechanism Puppets at once and contend with the Golden Core Realm!]

Seeing this, Qin Xuan’s eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

’This Six-winged Cyan Cicada is the fated inheritance mentioned in the Divination.’

After Qin Xuan had stabbed Fang Hong’an to death, a new line of text suddenly appeared on his Identity Token.

[Slain: 1]

Qin Xuan now understood. For him, anyone at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer or higher was considered a peer.

Bai Ningshuang and the others were scared witless.

’What’s going on? That Demon Cultivator didn’t have a token. How could he have possibly chosen the same Ancient Tomb as us!?’

But Han Mo, that old codger, reacted quickly. He instantly crushed the cyan, bead-like Magical Artifact he had just produced.

"Thank you for helping the Cold Nether Sect eliminate a traitor. A moment ago, I couldn’t bear to harm an innocent. With you to accompany me to the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, I can finally die in peace."

Bai Ningshuang screamed, "Junior Martial Uncle Han, don’t self-destruct! I don’t want to die..."

Han Mo shook his head.

The cyan, bead-like Magical Artifact suddenly exploded!

VMMM!

The bead-like Magical Artifact erupted with a blinding cyan light.

An unparalleled pressure at the Qi Cultivation Peak swept through the room. The entire stone chamber trembled violently as dust rained down from the ceiling.

Qin Xuan, holding his bronze Lifebound Longsword in a reverse grip, raised an eyebrow. "Taking me down with you? Old man, what gives you the confidence to say something like that?"

Han Mo froze, unable to process what was happening.

ZING—

An ear-piercing metallic whine echoed through the chamber.

Countless dark gold cracks appeared in the air where the sword light passed.

"Blood Talisman: Broken Gold!"

The Crimson Gold Sword Aura surged, and the dark gold cracks swirled through the air.

CRACK!

The Cyan Pearl, which had been cracking apart inch by inch, suddenly froze in place.

The Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman could sunder weapons and armor, shatter Divine Soul Contracts, and even sever the Spiritual Qi circulation of a Magical Artifact!

Han Mo looked as if he’d seen a Ghost. "Impossible! I already triggered the Magical Artifact’s self-destruction! How could it have failed?!"

Having survived the calamity, Bai Ningshuang began kowtowing frantically toward Qin Xuan, begging for mercy.

"Lord True Demon, please don’t kill me! I’ll give you everything I have, just for a sliver of a chance to live!"

"Don’t be hasty. Just a moment," Qin Xuan said with a mysterious smile.

Bai Ningshuang thought Qin Xuan had actually agreed to spare him. The next moment, however, Qin Xuan’s figure blurred and distorted!

Like a phantom, he flickered and vanished in a near-instantaneous flash. With every reappearance, a Cold Nether Sect disciple fell, leaving behind another mound of glowing, withered bones.

[Slain: 2]

[Slain: 10]

...

Bai Ningshuang was horrified. He turned to flee down the corridor, but his eyes suddenly widened as a sharp pain pierced his chest.

His plump muscles atrophied, his rosy skin turned ashen and gaunt, and his body shriveled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In just two or three breaths, the great Chief True Disciple of the Cold Nether Sect had been drained by Qin Xuan into a skeleton wrapped in withered skin. It collapsed limply to the ground.

[Slain: 16]

"You Sinful Demon! You’ll die a dog’s death!"

Han Mo’s eyes streamed tears of blood as he roared, watching helplessly while Qin Xuan harvested the lives of the Cold Nether Sect disciples. Bound by the Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman, unable to move an inch, he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Relax, old man. It’s your turn."

Qin Xuan chuckled darkly. Following Bai Ningshuang’s fate, he ran his sword straight through Han Mo’s heart.

[Slain: 17]!

As he drained the last of the blood, Qin Xuan quietly retreated into the corridor.

BOOM!

The Spiritual Power circulation of the cyan, bead-like Magical Artifact reconnected, and a violent, crimson shockwave swept out in all directions.

To Qin Xuan’s surprise, Bai Ningshuang—whom he had stabbed and drained to a withered husk—had somehow miraculously revived.

Unfortunately, just as Bai Ningshuang’s eyes fluttered open and he started to sit up, he discovered in horror that the self-destruction was still happening. The heavily cracked Jade Pendant at his waist hastily formed a protective shield of light.

The crimson shockwave slammed violently against the shield.

KRA-CRACK—!

The protective shield flickered violently, unable to withstand the force. Bai Ningshuang was completely engulfed by the explosion, followed swiftly by the entire corridor.

It collapsed with a deafening roar.

’So it was a Life-Substitute Talisman. The Cold Nether Sect has some deep pockets, huh!’

After the explosion, the entire hall was nothing but rubble.

Qin Xuan, on the other hand, was completely unscathed.

If there was a problem, it was that he had devoured too much Blood Qi at once and couldn’t digest it all.

Qin Xuan’s face was flushed. His Blood Qi was as vast as an abyss, and the Demonic Essence within him roiled violently as he struggled to suppress it with a Secret Technique.

’Whew, time to collect the loot... Good thing I was cautious and let that Magical Artifact finish self-destructing. Otherwise, I really would have let that kid escape.’

Suppressing his surging Blood Qi, Qin Xuan directed his Bone Shadow Soldiers to collect all forty-nine skeletons from the scene and place them in his Storage Pouch.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Qin Xuan was surprised to discover that not a single one of the twelve Cyan Imperial Armor Captains was damaged!

When he brought the twelve Cyan Imperial Armor Captains together, something magical happened. With a metallic CLANG, a Cyan Jade Fragment popped out from the center of each Captain’s chest.

The twelve Cyan Jade Fragments assembled themselves into a Jade Tube.

[Method for Refining Thousand Puppet Spiritual Liquid]!