The Greatest System With 100 Million Life Prizes
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Chapter 89: Poor Mo Chen
The black fog continued to thicken, becoming denser than before.
Eventually, the fog formed a human form.
"Oh, it's just a contract between the two of you with your main soul," said the Three-Eyed Tiger, as it smoothed its white fur. Now that the black fog had become Jiang Cheng's subordinate, his status was higher than before, and he didn't even care anymore.
"You, you treacherous demon tiger! I trusted you so much in vain!"
He's not a fool. The contract could only be contacted by those who were in the Heavenly Fate Realm.
It must have been something that the Three Eyes Tiger had taught them during their communication.
"You betrayed me!"
The black fog went crazy. If not for his current weakened state, he would have definitely jumped forward and tried to eliminate the old tiger.
"It shouldn't be so you say it," said the Three Eyes Tiger.
"The truth is, you get something out of this. Because of the contract with him, your divine soul has recovered significantly, and you are no longer oppressed by the rules of human nature. Your condition is even better than before."
"From this point of view, you should be thanking me."
"But the Cursed March does not do good deeds by expecting something in return. Remember that."
As a Bi King who stood on equal footing with Brother Cheng, the Three Eyes Tiger's words were enough to drive someone crazy.
"You, you..."
If he had a physical body, the black fog might be so furious that it belched blood.
"Enough, now you understand your situation."
"What to do next, you know better."
If Jiang Cheng had not completely conquered it, he would not have kept it. Although he himself was not afraid of death, the other disciples were afraid, and he would not leave any hidden dangers within the Feixian Sect.
The black fog remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.
"Do I have any other choice?"
To become a god, one did not know how many years their life was. They were no longer impulsive youngsters from the past and understood the way of the world.
Jiang Cheng was satisfied with this change in attitude.
"Don't worry, as long as you don't make trouble, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll give you enough respect."
"Thank you!"
The human form that resulted from the black fog slightly bent down, letting out a sigh of relief.
He knew that Jiang Cheng had no reason to make this promise.
If others obtained traces of his soul, their fate would suffer greatly.
Respect and such things do not exist.
"Okay, let's talk about your background."
"How did you get to my Feixian Sect?"
The black fog sighed again, as if expressing a tumultuous universe.
"It all started with a great battle between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago. At that moment, the Eastern Sky Region was trying to absorb..."
But Jiang Cheng could not continue listening after the first sentence.
Can you focus on an important point that people can understand? He had no interest in ancient god and demon battles that had no relevance to him.
"Stop, stop, get to the point. First of all, what's your name?"
"Cough, alright, my immortal name is Mo Chen, and I have a title called the Urgent Dark Immortal Venerable."
What Dark Immortal title is that. Jiang Cheng glanced at him skeptically and doubted whether he was just boasting.
Since this fellow spoke with hesitation earlier, it was clear he was exaggerating himself. Most likely he has a good reputation.
"So, how can a god end up here?"
"Aarang gods and demons attacked each other, causing many casualties. I also participated in the battle and was severely injured by a group of demon followers. Almost died there."
Mo Chen sighed. "During that great battle, such a powerful vibration created a gap in the barrier between the god realm and the human realm. I used that opportunity to escape with my divine soul."
"And after that? It's been thousands of years, why are you still here?"
"When my divine soul descended, it was oppressed by the rules, and my main soul imprint was released at that very instant."
Both Jiang Cheng and the Three Eyes Tiger looked at him with mixed expressions, their faces showing subtle changes.
Brother Cheng, it looks like you mentioned the word "devil" earlier. Are you trying to fool us because you think we can't hear very well?
The situation became awkward for a moment.
Mo Chen's black fog, which turned into a human form, floated silently in place, remaining silent.
After a minute of silence, he seemed to recover.
"Do you think I'm a follower of the devil?"
Followers of the devil often act nosy and evil. Any normal cultivator who heard these two words would keep his distance and even hate him.
"Hahaha, how is that possible? I, this old man, am a very orthodox cultivator, part of the faction of the Heavenly Sect!"
"If you don't believe me, go ask about me in the god realm. The name of the Dark Venerable Immortal Mo Chen was praised wherever I went!"
We can't go to the god realm, so how can we ask? It all depends on how you want to fake it.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the Three Eyes Tiger still did not believe him, in his anxiety, Mo Chen shouted to prove his innocence.
"I really can't reconcile with the devil's followers!"
The Three Eyes Tiger raised an eyebrow. "really?"
(Late of this chapter)
There! I've always hated the devil in this life. When I see one, I kill one; when I see a group, I kill all of them!"
"Since my youth, I have made a great vow to myself. I will dedicate this life to exterminating the demon processor..."
Mo Chen spoke excitedly and firmly.
Jiang Cheng could not bear to look further. "Brother, you've been exposed. It is without principle for you to betray your own faction just to hide your identity."
Looks like you've done a lot of shameless things in the past, haven't you?
"Enough, enough. I don't care if you're a demon processor or an immortal processor. I only care about the demon weapon, the Blood Drunken Demon Sword."
"It is the eternal sword, the eternal treasure..."
Mo Chen tried to justify it.
"Actually, you've seen it before. It was the war loot you obtained from the Duanmu family."
Blood Drunk Demon Sword? A seventh level spiritual weapon? The treasure of the Duanmu family's ancestor?
To be honest, Jiang Cheng did not pay much attention to him after he recaptured it. First, he did not use a knife, and secondly, he felt that the red-colored sword was rather unpleasant.
He did not think that this thing was actually an eternal treasure. Only after a detailed explanation did he understand the whole story.
After escaping into the mortal world many years ago, Mo Chen's remaining spirit hid within the Blood Drunken Demon Sword.
Since he lost the main mark of his soul and was oppressed by the rules of the mortal world, he could not appear in the outside world. Instead, his soul would easily be scattered.
He could only rely on the absorption of the essence and soul of the demon processor within the Blood Drunken Demon Sword to endure with great difficulty.
Time passed, and thousands of years passed. As he continued to absorb the soul of the demon processor, the level of the Blood Drunken Demon Sword gradually decreased.
Finally, he descended from the status of an immortal treasure to an eighth level spiritual weapon.
The essence within the sword was exhausted, and he himself did not have many years left to live.
However, it was at that moment that the Blood Drunken Demon Sword was coincidentally obtained by the ancestor of the Duanmu family.
The Duanmu Family considered him a priceless treasure and relied on this spiritual weapon to rise as one of the Twin Sovereigns in the Qinglan Region.
It was only after this weapon dropped level again did they realize something was amiss.
The Duanmu family thought this weapon was broken after use, whereas they did not know that there was an immortal living in it, continuing to absorb the last trace of essence from the weapon.
After that, the Duanmu family nurtured it in a blood rezervoir, maintaining its stability while at the seventh level.
Meanwhile, Mo Chen's weak remaining spirit was unable to resist the rules of the mortal world and did not care to appear. They are free to do whatever they like.
The blood rezervoir had a very weak effect on him, only allowing him to survive.
After Jiang Cheng brought the Blood Drunken Demon Sword into the Feixian stream this time, he left it in the treasure room without paying too much attention to it.
In the beginning, without a rezervoir of blood, Mo Chen would not live long anymore. However, the Feixian Stream had a demonic beast, the Three Eyes Tiger, whose strength far exceeded that of the Duanmu family. He sensed the aura of the Blood Drunken Demon Sword, which clearly surpassed the mortal world.
So, he stole the spiritual weapon and after investigating it, Mo Chen could no longer hide himself.
(Chapter completed)(Late of this chapter)