bestfiction Chapter 189 Master Wanbao's "Little Brats"
Chapter 189 Master Wanbao's "Little Brats"
A jade belt swept wildly, scattering the rubbish everywhere and kicking up choking dust. It kept muttering, "Fake, fake, all fake... I must be going crazy, I'm having a final burst of lucidity..."
The rope, also somewhat weary, collapsed weakly to the ground, then suddenly remembered something and lunged towards Zhong Ming.
"Wait a minute," Zhong Ming seemed to understand something, looking at the waving rope, the shaking cloth bag, and the Bagua disc spinning in place...
He tentatively inquired, "Are you... artifact spirits?"
Amidst the chaotic rubble, only the rope paid him any attention. "Kid, you guessed right. I have a favor to ask. Take us with you right now, all of us. Get out of this secret realm, and you can have anything you want."
Zhong Ming remembered. Someone had said that the main road here was problematic and different from the outside. These things were probably brought in by someone and couldn't return to the outside world.
Why have you fallen to such a state?
"Kid, do you know where you are?" The gray rope's voice sounded weak.
"This place is a secret realm."
"No, to be precise, it's a section of a corpse."
"Corpse?"
"Oh, it seems you don't know yet. Knowing too much is a bad thing. Just know that we are the weapons that killed it... fragments... just think of it that way. As long as we get out of here, there will be plenty of benefits."
Gray Rope was unwilling to say more about this, but Zhong Ming had no intention of giving up and changed the subject.
"Then... senior? What do you want the Myriad Soul Blood Jade Flower for?"
Zhong Ming thought, since he couldn't get more information from the guy chasing him, could he try to get it from these artifact spirits?
"Hey kid, if only what you have in your hand really is the Myriad Souls Blood Jade Flower. It's really strange. Its fluctuations are clearly those of the Myriad Souls Blood Jade Flower, so why doesn't it parasitize you?"
The gray rope circled Zhong Ming once, as if examining the boy's body for anything unusual. Finding nothing amiss, it then said:
"This seed is incredibly powerful. Once it enters your stomach, it can immediately erode your body and corrupt your soul, making you feel hungry without realizing it, wanting to eat raw meat and hunt. When you feel pleasure from killing an enemy, it is actually the seed that feels pleasure. It is absorbing souls, and after obtaining enough flesh and souls, it will eventually completely occupy everything, burst out of your body, and begin to kill countless souls until it matures."
The gray rope coiled on the ground, like a weary snake.
"Senior, how can so many living beings be killed to feed it? What is its purpose?"
"What's the use? Hehe, it nourishes the soul. It can be refined into a divine artifact specifically for storing souls. However, staying inside for too long might cause one to lose their mind and become a powerful soul...snack...acting like a snack..."
Gray Rope stopped speaking, like an old man nearing the end of his life, having exhausted himself speaking so much in one breath. He paused for a moment before continuing:
"Well, kid, we've said so much, can you take us with you? Don't worry, we're very valuable and capable. Taking us is just a matter of convenience."
Zhong Ming looked at it with a smile and said in a low voice, "You're quite capable, aren't you? I didn't see that coming. You can't even tell if this seed is real or fake?"
He opened his hand, and the seed lay there quietly. After letting Gray Rope examine it for a while, he squeezed it tightly. "Don't think about where this thing is flawed. This is a real seed."
"Boy, are you telling the truth?" Upon hearing this, the jade belt rushed over in a frenzy. If the gray rope was a venomous snake waiting to strike, then this was a giant python, rampaging and intimidating.
Zhong Ming immediately pulled his hand behind his back. "You have to tell me what you want it for first?"
“These are excellent materials for refining the Myriad Souls Banner,” the jade belt said, surprising everyone.
Zhong Ming: ? ? ? What did I just hear? A bunch of magical artifacts... to forge a magical artifact?
Is this considered self-replication of a magical artifact?
Is it a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?
Is it the rise of a magical artifact civilization or a fleeting glimmer of light in a gloomy destiny?
What exactly... "Wait, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls?"
"Ha, ignorant child, the Myriad Soul Banner is an excellent spiritual treasure for gathering souls. With a wave to the left, countless wandering souls are gathered into it; with a wave to the right, heroic souls emerge in droves to break through formations and kill enemies. It is a heaven-reaching and wonderful technique, one person can be as good as an army."
In that instant, a torrent of unpleasant memories surged forth: the violently surging waves, the spray from massive objects crashing into the water slapping his head, the figure floating high in the sky, countless souls drifting towards the banner in the heavens, the sounds of water mingling with the clatter of collapsing buildings...
"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!" Zhong Ming gritted his teeth and uttered these words, his gaze toward the magical treasures already turning hostile.
He spoke almost in a demanding tone: "Speak! Who is your master? Who is he?!"
"Young man, how dare you be so rude! Our lord is the Myriad Treasures Immortal, who has fought countless battles throughout his life and made great contributions to the human race. How dare you question him?"
"That's right, that's right, you little brat, how could you suddenly turn against us?"
“Ignorant fool, spare his life, but if he does it again after he learns the truth, he will be executed without mercy!”
The fact that countless spirits of artifacts stood on the same side shows how much they loved their master.
Zhong Ming was far angrier than they were, and he said repeatedly, "Hmph, you actually want to refine such a heinous thing as the Myriad Soul Banner?"
Zhong Ming had already assumed a fighting stance, but he quietly retreated, preparing to escape. This was about to turn into a three-way battle. If I just threw the Myriad Soul Blood Jade Flower seed to that muscular monster and let these guys fight him, I could reap the benefits without lifting a finger, wouldn't that be...?
As Zhong Ming thought this, the artifact spirits were even more bewildered.
"You call it utterly immoral? Gathering the souls of fallen warriors on the battlefield and guiding them to the grand ritual in Luotian for salvation—such a meritorious deed, and you call it immoral? What kind of person are you?"
After listening, Zhong Ming realized that both sides seemed to have misunderstood something, so he explained what had happened in Qingxi Town to them.
The spirits were silent for a while before Gray Rope slowly said, "It's normal. A weapon is a weapon. Good people can use it, and bad people can use it too. Swords, spears, halberds, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner are all the same. You can't blame your master."
Zhong Ming immediately spoke up: "If your master truly forged the Myriad Souls Banner during wartime to save countless fallen heroes, that would be one thing. But now there are only two living beings on the entire island. Why are you so eager to forge the Myriad Souls Banner? You..."
Ah! He slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was happening.
The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is dedicated to collecting souls.
Artifact spirits are spirits too!
Even a machine's soul is still a soul!
The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, activate!