Chapter 938 - 874: Qi Fortune Is What the Heavenly Dao Left Behind

Han Yu looked helpless.

The First Hall wore a smile.

Their expressions were a stark contrast.

"Last time you interrupted me, logically speaking, I should beat you within an inch of your life before having a proper conversation."

Han Yu broke out in cold sweat, thinking the other was ready to renege, but fortunately, the First Hall changed the subject. Otherwise, he was prepared to resist desperately.

"However, if we have a pleasant chat later, I might just let you go."

The First Hall chuckled as he spoke.

Damn!

Do I have to coax you too?

Han Yu looked like he had swallowed a fly, especially facing such an ancient old coot, he now had to cheer him up.

"You go first! What do you really want?"

If they can talk, then talk. If not, then when it’s time to risk everything, it’s all bets off.

The First Hall’s gaze suddenly turned eerie, the way he scrutinized Han Yu felt unnerving.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly grow heavy.

Moreover, the other’s aura became unfathomable, and Han Yu couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

Truly different from Di Liuxin and the others.

Just this sense of oppression—it’s something Di Liuxin and they could never possess.

Previously, separated by a world, Han Yu couldn’t feel it, but now facing him, the other’s aura spread, making him truly sense the horror.

An upper position exerting absolute control on a lower one.

The weakest yet most direct use of Qi Fortune.

At the same level, it’s not very useful, but the strong oppressing the weak is absolute.

Simply by releasing his Qi, Han Yu knew he couldn’t escape the other’s grasp no matter what.

Could the First Hall be this terrifying?

"Don’t compare me with those useless people; I’m the only disciple of the Supreme, unlike those wastes."

The First Hall clearly saw what Han Yu was thinking and suddenly laughed.

Han Yu realized why the other could use a sacred artifact to span the world and save Jiu You, highlighting the difference in strength.

"What do you want to talk about then? Are you still trying to pull me into the Yama Hall?"

Han Yu remembered the conditions the other once mentioned and noticed he still hadn’t given up.

The First Hall had a strange expression, as if recalling something, shaking his head.

"No, joining is out of the question, I already regret it. You should use your talents where they’re most effective."

It was the first time Han Yu heard someone rate him so highly, he couldn’t resist asking.

"What kind of talents?"

The other gave a strange smile, speaking calmly, "Naturally, to be a proper troublemaker."

To him, Han Yu’s appearance was for causing chaos, not just among them, but also within the Celestial Dao Sect.

This was likely his true purpose.

This guy, single-handedly, almost worry-free, churned trouble for both sides, repeatedly disrupting their plans.

One must say it’s uncanny.

More importantly, his appearance seems to be intentionally arranged by the Heavenly Dao.

"Do you know you are a pawn of the Heavenly Dao?"

That’s how he probed.

Han Yu shook his head, everyone said he was the Heavenly Dao’s pawn.

But from start to finish, he hadn’t seen any arrangements by the Heavenly Dao affecting him.

If talking about Ping, it would hardly make sense, because it defies logic.

Though Ping greatly assists him, fundamentally, he’s the one nourishing Ping, or in other words, it’s him driving everything.

And not Ping driving events.

If that’s the case, isn’t the Heavenly Dao gambling big time!

Betting on whether he can climb up by relying on the rules of Ping and Artifact Spirit?

"What if I say I don’t know, would you believe it?"

This sort of reply was nonsensical, but the most nonsensical part was that the other actually believed him.

The First Hall nodded, speaking earnestly.

"The Heavenly Dao’s plans are inherently unpredictable; you not knowing is normal."

"How about we make a deal?"

Then the First Hall slowly spoke.

He could let Han Yu go, but naturally, there were reasons; otherwise, how could he possibly let him go so easily?

Han Yu wasn’t willing to collaborate deeply with either side, neither of them had anything good, siding with one ultimately harmed the Central Continent.

The First Hall was confident, smiling, "You’ll definitely agree."

Threat?

Han Yu’s first thought was this, and he couldn’t help but be on guard.

"Don’t rush to reject, first hear what I can offer."

"I guess, these Qi Fortunes are likely left by the Heavenly Dao for you, and you’d want them, wouldn’t you?"

The First Hall’s words immediately changed Han Yu’s expression.

The other not only saw the immense use of Qi Fortune to him, but indirectly gave him a highly informative speculation.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, communication with the Artifact Spirit was already frantic.

Mainly because the other’s speculation was overly exaggerated.

"What do you think?"

Han Yu also asked the Artifact Spirit.

"It’s possible, and highly likely."

The Artifact Spirit wore a solemn expression because it also believed so.

When the Celestial Dao Sect and Yama Hall partitioned the land, the Heavenly Dao did nothing, except suppressing Qi Fortune, not allowing either side to use it easily.

Then coincidentally, the Glazed Bottle on Han Yu had the greatest function of reviving itself with Qi Fortune, strengthening Han Yu.

How could such coincidences be, claiming it wasn’t deliberate leaves no one convinced.

Knowing the Qi Fortune of these two sides surpassed Central Continent by countless times, even when Han Yu casually exploited Celestial Dao Sect, the volume was several times the usual painstaking efforts.

"Maybe the last twenty percent of Ping’s revival has to be placed on the Celestial Dao Sect and this small world."

The Artifact Spirit guessed, or perhaps it wasn’t guessing anymore; the vast resources Ping required could only be obtained from these two sides.

The First Hall had already started speaking again.

"So, how about I give you the Enlightenment Forest here?"

"What?"

Han Yu was afraid he misheard, what did the other mean?

Giving him all the Qi Fortune here?

Either he heard wrong, or the other was insane.

Knowing he sided with the Heavenly Dao, yet intentionally gifting him Qi Fortune?

Han Yu wasn’t eager to accept; abnormal conditions must conceal mischief.

He couldn’t truly believe the other was crazy; nor could the other truly be foolish.

Then there was only one possibility: the conditions were so high, there must be a deadly situation waiting for him.

After speaking, the First Hall seemed to continue conversing with himself.

"You likely have no choice: either take the Qi Fortune and cooperate, or perish here."

Crikey!

Han Yu’s face turned green instantly; he forgot that part, now trapped under the eaves, as if he had no options.

He gave a wry smile, shaking his head, "Then tell me first, why give me Qi Fortune."

"If you don’t say, it’s too hot to handle."

The First Hall pointed a finger at the void, a millstone suddenly appeared, hanging in the void as if it could cover everything.

Upon first seeing the true form of the millstone, Han Yu’s heart thudded.

The vast aura descended from above; just slightly sensing it revealed the terrifying power contained within.

Such things emanate from Heavenly Dao’s sacred artifact?

"I want to send the sacred artifact to Central Continent."

After the other’s first sentence, Han Yu immediately refused.

"I can never help you with that."

It stands to reason the other offers such a big prize, requiring him to do something for the goal.

But his words led the First Hall to laugh mockingly.

"You’re not even qualified to help me."

As he spoke, a massive aura swept over, the void above the millstone became pitch-black, and lightning and thunder rang out.

Such mastery over celestial phenomena at his whim.

Han Yu was instantly speechless.

Indeed, perhaps he wasn’t even fit to help him.

"I want you..."