Chapter 631 - 392: Ghoul Trait

Chapter 631: Chapter 392: Ghoul Trait

A hand landed on the trench-coated man’s right hand and flicked lightly.

Instantly, the Wisdom-Eroding Sword was knocked from his grasp.

Without the Wisdom-Eroding Sword to unleash his body’s potential,

the trench-coated man’s breathing grew faint, his eyes bulged wide, and his Body stiffened.

’Hmm... What a Demon Sword.’

This sword seemed to pick and choose its master. Earlier in the evening, he hadn’t felt anything special holding the Wisdom-Eroding Sword.

But now, having just absorbed the trench-coated man’s Life Force, it acted extremely agitated in Han Ning’s hand. The hilt pulsed with bloodthirsty, frenzied emotions, trying to corrupt his mind.

But this wisp of frenzied, negative emotion was utterly defenseless against Han Ning’s Profound Moon-quality Spiritual Power.

He easily shook off Wisdom-Eroding’s negative influence and summoned his panel.

[

Item Name: Demon Sword Wisdom-Eroding (Replica)

Rarity: Extraordinary

Introduction: A replica created using fragments of the Demon Sword Wisdom-Eroding. Possesses significant side effects.

]

’This is just a replica? Then the real Wisdom-Eroding must be Tier Five or higher.’

Han Ning wasn’t an Extraordinary Being who fought with his physical body, so the sword was useless to him.

He immediately tried to have the panel absorb the Energy within it.

[The Wisdom-Eroding (Replica) possesses a trace of sentience. Its spirit must be destroyed before it can be absorbed.]

Seeing this, Han Ning sent his spirit probing into the Wisdom-Eroding Sword.

An Illusion Realm—a Corpse Mountain and a sea of blood—assaulted his senses.

But having been tempered by the Illusion Realms of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, he faced such a minor spectacle without a single change in expression.

His Spiritual Power casually formed a blade and began to viciously shred the sword’s interior.

In an instant, the entire Illusion Realm vanished.

The entire sword began to glow with a faint blue halo, then started showing signs of weathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the gleaming Demon Sword, once filled with killing intent,

had turned into a piece of scrap iron that even a junkyard wouldn’t take.

[Energy +207]

In his current circumstances, 207 points of Energy was a considerable sum.

Han Ning thought for a moment and decided to put all this Energy into Egg Pancake.

Egg Pancake had been fighting alongside him for a long time and was rich in combat experience. Upgrading its power would yield the best results.

The 207 points of Energy converted to roughly 70 Attribute Points, which were distributed between Egg Pancake’s Body and Spiritual Energy.

A wave of cold air surged forth.

Egg Pancake’s power successfully rose to Awakening II.

With its increased Water Type affinity, Egg Pancake’s comprehension of the Water Element seemed to reach a new level.

Chilling air surged from its body as it began using its Awakening Level power to do something only a Lord Level Soul Beast should be able to: compress Spiritual Energy.

The powerful physique granted by its Dragon Power gave its Body the rudimentary capacity to withstand the torrent of Spiritual Energy.

THUMP!

A series of muffled thumps, like something piercing through flesh, rang out.

Four delicate little claws, trailing thin streams of blood, emerged from Egg Pancake’s abdomen.

The highly compressed Water Type Spiritual Energy was absorbed into its Body.

This propelled its power once again, letting it leap from Awakening II all the way to Awakening IV, only stopping when its Body could no longer bear the strain.

"Haaa..."

An icy aura permeated the silent, ancient streets.

A Frost Flood Dragon, over 20 meters long and wreathed in clouds and mist, coiled in mid-air.

Egg Pancake proudly held its head high.

’It’s back! This incredible power... a little bit of it is back!’

Li Changxi stared blankly at the scene, his Adam’s apple bobbing unconsciously.

"Awoo~"

Frost Jade looked at Egg Pancake’s majestic form, then glanced down at its own fluffy, puppy-sized body. A flicker of longing appeared in its eyes.

"Coo~"

Little Fatty Silkworm tilted its head. What Egg Pancake Gege had just done clearly gave it an idea.

It tried to gather the Dark Element, compress its Spiritual Energy, and break through its own physical limitations.

The result...

POP POP POP!

Its sturdy chest and bird-like legs burst like overfilled water balloons.

Thin streams of blood spurted out.

"COO!!"

Seeing this, Little Fatty Silkworm was too scared to compress its Energy any further.

’Little Fatty Silkworm, your Body might look sturdy, but it doesn’t have enough resistance to Spiritual Energy. Once I’ve gathered some more Energy, I’ll help you strengthen it.’

Han Ning’s spiritual scan immediately detected the anomaly, and he quickly sent a mental message to comfort it.

"Coo~"

"Mr. Han, the ruins are about to open. What should we do with this woman?"

"Do as you please."

Han Ning said, glancing at the alluring woman who was tied up tightly.

...

Li Changxi tossed the woman into a corner as if she were a piece of trash.

The two of them quickened their pace, passing through a rugged path.

Below a hillside covered in buildings.

The fog parted.

Steps littered with dead branches and fallen leaves, tattered old lanterns swaying in the wind, and a great vermilion gate with peeling, mottled paint came into view.

Candlelight flickered within the lanterns, making it seem as if someone actually lived there.

Li Changxi stepped forward and knocked on the gate:

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK~ Anyone home?

"BANG BANG BANG, is anyone there?"

’Are we playing a murder mystery game or something...’

Han Ning glanced at the distant sky. The light was dim, and a storm was brewing.

’These ruins are certainly interesting. The entrance is like "Open Sesame"—you have to shout a specific phrase.’

Li Changxi, fully in character, feigned anxiety and paced back and forth in front of the gate.

Just as he was about to peek through a crack in the door to see if anyone was in the courtyard, the gate opened with a CREAK.

An old woman’s face, deeply wrinkled and expressionless, peeked out from behind the gate.

"What is your business, sir?" the crone’s voice was dry, hoarse, and slow, as if she were speaking around a mouthful of something.

"Ahem!" Li Changxi jumped, "startled" by the sudden appearance of the wrinkled old face. Still looking unsettled, he pointed to Han Ning behind him and said politely, "It’s getting late, and we were just passing through. Might we ask the master of the house for a place to stay the night?"

The crone swept her murky eyes over the two of them and spoke slowly to Li Changxi:

"Please wait a moment, sir. Allow me to go and ask the master of the house."

"Thank you, madam."

The crone shut the gate.