Drunk, I slay the giant whale with my sword, laughing as I ride the raging waves in my boat.
Xiao Lingchuan's sword is called Yitian.
Yitian knew that its current master was not its master. Even though it could communicate with him through souls, its master's spiritual consciousness was neither as broken nor as strong.
It was protected by such a strong yet fragile spiritual force that it didn't dissipate; it should repay that kindness this time.
But……
There's some annoying guy trying to steal its chance to repay a debt of gratitude.
(〝▼plate▼)
Suffering from "fear of omnipotence", 001 waited until there was no one around Di Xiu before appearing. If there were people around, he would hide back. When the latter woke up, he saw Di Xiu sitting cross-legged in the air, resting his chin on his hand, pouting, lost in thought.
Why did you come out?
001 snapped out of his daze, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face. But the next instant, he rammed into him, sitting on his chest and grabbing his face, roaring angrily, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Your divine consciousness almost shattered! Do you want to die? I've been imprisoned with you for a thousand years, a thousand years! You haven't compensated me for my precious youth, haven't paid for my lost youth! You want to die? No way!"
At this moment, the extremely frail Di Xiu lay lazily on the bed, letting his cheeks be pinched, a faint smile in his eyes, and calmly said, "Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if it were completely shattered."
001 paused, his eyes widening in horror, thinking: Holy crap, even gods can get depression?
He was preparing to use his tears to see if he could persuade him to give up his suicidal thoughts, when he heard the panting guy say, "If it really shatters completely, it can be rebuilt in a few thousand years, which is quite convenient."
001: "..."
001: "!!!"
001 released his grip, turned his back, and said in a cold voice, "Then I'm just meddling in other people's business."
Di Xiu reached out and gently tugged at the stray hair on his head, his voice very soft: "You don't have to be so nervous next time. First, what price did you pay this time?"
001 took a moment to realize that this guy was actually comforting him?
This attempt at comforting me almost scared me to death. (▼皿▼#)
He turned around and slapped Di Xiu's hand away, angrily saying, "What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm angry. Don't mess with my antenna."
Di Xiu's smile deepened, and he said sincerely, "Thank you very much this time."
He checked his soul's condition and found it was a little worse than before, but it wasn't shattered, so it wasn't too bad. His sea of consciousness was also enveloped by an energy and calmed down, so overall the situation was alright.
001's pursed lips curled up wildly, but he stubbornly pretended to be angry. After a long while, he finally succumbed to poverty and tugged at Di Xiu's sleeve, whispering, "I'm broke again because of you, little Xiu Xiu, please take care of me."
Di Xiu's eye twitched slightly, and he said helplessly, "How can I give it to you?"
001 curled his lip: "Our bureau is a legitimate organization, and we prohibit the exploitation of our staff. You better live well, do good deeds, do beneficial things, and earn merit for me, understand? Live well! If I wait another thousand years, I won't ask for compensation for lost youth, but for alimony."
Di Xiu smiled slightly, nodded and said okay, then asked him, "How did you do that?"
"Huh? You mean the spiritual shield? I downloaded it by accident at the transfer station... but it's... sob sob, it's so damn good for accumulating merit... Using it once will bankrupt you, using it twice will leave you in debt, sob sob..."
001 shed a few blue beans with heartache before sobbing, "Let's hurry up and repair your soul and consciousness this time. I don't want to be a pauper forever and be laughed at by the other systems when I go back. I'm the 001 of the Wrongful Seed Group, the first one to be produced. I don't want to be laughed at by the systems that were born later."
"good."
Emperor Xiu was unconscious for five days this time, but that was still relatively good. The other runners who were also knocked unconscious were gradually waking up.
The next morning, his fellow disciples from Yunxiao Peak flocked to visit him, followed by the elders and the peak master.
The peak master of Biyun Peak has recovered, at least outwardly there is no sign of it. He came to check on his body, left a bunch of pills, and then said he had something to do and left.
The peak master of Liangyi Peak next to her said that she was researching pills to treat spiritual consciousness, and that she had just burned a batch of them; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to come with them as a group.
After the peak masters' group left, the Supreme Elder and Wen Yimin came over together. The latter took out a storage bag and said to Di Xiu, "The things have been distributed. This is Senior Brother's share."
Di Xiu took it, nodded his thanks, and scanned it with his divine sense, finding it piled up to the brim.
The opportunities that Li Chen took from the original body are all in there—besides the intangible inheritance, there are also some elixirs and magic treasures, which look like they were given to Li Chen by the peak masters, but not quite. They probably replaced them with new ones to avoid making him feel uncomfortable.
There wasn't even half a spiritual plant. I don't know if the Valley Master of Medicine Immortal Valley took it away, or if he didn't seem to know how to refine pills, so he didn't give it to me.
He had no choice but to access the original owner's private treasury before, but there was no need to do so now. He put away the storage bag, asked for a copy of "The Complete Guide to Spiritual Materials of the Xuanling Continent," and went into seclusion.
This time, we are preparing to deduce the formula.
001 silently tried to contact his old friends, but after being met with a barrage of incoherent mockery such as "You're still alive," "Hahaha," "Serves you right for being so cocky," and "You're so miserable now, I'm so happy," he still couldn't get the recipe.
After all, for a mission taker, damage to their spiritual consciousness is basically equivalent to a death sentence. There are no cures in low-level worlds, and high-level worlds are dangerous. Few can be like him, the current host, who can run, jump, and fight against tribulation lightning and wild systems.
As for those whose spiritual consciousness is not damaged, they generally don't think about how to treat it.
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