Chapter 300: Law-Level Divine Ability

Chapter 300: Law-Level Divine Ability

Zhao Changhe let out the heart that had been hanging in his throat.

He had been worried that when she asked if he wanted to see the coffin, she meant whether he wanted a coffin to lie in and die... It seemed that a seductive older woman had her advantages—such a trivial matter wouldn't drive her to despair like a young girl; business was more important.

But in reality, his rear eye had seen everything clearly.

So big, so white.

If she found out, then she really would get a coffin for him to lie in and die.

Zhao Changhe pretended to know nothing, stepped closer, and leaned in to look at the coffin.

The coffin was made of jade, completely sealed, making it impossible to see if there was a corpse inside. The aura was also obscured by the jade, leaving little to sense. But San Niang spoke with certainty, believing the person inside was dead... Most likely, her divine sense could perceive the internal aura, and judging whether someone was thoroughly dead was easy for her.

Then San Niang sighed: "He might have set up many contingencies, even moving the geography, shifting the position of Mount Mang, but in the end, he couldn't escape death."

Zhao Changhe realized this might be a blow to the faith of the Four Symbols Sect. In a sense, the god they worshipped was the one lying in this coffin—at least one of them—but he was thoroughly dead.

If the god you believe in is dead, doesn't that make your faith a bit... hmm...

But then again, the ancient Four Symbols were subordinates of the Night Emperor. The death of the Four Symbols didn't mean the Night Emperor was dead, so the faith wasn't entirely shattered. Besides, San Niang and the others now considered themselves the Four Symbols, so if the original Four Symbols were dead, they were dead; it would be more troublesome if they weren't...

But seeing San Niang's expression, which still seemed somewhat gloomy, Zhao Changhe didn't know how to comfort her and simply said: "You're not planning to open the coffin, are you?"

San Niang pondered for a moment: "I still have to open it..."

Zhao Changhe quickly advised: "Who knows what other restrictions might be triggered by opening the coffin? I suggest you take the whole coffin back to your Four Symbols Sect headquarters and study it slowly with the combined efforts of everyone. Even archaeology takes decades of slow digging; don't be so impatient."

San Niang said: "I wasn't planning to open it now either. Do you really think I'm that reckless?"

Zhao Changhe glanced at her sideways: "Hard to tell. Just now, you triggered a restriction and fought with a sword like a spring... foolishly. Who was that?"

"Because I wanted that sword," San Niang said irritably. "If I hadn't triggered the restriction, how could I have gotten the sword?"

Zhao Changhe: "I thought it was for Chichi..."

San Niang's brows shot up.

I risked my life, and you're thinking about your little lover? Am I just a tool?

Zhao Changhe took half a step back, raising his hand to shield his face.

Through the cover of his arm, he saw San Niang wrapped in his oversized coat, with only the tips of her little hands peeking out of the sleeves, her cheeks puffed up in anger, looking inexplicably cute, just like Yangyang...

San Niang gritted her teeth and ground them, but considering his help this time, she couldn't afford to fall out. She forced a smile: "This sword is neither for Chichi nor for myself... Chichi already has the Ice Soul, which is no worse than this sword. This is a treasure deeply connected to the sect, to be kept as part of the sect's heritage. Whether Chichi can become the Sect Leader in the future or just a White Tiger Venerable, then we'll have a vacancy for the Azure Dragon Venerable. We can choose the best from the sect to inherit, and this sword will be his."

That made sense. A large sect needed all kinds of treasures, especially one so clearly tied to its heritage.

San Niang said she was hands-off, but in truth, she was always thinking about the sect's interests, whether it was raising funds or acquiring treasures. She probably deserved the most credit. With these women tirelessly working for the sect, it was no wonder the Four Symbols Sect had developed so well over the years.

Zhao Changhe tentatively said: "I think Sister Yi Huo She is pretty good. Dragon and snake are similar; why not let her try to inherit the Azure Dragon?"

San Niang looked at him with a strange expression and finally said: "You'll have to talk to Zhu Que about that. Yi Huo She is directly under Zhu Que... If you want to propose it, Zhu Que has to bring it up at a high-level sect meeting for a formal test."

"So-called high-level is just you and Zhu Que..."

"Now, there's also Chichi," San Niang said with a grin. "Are you sure Chichi will speak up for another woman of yours?"

Zhao Changhe's face turned green, and he quickly changed the subject: "Zhu Que wouldn't casually propose something like that. Could you help by bringing it up at a small meeting?"

"Me? Say that Zhao Changhe really likes Yi Huo She and strongly recommends her for promotion?" San Niang grinned again. "Are you sure? Do you want Zhu Que to chop Yi Huo She, or Chichi to chop you?"

"Can't you find another reason? Like her critical position or her strong cultivation..."

"Hehe..." Seeing Zhao Changhe seriously considering how to support Yi Huo She, San Niang almost burst out laughing: "Alright, alright, I'll help you say it."

Zhao Changhe smiled ingratiatingly: "San Niang is the best."

San Niang chuckled: "Speaking of which, would you be willing to be the Azure Dragon Venerable?"

Though said in jest, there was some truth to it.

This guy refused to join the sect because he didn't want to be subordinate. If he could be an equal, he might be willing. Besides, Chichi was his little lover; if she held two positions and gave one to him, she probably wouldn't mind and might even be happy.

The only problem was that the Four Symbols weren't casually bestowed. Chichi got it because she inherited the Azure Dragon Seal. If someone else wanted the position, there had to be a plausible reason... at least enough to convince Zhu Que.

Zhao Changhe pointed at his own nose: "Let me be the Azure Dragon? Do I have even a copper coin's worth of connection to the Azure Dragon? Unless you mean my second brother's shape is closer..."

San Niang's face stiffened.

Zhao Changhe shut up.

"The Azure Dragon corresponds to certain celestial attributes, but in the human realm, it's generally a symbol of the human emperor. As for you..." San Niang studied Zhao Changhe for a moment and suddenly said: "Come here."

Bewildered, Zhao Changhe followed San Niang to the foot of the coffin, where there were carved patterns that seemed meaningless.

In fact, the entire coffin had such carvings; anyone unaware would take them for mere decoration.

San Niang said: "These patterns have a origin—a spell of grass and wood growth, life immortality. He used this as a restriction to protect the coffin and nourish the body inside, hoping to awaken one day. Now it seems he's thoroughly dead and can't revive, so the spell restriction was carved in vain. But that doesn't mean the spell itself is useless. Try to see if you can comprehend it."

Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "These patterns are too abstract, without even a concrete image. What can I comprehend? Give me a hint?"

San Niang folded her arms: "It's to see if you truly have a connection with our sect. Learning this can help you resist your own blood backlash, heal your hidden injuries, extend your lifespan, and glimpse immortality. As a healing technique integrated into your dual cultivation art, it would be more effective. And if you need to heal a man, you can't exactly use dual cultivation, right? More skills don't weigh you down. It's up to you."

Forget about healing men—just the ability to extend lifespan would interest anyone. Besides, if what she said was true, might it help Tang Wanzhuang?

Zhao Changhe couldn't understand such abstract patterns, but he had a cheat.

So, pretending to ponder while stroking, he reached out and touched the patterns.

His mind connected with the gold foil in his bosom, and soon he saw a VR scene displaying several large characters: "Return Spring Art. Spring returns to the earth, grass and wood flourish, all things revive. Wood of the Five Elements, evidence of the Eastern Azure Dragon. Belongs to the category of world fundamental law-level divine abilities, not for you to comprehend. Learn a bit of the surface as a gesture; forcing enlightenment may harm your foundation. Wait until the third secret treasury."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

The name was rustic—Return Spring Art—sounding like some common street skill.

And then it told him it was a law!

And then it told him he was too weak to learn it...

Below, the patterns weren't translated into text for him but were conveyed through an extremely profound conscious translation, flooding his mind. He seemed to know something but couldn't grasp it. When he tried to force it, his forehead felt like it was splitting with pain.

Zhao Changhe stepped back half a pace, sweating profusely, breathing heavily.

San Niang immediately supported him, asking in astonishment: "What's wrong?"

"Hmm... it's a Return Spring Art... In this world, for the first time, I've seen the concept of true 'techniques' and 'spells'..." Zhao Changhe rubbed his head in discomfort: "But I can't learn it... Well, maybe a bit of the surface?"

San Niang stared at him in shock.

You actually can?

This was something that required a sect a decade of contemplation and study, far harder than archaeological deciphering. San Niang's original expectation was just that he might have some affinity, able to say "I have a vague feeling, needs long-term exploration"—that would already be impressive, on par with her!

But you just touched it a couple of times and told me you've already learned the surface?

San Niang didn't believe it. She rolled up her wide sleeve, revealing a small wound from a scratch by the ancient sword's sword aura: "Don't brag. If you have even a bit of the surface, healing this little wound should be possible. Try it?"

Zhao Changhe hesitated: "This can't be done from a distance..."

San Niang stared straight at him: "It's just a touch or two, no big deal. Be straightforward, no excuses."

"...I've never heard of such a request." Zhao Changhe sighed and reached out to touch.

The touch was delicate and warm, soft... Wait, what was he thinking?

He should be thinking about how to use this surface-level spell.

This thing called true qi—can it be compatible with "spell techniques"? Should I go learn some Daoist scriptures from the Taiyi Sect or something...

He tried channeling the true qi of the Six Harmonies Divine Art within his body, and Zhao Changhe was pleasantly surprised to find it effective.

The universality and convertibility of the Six Harmonies Divine Art once again displayed its marvels—not only could it transform into the blood-fiend energy required by the Blood Fiend Art, but it could also convert into a property akin to "mana," and what's more, it was of the wood element.

Third Lady felt a rough, large hand rubbing and rubbing on her arm, rubbing until her cheeks flushed red and she was about to flare up, when suddenly a tingling itch came from the wound.

It wasn't an itch from being touched—this was the characteristic sensation of a wound healing!

He really could heal a minor wound of this level! He had truly grasped the rudiments of the Return Spring Art!

Third Lady forgot to withdraw her hand, letting him continue rubbing endlessly, while in her heart echoed a self-doubt—could he really have no connection to the Night Emperor?