Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 206 - 186: That Hand Knocking on the Bowl

Chapter 206: Chapter 186: That Hand Knocking on the Bowl

Wu Xiaode’s heart dangled in mid-air.

Live streaming was never a sure bet for success.

He had taken advantage of the Death World, where everyone was curious to see the afterlife, and that’s how he struck his first pot of gold.

Now, the items he was selling came from the collection of a bone dragon.

Though the bone dragon was powerful with many titles, Wu Xiaode was clueless about its status within the Death Realm.

Perhaps its collection was precious—

But he was facing the masters of All Worlds!

What value did these items hold in their eyes?

On the Holy Walk Wall, no danmu appeared for a moment, and a brief silence set in.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Wu Xiaode nervously swallowed.

If the goods didn’t sell—

It would also be a hit to the popularity he had just started to build.

How to—wait a minute!

He looked up at the Holy Walk Wall, only to see a danmu creeping in from the edge:

"Human King’s Relics? Truly extraordinary, I’ve never heard of such a treasure."

This danmu floated leisurely along.

Then, another danmu chased after it:

"Nonsense, that’s something you can only find in the Death World; you’ll never find it in the land of the living."

Then the third danmu appeared:

"The Human King lies between life and death, and only when there’s no other choice, does he dissolve and leave for reincarnation. For his mummy to be well-preserved—in the human world, it’s impossible."

The fourth danmu popped up:

"Right, only the Law of Death could keep everything so still and dormant over the eons."

The fifth danmu:

"This is a treasure from the Death World, extremely precious!"

Danmu burst forth densely:

"Containing the Death attribute!"

"If you can even comprehend the Law of Death from it, that’s a huge win!"

"Charge!"

"Good stuff, I’ll take it!"

"Cut the crap, all of you move aside. Little Wu, 1 million Soul Power for this, I’ll take it."

"1 million? Are you daydreaming? I bid 1.1 million!"

"You people, where’s even a shred of class among masters? I’m giving 2 million today!"

"2.3 million!"

"2.7 million!"

"You think you can obtain a treasure from the Death World with just that? I’m bidding 3 million over here!"

"3.5 million!"

"Little Wu, ignore them; I’ve prepared 4 million, let’s trade directly."

Watching the dense barrage of danmu, Wu Xiaode felt his taut muscles gradually relax, and finally, his heart settled down.

Right.

This wasn’t just live streaming, but live stream sales. How much would the platform take?

As if knowing what he was thinking, a line of ice crystal small characters swiftly emerged:

"The same seventy percent."

Seventy percent?

Why don’t you just rob me?

Rage flared up in Wu Xiaode’s heart, and he was about to argue when another line of ice crystal characters appeared:

"The Book of the Dead is a death talent you activated while still alive, extremely rare."

"Although you have the ’Desmark’s Love Letter Box,’ a teleportation treasure, using it to take items out of the Death World still requires the Book of the Dead to consume a huge amount of Soul Power."

"Crossing between life and death is extremely difficult."

"The Holy Walk Wall will shut down for a full twenty-four hours."

"After a day’s rest, the Holy Walk Wall can be reactivated and used again."

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

Was it really that difficult?

He thought entering the Death World was quite easy, even made friends with a skeleton and participated in a trial of the Death Realm—

But were all these occurrences extremely unlikely?

Demon Gods were all pursuing a soul that had awakened the Power of Death.

Now, just one item from the Death World was causing a frenzy among beings of All Worlds.

He, in his ignorance, had masqueraded as one of the dead, leveling up in the trial arena.

An alive person.

Leveling up in the Death Realm.

Perhaps... indeed, that was something that couldn’t happen at all.

Had he underestimated the seriousness, importance, and rarity of it all?

As he was pondering, a flashing line of text suddenly burst into the center of the screen:

"10 million Soul Power for your Human King’s mummy, Little Wu, what do you think?"

The speaker of this line was "A Fellow Traveler."

—The grand merchant!

As soon as this line appeared, the other danmu temporarily vanished.

Not just that, in the streaming history panel, a line of text suddenly jumped out:

"You have gained 10,000,000 Soul Power."

"From ’A Fellow Traveler.’"

million Soul Power... They didn’t say another word and just transferred it!

That’s 10 million!

After the platform takes seventy percent, the remaining thirty percent is still 3 million.

million!

"Deal."

Wu Xiaode heard his own hoarse voice respond.

Christina couldn’t see the Book of the Dead or the screen, but Wu Xiaode’s reaction also affected her.

She quietly packed the mummy into the iron box Wu Xiaode had brought out and then smiled toward the Void:

"Thank you for your patronage. We’ll continue to work hard to bring better treasures to everyone."

Wu Xiaode said, "That’s right."

He placed his hand on Desmark’s Love Letter Box, silently thinking:

"Send what’s inside to ’A Fellow Traveler’ in my live stream room."

Soul Power was deducted.

Whoosh—

The iron box vanished.

After a few breaths, the now empty iron box returned to Wu Xiaode’s hands.

The Holy Walk Wall suddenly dimmed.

Those danmu of "boss 666," "66666," "boss mighty," "when can I have this much Soul Power," "envious," all disappeared into thin air.

All light and shadows on the Holy Walk Wall vanished.

Two lines of ice crystal characters followed:

"Crossing between life and death consumes too much Soul Power, the stream has ended."

"I need 24 hours of rest."

All around was silent.

Cold rain pattered outside the window.

The night wind howled.

Christina stood to one side, unaware that the livestream had already ended.

She waited for Wu Xiaode to speak the next sentence, wondering how to respond.

Wu Xiaode fell into thought.

At this moment, he understood that transferring something from the Death World was very difficult.

So...

What about himself?

He possessed the Book of the Dead, which undoubtedly connected him to the Death World in endless ways. Could he afford to shuttle between the two worlds in the future?

Would there be any unexpected developments?

A line of ice crystal words then appeared:

"For related questions, please consult the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit. It is an extremely ancient Sword Spirit that knows many secrets."

Without a second thought, Wu Xiaode called out, "Chi Xiao."

"Present," replied the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit.

"You see, I’m a living person, yet I’ve awakened the Power of Death... will this affect me in any way?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Of course, it will. Sooner or later, you’ll become neither human nor ghost, eventually losing the heart of a living being and becoming something like a Demon Lord from the world of death," the Sword Spirit replied.

"But fortunately, you’ve worked hard in your endeavors, receiving the recognition of many Laws—"

"I see numerous traces of blessings left by Laws on you."

"You must have greatly satisfied their requirements."

"The Laws are waiting for your return to a certain place."

"They know everything."

"They will help you solve this problem in the way you have agreed upon with them."

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood.

What Chi Xiao referred to was the title battle in the Holy City!

He had met all the requirements of the Laws, ventured deep into the den of evil, and reached an unknowable layer.

"Book of the Dead, show me the record from that time," Wu Xiaode said.

The Book of the Dead flipped through several pages, finding the past record and displayed it before Wu Xiaode’s eyes:

"Entering the ?th layer of the demon’s den... you will obtain an unprecedented title crown."

"—Because this is a mission that is fundamentally impossible."

"This is a place revered even by the Demon Gods, yet you have come here, exposing the secrets hidden here to the Laws of the Holy City."

"Your actions have imbued the Laws of the Holy City with a sentiment of worship."

"..."

"Your deeds are inconceivable to the Laws because they are something that no being could possibly accomplish."

"They want to ask: ’Are you still human?’"

"Your actions have earned the admiration, reverence, and fear of the countless Laws that dwell in the Holy City."

"When you return to the Holy City, you will receive the unique title woven by all the Laws of the city working in concert."

Wu Xiaode heaved a sigh of relief.

As the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit said, they would help him.

—The Laws were waiting for his return, to bestow upon him that unique title!

Now, only one thing remained.

To kill the Bone Dragon!

Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.

"Remaining Soul Power: 3,897,851."

Over three million.

During the livestream, there had also been some tipping.

So that was the number.

The Sword Immortal had used 3,967,500 points of Soul Power to kill a Demon Dragon.

He currently had 3,897,851 points of Soul Power.

Not enough to kill a Demon Dragon.

What about a Bone Dragon?

Which was more powerful?

Wu Xiaode raised his hand—

A million points of Soul Power gathered around him, ready but unreleased.

Hundreds upon thousands of bronze hands materialized in the Void, emitting a tremendous Sword Qi.

Such momentum surpassed Wu Xiaode’s understanding, causing continuous insights about swordsmanship to form in his mind.

Two lines of ice crystal words then appeared:

"You begin to unearth the deeper power of the Secret Sword technique ’Long Moon Sparse Shadow’."

"Your understanding of swordsmanship deepens."

A deeper level of understanding dawned in Wu Xiaode’s heart.

It turned out that before, he had only scratched the surface.

—Only by unleashing this level of a million points of Soul Power in battle, could one truly comprehend the full force of this sword technique!

"How come you’re using your hands to wield a sword?" asked the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit.

"I don’t have a Sword Artifact," Wu Xiaode replied with a shrug.

The Sword Spirit said, "You really are... that Bone Dragon’s treasure vault just now..."

Wu Xiaode slapped his forehead and reached for the Holy Treasure Ring on his finger.

Suddenly.

Christina tapped him and pointed towards the window.

Wu Xiaode looked out the window.

He saw a sneaky figure clambering over the church’s wall, clumsily jumping down from the other side.

—It was that dignified and righteous winged man!

He was holding a broken bowl in his hand.

It was the Bowl of Austerity!

Close behind him was a nun.

She too jumped over the wall.

They landed on the ground outside the wall and looked back together.

A layer of semi-transparent prohibitions quietly appeared, rippling through the air like water, taking several breaths to gradually retract, sinking deep into the ground.

"Finally, we didn’t trigger any underground palace prohibitions," the nun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Run!" the winged man whispered forcefully.

"Give me the bowl, then you can go," the nun insisted in a low voice.

"I’ve given you forty percent of the treasures, fulfilling the agreement. This bowl is an heirloom of our Holy Camp; I can’t give it to you," the winged man said in a low voice.

"You took sixty percent of the treasures and still want more with this bowl; isn’t that a bit much?" the nun retorted quietly.

They came to a standoff for a moment.

Suddenly.

A bronze hand appeared out of nowhere and tapped on the bowl.

Dong!

The bowl’s prohibition was unlocked.

A massive coffin radiating endless power waves thundered to the ground.

Almost instantly—

An angry roar from the Bone Dragon echoed from the church:

"Who is it! Who dares to sneak into my world, I will have you dead!"