Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 144 - 95: Reverse Heavenly Gang, Plundering Yin God Soul Power!_2

Chapter 144: Chapter 95: Reverse Heavenly Gang, Plundering Yin God Soul Power!_2

Because only positive spells could enter the room and affect Zhao Xing inside.

At the moment of dream invasion, the Sixth Rank Soul Armor instantly awakened Zhao Xing, giving him absolute control over the dream.

Thus, he was not tempted at all. The various transformations in the dream, such as aging or illness, were all Zhao Xing’s voluntary cooperation.

"What this Yin God did was essentially nourishing me with the purest soul power. If I were to be tempted and open the door or say please come in, it could take it back."

"However, it shot out two soul powers, both of which were absorbed by me, meaning I truly plundered it. It would probably be livid with rage now," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

He glanced at the panel record.

[You plundered the ’soul power’ of the Seventh Grade Yin God ’Blood Spirit Venerable,’ and your Life Soul advanced to Early Stage Ninth Grade.]

[You plundered the ’soul power’ of the Seventh Grade Yin God ’Blood Spirit Venerable,’ and your Life Soul advanced to Mid Stage Ninth Grade.]

[Life Soul: Mid Ninth Grade]

Seeing the newly added attributes on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn’t help but laugh, "Successfully fleeced the sheep!"

Generally speaking, the level of the Life Soul lagged behind.

Since there was no specialized soul cultivation method, it could only grow the Seven Spirits through Gathering Essence and spell cultivation.

The Seven Spirits would then feed back to the Life Soul, gradually raising its level.

The Fortune Dynasty didn’t cultivate the Life Soul. Such occupations and spells were all slashed by the Grand Ancestor.

Of course, now that Zhao Xing’s Life Soul was only at Mid Ninth Grade, it couldn’t be called ’soul cultivation.’ It just meant stronger soul power, greater resistance to soul-related spells like [Yin Wind], and would enhance the power of any spells or secret techniques involving the Life Soul that he practiced slightly.

Spells like the Sleeping Bug Spell and Dream Storage Technique would be more potent than before.

"Thank you to Blood Spirit for the gift of soul power. That was very polite."

Even without relying on the Soul Armor, Zhao Xing had a certain confidence in using the Dream Storage Technique to fleece the Yin God during the [Ghost Enters Dream] stage. With the Sixth Rank Soul Armor, it was even more convenient.

One must know that the Nightmare Sect were the true experts in soul cultivation. The Xuantian Sect, compared to the Nightmare Sect, was far inferior in soul cultivation and dream manipulation.

"The Xuantian Sect uses ghosts to enter dreams and determine locations. Next is the human intervention." Zhao Xing looked outside the door, "I hope Old Chen can be dependable."

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"I am Xuantian Zhengshen, Chen Shijie. You caused the death of your parents and were driven out of your home by your kin, falling to the point of fighting for food with beggars. This is due to the signs of ruin in your Fate Palace. The ruin of the Fate Palace leads to the early decay of the Life Soul. Furthermore, your fate brings calamities. If you cannot cultivate your fate and alter your fortune, you will undoubtedly suffer misfortune as you grow older."

"If you can worship this god, I can help you change your destiny. Why don’t you kneel and worship now?"

In a dilapidated temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of a divine statue, holding a broken bowl. In the bowl was a half piece of blood-stained steamed bun.

He was only about seven or eight years old, but his face looked like that of a man in his thirties or forties, exceedingly bizarre.

This was because the Yin God couldn’t entirely revert to the dream that Chen Shijie feared.

Compared to Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie’s dream was more realistic, and he didn’t have control. The Yin God took the initiative.

He had no Soul Armor to protect him, nor did he practice the "Great Dream Spring and Autumn."

"Worship a god?!" Chen Shijie’s eyes struggled as he muttered to himself, "I joined the army at thirteen. Due to my poor aptitude, I often had to train until late at night. Even so, I would be punished by the squad leader for being too slow the next day."

"I was ridiculed and bullied by my comrades. Every night, I prayed that my aptitude would improve, even if only a little. But it wasn’t until I was fifteen that I reached Gathering Essence First Order. Did any deity ever hear my prayers?"

"I followed the commander into the Great Wilderness Mountain, accidentally fell into a barbarian trap, and was left for dead. It was the Marquis who found me in the end. Did any deity ever hear my cries?"

"You..." Blood Spirit Venerable was taken aback. He felt the dream being shaken by some kind of will within Chen Shijie.

"I reached Gathering Essence at fifteen and trained rigorously day and night. Every battle, I fought desperately, risking my life. Only by the age of twenty did I reach Gathering Essence Fourth Order, after shedding much blood and suffering countless injuries. Finally, I earned enough military merit to change my cultivation aptitude."

"After another three years of effort, I finally passed the exam for the position of Military Minister of Agriculture... that was all achieved through my own struggle."

With every word, Chen Shijie took a step forward.

With each step, he grew taller.

The Purple Robed Taoist stayed silent, quietly observing Chen Shijie.

The latter walked step by step to his front. By this time, Chen Shijie had fully restored his normal form.

He looked at the Purple Robed Taoist and smiled, "You should know that even as a Military Minister of Agriculture, I can request divine intervention. Do you know how many times I requested divinity during my ten years in this position?"

Blood Spirit Venerable calmly asked, "How many times?"

Chen Shijie looked at the blood-stained bun in the bowl and smiled indifferently, "Following the Marquis into the wilderness to subdue barbarians for ten years, I encountered four life-and-death situations."

"Even so, I never once requested intervention from our dynasty’s deities!"

Chen Shijie’s eyes coldly stared at Blood Spirit Venerable as he slowly crushed the bun and bowl in his hands, blowing the dust towards Blood Spirit Venerable, "Let alone from you?"

The dust scattered, transforming into a gust of Yin Wind, shrouding Blood Spirit Venerable.

The latter shook his head. Before his form shattered, he regretfully said, "Chen Shijie, with such resolve, you should really join our Xuantian Sect. No matter. After I capture you, I will personally take you as a disciple and never treat you as a disposable pawn..."

"Hmph, vile demon, how dare you speak so arrogantly!" Chen Shijie coldly snorted. The illusion completely shattered. He stood on a hillside, the illusion in his eyes dissipating, regaining clarity.

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