Chapter 112 - 101. Burning Heaven Philosophy

Number 17 didn’t understand, how had the situation reversed so suddenly? He hadn’t even reacted when he lost control of his body, his mind a mess, as the terrifying dark red Blood Shadow, like a ghostly beast craving flesh, almost devoured his soul. "Number 11... how could he be so powerful?! And Mu Qingtong is Second Order?!" In the despair of near death, he felt his mindset shatter. Because he could distinctly feel it. Both Number 11 and Mu Qingtong’s spiritual pressure were of the Second Order, they could have killed him outright in fair combat, yet they still chose such a treacherous combined tactic, earlier pretending to be weak... These two old schemers! Old schemers... His gradually freezing thoughts were filled only with boundless resentment and regret, his pupils slowly dulling, as he continually muttered the words "old schemer." "What are ’Life Points’?" Mu Qingtong felt that Xia Feng’s earlier words were strange. "Life Points are just Life Points." Xia Feng squatted down, stabbed a knife into Number 17’s chest, and turned back blinking, "Any more soul stones? Give me one." Mu Qingtong helplessly shook her head, "Ran out a while ago, didn’t have time to restock." That was something Xia Feng hadn’t considered; he had intended to use a soul stone to store Number 17’s soul until they left the Calamity Realm and then deal with the spiritual body. But now it seemed impossible, though it was not a big problem, he could simply take Number 17’s Life Points directly on the spot. "Are you participating in some sort of hunting game? Last time in the Evil Dragon Forest some people also mysteriously came after you," Mu Qingtong curiously asked. "Want to know?" Xia Feng glanced at her, raised an eyebrow playfully, and said, "Eh heh, I’m not telling~" "..." Mu Qingtong pursed her lips, her trembling eyelids slightly lowered as she forcibly suppressed the urge to pummel Xia Feng. After provoking Mu Qingtong as usual, Xia Feng continued with his work, completely breaking apart Number 17’s shattered mask. Underneath the golden hair was a somewhat familiar face, which Xia Feng remembered seeing among Yulina’s knights. "This guy..." Xia Feng slightly frowned, "Clearly from the Burning Heaven Temple, but became a knight of the Black Moon Church? Is this an undercover situation?" The Burning Heaven Temple had its share of lunatics with twisted minds. The core belief was that the world was very unfair, so to pursue a fair and harmonious world, they planned to end this world to attract the attention of the supreme Star God and force a restructuring of the world rules... quite absurd. Thinking this, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully, "Uh, it’s also possible that Number 17 was originally from the Black Moon Church, but was touched by the noble ideals of Burning Heaven and joined this lofty organization." But what then is the relationship between Burning Heaven Temple and ’Garden’? Xia Feng initially thought ’Garden’ was the name of the organization where Number 17 and Number 11 belonged. But it seemed not. Forget it, Xia Feng shook his head, he didn’t care that much anymore, the Life Points were more important. He repeated his previous trick, just as he had taken Number 11’s Life Points, under Mu Qingtong’s puzzled gaze, Number 17 was killed and then resurrected by the spiritual body. Number 17’s Spiritual Artifact was a brick, floating beside Number 17’s spiritual body, and upon Xia Feng’s touch, copying information appeared. [Current Spiritual Artifact Position: Forest Wand (C), Vermilion Bird Demon Armor (B), Wind Listening Ring (N)] [Detected copyable/seizable Spiritual Artifact—N·Unerring Brick] [Seizure successful——] [N·Unerring Brick] [Unerring: Within a thirty-meter range, your hand-thrown clay brick (not mixed with any spiritual materials) will hit the target with one hundred percent certainty (can be used once every 10 seconds)] "What weird and strange Spiritual Artifacts." Xia Feng thought in disdain. [Current Spiritual Pressure: Third Rank (30 minutes)] [Current copying position: 2+1] [Copying position insufficient, do you wish to replace the Spiritual Artifact?] Xia Feng truly felt the insufficiency of the copy position, but the N-level Wind Listening Ring was almost useless to him, so it didn’t matter if he replaced it. He had a thought. [Wind Listening Ring (N) → Sure-hit Brick (N)] [Current Life Points: 1] With the seizing of Spiritual Artifact No.17, a stream of new information flowed through Xia Feng’s mind as he anticipated. [You have devoured Player No. 11—] [This round of devouring will gain 5 Life Points; due to the current hunting stage, the devouring points are doubled, Player No. 11 loses 5 Life Points, you gain 10 Life Points] [You have killed Player No. 11 and obtained all of the opponent’s cards except the ’Skill Card’—] [Additional 6 Life Points earned from the kills] [Total Life Points gained (10+6) 16] [Current Life Points: (44+16) 60] [Additional information display: Highest Life Points in the field!] [Trigger additional reward: First to accumulate 50 Life Points, obtain the ’Fastest Man’ achievement reward: 5 Life Points] [Current Life Points: 65] "Wow, isn’t that fierce." Seeing such a profitable account information, Xia Feng was content; now no one could compete with him for the B-class Spiritual Clothes authority. seaʀᴄh thё nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Thinking that, Xia Feng looked at Mu Qingtong, "Hypnotize him. I have something to ask." The woman in the black dress stepped forward, her palm facing the Spiritual Body’s glabella. Instantly, the nearly transparent Spiritual Body’s pupils lit up with golden ☩ symbols, slowly rotating clockwise in the dark eye sockets. Xia Feng asked in a deep voice, "Among the other numbered players, do you know anyone’s real identity?" The Spiritual Body hovered over the corpse, expression blank, without speaking. Xia Feng thought for a moment and asked more specifically, "Regarding Player No. 6, what information do you know?" Player No. 6 was the one who had purchased the Summoning Wood. Xia Feng decided to firstly try to obtain the Summoning Wood, and then consider whether to awaken Evil Dragon Miss. The Spiritual Body spoke mechanically and somberly, "Code name No. 6, Eagle, real identity unknown. Met Gongsun Ze at Fragrance Workshop around 5 PM three days ago, sold the Summoning Wood to Gongsun Ze, left Zone 51 the same evening, destination unknown." Summoning Wood in Gongsun Ze’s hands? Xia Feng was startled, what did this guy want the Summoning Wood for? Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Xia Feng asked the Spiritual Body a few more questions, but could not get any concrete answers. "Forget it." He shook his head, preparing to destroy this Spiritual Body. "Wait." Mu Qingtong suddenly grabbed his hand, "I also have a question." "Hmm?" The woman in the black dress, her eyes spinning with pale golden crosses, stared at the Spiritual Body No. 17 and asked calmly, "Who is the current owner of the Garden?" "The current owner of the Garden is—eh!" As if triggering some mechanism, the pale golden cross symbols in the Spiritual Body’s pupils fell apart; it arched its back in agony, screaming, and its face subtly sprawled with countless purple lines flooding into its eye sockets. With a soft snap, the Spiritual Body burst open, transforming into specks of Spiritual Light, soul scattering. "Why did he suddenly self-destruct?" Xia Feng wondered lightly. "It’s a Secret Poison." The woman in the black dress looked at the corpse of No. 17, her eyes thoughtful, "When certain secrets are locked, anyone in the know mentioning them to those oblivious will trigger a Secret Poison alert, and if the informant still tries to speak out, they explode and die."