Chapter 0150

Chapter 150: Then, What Is the Price?

The two Saints felt a chill in their hearts. Zhou Tong was so solemn that he forced them to swear the most serious oath, which showed how extraordinary the coming event would be. They did not hesitate and swore at once.

When the oath ended, light bloomed between Zhou Tong’s brows. His unmatched spirit power poured out and formed a blank talisman slip.

You Jing Feng widened his eyes and said: “This is…” He felt a fierce ripple. Even before any lines were carved, it already surpassed a common ninth level talisman. [How heaven defying is this?] [Could it be a ninth level peak talisman?] His heart shook. He had never seen or heard of a talisman at this level. [Am I about to witness history today?]

The Sword Saint also froze and thought: [Could it be…] From the looks of it, Zhou Tong clearly meant to refine the Mighty Spirit Senluo Life Guarding Spell on the spot. At that thought, he could not help searching for the presence of a hidden expert, but he found nothing. The rumored master who had reached the Form of No Phase realm still did not show. [Is he still hiding in the dark?]

Before he could ask, Zhou Tong waved his hand. Three streaks of light shot into the minds of the three Saints. They were the steps and method for refining the talisman.

All was ready. Zhou Tong looked at the Sword Saint. The first needed item was a Saint’s heart blood.

With a thud, the Sword Saint struck his own chest without hesitation and coughed out a splash of bright red. The sacred blood shone and fused perfectly with the talisman paper, and a world shaking change began at once.

Zhou Tong said decisively: “Unleash all your spirit power. Leave the rest to me.” His voice had barely fallen when three Saint level streams of spirit power surged like great rivers and gathered in his palm.

There was a booming sound. Little White appeared and turned into another Zhou Tong. The two stood side by side with no difference at all.

The Sword Saint went completely blank, as if a hammer had smashed into his soul. He trembled and said: “Form of No Phase!” A Saint who hoped to reach the Emperor Realm was not unfamiliar with the Six Realms of Becoming Emperor. That was exactly why he was so shocked. Zhou Tong had said a master in the Form of No Phase realm would come, but he never said that master would be himself.

A sharp shout cut through his thoughts. Zhou Tong roared: “What are you doing? Focus your spirit for me!”

“I know,” the Sword Saint answered. He became as careful as a child who had made a mistake.

Zhou Tong chanted: “No Phase as One, secret rune engraving!” Little White merged into him in an instant. Zhou Tong pressed a finger to the talisman paper. Divine Fire burned. Strokes danced like dragons and phoenixes, leaving flowing lines across the surface.

The drain on spirit power was terrifying. After half an hour, the three Saints were close to collapse. Only Zhou Tong still looked fresh, as if his limit did not exist.

“The final stroke, complete,” the youth said. At once the sky grew dark with rolling storm clouds. It was a fearful omen. Thunder rumbled. Rain poured. The gates of the Netherworld seemed to open, and ghostly wails echoed out. The reason was simple: what he was engraving was too defiant, and the laws of heaven rejected it with force.

The last stroke startled wind and rain. The finished talisman made gods and ghosts weep.

Zhou Tong declared: “Talisman No. 95: Mighty Spirit Senluo Life Guarding Spell!” Brilliant light pierced layer after layer of fog, shone through the Netherworld, and brought everything back to peace.

“It worked!” The Sword Saint cried with joy, almost mad with excitement, and received the talisman with tears on his face. You Jing Feng was even more shaken. By his judgment, this talisman had already surpassed the ninth level and reached the rank of a mystic Talisman. [If No. 95 is like this, then what about No. 96? What about No. 100?] He shook his head hard and dared not think further, afraid his Dao heart would be shaken.

No wonder Zhou Tong made them swear a Heavenly Dao oath to never spread what happened today. The Form of No Phase plus a mystic talisman would cause a blood storm that could shatter heaven and earth if exposed.

Zhou Tong ignored their shock and said, hand outstretched: “The covenant is sealed. I now give you the promised gifts.”

The next moment, the Sword Saint rushed up, grabbed Zhou Tong’s arm, and said excitedly: “Little brother, as we agreed before, I want to become sworn brothers with you. There is no day like today!”

You Jing Feng rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. With a thump, the Sword Saint knelt, face devout, and said: “Heaven and earth above, mountains and seas as witness, today I shall become sworn brothers with Zhou Tong. I do not seek to be born on the same year, month, and day, but I seek…” Before he could finish, a bunch of people pinned him down and kicked him more than a dozen times.

They scolded him: “Shameless thing, you want to live and die together with a teenager. Are you making a wish, or are you cursing him?”

…

At the Phoenix Soar Inn, two scoundrels woke up. Mo Liu Su’s punishment flared right on time. He was suffering worse than death, and every scream sounded like heavenly music to Xia Hong Xiu. As for Tang Qi, he went mad the moment he woke, bolted outside like a lunatic, and even Chen Ling’er could not catch him.

He charged like a crazed bull to a deserted place and checked his body with shaking hands. A moment later, he felt as if thunder had struck him and the sky had fallen.

He howled: “My spiritual root is gone. How is my spiritual root gone? Ah!” Blood and tears ran down his face. He felt incomplete. Even if he became an emperor in the future, he would only be a eunuch emperor. That was not even as good as the Pig Loving Great Emperor’s title.

In despair he shouted at the remnant soul inside his Signet Ring: “Old geezer, get out here. You must heal me!”

The remnant replied coolly: “If that thing is gone, let it be gone. It will curb your arrogance and help you sense the traces of the Dao more easily.”

“Nonsense!” Tang Qi cursed and threatened: “If you cannot fix it, do not blame me for being ruthless!” No reply came. The remnant had clearly chosen to lock itself and put Tang Qi on a blacklist.

“Damn it! Damn it! Old trash, I will not spare you!” he roared, eyes almost splitting. Suddenly the world around him turned pitch black. A separate space formed and closed over him.

“Where is this?” he shouted in shock and anger. A ghostly shadow appeared before him.

Tang Qi pointed and said: “You are Devil Race!”

“Correct,” the shadow said. “I can sense you practice the Devouring Heavenly Devil Art. That art was created by this king.”

Tang Qi trembled. This was a Devil King. The shadow said, slow and tempting: “Do not fear. You are a once in a millennium talent. I can rebuild your body, make you stronger, and give you power to defeat everything.”

Tang Qi hesitated for a heartbeat, then madness drowned him. He asked in a low voice: “Then… what is the price?”