Chapter 0208

Chapter 208: Devouring the Starry Sky, Zhou Tong’s Fate Aspect Mutates

Tang Qi asked with a harsh voice as he stared straight at Zhou Tong: “Is this bloodline pure?”

Zhou Tong gave a calm smile, not bothered at all, and said: “I run a market hall. Do you think I’d sell you a mixed bloodline?”

Tang Qi pressed again, his tone now openly murderous as he said: “I’m asking you: is this bloodline pure?”

Zhou Tong’s aura changed in an instant, a stern killing intent rolling off him like crashing waves as he said: “You’re here to make trouble, aren’t you? Are you buying or not?”

Tang Qi gave a cold laugh and said: “If it’s pure, I’ll buy it. If it’s not…” Then he struck, chopping his palm down toward the vial of Sword Spirit blood.

With a sharp crack, the bloodline shattered and burst in midair.

Zhou Tong’s face darkened as he said: “You dare smash my bloodline!”

Tang Qi bared his teeth in a cruel grin and said: “Not only that, I’m going to smash you too!” Dark demonic might burst from him as he lunged at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong’s eyes lit up as he said: “Good. I was waiting for you to make the first move.” He no longer held back. Since the other side attacked first, the laws would restrain him far less. Tang Qi had chosen a dead end.

With a hum, Tang Qi’s own strike triggered backlash from the laws. Black light flashed between his brows as the soul of the Devil King released its power and forced its way through the punishment.

Tang Qi trembled with excitement as he said: “It worked!” The hardest hurdle was over. With his strength, killing the man in front of him should have been easy. The Devil King had told him the truth: these shopkeepers were formed from the dead souls of the secret realm. They had the realm of Life and Death, but not the matching battle power. They could never be his match.

He never expected that the person before him was not that weak being at all, but his destined nemesis.

Zhou Tong raised his sword as sword force raged everywhere, fierce and unstoppable, and said: “Sixfold World Breaking Sword!” A long sword pierced through Tang Qi’s body with a wet sound, felling him in a single strike.

Tang Qi cried out in shock: “That’s impossible!” The Devil King inside him was just as horrified.

Tang Qi bled heavily as he gasped: “Godfather, this isn’t what you said would happen!”

The Devil King’s will hissed: “Run! This isn’t the original shopkeeper. He took the shopkeeper’s place long ago!” A chill ran through Tang Qi at those words. He tore himself off the blade and staggered away.

Zhou Tong shook his head as he said: “What a pity. I was only a step away.” He had wanted to finish it, but the laws blocked him again. Still, there was good news: the pale red color of Tang Qi’s fortune had faded again. It might turn gold soon.

[Almost there. Just a little more and his fortune will drop to gold.]

He stroked the center of his brow where his Third Eye rested and said to himself: “This violet bloodline is useful. I might keep it for myself.” The next second, he jolted.

[Something’s off. My fortune is changing!]

He looked inward. In the starless cosmos that was his aspect of fate, a faint red star had appeared. Its color matched Tang Qi’s fortune. There had to be a link.

“Could it be…” He sucked in a cold breath after thinking it through. When Tang Qi’s blood splashed onto him, it had turned into this star.

[Is this my fortune attribute? Can I seize someone else’s fortune by blood contact?]

He shook his head at once and said: “No.” He had fought many times before. If his fortune had always been able to swallow others’ fortune, his starless cosmos would already be full of stars.

There was only one explanation: the violet bloodline had given him the power to devour fortune.

“It seems I underestimated it,” he murmured, unable to hide his secret joy.

…

Elsewhere, the Eldest Senior Sister walked through the safe zone, drawing countless eyes. A lone peerless beauty already drew attention, and on her shoulder sat a tiny person. The turn of heads reached its peak.

People whispered as they pointed at Little White: “What is that thing?”

Another said: “Could it be a manifestation?”

A third replied: “No way. That little one is clearly aware. It can’t be a manifestation.”

She ignored the chatter and sped up toward the nearest market hall. But a swaggering rake blocked her path.

A white-robed youth stepped out and cut her off as he said: “Beauty, please stop. Maybe we can get to know each other.”

Her face went cold, and the air itself seemed to drop a few degrees as she said: “You’re in my way. Move.”

He shook a feather fan, all false grace, and dropped the act at once as he said: “Feisty. This young master likes that.” He grinned and said: “I’ll be direct. I want you and the little thing on your shoulder. Name your price. This young master will satisfy you.”

Killing intent spilled from her before he even finished.

Little White tensed with a roar, ready to strike, but she stopped him and said: “Get lost while I’m still holding back.”

Hearing that only thrilled the youth. He clapped and said: “Good, good, good. So much spirit. This young master loves to tame your kind. No matter what you rely on, I, Ye Bu Fan, will have you today.”

Gasps came from the crowd as he gave his name. People whispered: “It’s Ye Bu Fan of the Black Tortoise Clan!” Another asked: “The one who inherited the Xuanwu Pool?” A third said: “It’s him. This beauty is in big trouble.”

Someone scoffed: “What trouble? This is a safe zone. He wouldn’t dare make a move.”

A sober voice cut in: “He dares. As a successor of the Four Symbols Pool, the laws have gifted him. He can attack outsiders in the city without punishment.” Faces paled, and many backed away from Ye Bu Fan.

Ye Bu Fan spread his hands and said: “Well then, beauty, now you know how scary I am. Be smart and don’t struggle for nothing.” Members of the Black Tortoise Clan moved in, eyes cold, treating the Eldest Senior Sister like meat on their chopping block. In the safe zone, they could act as they pleased.

She drew a deep breath and said: “You’re beyond saving.” She no longer hid her killing will. “I gave you a chance. Since you threw it away, go to the Hall of Yama and repent.”

Ye Bu Fan’s face twisted as he shouted: “Wretch, you won’t drink the toast, so you’ll drink the penalty!” He swung a slap at her.

Immediately, Little White leaped and roared as he punched Ye Bu Fan in the face.