Master of Kaidan-Chapter 518 Priority

The fog imbued with Immortal Attribute Power rose in the room, and Feng Xue felt his vision clear in an instant, the previous "chaos" state being instantly dispelled. At the same time, his eyes, smeared with Cow Tears eye cream, also beheld the azure-black Illusion Flames entangled with the fog.

However, as the illusions shattered, the black flames also became sticky, and at this moment, the newcomers one by one had already fallen to the ground and started convulsing, as if they were about to drown in the air.

"Illusion/Suffocation, Shuo Ye Black Tide... Someone really put all their abilities in their name, huh!" Feng Xue sneered, wondering, is it the Unknowable Fire coming next?

Feeling the air gradually warming up, he deeply inhaled the sticky black fire, but felt absolutely no sense of suffocation.

After all, although he looked human, had various organs, and possessed the ability to eat and breathe, these were not essential for him, not to mention the internal circulation system established by the Masked Rider Armor.

Taking a step forward, pushing through the sticky flames that struck like huge waves, Feng Xue arrived in front of the salaryman, who, sadly, still showed no visible emotion even at this point.

"Illusion! It must be an illusion! Your spirit is also of the illusion type, right? You can’t fool me! Shuo Ye Black Tide Unknowable Fire·Moon Eclipse!"

With the salaryman’s somewhat mad roar, the azure-black Flame Ghost shadow suddenly shook off the pen-fairy young lady who still hadn’t learned how to combat, only relying on stats to suppress ghosts, and on the ceiling, no more than four meters high, it transformed into an azure-black fireball.

The dense flames converged rapidly towards the fireball, and intense sensations of burning and suffocation pressed down on Feng Xue.

However, even if the armor Feng Xue himself created from bamboo wouldn’t care about this pressure, he walked casually to the disbelieving face of the salaryman, who lacked any mental activity, and grabbed the charred bracelet in his hand.

It was exactly at this moment that Feng Xue suddenly felt a burning pain in his palm, and the azure-black fireball fell from the ceiling directly into the body of the salaryman.

Piercing screams accompanied by the crackling sound of burning fat resounded through the room, and Feng Xue finally sensed the presence of emotions from the salaryman, but at this moment, all his thoughts were reduced to one—

The fear of death.

Seeing this, Feng Xue immediately took out a book from his bosom, flipped through a few pages, and copying a hand gesture from the book, he said:

"Come!"

This single word resonated as if more powerful than a thousand words, and the flames on the salaryman’s body instantly retracted, turning into a palm-sized flame that flew to the tip of Feng Xue’s finger.

But at this point, the salaryman seemed to have completely lost his capacity to think, and despite Feng Xue’s myriad techniques, at most he could only roughly treat the salaryman’s physical body.

"There’s no saving him, the soul has been devoured," the pen-fairy young lady landed next to Feng Xue, declaring the death sentence. Feng Xue glanced at the azure-black fireball on his fingertip, then at the bracelet that, despite being separated by twenty layers of armor, still allowed him to distinctly feel the burn. He casually tossed it aside.

"It’s not psychological, it’s a real burn," Feng Xue lowered his head to look at the bracelet he threw on the ground, his brows involuntarily furrowing.

That thing was clearly the vessel of the entity known as "Shuo Ye Black Tide Unknowable Fire," but the impact it had on Feng Xue was even higher than the ghost itself.

"Let’s give it a try."

Feng Xue glanced at the newbies who were basically dead, and drew the All Things Squeezing Driver from his pocket, transforming into the long-missed Masked Rider Orca.

What baffled him was that even after activating the environmental adaptation module, his skin would still burn upon contact with the bracelet.

"Is it not environmental damage, not even damage... a curse perhaps? Or is it a setting that merely possessing this thing would cause burns?"

Looking at the bracelet, which was clearly not a Companion Phantom Object but a True Object, Feng Xue tossed the Unknowable Fire onto the altar, letting it compete fairly with the four ghosts, while he himself took out a pair of chopsticks to pick it up. However, the wooden chopsticks instantly turned black and, at the same time, seared marks on the fingers protected by the Masked Rider Armor.

Feng Xue even suspected that even if he put it in his storage waist bag, it could burn him through the bag.

After all, his waist bag did not have damage isolation capabilities.

"Interesting, it seems that in this world, ’Curses’ hold quite a high priority!"

Facing the situation before him, Feng Xue did not feel danger but was rather intrigued, not to mention the reference value that such a unique power system could offer. Just the priority of this curse alone was bound to offer a solution to his "beep—" fluid issue.

"If all else fails, I could just find a ghost with no descendants to keep, and when I want offspring, I’ll kill the ghost."

Muttering to himself, Feng Xue stuffed the book he had previously taken out back into his chest. This book was none other than the Ganoderma Life Extension Method, the summary of the Mystical Lord Secret Scripture he had previously taught to Jiang Ziya.

Yet, Jiang Ziya, who had cultivated for forty years, was already trying to merge his knowledge with the Mystical Lord Secret Scripture within this short period, and this feedback was apparent in his Companion Phantom Object.

By now, skills like ghost catching, exorcism, and divination, which were considered minor in the Divine Enthronement world, had started to appear in the Phantom Object. It probably would not be long before this Phantom Object transformed from a "Martial Arts Scripture" into an "Immortal Book."

"Good job, Jiang Ziya!" Upon saying this, Feng Xue took out another phantasmagorical book, "Six Complete Paths," and after flipping through it briefly, he showed a look of disdain.

Compared to Jiang Ziya, who already had a certain understanding of immortals as a cultivator, the young Miss from the Ke family was flashy and flamboyant. Although she had figured out quite a few Immortal Laws and focused entirely on stacking realms, mostly favoring brute strength, this approach wasn’t wrong per se. However, to develop a diverse cultivation civilization akin to the full blooming of a hundred schools, there was still a long way to go.

Seeing that the burn on his hand was slowly healing, Feng Xue turned his head to look at the career portfolio he had placed on the table. The battle of the five ghosts was coming to an end, with the Flame Ghost unsurprisingly gaining the upper hand. Upon seeing this, Feng Xue was slightly taken aback because he discovered that there was still a living person in this house!

Yes, it was the beer-bellied young man who had earlier fought for the "hot pot" ingredients.

His condition was extremely dire, his body looked as if it had been poured over with hot oil, bearing distressing, charred blisters. His belly was swollen high and had become transparent enough to see liquid moving inside.

But unlike the other newbies who suffocated from the Fire Ghost’s attack, he was strong and had survived till now. Feng Xue could even feel his incredibly strong will to live, along with his forcibly concealed, but as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the night, endurance.

"Whoops, you’re so badly hurt and still want to play the sly sparrow?" Feng Xue secretly thought to himself, but pretended not to have noticed and turned to walk toward his own room...

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