Chapter 1662: Feign Death to Exhaust Human Desires and Make Soldiers, Crossing Boundaries to Receive the Master's Demand for White Spirit

"A 'lewd' move?"

Dao Qiongcang immediately became interested.

He liked "lewd" things very much, like the temperament of ancient sword cultivators… Well, it was Bazun'an's temperament.

But this was something that couldn't be envied; at most, one could imitate it ninety percent.

Perhaps Xu Xiaoshou's "lewdness" should be viewed differently?

"Elaborate?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't respond.

Under his Vanishing Technique, he quickly "gave birth" to another Jinren.

Being able to bring him forth meant his guess was correct.

Jinren had indeed committed suicide after staying in the Xingjie, and he wondered if Li Fugui would be startled.

I'm sorry… Looking at himself across from him, although moved by Jinren's "sacrifice to the situation," Xu Xiaoshou had indeed forgotten which generation of Jinren this was.

I really am a cold fellow!

"Hello."

The new generation Jinren was very polite. After appearing, he properly put on his clothes, and the Yi Dao Pan under his feet appeared and then retracted.

The Jinren "birthed" after Super Dao Transformation naturally inherited Xu Xiaoshou's abilities at his peak.

But he was also like a poor soul who had been reborn without drinking Meng Po Tang; he could clearly remember how he died in his previous life without much recollection.

Towards his main body, he was both respectful and fearful, his attitude utterly subservient.

"I have an idea…"

Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his hands, his face excited, just about to explain in detail to his counterpart the "lewd move" that had just flashed into his mind.

Jinren hesitated, then decided to speak:

"Lord Shou, if you have any thoughts about me, just think them; you don't need to say them out loud."

"Feigning death?"

Dao Qiongcang looked at the brand new Lord Shou in front of him, listening to the "lewd move" that came out of his mouth, and fell into contemplation.

Very impressive!

It had to be said, Xu Xiaoshou's technique of external manifestation, even after seeing it again, still made one marvel… Compared to the Storyteller's, it was truly a case of the student surpassing the master!

This polite Xu Xiaoshou, who introduced himself as "Jinren" upon appearing, Dao Qiongcang meticulously observed for a while, missing no details, yet the regret persisted.

He couldn't find any difference between the true body and the avatar.

If he couldn't tell the difference, Dao Qiongcang had reason to suspect that no one in the world could spot the flaw.

At one point, Dao Qiongcang even thought that the person in front of him was the real Xu Xiaoshou, and that he had changed his clothes and personality after disappearing, merely playing a trick on him.

True and false, false and true.

Dao Qiongcang knew what Xu Xiaoshou was thinking.

This guy intentionally showed off this move, indicating he was very confident and not afraid of being seen through. He just wanted anyone who saw Jinren to have an extra layer of doubt:

In the future, when encountering Xu Xiaoshou, unless two or more were killed simultaneously, everyone would question whether Xu Xiaoshou was truly dead.

"Yes, it's feigning death."

The newly appeared Xu Xiaoshou, named "Jinren," spoke very seriously, his gaze sweeping over Dao, Yue, and Cao in front of him, then solemnly spreading his hands:

"Why does a person live?"

The three in front were all stunned by the question.

Are you really Xu Xiaoshou?

Your speech, personality, way of speaking… Everything has changed, okay? Where is there such a unique external avatar?

Jinren ignored their suspicious looks and answered his own question:

"Body, soul, consciousness determine a person's existence!"

"And only when these three coexist and depart together, will a person's trace in this world be generated and eliminated."

"Of course!" He nodded, looking at Dao Qiongcang, and smiled faintly:

"I don't mean to belittle the Dao of Memory; I mean that 'consciousness' includes memory, and when erased, it ceases to exist altogether."

Dao Qiongcang remained silent.

The point of his silence was not whether Xu Xiaoshou looked down on his Dao of Memory.

The abilities he possessed would not become stronger or depreciate because of whether others looked down on them.

Nor was Dao Qiongcang someone who would rejoice over external things or grieve over himself.

He was silent because Lord Shou's 'lewdness' was a bit too avant-garde at this moment—even he, the "show-off old Daoist" in others' words, was a bit confused about what this guy was trying to do.

"Brother Xiaoshou, what are you talking about?" Cao Erzhun scratched his head, indicating if he could speak plainly.

Jinren turned back and smiled at him.

The latter shivered, feeling that this smile was like Uncle Dao's, no, it was even more perverse!

Brother Xiaoshou explained "kindly":

"In short, when the sense of existence of body, spirit, and consciousness is reduced to infinitely close to zero, yet not truly dead, and can still revive… this is 'feigning death'."

"The degree of feigning death itself doesn't exist; it changes at any time due to enemies, environment, rules, etc."

"Just like here!"

Jinren looked around the space of the Divine Relic, pointing to the invisible Heavenly Dao here:

"The rules of the Divine Relic are incomplete, and the definition of 'existence' itself is very vague."

"According to the rules set by Ran Ming, 'existences' like Spirit Cultivators, even if their bodies die, as long as their souls and consciousness are still there, they will be 'guided' and sent back to their original location before entering the relic."

"But some 'existences' like 'spiritual artifacts' and 'spiritual herbs', which are so spiritual that they are comparable to Spirit Cultivators, have the opposite characteristics: their souls are relatively strong, and their bodies are relatively fragile."

"These 'existences'—spiritual artifacts being broken is equivalent to their bodies being destroyed; spiritual herbs being uprooted is no different from being cut in half… yet they don't die, why?"

"When they are with a Spirit Cultivator, once the Spirit Cultivator commits suicide and leaves the Divine Relic, they can follow as 'items' to the Saint-God Continent, instead of returning to their original location as 'existences', why?"

Cao Erzhun gasped, his brain starting to ache.

Yes, humans are existences, and weapons that have developed artifact spirits are also existences, so why is their "treatment" different?

As a mature Cao Erzhun, Cao Erzhun gave up thinking and waited for Brother Xiaoshou's explanation.

A smile then appeared on Jinren's face, an expression of Dao Qiongcang-like wisdom in hand, as he slowly explained:

"These are enough to corroborate my point, aren't they?"

"The Divine Relic's definition of 'existence' is very vague, and its definition of 'guidance' is also very rigid."

"Perhaps the rules were originally very clear, but because too much time has passed, what should have been clear has become vague, becoming what we see now… Naturally, there are loopholes to exploit!"

"So?" Dao Qiongcang indicated that this was simple to understand and he didn't want to hear idle talk, only Xu Xiaoshou's conclusion.

Jinren then said, "So, if I enter the 'feigned death' state I just mentioned, reducing my form of 'existence' to be on par with spiritual artifacts, spiritual herbs, etc., avoiding the rigid rules of the Divine Relic…"

He looked at Dao Qiongcang's ring: "Is it possible that you could smuggle me out of the Divine Relic, like taking out a spiritual artifact with low spirituality?"

Cao Erzhun gasped again.

This time he understood: Brother Xiaoshou had talked so much simply because he didn't want to return directly to Mount Gui Zhe after leaving the Divine Relic to face Ai Cangsheng.

What about me then?

I also came from Mount Gui Zhe!

"Don't be so anxious yet."

Jinren held Erzhun's frantically gesturing hand, indicating that he couldn't consider that much for now.

If it really came to it, you could cultivate in the Divine Relic for a while; the rules here are extremely high-level, making it a sacred place for cultivation.

Why be in such a hurry to leave? Rushing to be reborn?

"I understand what you mean…" Dao Qiongcang stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face, and quickly hit the nail on the head:

"Feigned death, how would you achieve it?"

"If you need to deceive the rules of the Divine Relic with all three Daos of body, spirit, and consciousness, the required realm is not low."

Jinren lowered his eyebrows, smiling gently and affably:

"That, is a secret."

Good heavens!

Dao Qiongcang's heart silently tightened.

He had truly underestimated Xu Xiaoshou.

He had thought that even if this guy could display the Dao Map for his body, spirit, and consciousness Daos, it would be impossible for all of them to reach the realm of profound meaning.

Now, listening to his "feigned death" theory, it seemed he might truly possess the profound meaning in all of them!

"His method also coincides with mine…"

Indeed, Dao Qiongcang had similar plans.

But he needed to achieve less than Xu Xiaoshou, and the process was simpler.

In the array plate, there were still several remnant souls of wronged spirits, near death from being sucked dry by Cuiyin—only soul fragments remained. If he hadn't continuously poured power into them to protect them, they would have reincarnated long ago.

No physical body, consciousness muddled.

It could be said that as long as their soul aura was concealed and they were refined… well, "made" like the array spirits of the array plate.

Dao Qiongcang was confident that he could take the remnant souls of Wuxiu and a few others out of the Divine Relic without them separating.

Now, after hearing Xu Xiaoshou's talk of feigning death…

In a trance, Dao Qiongcang thought Xu Xiaoshou had already seen through his plan and was hinting at him.

Are you asking me to hand over the souls, indicating we're still good friends?

Or do you want me to demand the souls from you, breaking our ties and causing unpleasantness?

Dao Qiongcang quickly sorted out his thoughts, then praised with a non-committal smile:

"Lord Shou is brilliant."

"This plan is excellent, I hadn't even thought of it… Shall we go out now?"

He silently put the array plate into his sleeve, not daring to be outdone by the current show.

"Alright, then I'll die for a bit."

As soon as Jinren finished speaking, Cao Erzhun watched in horror as Brother Xiaoshou, like a salted fish whose curing process had been accelerated, had all his blood drained out.

His flesh, bones, tendons, organs, etc., seemed to have completely vanished, and his body quickly dehydrated, becoming as thin as a sheet of paper.

His soul shriveled.

His consciousness faded.

He died on the spot!

A foot stepped out of the void, and another Brother Xiaoshou calmly walked out, picked up the paper-thin Brother Xiaoshou, shook him twice, folded him a few times, then handed the handkerchief-like Brother Xiaoshou to Dao Qiongcang.

Dao Qiongcang calmly took the handkerchief-like Brother Xiaoshou and placed him into a brand new spatial ring, as naturally as eating and drinking.

"Take good care of me, my Dao."

"Of course, my Xu."

Cao Erzhun's hair stood on end after hearing this.

No, why were they so calm doing such terrifying things?

Just watching it made me feel like I'd have nightmares tonight, how could you all… how could you be like this!

"Then next…"

Dao Qiongcang gestured towards the sky, "Open the door?"

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, clutching the Heavenly Realm Core, but made no move.

Yue Gongli watched with anticipation.

He was very grateful that these two had finally ignored him; that was the best possible outcome.

But at this last step, why had these two dirty people stopped, looking at each other, both smiling subtly?

"What are they doing…"

Yue Gongli muttered inwardly, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Soon he lowered his head.

Xu Xiaoshou's smile deepened: "Old 'show-off' Daoist, it's the very end, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Dao Qiongcang was startled, then slightly surprised: "Advice? Do you also want me to give you a piece of advice?"

"I don't need advice."

"Then, take care?"

After a pause, he added with a chuckle, "I thought Lord Shou didn't need these verbal… um, courtesies."

Xu Xiaoshou was still smiling: "I also thought our relationship was good enough that we didn't need such meaningless pleasantries and could go straight to business."

Business?

What other business could there be?

Dao Qiongcang's expression was perfectly set to make it seem as though he was pondering these questions. Not long after, he waved his hand generously:

"Is Lord Shou talking about the 'Long' character?"

"It's fine, you can study the Origin True Stele first."

"I'll be back to this Divine Relic. When we separate and if either of us needs help, we can just meet here."

At this point, his tone became a bit teasing:

"Lord Shou isn't planning to claim the Divine Relic as your own as soon as I leave, are you? This is 'our' common property."

Xu Xiaoshou stared at this filthy thing, scrutinizing him for a long time, concluding that he was neither human inside nor out, and finally could only shake his head and sigh.

He pulled out a Relic Jade Charm, whose function and effect were equivalent to an Xingjie Jade Charm, and handed it to Dao Qiongcang:

"Welcome home anytime."

"I deserve it." Dao Qiongcang satisfactorily accepted the jade charm and put it away. Then… there was no more to it. He stared at the void, signaling to open the door.

You only eat and don't spit, not even a tiny bit of waste?

Xu Xiaoshou felt a surge of anger in his heart, trying to calm himself, "Old 'show-off' Daoist, your skin is really thick!"

"What makes you say that?"

Xu Xiaoshou curled his lips, coldly chuckling, "If I don't ask for it, are you really not going to give it to me?"

Cao Erzhun was originally analyzing the deeper meaning of their conversation, trying hard to learn, but at this point, he jolted and looked up.

Something's not right!

I'm not right!

I must have misunderstood, learned it wrong…

But a suggestive smile suddenly appeared on Dao Qiongcang's face: "If you don't say it, how would I know you want it?"

Brother Xiaoshou was even more extreme: "If I want it, will you give it?"

Dao Qiongcang went mad: "Of course!"

Cao Erzhun clutched his head, feeling that he shouldn't be here; a twenty-six-year-old baby couldn't listen to such things.

Brother Xiaoshou's expression turned incredibly cold, and he said with killing intent, "My master! Return him! Do I need to be more direct?"

And he even had to add "master"...

Oh, Brother Xiaoshou was asking for someone from him… Cao Erzhun shrank his neck, somewhat unaccustomed to his own body, stiffly putting down his hand.

He then raised his hand to adjust his clothes, then put it down, then raised it again to scratch his head, indicating that he had raised his hands to hold his head just now to scratch it.

"Oh."

"You mean that."

Dao Qiongcang slapped his head, finally remembering, and took out the array plate, saying, "I almost forgot, my apologies… By the way, do you only want your master?"

He stopped his movement on the array plate, not immediately extracting Wuxiu's remnant soul.

Your mouth is truly tough. Do you really think the Super Dao Transformation of the Dao of Memory can guide my Super Dao Transformation of the Dao of Intent?

Xu Xiaoshou was too lazy to argue back and forth with this guy: "Old Sang, Water Ghost, Cen Qiaofu, Bai Zhou, I want them all back!"

Yue Gongli's pupils suddenly dilated, looking at Dao Qiongcang with a hint of disbelief, but he quickly controlled his facial muscles. His expression changed slightly then rapidly returned to calm, while he simultaneously lowered his head.

"Stop pretending."

"Do you really think I don't know you have something that can resist guidance?"

Dao Qiongcang turned his head, then gave Yue Gongli a side glance after speaking, "Your acting is quite clumsy."

Yue Gongli: "…"

He kept his head down, saying nothing.

He just clenched his jaw then relaxed it, his fists slightly tightened but not clenched, and all parts of his body followed suit, completely relaxing.

Dao Qiongcang clapped his hands: "This is good, it has a bit of a 'you just wait' feel to it."

Yue Gongli: "…"

He opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

With this back-and-forth, Xu Xiaoshou almost forgot about Old Sang and the others again; his heart tightened once more.

But the Super Dao Transformation Intent Dao Pan was too strong!

Its passive enhancement effect was incredible!

Even Cuiyin couldn't guide him, so how could Dao Qiongcang?

If he didn't want to alert Xu Xiaoshou, he could only "indirectly guide" him, less overtly.

But if it wasn't overt, the guiding force wouldn't be strong enough—a vicious cycle!

And he had already developed the subconscious reaction of "if it feels wrong, it's being guided," capable of actively checking the information bar or directly tracing the source of the guidance.

Therefore, Dao Qiongcang could only affect him for a moment, not for more than half a breath.

This was already the extent he could achieve after his Super Dao Transformation of the Dao of Memory had improved!

One breath was actually terrifying.

Experts could do too many things in that time.

But to deal with the only "unpredictable" among the Ten Venerables, a fully mature "unpredictable," being able to quickly realize "being guided," and shortening the "influenced" time to half a breath…

Xu Xiaoshou had done his best.

For the remaining half-breath, his countermeasure was very physical—when discussing important matters, he would slow down every sentence, allowing himself to think more meticulously.

Unexpectedly, the simplest method also turned out to be very effective.

When the idea of Jinren committing suicide came to him, Xu Xiaoshou thought of Old Sang and the others, and began waiting for Dao Qiongcang to hand them over voluntarily.

He never expected Dao Qiongcang's brazenness to be even thicker than anticipated.

He stubbornly carried out the shallow excuse of "I also forgot" to the very end, betting that "no one would dare to fall out with me, Dao."

What could be done about this?

Only disgust could defeat disgust.

Only by being dirtier than the "show-off old Daoist" could he possibly defeat the "show-off old Daoist"!

"Old Sang."

Dao Qiongcang then extracted a large pile of shattered soul fragments: "Severely wounded, almost crippled."

"Water Ghost."

Dao Qiongcang extracted Yu Mo's: "Same."

"Cen Qiaofu."

Dao Qiongcang extracted the last few dull fragments, musing, "This one might have damaged the foundation. You might not be able to revive him successfully, and if you do, there's a seventy percent chance… he'll be an idiot."

After speaking, he quickly added, "I absolutely didn't do this. If you need it, I can swear to it."

Xu Xiaoshou slowly closed his eyes.

He severed the initial encounter with Tian Sang Ling Gong and the "Hedgehog";

He severed the "silhouette" of the desperate fight carrying the Blood Tree's Yin Branch in the Eight Palaces;

He severed the guidance and heart-to-heart talks after the Spiritual Aperture Exchange Meeting in Dongtianwangcheng, when the guy who had secretly protected him came upstairs;

He severed the hot-bloodedness and might of the old fellow who, after the furious opening of the front line in the Four Elephants Secret Realm, brought axe light and tribulation lightning all the way;

He severed the silly, blank expression of someone who was clearly quite smart, but after meeting Old Sang and the Water Ghost in the Divine Relic, became a fool who only stared blankly and said "ah, yes, yes, yes"…

"Is he that kind of idiot?"

Xu Xiaoshou himself was startled, quickly cutting off the rapidly flashing memories.

He also cut off the thought of why this old man, despite being so old and not strong, always dared to take the risk of initiating battles.

"Saint Servant, Cen Qiaofu…"

He cut off everything, silently taking the soul fragments.

He knew all too well that compared to the profound Old Sang and profound Water Ghost, the old woodcutter's foundation was weaker.

His comprehension of "half a life in the mountains, one night severing the Dao" was certainly high, but how did it compare to the Ten Venerables?

Even a god fighting Cuiyin could only destroy his physical body, being heavily constrained.

Cen Qiaofu, a mere newly promoted Half-Saint, talent aside, hadn't fully actualized his potential and was still a hundred and eight thousand li away from the Ten Venerables. Not dying was already a great fortune… no, a miracle!

Cuiyin's disarray, though disarray, was due to being repeatedly entrapped and stepping into pits, akin to Yan Wuse on Void Island being worn down from full strength to zero.

Essentially…

He, was an Ancestor God; how could he be so easy to deal with?

"Feng Yujin."

At this name, Dao Qiongcang hesitated.

But he glanced over and saw that Xu Xiaoshou's expression wasn't good, so he chose to give Feng Yujin.

He hadn't expected Xu Xiaoshou to remember even this person.

This was the one whose presence Dao Qiongcang had most deliberately tried to diminish.

From this, it could be seen that Xu Xiaoshou's Dao of Intent was likely more than eight tenths, its progress perhaps comparable to his own Dao of Memory.

He was so young, how had he also achieved Super Dao Transformation?

Or perhaps…

Recalling the effortlessly achieved "feigned death," Dao Qiongcang boldly guessed: could it be that Xu Xiaoshou had achieved Super Dao Transformation in all three Daos—body, spirit, and consciousness?

—He never judged a person's Dao comprehension by the brightness of their Dao Map, because the Azure Scroll itself was an act of deception.

"Eyes can deceive, but calculations cannot!"

On this point, Dao Qiongcang, who had to speak a name to receive a soul body, expressed his firm belief.

Feng Tian Shengdi's soul fragment looked even dimmer than Cen Qiaofu's.

There was no helping it; at that time, he was the primary contributor to maintaining the energy supply of Ran Ming's Divine Court.

Without him, the Saint Emperor, holding the line in front, the Half-Saint juniors behind him combined might not have been able to sustain it for even a quarter of an hour.

"He…" Xu Xiaoshou saw the color was so faint, finding it hard to speak.

"His foundation is that of a Saint Emperor, so he won't perish so quickly." Dao Qiongcang smiled this time, "Rao Mang was an accident; Saint Emperors generally don't end up so miserably, being possessed by an Ancestor God."

Xu Xiaoshou took the soul fragments, wondering if he should take this opportunity to separate Mo Mo and Feng Yujin.

"Bai Zhou."

He finally named one last person.

Xu Xiaoshou reached out, but no soul fragment appeared.

He looked up; Dao Qiongcang was staring at him with a half-smile, his tone soft, his attitude firm:

"Lord Shou, you've overstepped."

(End of Chapter)

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