nyslfriends Chapter 45: Successful annihilation, a huge harvest.
Chapter 45: Successful annihilation, a huge harvest.
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Seeing how agitated she was, even stubbornly insisting on taking it, Fang Han finally sighed and gave in indulgently.
"Fine, fine, take it. I don't need it anyway. Just be careful not to cut yourself," he said nonchalantly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a notification sounded in his mind that surprised him: "Detection indicates that you intend to bestow this Netherworld artifact, the Death Skeleton Scythe, upon your only contracted Yin object. Confirm bestowal?"
"Does this really warrant a special notification sound? It's just a broken scythe." Fang Han muttered speechlessly, then randomly selected "Yes".
But the next second, the bizarre scene before him immediately brought a look of astonished interest to his face.
Because after he made the choice to "bestow," the originally enormous, ominous black scythe of death suddenly burst out with a blinding black light under some invisible force of rules. Then the entire blade began to shrink rapidly at a visible speed, as if it had been forcibly compressed by an invisible giant hand.
In a short while, it shrunk to the perfect size that Xiaoqian's slender white fingers could hold firmly.
When Xiaoqian saw that the weapon she had been longing for had finally grown to a size that suited her, she let out a cold, excited cheer. She glided forward and steadily grasped the miniature scythe that exuded a heavy aura of death in her hand with her slender white fingers. Then she turned around and proudly showed it to Fang Han like a child who had just received a new toy, her dark eyes full of smugness.
They were incredibly smug and arrogant.
"This Xuan-grade Netherworld artifact can change size according to its master's will? Does all high-grade weapons have this basic function of changing size at will?" Fang Han looked at this scene, which resembled a magical artifact recognizing its master, with great curiosity.
But then he thought about the weapons he had acquired before, and realized it was unlikely.
This scythe seems to be more suited to Xiaoqian because it belongs to the "Necromantic" category.
However, the thought of a seemingly cold and gentle female ghost wielding a miniature version of a death scythe specifically designed to harvest souls, and viciously hacking people away, sent a chill down Fang Han's spine.
The scene was quite bizarrely striking.
"Xiaoqian, why don't you try out the power of this scythe and see if you like it?" Fang Han suggested, pointing to an open space in the distance.
"Woo—" He immediately received a confident and proud response from Xiaoqian.
Suddenly, the immense Yin energy within Xiaoqian's body surged, and the poignant light emanating from her white robes and purple patterns flowed like water from her slender white fingers into the scythe of death and bones.
The next second, a terrifying aura, far more terrifying than before and enough to make one's soul tremble, emanated from the shrunken scythe like a ferocious beast awakening.
As if magnified countless times, Xiaoqian's delicate and somewhat frail soul seemed to be holding a giant blade capable of cleaving mountains high in her own perception.
She then slashed the miniature scythe, which emanated a heavy aura of death, down hard into the open space in front of her.
A black, crescent-shaped blade of light, condensed to its utmost, instantly detached from the edge of the scythe and expanded upon contact with the wind.
The terrifying blade light seemed to easily slice through the solid void in front of it, like tearing cloth. Wherever it passed, the barren and hard earth silently cracked open from the middle, forming a bottomless, thousand-meter-long ravine.
It wasn't until the terrifying blade of light flew over a thousand meters away that it completely exploded, leaving behind a huge crater like a meteorite impact.
Seeing this, Fang Han was slightly stunned.
How can a single strike cause such terrifying damage and destructive range? And this seems to be just the most basic physical attack level of this Death Bone Scythe.
If Xiaoqian were to combine the eerie properties of her scythe, such as dark corrosion, soul harvesting, or soul cutting, with her attacks, the power would be even more terrifying and unpredictable.
"Looking at it this way, you and this scythe are quite compatible. It's like it was made just for you." Although the combination of their appearances is a bit eerie, Xiaoqian herself is also an anomaly among ghosts.
In Fang Han's eyes, apart from that peculiar desolation, he really didn't see anything particularly stunning about her.
"Woo—" Xiaoqian rarely received such praise from Fang Han, and let out a blissful moan.
She slung the Death Bone Scythe that was bound to her over her back, fluttered her ethereal wings, and floated to Fang Han's side like a swallow returning to its nest, snuggling close to him affectionately.
The little episode of bestowing the Death Bone Scythe upon the contracted Yin creature was quickly put behind them.
Fang Han took a deep breath and shifted his attention to the last item dropped by the Skeleton Knight, which was also the one he valued most.
One ticket to the Dark Caverns.
The description says that the Dark Cavern is a hidden subspace that the Abyss Undead race has carved out and managed for countless years in the rifts of the Underworld with their supreme resentment. The aura of death inside is so dense that it is almost tangible, and countless undead of all kinds are conceived and wander within it.
At the same time, this dark cavern was also a necessary route opened up by those higher-level undead races to evade the surveillance of the Netherworld's will, and to reach and corrupt the first-level wandering soul Netherworld.
Triggering this entry ticket allows you to temporarily open a rift to the Dark Abyss anywhere, which lasts for one day.
Once you step inside, you must suppress all the dead souls in this area and completely wipe out this lair within the time limit in order to obtain the qualification and key to control and completely dominate this subspace.
The danger rating is 30. It is sincerely recommended that you form a strong Netherworld Alliance to enter the area to ensure your safety.
The information in the Dark Cavern was easy to understand, and Fang Han only glanced at it before immediately grasping the strategic intent behind it.
"Good heavens, isn't this so-called Dark Cavern just one of those high-difficulty dungeons in games specifically for leveling up and farming loot? A subspace hidden in a rift in the underworld, a lair of the dead, and the only way for those high-level dead to reach this first-level underworld. If I can completely wipe out this dungeon-like subspace and seize it for myself, doesn't that mean I can use this Dark Cavern to launch a reverse invasion and directly step into the world of the second-level vengeful spirit underworld?"
Fang Han thought about it more and more and felt that this was possible.
Those abyssal undead race are genuine high-dimensional species, possessing the ability to fight across the underworld.
Although he doesn't yet know exactly which level of the terrifying underworld this race is rooted in, based on all the information he currently has, they definitely have official territory and outposts in the second level of the vengeful spirit underworld.
This dark cave is a hidden dungeon that leads to or connects to that place.
"This place must be taken; it will be my springboard to advance to the second realm. But not now. Don't miss the exciting part: Chapter 45 Successfully Annihilated, Huge Gains - Full Text Available Now." I need to think this through carefully. I should wait until tomorrow when the final novice assessment is officially over and all the rewards are settled before making any decisions. Fang Han quickly calculated the detailed plan for the next step in his mind, keeping this matter firmly in mind.
Finally, he focused his attention on the hatred and reputation values that appeared last.
Currently, his hatred level is increased by 30 from the Abyss Undead Clan, meaning he is already in an adversarial relationship with this clan. Hunting members of this clan will earn him favor with the Order faction and corresponding reputation points.
Currently, reputation points are increased by 30. The Order faction usually favors those who represent justice, courage, and strength, and who dare to oppose the Chaos, Evil, and Death factions.
The higher your reputation, the greater the privileges and benefits you can enjoy within the Order faction. Accumulating enough reputation can even attract the attention of certain Order-side deities, allowing you to obtain the precious "divine blessing".
"This feels exactly like grinding reputation with other races in those games. I just wonder if these precious reputation points can also be used to buy unique equipment and ghost magic from a certain 'Order Shop', just like in the game," Fang Han thought to himself.
He vaguely remembered that some games with particularly grand settings had such a complete reputation system. After the reputation with certain races or even specific gods reached a certain level, one could enter that faction's secret shop and buy powerful equipment and rare skills that were impossible to obtain outside. One could even get powerful titles from the opposing faction's NPCs to enhance combat power.
And this so-called reputation value seems to be just that.
It's just unknown where that "Order Faction" has set up a foothold in this underworld.
It didn't take long for Fang Han to carefully sort through all the gains from this wave of the Soul Calamity invasion.
In summary, although these gains did not significantly boost his current formidable combat power, the underlying potential benefits and future strategic intentions are clear and of immense value.
Just like that Dark Cavern dungeon that we haven't stepped into yet, once it's completely cleared, we can take over an entire subspace, and it's very likely that we can use it as a springboard to fight our way into the higher-level Second Realm Wraith-level Underworld.
This is the most crucial spoil of this battle to defend the city.
As for the others, the wraith warhorse used for transportation and the death skeleton scythe given to Xiaoqian to play with are far inferior in comparison, at most just icing on the cake.
He looked up at the gloomy sky. There was still some time before the final novice assessment settlement tomorrow, and it was still early.
He used his spiritual power to summon the warhorse he had just acquired, and mounted it.
"Alright, there's nothing to do here anyway, let's go outside the town and get some materials to upgrade our wooden houses. The town head should set an example." With that thought, the ghostly warhorse, its body engulfed in a ghastly green flame, reared up, let out a neigh, and then, with its four hooves off the ground and its feet treading on spiritual flames, it soared through the air, transforming into a streak of light and rushing out of the bustling construction site of Daxia Town.
Xiaoqian folded her wings and floated quietly beside him, tilting her head curiously to examine Fang Han's new mount.
A very human-like look of bewilderment appeared on her pale, delicate face, as if she were silently saying: This slow-moving tin can isn't even as fast as I can float on my own. Why is my master riding it? Wouldn't it be faster and more agile to let me float with my master?
Of course, Fang Han was focused on experiencing the "push-back feeling" of his new mount at the moment, so he couldn't understand Xiaoqian's rather bold little expression.
Otherwise, the hairs on his body would probably stand on end.
To have a female ghost carry you on a journey—that's a really extreme fetish.
......
Looking at Nie Xiaoqian's attribute panel, which had been completely transformed due to her second reversion to her ancestral form, Fang Han fell silent.
According to the rules he had learned before, the limit of Yin Yuan cultivation that an ordinary second-realm vengeful spirit could contain in its soul was generally 1,500 years.
Once you reach this threshold, you need to find a way to evolve your soul and enter the third realm, the vengeful ghost level, before you can continue to advance. Rare vengeful spirits like Xiaoqian's had an incredibly high limit, reaching ten thousand years.
But this time, Fang Han relied on the infusion feedback system to infuse 1.55 million years of cultivation into it in one go, directly pushing this limit to its limit.
It was this very coincidence that brought out Xiaoqian's one-in-a-million second ancestral reversion.
In other words, those extra cultivation levels were directly transformed into deeper "potential" in her soul, forcibly pushing her life level from the rare level to this extraordinary level that she had never even heard of.
The limit of Yin Yuan cultivation that her current superior soul body can contain is definitely much more terrifying than it was in the previous ten thousand years.
The exact amount wasn't written on the panel, and Fang Han, as the owner, didn't know either. But what was certain was that, judging from the current frighteningly rapid improvement, the benefits of reverting to ancestral ways seemed no less than those of methodically pursuing life evolution.
The former is to rediscover the ancient glory that has long been buried in the river of time. In other words, if in the oldest and most chaotic era, a terrifying female ghost with boundless power and a reputation that resounded throughout the heavens was truly born in this underworld, then Xiaoqian's ancestral direction is very likely to be towards that legendary ultimate form, gradually transforming and approaching it.
Perhaps that legendary ancestral female ghost was a fifth-realm ghost general, or even a forbidden being from the sixth or seventh realm of the underworld. The power of her bloodline is enough to fundamentally transform her descendants.
Of course, this is just Fang Han's guess based on the limited information he has at the moment.
In his preconceived notion, even the strongest female ghost couldn't possibly reach the terrifying level of being able to crush a dragon, as legend has it.
Therefore, compared to the former, the concept of "life evolution," which has a clear objective and allows individuals to choose their own evolutionary path, seems clearer.
After all, the ancient times have long passed, and the so-called glory of our ancestors is too vague and full of unknowns.
Just as Fang Han was pondering these things, Xiaoqian finally slowly woke up from that strange state of reversion to her ancestral nature.
She lowered her head and curiously examined her new soul body, which resembled a beautiful crystal. Her pale and delicate face immediately showed an undisguised frown, and she even gently stroked the crystal patterns on her clothes with her slender white fingers.
Judging from her expression, she seemed a little dissatisfied with her transformed appearance, which resembled a jeweled ghost.
When she looked up and saw Fang Han staring straight at her, Xiaoqian's crystal-clear face immediately showed a flustered expression like that of a young girl.
She suddenly flapped her wings and floated to Fang Han's side, gently turning her beautiful face away as if she were too ashamed to show her face.