Chapter 54: Deception from Amon

Chapter 54: Deception from Amon

It was over.

Luo Feng did not know whether it was anger or sorrow that made him murmur, “Supreme God, Rootless One, let me see—what are you, truly?”

At the very instant Rootless One died, the Supreme God fragment within his body, like a fledgling returning to its nest, flew into Luo Feng. This was the attraction of a common origin, bringing immense benefit. Yet if he could, Luo Feng would rather forgo such fortune.

He placed his hopes of awakening Luo Yuan and Zheng Zha, of saving Biqing, on the new Supreme God fragment.

A radiant shard merged seamlessly with another, as water flows into the sea—everything occurred naturally, inevitably, and righteously.

In an instant, dazzling brilliance bloomed within Luo Feng as the two fragments became one. An indescribable sensation welled up in his heart, mysterious and profound, stirring something deep within.

Rootless One had been not only a Reincarnator, but also a Supreme God—a master of the Supreme God.

Reincarnator: Luo Feng (Supreme God’s Master)
ID: 00-0
Skills: Ancestral Qi Breathing, 108 layers; Ninefold Golden Body, First Heaven;
Achievements: Human Immortal in Manifestation, Elder of the Shangqing Sect;
Item: Amon’s Gift;
Main Quest: None
Reward: None

The fusion of the Supreme God fragments brought about subtle and mysterious changes, allowing Luo Feng to grasp more information.

Most notably, an additional item attribute appeared.

With a thought, Luo Feng found something extra in his hand—a single black monocle.

[Amon’s Gift]
[Star Level: Seven Stars]
[Effect: -1s; Rebirth;]
[Side Effect (Hidden): Crafted by the God of Mischief, thus fate will play a little joke on you.]
[Appraisal: What you believe to be hope is, in truth, despair.]

“So that’s how it is?!”

“It’s truly so!”

Luo Feng murmured, realization and anger flashing in his eyes.

Rootless One’s life had been nothing short of legendary. Not only did he possess the identity of a Reincarnator, but also that of a Transmigrator and a Reborn—three identities intertwined.

Relying on his advantages as a Reincarnator and Transmigrator, he stirred up chaos everywhere he went. His ultimate technique, Divine Spirit Clarity, was created specifically for his life-bound Yellow Talisman.

Yet Rootless One never anticipated that Amon’s Gift bore a hidden side effect: it fabricated a Heavenly Talisman True Immortal named Luo Feng.

In reality, the true Luo Feng was devoted to cultivating both life and fate, just one step away from becoming a Primal True Immortal. The Yellow Talisman produced in the Supreme God’s domain truly belonged to Zheng Zha.

Fortune brought by an item; downfall also wrought by an item.

Amon’s Gift was both Rootless One’s trump card and the tool of his demise.

“No wonder it is called the God of Mischief’s artifact.”

“But, in the end, it is only a god of mischief,” Luo Feng muttered in disappointment, putting away the monocle.

This item could not save Luo Yuan, Zheng Zha, or even Biqing.

As for mimicking Rootless One in using Amon’s Gift, it would most likely be a futile sacrifice—a trick of fate.

After all, this was a divine item of the God of Mischief. Rootless One himself had died to its little joke! Who could tell if there were other hidden side effects?

Gazing solemnly at the scene before him, Luo Yuan remained unconscious, while Zheng Zha had become a living shell. Yet, at least, there remained hope for recovery.

Biqing, however, was the most tragic—having lost too much blood, there was no possibility of saving him.

Luo Feng’s expression grew bleak as he prepared to collect Biqing’s remains.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed by his ear.

“Biqing?!”

Luo Feng’s eyes snapped open, a sliver of divine sense drifting forth. He saw an illusory, fragile Biqing’s soul circling about him, its weakness sheltered by the fortune surrounding Luo Feng.

“So this is the state after death?” Luo Feng stretched out a finger and poked Biqing’s soul, which shone with over thirty percent white light, the rest shrouded in gray mist.

Biqing gave a pained expression. “Uncle Feng, are you sure you should be able to touch me?”

Luo Feng nodded.

“How’s Yuan Yuan?”

“She’s in no mortal danger. But do you know your own state?”

Biqing nodded, then shook his head. He recalled, “The world after death is darkness, silence, lethargy… I should have entered the cycle of reincarnation. But somehow, I was drawn by the light around you, Uncle Feng, and cannot yet leave.”

“Is this the effect of fortune?” Luo Feng sighed lightly. “Since that’s so, it’s all yours.”

With a wave of his hand, countless points of light enveloped Biqing. The fortune, at Luo Feng’s command, wrapped around Biqing’s soul. Pure white lights merged into him, radiating dazzling brilliance, purifying all the remaining gray mist.

When a tenth of his fortune was spent, suddenly a platinum light burst forth. As the radiance faded, Biqing appeared as flawless as mutton-fat jade, pure inside and out, his form crystalline like glass.

Luo Feng mused, “Flawless inside and out, transcending the yin, a spark of yang is born.”

At this moment, Biqing looked like a little being of pure light.

“Uncle Feng, I have to go,” Biqing said suddenly, sensing something, panic flickering in his eyes.

Luo Feng waved him on. “Go ahead. I’ll come for you.”

With the aid of fortune, Biqing had shed his yin nature. Once his yang was born, he could be called a Ghost Immortal. Among the Five Immortals, a Ghost Immortal stands below the others: transcending the yin, form unclear, nameless among ghosts, unnamed among the Three Mountains. Though they escape reincarnation, they cannot return to the blessed isles; in the end, they have no home but to surrender to the cycle and await rebirth.

In the eyes of Pure Yang True Immortals, Ghost Immortals are of the lowest order.

Still, to bear the title of immortal is extraordinary in itself.

Reincarnation is no longer a matter of life or death for a Ghost Immortal. The transmigration of souls is but a long journey; one day, they will return.

Biqing nodded, glanced longingly at Luo Yuan, then bowed deeply and strode resolutely into the cycle of reincarnation.

Watching as that figure faded into the distance, Luo Feng stood dazed for a long while, then could not help but mock himself: “In the end, my cultivation is still lacking, my realm is not enough!”

If only he possessed three thousand divine senses, able to sweep the land in an instant, he could have arrived at the moment Zheng Zha and the others were in danger and stopped the tragedy.

If only he had opened the mysterious gate, grasped the true ancestral qi, he could have restored Biqing’s body easily—why seek another life through reincarnation, why suffer the enigma of the womb?

If only he had completed the threefold convergence and become a Primal True Immortal, things would not have come to this!

Would it have come to this, truly?

“Am I still too weak after all?”

He whispered to himself, his resolve to attain the state of Primal True Immortal firmer than ever before.

With a sweep of his robe, Luo Feng prepared to take Luo Yuan and Zheng Zha away. But a scan of his divine sense revealed several strangers waiting at the foot of the mountain.

[Reincarnation Envoy]
[Name: Zhang Huayi]
[Rank: Servant]

[Reincarnation Envoy]
[Name: Feng Tianyang]
[Rank: Servant]

…

The Eight Strange Talents?

A glint of insight appeared in Luo Feng’s eyes. Perhaps they could treat Luo Yuan and Zheng Zha.

The Source of Qi Art concerns the flesh; Summoning Spirits and Dispatching Generals relates to the soul. The other unique skills, to varying degrees, also pertain to the human body.

Luo Feng took a single step, tossing Rootless One’s corpse before the group.

“This poor Daoist executed Rootless One. If any of you wish to avenge him, step forward.” His voice was cold as ice. “If not, I’ll offer you a choice.”

With a flick of his finger, he shattered a distant mountain peak.

After a silence, a surprised voice rang out, “Uncle Master? I, Ben Zai, am here to thank you for your rescue!”

Luo Feng turned to see a young man among the group kneel in respect.

Ma Ben Zai, son of Ma Tianling, was Luo Feng’s junior nephew.

In a low voice, Ma Ben Zai explained, “Uncle Master, please forgive us and hear me out. Though Rootless One called himself our leader, in truth we were more like his servants, all bound by his restraints. You have shown us great kindness. Whatever you command, we will obey without hesitation.”

The other strangers nodded fervently. Setting aside the debt of rescue, they had no desire to die.

(End of chapter)