Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 254 The Unlucky Son of Fortune

Chen Xingzhi suddenly understood why old guys like Zhao Zicheng could live so long.

The so-called evil will last for a thousand years. These old guys who have certain strength but can lose face at any time are definitely the evil among evils.

He glanced at the three people below and said slowly:
"It seems that you are all people who know the current situation, which is good," he first praised the three people, and then changed the subject, "But what I need is people who can get things done."

"You all have had encounters with other Soul Saints. I want you to fish those Soul Saints out, or find the area where they are."

He needed to obtain the first generation gray gu cores from those soul saints and complete them.

"Every time you complete a certain target, you will receive a certain reward. The more Soul Saints you catch, the more rewards you will receive."

The three of them understood. Wasn't this just asking them to drag others into the water?
Even if Chen Xingzhi didn't say it, they would do it, not to mention that there are rewards for doing it.

The three of them retreated from the academy and after they moved a certain distance away, the faint sense of oppression finally dissipated.

"Huh, the power of the ascended level. We have underestimated outsiders in the past." Tianji Soul Saint wiped his sweat, feeling terrified.

"How many years has it been since the Wild Soul Realm produced a strong man above the Soul Emperor?" asked Lei Chi Soul Saint.

Tianji Soul Saint knows this history best. Even though the database is now banned, he can still get the answer from his memory: "The last Soul Emperor was the Wild Flame Soul Emperor two thousand years ago. Unfortunately, he disappeared for unknown reasons."

"Since then, we have never been able to glimpse the power above Soul Saint until the appearance of Gray Gu."

The Melting Blood Soul Saint listened quietly, without any of the enthusiasm he had just shown when he slid to his knees. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at Zhao Zicheng who suddenly appeared.

"I guess all three of you have made the same choice as me? Then we're a family." Zhao Zicheng said happily.

The trio's faces fell, and Lei Chi Soul Saint was even more blunt: "Thanks to you, old dog, we have witnessed the power of the Ascension level."

Zhao Zicheng didn't care at all about what others called him and still had a cheerful expression on his face.

"Lei Chi, a group of refugees from Lansha City have come to the academy, and I'm a bit stuck here. How about you help me deal with the affairs?"

"Stop, what do you mean by asking me to help you handle the affairs?" Lei Chi Soul Saint raised his thick eyebrows high, "This is your academy, not mine."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere immediately became solemn. Zhao Zicheng put on a stern expression and cursed, "How dare you say that? If it weren't for you, Lansha City would never have been flattened by the beast tide, let alone my academy."

After hearing what he said, Lei Chi Soul Saint was full of doubts, and Tian Ji Soul Saint next to him reminded:
"It should be that when you got angry, the thunderstorm caused disturbed the herd of beasts, and the herd of beasts flattened the nearby Lansha City."

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"Don't worry, we will take care of the job of luring people." The Blood-Melting Soul Saint patted his shoulder and said seriously.

They will do the job well, but as for whether they will share the rewards, that is another matter.

Lei Chi Soul Saint could only go with Zhao Zicheng to handle the affairs reluctantly with an expression as if he had eaten shit.

Tianji and Rongxue began their fishing expedition, trying to meet the Soul Sages whose contact information they had added before, and at the same time sent out nano avatars to visit various parts of the world.

In the library of the academy, Chen Xingzhi flipped through books using the quantum wave speed reading method. It often took him less than a few seconds to finish reading a book.

From the cultivation techniques of soul cultivators to the historical miscellanies of the wild soul world, no book of any kind could escape his clutches.

When Zhao Zicheng knew that he was coming to the library, he specially blocked the place. Now there was no one in the entire library, and his behavior would not attract other people's attention.

Chen Xingzhi put down the last book he had not read, classified all the historical information about the Wild Soul World he had obtained from it into the newly created memory file, and prepared to leave the library.

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. The sound was very light, almost inaudible, but Chen Xingzhi still heard it clearly.

The spies that were everywhere in the air had already told him the identity of the visitor. It was a young man who was sneaking in the corridor outside the library with extremely sophisticated energy-dissipating skills.

He looked over and was almost blinded by the bright luck on the boy's head. "Son of luck?" Chen Xingzhi frowned, turned his feet, and retreated into the shadows.

This young man was the luckiest man he had ever seen. In front of him, those who were heading north had to stand aside.

Chen Xingzhi has already begun to figure out how to exploit the value of this wild son of luck.

"First see what he is like. If he is okay, you can try to win him over. If not, then use the Corrupted Soldier to swallow his luck."

He waited quietly in the shadows, watching the young man push the door open cautiously and walk between the bookshelves with a clear goal in mind, as if he was looking for something.

"Old Huang, are you sure this really contains what we need?" Li Yannian asked in his heart.

The ring emitted the spiritual fluctuations of Huang Lao: "I am absolutely not mistaken. I am a close friend of the 27th Palace Master of the Soul-Separating Academy. He hid a legacy here back then, and it was left to the destined person."

"Only the two of us know the location and method of obtaining this inheritance. Oh, you are the third one."

The unchanging voice of Huang Lao reached his ears, suppressing a lot of Li Yannian's doubts.

He began to concentrate on searching for the Soul Saint inheritance hidden in the library with his eyes closed and sensing according to the method taught to him by Old Huang.

Chen Xingzhi hid in the thick shadows only a few meters away from him, and quietly took out an ancient book he had just opened.

"He is looking for this book, "Tian Yan Yang Hun Lu", right? Am I intercepting the opportunity of the Son of Fortune in advance?"

This technique was originally hidden in a space layer. For the indigenous people, if certain conditions are not met or there are corresponding methods, they cannot detect its existence.

But Chen Xingzhi was different. With his attainments in space, he discovered this ownerless technique the moment he entered the library. Then, thinking that he was the superior of the current palace master, he picked it up without any psychological burden.

The question now is whether he should give this technique to the son of destiny.

Chen Xingzhi thought for a moment, then put away the skills without any psychological burden.

At the same time, Li Yannian's face was twisted into a ball, revealing a constipated expression, and a layer of fine sweat covered his forehead.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said helplessly, "Old Huang, I tried the method you taught me, and it's completely useless."

"That shouldn't be the case. I remember it clearly. It's exactly this method. Could it be that you didn't do it exactly as I said?"

Old Huang was a little confused. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with his memory, so the only problem could be the inheritance itself or Li Yannian.

"Try a few more times. Anyway, the library is closed today and I don't think anyone will come."

Li Yannian had no choice but to continue trying as he said. Chen Xingzhi was also watching him silently from the side, and he also started to watch the clock to see how long he could last.

The minute hand of the clock had turned three times before Li Yannian stood up, stretched his stiff hands and feet, and looked depressed.

In the past period of time, he has tried his best but has not received any response from the inheritance. Now he has given up completely.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with the preservation mechanism of the inheritance,” Huang Lao was also very depressed. “Come back and take a look after a while. After all, this is a heavenly-grade top-grade technique. With it, your soul cultivation journey will be easier.”

Li Yannian nodded in annoyance and was about to leave the library along the same route he came.

Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Senior Xuanjun, the Palace Master..."

Before he could finish his words, he was greeted by a flaming edge.

(End of this chapter)