There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 319, Interdimensional Forced Transaction
Five Internal Organs Ascend to Immortality Pendant
Quality: Mythical

Type: Treasure

Five Organs Ascend to Immortality: Five times the cultivation speed, five times the spiritual energy recovery, five times the maximum mana, five times the spell preparation time reduction, and five times the spiritual energy affinity.

Description: Help me ascend to immortality.

Another treasure of mythical quality, a divine artifact.

This is already the third divine artifact in Xiao Yang's possession.

It has five simple and straightforward effects.

From experience, to mana regeneration, to increasing the mana bar cap, to reducing casting speed, and then to improving aptitude.

Judging from these five effects, it is extremely comprehensive and can truly be called a powerful artifact.

But Xiao Yang's expression couldn't help but look a little strange at this moment.

This artifact is great, but there's one problem.

"I don't have a blue bar?"

Noble and special spiritual attributes don't benefit from such flashy bonuses.

Of the five overpowered effects, only one can work for him.

"Spell casting speed reduced."

The Five Organs Ascending to Immortality Pendant is shaped like five ferocious skulls biting each other.

Five twisted, ghostly heads of different shapes cleverly intertwine and bite each other to form a perfect circle.

As a treasure of mythical quality, especially one obtained from a powerful evil spirit like the Multi-Eyed Immortal Venerable, who was only one step away from becoming a true evil god.

The evil nature of this thing is almost blatantly obvious.

Just by looking at it, it seems you can hear those soft whispers echoing in your mind.

"A fairy, a fairy!"

"Ascending to the Immortal! Ascending to the Immortal!"

Nagging.

For Xiao Yang, it had no real impact, as his spirits were high enough.

Although it's not very useful, it's still a powerful artifact, and even if only one effect is active, that's all that matters.

"Let's make do with it for now and see if we can sell it, or we can use it as material to melt down when we forge the next artifact."

Xiao Yang thus made future arrangements for this newly acquired divine artifact, the Five Internal Organs Ascension Pendant.

However, there is a problem that needs to be solved quickly.

That annoying murmur.

After enduring it for a while, Xiao Yang inexplicably became more irritable.

He reached out and pulled out a slightly rough silver crossbow.

The silver crossbow was roughly pressed against the Five Internal Organs Ascension Pendant. At that moment, the five evil ghost faces on the pendant showed a unified look of terror.

"I need quiet, I need quiet, do you understand?"

Xiao Yang is threatening a divine artifact.

He succeeded.

At Xiao Yang's insistence, the annoying murmur finally stopped.

A jade pendant with five ghosts was now hanging from his waist.

With some time remaining before the dungeon's forced settlement and closure, Xiao Yang turned his gaze to the other Eastern lineage players, who were scattered and disheveled.

He turned around.

Their gazes first fell on the sword cultivator who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his back ramrod straight, and who was closest to them.

Xiao Yang still had a favorable impression of the players in this game who belonged to the same Eastern world lineage.

Of course, there is more demand than supply.

He needs a batch of epic-tier consumables that can increase attributes.

I want to ask these cultivators if they have any connections.

Xiao Yang is quite capable in business.

"If you have something to ask for, you should first and foremost have a better attitude."

Quite naturally, despite not being particularly adept at social interaction, he once again confidently displayed his arrogant, fake smile.

For some reason, when Xiao Yang stood in front of this sword cultivator, even though he had a smile on his face, the person opposite him still tensed up.

Perhaps the problem lies more with that overly stiff and exaggerated smile.

However, it still makes people think more.

When his inspiration is heightened, Xiao Yang is able to naturally and clearly perceive the emotions of people or other intelligent beings.

It's a bit like mind reading.

It is also somewhat similar to the Buddhist concept of telepathy.

An almost instinctive awareness of everything around them.

This is almost a prerequisite for a god's standard ability.

His progress in the spiritual and spiritual realm was a little too rapid.

Why the fear?

Upon realizing this, Xiao Yang instinctively paused and began to wonder.

Didn't I just save the world?
His gaze fell on the swordsman in front of him.

At this moment, Jian Jiuxiao felt immense pressure.

Just being watched made his once proud, unwavering sword heart begin to tremble.

Kenshin trembled, his body trembled, overcome by instinctive fear.

And that's not all; inexplicable murmurs began to appear.

Along with Xiao Yang's doubts, a question involuntarily jumped into his mind.

"Why be afraid?"

Of course you should be afraid, of course you should be afraid.

"This thing in front of me, this thing in front of me is evil...!"

A possibility that was just uncertain has now been confirmed.

If the Many-Eyed Immortal Venerable was merely an extremely powerful evil spirit, then the one before us was a true, genuine one.

Just as that thought, filled with unspeakable fear, was about to leap out of Jian Jiuxiao's turbulent heart.

Xiao Yang sensed something.

In a panic, Xiao Yang suddenly grabbed Jian Jiuxiao's shoulder.

She pulled him over.

The two of them pressed themselves together at that moment.

Of course, this is not beautiful.

Xiao Yang practically pressed Jian Jiuxiao onto his own killer armor, which was stained with scarlet flesh and blood, covered with sharp spikes, and smelled so foul that anyone could fall asleep instantly.

At this moment, Jian Jiuxiao felt like he was going to die. The words he was brewing deep in his heart were suddenly interrupted, and his mind went blank.

Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything happened too fast.

The surge in energy has brought about many problems that need to be addressed. It should have been a gradual process.

However, the new trait, the extra eye, greatly accelerated this process.

The eyes are not simply a symbol of crimson distortion.

In various mystical rituals, it exists as a window, representing liberation and seeing more.

Just like long, slender hands, which in some ways embody desire, indulgence, and taboo.

Having either one of these qualities can bring about liberation and spiritual guidance.

But Xiao Yang happens to have both.

To be able to touch more, to be able to see more.

The lofty and exaggerated spirit can almost stand alone by relying on these metaphorical features.

This is not a good thing.

As he gradually calmed down from the intense battle, his surging energy and spirit slowly returned, and he consciously restrained his exaggerated senses.

There are ways to deal with this situation.

All you need to do is be a little ruthless.

Actively close those open eyes.

Give up observing more, give up feeling more.

Xiao Yang did it.

Thinking this way, he successfully accomplished it.

I don't know why, but after doing this, an indescribable sense of loss arose in my heart and lingered for a long time.

It's like being able to see the light, but forcing yourself to face the darkness.

"No, what a strange idea!"

Just as Xiao Yang was thinking this with some disappointment.

Suddenly, a strange noise caught his attention.

"Ugh, uh, ah!"

I looked down at the sound.

He saw a figure being strangled, its eyes rolling back and drooling.

He quickly let go of her hand.

With a crisp, clear sound, it rang out.

Jian Jiuxiao collapsed softly to the ground.

This stubborn swordsman, who had endured so much pressure and threats from the Immortal Venerable Duomu without bending his back even slightly, was now being squeezed so tightly by Xiao Yang that he was drooling and sticking out his tongue.

Xiao Yang was a little overwhelmed by this situation.

Looking up, the other players on the field were staring in disbelief at what was happening.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yang frantically tried to explain.

However, it is clear that his explanation is not that convincing now.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still sense the distrust and wariness of the players in front of him.

I'm feeling a bit troubled.

His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, a painful groan came from the motionless figure lying on the ground.

As expected of a tough swordsman, he seemed to have managed to pull through.

Jian Jiuxiao felt as if he had been having a long and terrifying nightmare.

Fortunately, fortunately.

"This nightmare should be coming to an end, right?"

He murmured these words in a daze, but when he raised his head, all he saw was that terrifying crimson knight covered in blood.

As if he had seen a savior, Xiao Yang reached out to Jian Jiuxiao again, wanting to help him up and ask him to help explain.

Just this moment.

Seeing Xiao Yang extend his hand to him again, Jian Jiuxiao's reaction was also very direct.

"This damn nightmare."

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground again, motionless.

Xiao Yang's movements also came to a standstill once again due to this indescribably awkward situation.

For some reason, he sighed.

"I really don't want this to happen!"

In the end, he reached an agreement with these fellow countrymen from the Eastern lineage, using an exceptionally simple and brutal method.

He brandished his weapon.

He could have had a more civilized conversation, but now he was forced to brandish his weapon like a savage, uncouth man.

There's no way around it; sometimes, what you have on hand is just the most useful.

After the time and place were determined during the communication.

Xiao Yang set the time for two days later.

On that day, he once again visited this biome through the dungeon gates, and used some materials and resources to exchange for something he needed to improve his attributes.

This is a win-win strategy.

Although he had already gone bankrupt to forge the Silver Crossbow, it wasn't a big problem; he had accumulated a fortune through the corpse tax.

Moreover, it wasn't just the profits from the corpse tax; he also placed a considerable amount of backup hidden resources in his starting base.

In Xiao Yang's kind and gentle expression.

None of the people on the field had any objections to this.

So, that's settled then.

Of course, one should still consider security issues when initiating such an event.

However, with the Dungeon Gate and the Silver Crown available, this problem is not so worrying.

If you want to double-cross someone, the only one who can do that is a true god. No, in the Eastern world's genealogy, gods have another title: immortals.

Even immortals who descend to earth need to eat the silver flying stick.

"It's not a big problem."

Moreover, this exchange of goods and services was also coordinated by a divine game.

He couldn't believe that things could still go wrong even with all that.

"Trading is great, trading is great!"

That was how it was settled. Xiao Yang waved goodbye to the many fellow villagers on the field, amidst their extremely enthusiastic expressions.

Of course, Xiao Yang was unaware that the dungeon door, which was currently being peered through, felt a sense of relief and nostalgia at his actions.

Such a style.

"That's right, that's how our dungeon faction operates!"

It's like a free trade zone arriving at your doorstep in a steel warship.

"That's exactly how it feels! It's so right!"

(End of this chapter)