Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 39 True Dragon Evil Dragon
My son Yuan Huang, when this letter is handed to you, your father will be dead.

Your father sacrificed himself for your comeback. You need not feel any sorrow. Thinking back to my father's life, he was dissatisfied with my eldest brother's abdication to my second brother, who was inferior in both literary talent and martial arts. He painstakingly arranged the substitution of the cat for the prince. The civil strife also severely damaged the vitality of the Northern Territory, which gave these villains an opportunity to take advantage.

But as a father, I have no regrets. A true man, even if he cannot eat the flesh of a Nine Cauldron while alive, must be cooked in a Nine Cauldron after death. Having a son like you is the pride of my life, Beichen Yin. The place you woke up in is called Youjian Pawnshop, a magical place where anything can be exchanged for anything. However, I, your father, do not allow you to conduct any kind of transaction with Youjian Pawnshop. I, your father, have prepared everything you need for you. Accept it calmly, and then stride forward on your new life path.

Remember, your father's death is what he always wanted. You don't need to do any business with the pawnshop. Just live well in this world.

Father Beichen Yin’s last words!

"Father..."

Inside the pawnshop, where candlelight flickered, Beichen Yuanhuang clutched a piece of letter paper, his knuckles white, the paper stained with blood and tears. Amidst the distant ticking of the night watch, he vaguely saw the golden tiles of the Beiyu Imperial City reflecting the firelight, and blood beads on Beichen Yin's silver armor snaking down his heart mirror. He also seemed to see, in this same pawnshop, the man watching him as he wrote the letter in his hand, stroke by stroke.
In a transaction of exchanging life for death, the last king of Beichen returned to the world and looked at the suicide note in his hand. Beichen Yuanhuang burst into tears, and his trembling hands were still cautious at this moment, for fear that the handwriting on it would be damaged.

Li Xuanxiao looked at this scene and just waved his hand casually. The cold light of the Canglong Bow cut through the dim halo, and the coiled dragon pattern on the scabbard of the Beichen Qingfeng sword seemed to break through the wall. Along with the two objects, there was also a spiritual flag.

"The Beichen Qingfeng and Canglong Bow are Beichen Yin's relics, and this spirit flag is the aid Beichen Yin obtained for you. Waving the spirit flag can summon heroic spirits, but it is quite difficult. It can also drive away ghosts, but it will deplete your dragon energy. How to use it is up to you."

While Li Xuanxiao was speaking, the spirit flag had already merged into Beichen Yuanhuang's body. Beichen Yuanhuang could clearly sense the presence of the spirit flag in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he also knew the method of driving and controlling it.

"This item is lent to you. The pawnshop will take it back when you die. In addition, the cultivation gained from pawning Beichen Yin has been fully infused into your body. As for a technique, I can give you two choices. One is the Emperor's Sword Technique, which is in harmony with your destiny and the dragon energy within you. Mastering this martial art, combined with the innate dragon energy within you, will make you no less capable than the top martial artists. The other is..."

Beichen Yuanhuang took a deep breath, wiped away the blood from the corner of his eye, and after calming down, he looked at Li Xuanxiao and said, "Sir, why don't you say anything?"

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. "This martial art is more powerful and has greater potential, but I don't think you are truly capable of mastering it."

"Since you mentioned it, it means you hope Yuanhuang will choose this martial art. Why act like this?" Beichen Yuanhuang said in a deep voice. Beichen Yin's death did not affect his sharpness.

Li Xuanxiao smiled and said, "That's true. Only when the Jianghu is bustling enough will more people come to take care of the pawnshop's business."

"Oh, sir, you are quite straightforward. Please tell me."

"'The Five Ultimate Demons', as the name suggests, is a pure demonic technique, though not complete. Furthermore, I've made some adjustments to the technique itself, making it less demonic than the original. It will still be quite a challenge for you, but one of the chapters, 'Demon Bliss', can devour an opponent's internal energy, true qi, essence, and blood, making it yours to use. This can make up for your lack of foundation. Once 'Demon Bliss' reaches full power, you can even devour invisible objects to strengthen yourself, such as dragon energy."

"Dragon Qi?"

"The dragon energy of the world is not limited to your Beichen family. So, what is your choice? Think carefully. This is the opportunity Beichen Yin bought for you with his own life." Beichen Yuanhuang tapped the table with his fingers, startling the candlelight. "Since you want me to choose the 'Five Heavenly Demons', why not offer some benefits as a lure?"

Li Xuanxiao laughed heartily upon hearing this. He could only say that Beichen Yuanhuang was worthy of being Beichen Yin's son. Even at this point, he still didn't forget to strive for profit. To watch Beichen Yuanhuang's performance, he had already made a limited profit on the Beichen Yin deal. Then, he took the modified fragments of the Heavenly Demon Art as part of the pawn money. After several rounds of arbitrage, and after the pawn shop's Tongbao points were taken by the system, his profit was quite limited.

However, since he had invested so much before, Li Xuanxiao didn't mind investing a little more. With a wave of his hand, a scroll flew out and landed in Beichen Yuanhuang's palm.

"In the borderlands of Western Miao, the Yiliu Black Clan once wreaked havoc on the martial arts world. They were later annihilated, but their remnants continue to operate in secret, plotting to resurrect their leader, Nangong Shenyi. Thanks to the Yiliu's extraordinary Gu techniques, Nangong Shenyi is now between life and death, his internal energy and true essence intact. A perfectly intact Ten-Perfect Replenishing Pill is the perfect target for your experiment with Heavenly Demon Bliss. Then, subdue the Yiliu Clan and conquer the various tribes of the Northern Territory. With your Beichen Yuanhuang abilities, rebuilding the dynasty in the Northern Territory wouldn't be that difficult."

Beichen Yuanhuang tightly grasped the scroll in front of him, looked at the pawnshop owner whose face was difficult to discern under the black robe, and after calming himself down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Indeed, sir, you are right. Beichen Yuanhuang has no reason to refuse this great gift. I choose the Five Great Demons!"

"Ha, okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xuanxiao flipped his palm and a scroll of bamboo slips condensed out of thin air, and then turned into a ghost face and merged into Beichen Yuanhuang's body. Beichen Yuanhuang suddenly felt a turmoil in his brain and almost fainted.

"Hold on. If you pass out now and wake up later, only God knows how much you can remember."

Hearing Li Xuanxiao's words, Beichen Yuanhuang clenched his teeth, his eyes widened, and he forced himself to endure the excruciating pain that pierced his soul. Demonic energy surged violently in his sea of ​​consciousness, and countless talismans seared into his spirit. In a trance, he saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, kneeling at his feet as his subjects came from all directions. Behind him was a black dragon, an evil dragon!

“Ugh!”

His fingers dug into the cracks between the blue bricks, and veins bulged on his forehead. Beichen Yuanhuang bit his lower lip tightly, the taste of rust filling his mouth. The shadowy figure of the Heavenly Demon within his spirit platform laughed eerily, its sharp claws tearing at the golden soul condensed with dragon energy. He suddenly grasped the Beichen Qingfeng Sword, the blade slicing through his palm, and blood soaked into the coiled dragon pattern on the hilt.

"How could the Beichen royal family bow to the devil?"

Li Xuanxiao watched with interest as the young emperor stumbled to his feet, his bloodstained robe dragging across the ground. He even bowed slowly to Li Xuanxiao, "Beichen Yuanhuang, thank you very much, sir."

"Thank you?" Li Xuanxiao shook his head and squinted his eyes at the completely different creation in front of him. Behind Beichen Yuanhuang, the door of the pawnshop slowly opened.

"Everything is just a transaction. Now, if there is no need to continue the transaction, you can leave."

(End of this chapter)