Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 117 Burning Evil Arts
“Enemies? Of course not, I just can’t stand people like you.”

Hearing this answer, the old dog, who had been on edge, felt a little relieved.

Since it's neither the government nor an enemy.

There might still be room for negotiation.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Even if they don't die today, they'll probably be badly injured.

Think so.

In the end, he made up his mind and tried again to turn around to see the reaction of the young man who was stepping on his back.

"I can give you anything you want. Since you've found me, you must have heard of my magic, right? I can teach you, really!"

After saying this, he frowned and began to observe the changes in the young man's movements on his back.

He noticed that she lowered her slightly raised head, as if glancing at him.
But he didn't stop playing with and tossing it in his hand, seemingly quite disdainful.

This greatly worried the old dog who was lying close to the ground.

His little eyes darted around, trying to think of what other bargaining chips he could use to save his life.

My brain is working like crazy.

The next moment, a potentially useful piece of hidden information came to mind.

It happened a few days ago when the three of them met as usual to exchange information.

According to what the insects and ants said, there seems to be a hidden cultivator's tomb containing many magical treasures and artifacts.

At the time, the other party also mentioned that many other forces, including the government, were eyeing the tomb.

The news must be extremely important and of immense value.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about exposing his companion's secret or whether it was worth it.

The three of them had never really been friends, and now that they were facing a life-or-death situation, they naturally went their separate ways.

Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

"In Xiaoxingling, north of the capital, there is a cultivator's tomb filled with restrictions. This was discovered by one of my companions who has the ability to burrow underground."

"The information is absolutely accurate. If you let me go, I'll give you the address, how about it?"

As he said this, he looked nervously at the young man wearing a gold and red mask.

I hope to see his current expression through the mask.

What he couldn't see through was the surprised expression on the young man's face behind the large mask as he spoke these words.

My original task was simply to snatch the two magical stone artifacts from the other party.

I was just getting into the mood to "scam" this old guy, and I never expected to actually get scammed out of his goods.

Judging from what the other party said, this is quite a big and important piece of news.

"A monk's tomb?"

He muttered to himself.

The tombs of ancient cultivators may not retain much after a long time.

But this magical artifact, which I unexpectedly bought at an antique stall, should be able to activate a lot of things now that it's been exposed to the tide of spiritual energy.

If I were to go in and collect it myself, wouldn't I become the Daoist Duobao?
They would slam their weapons down when they hit someone.

Thinking about that scene made him feel a little fascinated.

He was already quite satisfied with the cool magic weapon in his hand and its extremely terrifying destructive power.

But the thought that there might be even more powerful or miraculous magical artifacts makes one yearn for them.

Thinking this through, his interest piqued, he asked the question.

"Looks like you're not going to die today. Tell me, where is that tomb?"

The old dog couldn't tell what Yan, who was wearing a mask, had just gone through in his thoughts.

But seeing that he had given in and the foot that was stepping on his back had moved away, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Judging from this person's actions and tone, there was a sense of disdain and arrogance.

Based on his decades of experience struggling at the bottom of society.

If they agree to let me go, they certainly won't bother to break the contract, kill me, or steal my treasure later.

As long as we get through this hurdle.

I'll hide away and live a quiet life for a while, and see if I can run into a few lucky Awakened Ones and snatch some treasures.

Perhaps he can make a comeback...

Thinking like this.

The old dog quickly rolled over and pulled a crumpled piece of white paper from his pocket.

He then took out a marker, bit off the cap with his teeth, and copied a map onto a piece of white paper from memory.

Perhaps it was due to a threat to their lives.

The whole process took only a short while, and a rough drawing was already finished.

He then tossed the pen aside, his expression somewhat fawning, and handed it to the young man who was waiting with his arms crossed.

Yan also directly and unceremoniously snatched the paper.

Looking at the messy, haphazardly laid-out map, I felt completely lost.

He hadn't studied proper maps much, let alone maps that were low in precision and purely hand-drawn.

All he could see was a small river and a mountain, with an X drawn on the mountainside.

This is clearly the location of the tomb.

However, Yan, who had no knowledge of the region's mountain ranges and rivers, couldn't immediately verify the truth.
He could only nod as if he understood, fold the paper twice, and stuff it into his pocket.

Then he looked up again, his gaze fixed on the lewd old man with a tense expression through the mask.

"Very good, it seems you weren't lying to me."

"But if there's no tomb there, you'll die a horrible death."

"Believe me, the organization behind me will find you no matter where you run to."

Upon hearing these words, which contained a clear threat, the old dog felt a chill run down his spine.

Upon hearing the other person mention "organization," it seemed as if they suddenly realized something.

Looking at the other person's red and gold mask, he was reminded of the secret organization that had recently gained notoriety and surfaced.

It seems that those organization members exposed to the monks' view are all wearing masks painted with various colors.

It's similar to the style of the young man in front of me, dressed in red.

Having figured these things out, the old dog's already dwindling resistance dissipated considerably.

I am like a rat, struggling in the gutter by a tiny, insignificant opportunity.

They simply didn't have the resources to fight these clandestine organizations. Now they dared not try any tricks and could only sigh inwardly.

Then, with a pained and reluctant expression, he took out two carved stones from his pocket and handed them over.

"So it turns out he's a master from the Masked Organization. I was just ignorant and didn't recognize his true worth."

"Please accept these two magical treasures as my apology..."

After saying that, he raised one hand and bent down deeply, hiding the face in his eyes that was twisted with reluctance.

Meanwhile, seeing that the other party had so readily handed over the target magic weapon, Yan was equally unceremonious.

He simply reached out and took it, then naturally stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, looking at the shifty-eyed old man in front of him, he decided to try to blast out something else.

"Old man, you're not being honest."

As he spoke, Yan gripped the lighter-shaped magic weapon in his hand again and swung it sharply to the side.

A series of "click" sounds were heard.

Within a radius of five or six meters, a wall of scorching fire rose up, illuminating the surrounding damp and dark walls as if it were daytime.

This sudden movement startled the old dog, who had just straightened up, so much so that his knees almost buckled and he knelt down again.

His expression shifted several times.

Finally, with a pained expression, he took out another small, golden bell from his pocket and handed it over.

"As expected, it couldn't hide from the discerning eyes of a master."

"I also offer this bell, which I obtained by chance, to the esteemed master, hoping only that the master will spare this old man's life..."

Yan, who was surprised to find that there was actually something in stock, accepted another magical artifact with a look of delight.

After putting it in his pocket, he turned his head away again.

Looking at the old dog with a face full of pain but still trying to smile, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his chin.

"Anything else? Do you think I can't see it?"

The moment those words were spoken, the old dog shuddered.

Somewhat frightened, he raised his head and looked at the young man in the red and gold mask in front of him.

I was shocked.

"Could it be that he possesses some kind of X-ray vision magic?"

Thinking of this, the old dog felt a chill run down his spine.

The one-armed man subconsciously lowered his arm, covering the bottom of the pocket.

Yan, who had been watching him closely and noticed this movement, narrowed his eyes.

I thought to myself.

"This old man has quite a lot of goods on him, but even in this state, he still dares to hoard them?"

Feeling somewhat displeased, he then brandished his magical weapon once more.

Accompanied by two "click-clack" sounds.

All that could be seen was an old dog with a hunched back, standing in the muddy water.

Flames immediately erupted from two places beside him.

Startled, he quickly tightened his shoulders and stood motionless amidst the two terrifying magical flames.

Looking up, he saw the masked mystery man staring intently at him.

With a tearful expression, he reached into his pocket again.

This time his movements were much slower, and he hesitated repeatedly.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a dirty, plucked dog skin, handing it over.

"This is the cultivation technique I practice; please, sir, take a look..."

After saying this, the old dog went limp and finally knelt down, stirring up a handful of dirty water.

And then you see that disgusting-looking thing in the palm of the other person's hand raised above their head.

Yan was somewhat disgusted, but since it was a treasure, he could only suppress his inner unease and reach out to pinch it.

Upon discovering that it was a rolled-up piece of leather, he simply tore off the thin rope binding it and roughly unfolded it.

The old dog, who noticed this scene, twitched his eyes and looked heartbroken.

Regardless of his mindset.

Then he unfolded the leather cover and looked at the crooked traditional Chinese characters on it, trying hard to decipher them.

Fortunately, as someone who hasn't been completely excluded from the new century's education system, I can still understand most of the traditional Chinese characters.

The details of the other techniques are not very clear, but the three words "add page" at the top are indeed quite eye-catching.

"Livestock Creation Method..."

Looking at the contents of the cultivation technique, one sees cruel and bizarre text.

The more Yan looked, the more a chill ran down his spine.

The initial aversion to its dirty appearance was now replaced by an even greater, heartfelt sense of disgust.

Then without hesitation.

"Such an evil cultivation technique shouldn't be passed down any longer..."

She murmured this sentence softly, unsure whether she was speaking to the old dog or to herself.

The next moment, before the old man opposite could react and hear anything clearly, they heard something.

He threw the mottled dog skin in his hand into the still-burning, crackling flames.

Almost the instant he entered the flames.

The entire dog skin then burned, turning into a wisp of foul-smelling blue smoke that drifted into the air.

Not a single crumb was left.

The old dog, upon witnessing this scene, was initially stunned, his face blank with disbelief.

He took a step forward, reaching out as if to grab the martial arts dog skin that had already turned into green smoke.

But soon, he realized that there was another powerful cultivator watching him from the side.

He could only grit his teeth, withdraw his outstretched hand, force a smile that looked more like a grimace, and ask in a low, humble voice.

"...Master, can you let me go?"

Yan felt annoyed by the old dog's behavior and the content of the cultivation technique.

But remembering her previous promise, she waved her hand dismissively, signaling him to get lost.

"Get lost! You're lucky. If I see you again, you'll be burned to ashes!"

(End of this chapter)