Chapter 1270: Chapter 839: Prophecy 2
But this is only relative. If placed domestically, the overall strength of the Gu Sect is not inferior to ordinary second-rate forces.
The current Priest of the Gu Sect, who is also known under the alias Adila, is Bo Yetong’s father and a powerfully skilled High Rank Ghost-level Apostle.
Bo Yetong himself is also a master, and it’s said that his strength is comparable to his father’s.
Moreover, the tricky part is, the Gu Sect has very little contact with the Esoteric Sect, and there is no animosity between the two.
What’s more, both belong to the Yin Temple Alliance, so the Esoteric Sect can’t easily intervene in this matter.
But Yang Xiao is very open-minded. Now, relying on these people has already troubled them a lot, so he naturally couldn’t outright ask the Cannibal Buddha for help in his revenge.
He decided to do it himself. Once his injuries healed, he would take the Mirror Ghost and strike back suddenly.
"I’ll go with you." Sui Chengguo stood up, his tone firm.
"Count me in." Professor Cui’s bodyguard, Tai Wenqin, also nodded to Yang Xiao.
These two are genuine Ghost-level Apostles and, at least, mid-rank at the Ghost Level, with them lending a hand alongside himself and the Mirror Ghost. As long as they plan strategically, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
It’s worth noting that the Mirror Ghost’s strength has increased significantly. Wearing the Demon Sect Vajra Armor, he is like an unkillable cockroach, and is Yang Xiao’s most reliable force.
Though they couldn’t directly send people to the Gu Sect’s territory to kill, the Cannibal Buddha promised to provide intelligence to support Yang Xiao’s actions.
But the prerequisite is that Yang Xiao needs to regain his health. As formidable as the Cannibal Buddha is, he could see that Yang Xiao’s spiritual power was severely depleted, almost at the end of his rope.
Not disturbing Yang Xiao’s rest any further, the Cannibal Buddha took out a finely crafted wooden box from his breast pocket and placed it on Yang Xiao’s bedside, "You’re back; I’m returning what belongs to you."
Inside the box is, of course, that Ghost Copper Mirror, which Yang Xiao entrusted the Cannibal Buddha to safeguard before leaving.
Back then, Yang Xiao had a gentleman’s agreement with the Cannibal Buddha. If he unfortunately died in the Nightmare World, once things stabilized, the Cannibal Buddha would ensure Professor Cui and others returned safely, and this Ghost Copper Mirror would be Yang Xiao’s last gift to Sutana.
After the Esoteric Sect people left, Professor Cui and others exchanged a few pleasantries and then left. Everyone could see that what Yang Xiao needed most right now was rest.
However, one person left and returned; it was Dean Sheng.
As he entered, Sheng Yanlin motioned for Yang Xiao to be silent with a palm gesture, then quickly approached and asked in a low voice, "Did you get the Resentful Eye this time?"
"Got it." Yang Xiao replied very frankly.
"Where is it?"
Yang Xiao pointed to the backpack on the table. Sheng Yanlin went over, and according to Yang Xiao’s guidance, took out a box from it. After opening it, that piece of pitch-black human skin lay quietly inside.
Even if Sheng Yanlin had not come looking for him, Yang Xiao would have gone to find him anyway because he also wanted to know the ability of this Resentful Eye human skin.
His palm slowly caressed the human skin, and Sheng Yanlin’s spiritual power fluctuated intensely. In the dim light, Yang Xiao was surprised to observe a faint blue gleam in Sheng Yanlin’s eyes, which was quite peculiar.
Yang Xiao dared not disturb him, until a moment later, Sheng Yanlin’s spiritual power slowly dissipated, but this time he uncharacteristically furrowed his brow, "Tell me about that Ghost’s method during the mission, in detail."
Knowing Sheng Yanlin must have discovered something, Yang Xiao tried his best to recall the Ghost’s method of killing during the mission, and upon hearing the conclusion, Sheng Yanlin’s brows furrowed even more.
"What’s wrong?" Suddenly, Yang Xiao had a sense of foreboding.
"Don’t attempt to harness this thing just yet; something’s odd about it." Sheng Yanlin pondered for a moment before putting the human skin back into the box, locking it again, and stuffing it back into the backpack, giving Yang Xiao a few cautious pieces of advice:
"I’ve seen a few of these sinister things. The fate of their owners is generally not good. I suggest you abandon it."
"This thing isn’t low-level; you could use it to trade for some Magic Artifacts you could actually use."
"Got it." Yang Xiao nodded. A huge advantage of his that kept him alive until now was taking good advice.
If it were anyone else, it might be different, but since it’s the esteemed dean of Yiling Academy saying this thing is a bit strange, then it’s definitely not just an ordinary anomaly.
The item is a good one, but only if you can hold onto it with your life; this thing he chose to abandon.
Instructing Yang Xiao to rest assured, Sheng Yanlin also left.
Once Sheng Yanlin left, Yang Xiao tossed and turned, unable to sleep. To ensure that the Dear Sister wouldn’t sneak a bite at night, Yang Xiao specifically separated the box containing the pitch-black human skin from the Drama Robe, storing the human skin box in the Mirror World.
Before leaving, he wrapped the box in a special silver metal bag again, adding a double layer of security.
As he lay back in bed, his mind drifted to Adila’s face, and Yang Xiao resolved to first recuperate his body and then give him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
Yang Xiao understood the stance of the Esoteric Sect: they wouldn’t interfere with his actions, only offering limited support, which was enough.
In a daze, Yang Xiao fell asleep, and the next morning, while still in his dreams, he was awakened by a knocking sound. When he rose, he saw someone had already entered the room.
Upon seeing the visitor clearly, Yang Xiao’s tensed nerves relaxed slightly.
It was Nalin Commander, the leader of the most elite Forbidden Army in the Esoteric Sect. Sheng Yanlin held him in high regard, claiming his strength was not much inferior to Sheng’s own during his peak, and was also the strongest Esoteric Sect member Yang Xiao had encountered besides the Cannibal Buddha.
"Commander Nalin, is there something you need from me?" Yang Xiao was quite courteous when speaking to him.
But at this moment, Yang Xiao noticed that Nalin Commander, who came alone, wore a slightly peculiar expression. He took a note from his pocket and handed it to Yang Xiao, whispering, "This is from the Martyr for you."
Yang Xiao unfolded the note and saw it simply read: "You will die."
Yang Xiao was momentarily stunned. He clearly remembered this was the Martyr’s first prophecy. The second prophecy was that the ghost was right beside him.
A moment later, Yang Xiao shook his head and laughed. Although this nightmare mission was fraught with dangers, and he nearly didn’t make it back, nonetheless, he survived, thereby breaking this so-called prophecy.
To Yang Xiao, it seemed like the Martyr was trying to justify himself, as he had once been known for never erring in his prophecies.
The reason he was still alive was simply that the Cannibal Buddha saw value in his ability to prophesize, suggesting that the Martyr’s current situation was quite awkward.
Handing the note back to Nalin Commander, Yang Xiao shrugged and laughed, "This was from the Martyr for me, right? Is this supposed to be a threat?"
To Yang Xiao, the prophecy was rendered meaningless after his return. After all, everyone eventually dies, even if it’s 10 or 20 years later. Strictly speaking, the Martyr was not incorrect.
In his youthful dreams, Yang Xiao envisioned himself dying peacefully at 100 years old, resting on the snow-white long legs of an 18-year-old big sister.
However, Nalin Commander’s expression made Yang Xiao’s heart tighten, and a moment later, Nalin Commander whispered, "The note was written about an hour ago. The Martyr had it given to me by the person watching over him, saying that once you returned, I should hand this note to you."
"An hour ago?" Yang Xiao was bewildered. About an hour ago was roughly when he was pulled into the Nightmare World.
In other words, the Martyr had already predicted that he would survive and leave the Nightmare World.
Yet, his prophecy remained unchanged, still the same sentence.
I will die...
