Nightmare Apostle

During the day he received a gift, and at night he had lobsters for a late supper. By the time Yang Xiao returned to the Lin’an Patrol Office, the night staff from the Patrol Defense Office looked at Yang Xiao with eyes as though they wanted to carry him into the office building.

Yang Xiao had a good night’s rest, and the next morning, as per agreement, he brought along the newly sobered Ximen Xiu Beibei and others, driving to a cemetery outside Rongcheng.

This place is picturesque, a treasure land. Zhuge Zhijie and former Luming Bureau investigation team leader Wu Zhengwu are buried here.

On this trip, they brought flowers, liquor, fruits, and other items, which decorated the two’s tombstones and added a bit of warmth belonging to the living to this cold place.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiao visited several other offices, visiting old friends. To Yang Xiao’s delight, former Anping Public Office investigation team leader Wu Zhe had already been promoted to Deputy Director of the Anping Public Office, and several other old friends had also had their opportunities.

Wu Zhe smiled, admitting frankly that he didn’t have the skills of Yang Xiao and Qu Muzhi, but he loved Rongcheng, loved the land beneath his feet that nurtured him, and would not allow anyone to destroy it. He was willing to stay and protect it for a lifetime.

Now Wu Zhe is also at the mid-stage level apostle, reminiscing about when they first met, he was just at the upper Grudge Level in strength.

Back then, they were several team leaders being chased like homeless dogs by one Granny Hong, and if it wasn’t for a good sister stepping in to save the situation, there wouldn’t be anything of them today.

The past evokes sighs, and now similar Evil Cultivators of Granny Hong’s level, Yang Xiao wouldn’t even use them as alchemy materials.

In the evening, Yang Xiao lifted his gift, heading to the underground training ground, where Lu Youdao was already waiting for him.

Just like the day he sent him off, there was still hot pot; as soon as Yang Xiao stepped out of the elevator, he smelled a burst of aroma.

A small wooden table was set up in front of the iron door of the secret room, with plates of meat and vegetables placed on it, an induction cooker in the middle, a stainless steel pot on top of the cooker, bubbling with hot broth.

"Sit down. You came back so suddenly that I didn’t prepare much, just treating you to a simple meal." Lu Youdao’s voice was still as hoarse and unpleasant as if it was rusty.

The two ate and talked, with Lu Youdao still speaking little, but Yang Xiao keenly noticed that he seemed less oppressive and resistant than before.

After the Yu Yuan Sect was destroyed, he too had relieved a burden.

Director Nolan told him that recently Lu Youdao would occasionally leave the underground training ground and go outside for a walk and some sunshine.

Though still not fond of speaking with strangers, this was already a rare change.

"You’ve become noticeably stronger than before." Lu Youdao assessed Yang Xiao with his single eye and suddenly spoke.

"Approximately at the Upper Ghost Level in strength, but considering your great magic artifacts, I suppose even I at my peak wouldn’t be your match." Lu Youdao said to himself.

Lu Youdao was once the Shocking Gate Master among the Upper Three Gates of the Yu Yuan Sect, a proper senior official, with near Peak Ghost Level strength at his peak.

With the relationship of mentor and apprentice, Yang Xiao didn’t have the heart to dampen his spirits, knowing that even without taking any substances, he could easily defeat two of Lu Youdao at his peak now.

Now with a samurai puppet and his own formidable magic artifacts, as well as a top-level war merchant unlike the usual path, he considered that below the Half-step Nether Realm, he had almost no opponents.

Seeing Yang Xiao occasionally glance at the Treasure Room, Lu Youdao, while dipping meat, directly threw cold water over the idea:

"Don’t even think about that thing, I told you, without Half-step Nether Realm strength, don’t even consider it."

"What on earth is that treasure?" Yang Xiao, now well-informed, with magic artifacts better than many sects’ treasures, couldn’t help but wonder out loud.

Without exaggeration, the good magic artifacts others consider may not even catch Yang Xiao’s discerning eye.

When he left before, Lu Youdao told him, in that room at the deepest part of the Treasure Room, there’s a very special Resentful Eye.

The reason Lu Youdao turned into this ghostly state was that he failed while forcibly controlling this Resentful Eye, losing all his skills.

"Don’t think I’m being mysterious for nothing; if you’ve seen the Sect Master of our Yu Yuan Sect, you should know his skills."

"In his view, this Resentful Eye is among the top three in all magic artifacts owned by the Yu Yuan Sect."

Even though Lu Youdao lost all his skills, the insight and experience he accumulated over the years remain, and he doesn’t want Yang Xiao to risk in curiosity.

These words made Yang Xiao realize the weight of this item, estimating it’s not much inferior to the Corpse Mirror in the Sect Master’s hand.

As for why the Sect Master didn’t personally control such a good magic artifact, even Lu Youdao couldn’t explain.

After all, there is a mutual selection between an Apostle and a magic artifact; it’s not all about the higher rank, but what fits best.

The country’s top treasure appraiser, Elder Sheng, once gave an example: the Soul-Capturing Mirror is a perfect match with someone sinister and cunning, allowing it to exert its best effects in their hands.

Of course, Yang Xiao doesn’t believe this point, but the Soul-Capturing Mirror sure is very useful, and its Mirror Ghost child is also benevolent and loyal to him.

Ultimately, it was that good sister who helped him too much; others don’t have something as valuable as the Hundred Demons Coffin Clothes, which lets him ignore the conflicts between Resentful Eyes and devour high-rank Resentful Eyes in large numbers.

If nothing unexpected happens, among the existing Apostles, Yang Xiao probably holds the most Resentful Eyes, even more than the Black Lamas, who have been searching for Spiritual Children and making treasures in Tibet for years.

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