Nightmare Apostle

At the same time, a soft sigh echoed in his ear, and he didn’t thrust the dagger down because his arm was grabbed by someone.

It was a creature a whole head taller than him, wearing a terrifying and bizarre warrior mask, clad in exotic-style armor, standing there like a wall.

And in the next second, Yang Xiao slowly turned around with his back to him, the Ghost Lantern in his hand flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the Space Technique of the Bone Fan was dispelled, and he appeared in front of Yang Xiao, still held by the tall samurai.

"Is this... a failure?"

Fu Qingzhu was momentarily bewildered, thinking that with his progress, he might have a chance to engage in a short tussle with Yang Xiao. This dagger was something even elders of the Southern Border Liu Family valued, and he himself... he was also...

"Don’t be discouraged, you’ve already done very well." Yang Xiao put his hands in his pockets, pretending to comfort: "But there are always people better than us, and skies beyond skies. You haven’t seen those truly terrifying guys, those formidable figures."

Yang Xiao had indeed seen those truly renowned masters, the Cannibal Buddha, Jiushan Cangxuan, Half Compassion Purple Body Buddha... these were all figures standing at the peak of the Apostle Realm.

Before them, Yang Xiao couldn’t even muster the will to resist.

At the banquet welcoming him to the Ju Mountain Family, he had tried to sense the strength of the five elders of the Ju Mountain Family, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, unable to find the depths.

The premise of correctly understanding the world is rationally understanding oneself; only after seeing the true mountains and seas can one recognize their own insignificance.

And this is also the truth he hoped to tell his good brother today.

Fu Qingzhu’s character was too competitive, but his ability couldn’t support his ambition.

Director Nalan had straightforwardly said that if this continued, Fu Qingzhu would inevitably be devoured by his ambition in the future, and by then, no one would be able to save him.

"Good brother, though I don’t want to say this, we’ve all noticed your progress, but if you could one day step out of Rongcheng and see the truly brilliant figures in this world, you would realize how far we still have to go." Yang Xiao urged earnestly.

"I understand. I will continue to chase your footsteps, but I will no longer insist on some things." Fu Qingzhu sheathed the Bone Fan, and with a backhand motion, inserted the purple dagger into the scabbard hidden behind him.

"Good brother, when did your lantern become so strong?" Fu Qingzhu asked curiously.

"I’ve been constantly learning. This lantern is a very special magic artifact. I hadn’t encountered any masters with similar artifacts before, so I could only explore on my own."

"But recently, I discovered that someone in our Provincial Bureau also has a similar magic artifact, and I learned a lot from his battles." Of course, Yang Xiao was referring to Wu Qingcang.

In the battle against the Great Protector of the Withered Bone Pavilion and the Xuansha Taoist of the Bone Painting Tower, Wu Qingcang, facing two alone, completely overwhelmed both of them, with the crucial role played by that blood-red Ghost Eye.

And it was after that battle that Yang Xiao confirmed that this Blood Eye was similar to his Ghost Lantern, both being extremely rare dispel system magic artifacts.

This type of magic artifact is even rarer than space-type magic artifacts; it was the first time he saw someone else possessing one besides himself.

And Wu Qingcang’s development level of the Blood Eye was far ahead of his. In battles against apostles of the same level, Wu Qingcang easily broke the opponent’s moves, and more than once.

The move Yang Xiao just used to break the attack of the Hanging Rope was learned from Wu Qingcang, but he wasn’t very skilled with it yet, and the speed wasn’t fast enough, so it was temporarily only effective against weaker opponents, and Fu Qingzhu just happened to provide a practical opportunity.

"Your dagger is nice, was it seized during that transaction?" Yang Xiao asked.

Fu Qingzhu nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes, those youngsters from the Southern Border Liu Family traveled a long way here just for this item. They knew they were in the wrong, and didn’t dare mention it again before leaving, so it was a bargain for me."

"This item is very special, working in tandem with my Bone Fan ability; it almost ignores illusions, hitting the target as long as it’s used."

Fu Qingzhu also relaxed, speaking openly with Yang Xiao, "In Qingzhou City, I initiated a sneak attack to take down one of the two Ghost-level Apostles among that group of Evil Cultivators, that’s how I defeated them, otherwise, one on two, I wouldn’t have been able to fight them."

"It’s a good cooperation skill, it seems you haven’t been idle during this time."

Yang Xiao nodded in acknowledgment, "But this ability of yours also has drawbacks. After all, your real spiritual power level is too low; once the battle becomes stalemated, you can’t sustain long-term consumption."

"You’re right, I’ve tried, and in the current state, I can only maintain it for up to 5 minutes. If I can’t deal with the opponent within 5 minutes, I’m the one who will die." Fu Qingzhu admitted frankly.

"Don’t do things beyond your ability, don’t be greedy for achievements, engage in fewer fights personally, and let your subordinates handle the fighting and killing as much as possible." Yang Xiao shared his wisdom in governance, stating that real big figures seldom have blood on their hands.

Fu Qingzhu smiled bitterly; he well understood these principles, but outcomes depend on actions. If he didn’t compete, he would never have his turn.

He had no background or patrons to support him, and everything could only rely on himself.

If it weren’t for his good brother helping him back then, he didn’t know where his corpse might have ended up being sold.

The two sat down and chatted for a while, with Yang Xiao sharing some of his insights on using space-type magic artifacts, many of which he had learned from the Great Protector not long ago, which greatly benefited him.

Although the Great Protector’s Blood Soil Magic Artifact was good, capable of both attack and defense, Yang Xiao wasn’t planning to use it himself. First, because he already had one space-type magic artifact, and second, the backlash caused by this artifact was too terrifying, with the Great Protector’s tragic death serving as an example.

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