The Body Sect.
Inside Jiang Jue's wooden house.
After washing up, Jiang Jue sat cross-legged on the bed, letting his spiritual power sink into his Sea of Spirit.
"Elder Yi, are you there?"
Jiang Jue called softly.
"Buzz!"
Along with a faint humming sound, the figure of Electrolux appeared.
"Boy Jiang, what is it?"
"Elder Yi, do you sense any problem with that Destruction Mark that entered my body?"
Jiang Jue raised his eyes and asked.
"There is no problem. That mark should be a protective measure left for you, coming from a god of your world,"
Electrolux pondered for a moment before replying.
"That's good."
Jiang Jue's eyes flickered. He let out a breath of relief and thought to himself:
"In that case, all my next actions can be a bit more unrestrained."
Seeing Jiang Jue like this, Electrolux smiled and asked,
"What's wrong? You seem to have something on your mind."
"Nothing. Just feeling a bit sentimental. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed,"
Jiang Jue slowly shook his head and chuckled.
Electrolux looked at Jiang Jue and nodded slightly.
"Your journey truly hasn't been easy. To me, it's always felt like you were dancing on the edge of a blade—from the Holy Spirit Cult to the Body Sect now. You've seemed to shoulder a heavy burden all this time. It wasn't until that Destruction-attribute mark appeared not long ago that the string you'd kept taut finally loosened a little."
"Your road has indeed been difficult."
Electrolux spoke softly. Having stayed with Jiang Jue for so long, he had seen all of this clearly.
A trace of reminiscence flashed through Electrolux's aged eyes. He once had a disciple himself, but that disciple was far inferior to the Jiang Jue before him.
"It's just a bit of hardship and wind-frost, nothing more,"
Jiang Jue said with an easy smile.
He had already walked through roads filled with thorns. From now on, the road ahead would only get easier.
"Hahaha, you really make this old man see you in a new light,"
Electrolux laughed heartily as he looked at Jiang Jue.
"Oh right, boy Jiang—do you want to learn this old man's necromancy?"
Electrolux suddenly said seriously.
Jiang Jue froze upon hearing this, his eyes widening as he stared at Electrolux.
"Elder Yi…"
His gaze was full of shock, and for a moment he felt almost dazed.
"You're still being coy now? Are you learning or not—one sentence,"
Electrolux scolded with a laugh when he saw Jiang Jue's reaction.
"Learn! I want to learn it so badly!"
Jiang Jue hurriedly replied.
Electrolux's necromancy had reached the pinnacle of mastery. On another continent, he was already a supreme existence standing above the peak.
"Good. Then I'll teach you first, and after that we'll enter the Necromantic Demi-plane. Haven't you been coveting my necromantic demi-plane for a long time already?"
A smile appeared on Electrolux's face as he spoke with a hint of implication.
"Elder Yi, you even noticed that,"
Jiang Jue paused, looking a little embarrassed.
He truly did covet the necromantic demi-plane. After all, a demi-plane that could be entered at any time would be of enormous strategic value in the future war to unify the continent. Using it to carry out blitzkrieg tactics would surely stir up tremendous waves among the former three great empires.
Moreover, within the necromantic demi-plane, over thousands of years, many powerful undead creatures had already formed. That, too, was an immense force.
More importantly, Jiang Jue would no longer have to worry about waste in the future. After killing enemies, their souls could be refined into the Soul-Refining Banner, while their corpses could be thrown into the necromantic demi-plane and transformed into undead by its rules—one corpse, two uses, completely eliminating waste.
"Hmph, of course."
"From now on, just set aside half an hour each day. For now, cultivation should still be your main focus—don't lose sight of the bigger picture. You can treat necromancy as an alternative method."
Electrolux said calmly.
"Alright, Elder Yi,"
Jiang Jue naturally agreed.
"Someone is coming to look for you,"
Electrolux frowned slightly and said.
"It should be Sect Master Du,"
Jiang Jue's eyes flashed. After saying a word to Electrolux, he returned to his physical body.
"This Du Busi really ruins this old man's mood. Next time, I'll find a chance to give him a little 'lesson,'"
Electrolux muttered softly as he watched Jiang Jue disappear, then once again transformed into a small gray sphere.
Although neither Jiang Jue nor Electrolux mentioned formally taking a master-disciple oath, both of them knew clearly in their hearts that their relationship had long since become one of both teacher and friend.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Boy Jiang, it's this old man. Open the door, quickly!"
Just as Jiang Jue returned to his body, he heard Du Busi's rough voice.
"Coming."
Jiang Jue stood up, walked leisurely to the door, and opened it.
"I heard from Old Jin that your sixth soul ring is at the hundred-thousand-year level. Hurry up and let this old man have a look,"
Du Busi said, his eyes slightly bloodshot, his gaze filled with anticipation for the sect's rising star.
"Sect Master, please come in first,"
Seeing Du Busi's anxious expression, Jiang Jue thought to himself, It worked.
Next came the crucial part—whether he could join the future treasure-stealing operation at Mingde Hall.
Jiang Jue ushered Du Busi inside and closed the door.
With a beckon of his left hand, the Soul-Refining Banner appeared.
One soul ring after another rose up.
Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Red!
When the final crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring rose, a powerful pressure spread out. An extreme aura of evil burst forth, shaking the objects in the room back and forth.
"Good!"
Seeing the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, Du Busi shouted loudly, brilliant light flashing in his eyes.
"Back then, this old man wasn't much worse either… just a little stronger than you."
His breathing quickened slightly as he nodded in satisfaction.
His own sixth soul ring had only been eighty thousand years—not yet a hundred thousand. At the time, his body simply couldn't withstand a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
"It was just good luck,"
Jiang Jue waved his hand and smiled bashfully.
"No. This isn't just good luck—this is insanely good luck. To run into a soul beast that had just passed a hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation and was severely injured… This kind of luck, this old man doesn't even dare imagine,"
Du Busi said after calming his excitement, clicking his tongue inwardly.
From Old Jin, he had learned that when Jiang Jue and the other two obtained their soul rings, they just happened to encounter a soul beast that had just completed a hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation and was still in a weakened state, allowing the three of them to work together and reap an easy victory.
"It really was luck. If that soul beast hadn't suffered damage to its origin during the tribulation, the three of us would never have been able to defeat it,"
Jiang Jue explained. After all, the story sounded utterly unbelievable, and he had to make Du Busi believe it.
"That's true. But sometimes, luck is also part of strength,"
Du Busi nodded in agreement. If he hadn't taken Jiang Jue to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain a soul ring back then, he wouldn't have reached the level of an Ultimate Douluo now.
"Hm? Boy Jiang, could this be the reason you completed that destiny connection with that golden-furred lion?"
Du Busi suddenly realized something. He stood up from his chair, his eyes blazing as he asked.
"Uh… I think so too,"
Jiang Jue nodded seriously, expressing agreement with Du Busi's words.
He had originally planned to explain further, but he hadn't expected Du Busi to fill in the blanks himself.
"Indeed—overthinking is the most deadly!"
(End of Chapter)