Many League history books referred to that battle as the Day of Fiendish Calamity, and Jing Daoxian also had the nickname of Demon King. In that era, the League didn't have as many Epic experts as it did now. To kill twenty-seven Epic experts in a row, nearly slaughtering more than half of humanity's experts, causing humanity's strength to regress by at least a decade.
Zhou Wen stared at the elder in front of him, unable to connect the sickly elder with the legendary man who was like a terrifying demon king.
"You are Demon King Jing Daoxian?" Zhou Wen didn't feel any fear because his body was restrained because he knew very well that fear was useless.
"Are you willing to take it now?" Jing Daoxian said to Zhou Wen with a faint smile.
"Yes," Zhou Wen answered without any hesitation. He didn't wish to die at the hands of this devil.
When Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen's answer, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You say you want it, but you don't. Even if you take it, I'm afraid you won't cultivate it."
Is this fellow sick? Zhou Wen thought to himself, Of course I won't cultivate it. If that Skyfiend Insight is really a Primordial Energy Art of a devil like you, wouldn't the League government think that I'm related to you if I were to cultivate it? Wouldn't they put me on the wanted list as well?
Jing Daoxian pondered for a moment before his eyes lit up as though he had thought of something. He put away the notebook in his hand and took out something else.
It was a purple metal box that resembled purple copper, but it didn't have a luster like purple copper. It had a dull, frosted texture.
The metal box was squarish and about the size of a cigarette case. It looked extremely exquisite and exquisite. On the box, there were strange and chaotic patterns engraved on it. In the middle were three words.
Lost Immortal Sutra! Zhou Wen recognized the three words, but he didn't know what they meant.
The elder placed the small purple metal box in front of Zhou Wen and used his fingers to lift the top lid. At that moment, Zhou Wen realized that it wasn't a box at all, but purple metal pieces that were connected together. They looked like purple metal name cards.
The purple metal pieces were very thin. There were thirteen of them, and each one was engraved with tiny words. As the words were too small, Zhou Wen couldn't see what was written on them.
Jing Daoxian opened the purple metal piece, but he didn't read the words on it. He only waved it in front of Zhou Wen before folding it back together, turning it into a purple metal piece the size of a cigarette case. Then, he placed it in Zhou Wen's hand.
"This records a Primordial Energy Art. It's very interesting. Take it back and slowly cultivate it." Jing Daoxian gave a strange smile, revealing his white teeth.
Jing Daoxian stuffed the Lost Immortal Sutra into Zhou Wen's hand before hunching his body and coughing lightly. He walked off the long street and soon disappeared into the dark street.
Only then did Zhou Wen feel the invisible force dissipate as he regained control of his body. He glanced in the direction where Jing Daoxian had vanished and couldn't see him anymore. He hurriedly looked down at the metal piece in his heart.
"The history books say that Jing Daoxian has an eccentric personality and does things according to his whims. It's true from what I've seen today." Legend had it that Jing Daoxian was temperamental. Killing was as simple as eating and drinking. He didn't have any morals at all. Zhou Wen didn't believe that Jing Daoxian would be so kind as to give him a high-level Primordial Energy Art after meeting him by chance.
Zhou Wen flipped the metal piece over and over again, but he didn't find anything special about it. Without opening it, it looked like a metal cigarette case.
After some thought, Zhou Wen didn't open the Lost Immortal Sutra's contents. He had the mysterious phone and the Sun Strafe Art. He was destined to become an expert, so there was no need for him to take the risk to cultivate the Primordial Energy Art Jing Daoxian had given him.
After hesitating for a moment while holding the metal piece, Zhou Wen carefully put it into his pocket.
Firstly, he was afraid that Jing Daoxian was still spying nearby. If he were to throw it away now, Jing Daoxian might fly into a rage and kill him to vent his anger.
Secondly, Zhou Wen didn't know if there were any traps in the Lost Immortal Sutra that could harm others. If he randomly threw it away, he might end up harming others.
After taking another look in the direction Jing Daoxian had vanished in, Zhou Wen turned around and continued walking towards the supermarket.
Just as Zhou Wen turned to leave, the corners of Jing Daoxian's mouth curled up slightly as he sneered with a strange expression. I originally found you pleasing to the eye and gave you an opportunity, but I never expected you to be a layman. No one can live comfortably in this world after rejecting me, Jing Daoxian. Cultivating the Lost Immortal Sutra means death, but not cultivating it also means death. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not knowing what's good for you.
Suddenly, Jing Daoxian frowned slightly. He caught up so quickly?
With that said, Jing Daoxian walked to the other end of the city and quickly vanished into the city's night.
Zhou Wen hadn't walked far when he suddenly saw a few people running over on the street in front of him. They were wearing black uniforms that looked like police uniforms, but they were somewhat different. Zhou Wen sized them up carefully, but he didn't recognize them.
There were men and women in the group, and most of them looked to be in their twenties or thirties. Leading them was a man in his thirties. His face was fair, but he had a mustache above his lips. He was thin, and the tip of his nose was slightly hooked. His eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"Classmate, did you see an elder in his seventies or eighties when you came over from the front?" The group of people ran past Zhou Wen, but none of them looked at him. However, not long after they ran, the man in the lead suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Zhou Wen.
"There seems to be such an elder. He went that way." Zhou Wen pointed in the direction Jing Daoxian had left in.
The man looked at Zhou Wen again before nodding and thanking him. Then, he led the group of uniformed men and women in the direction Zhou Wen had pointed in.
Zhou Wen waited until they were far away before turning to leave. He really didn't wish to be embroiled in such trouble. Peacefully attending school and gaming was the life he pursued.
This time, he finally arrived at the supermarket successfully. After buying enough food, Zhou Wen returned home as usual and continued his grinding in-game life.
After playing until past one in the morning, Zhou Wen forced himself to put down his phone and lay in bed to sleep.
Zhou Wen's sleep quality had always been good. Perhaps it had something to do with his talent. Zhou Wen could quickly get into a groove when he was studying, and it was also very easy for him to fall asleep when he slept. He would fall asleep in less than three seconds after lying in bed.
Zhou Wen originally imagined that he would sleep until dawn like before, but he felt something amiss when he slept in the middle of the night.
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