The Three Realms Thief Chapter 50

The spell was complete.

But Xu Yuan remained still for a long time.

He always felt…

like something was missing.

He scratched his head, stood up, went to the fridge for a bottle of ice water, and slowly drank it.

Even though he was already at the second level of Qi Refining—

Today, he woke up early to deliver food to the hospital, then fought Jiang Xueyao at the school assembly; he battled for several hours in the monthly exam, taking down a ninth-level Qi Refining human-skin monster; in the afternoon, he completed a full set of comprehensive test papers, tested his spirit root, and met teachers from Luofu and Nine Luminaries; after school, he scared away those infatuated admirers with a sword; in the evening, he completed the “Heart of the Witch” selection; then he went shopping for shoes and array discs, and grocery shopping for food and daily necessities; finally, he came back and did homework until midnight.

In short.

He needed to perk himself up.

He slowly finished the bottle of ice water and then went to shower.

He first adjusted the hot water, then the cold, alternating for seven or eight minutes, then dried himself off.

He blew his hair dry.

He changed into clean clothes.

He popped a super-boosted Spirit Awakening Pill (Zhao Afei whispered, “This is good stuff, I spent several sets of resources just buying the recipe from graduates”).

Good.

He was full of energy!

Xu Yuan rubbed his hands, feeling utterly invigorated.

Indeed.

He had already achieved Qi Refining, and his swordplay was accomplished, so getting into a top university was not a problem.

He could certainly get a good night’s sleep right now.

Even if he wanted to go out and play every day starting tomorrow, there would be no issue.

But.

He had made a promise to Yang Xiaobing to meet at Luofu.

He still wanted to see the peak of this world.

And there was that nightmare-level competition.

—Time waits for no one, my friend.

This world was even more stratified than Earth, and he had seen many real-world problems from the news and his original body’s memories.

If he couldn’t become strong enough before these cruel things arrived—

The consequences would be dire.

“Born in sorrow, die in comfort.”

He recited it a few times in a low voice, a hint of sharpness appearing in his eyes.

He formed hand seals, channeling his spiritual power.

The spell was complete.

Instantly.

A chilling aura bubbled up, filling the entire living room.

Fire.

A fire without warmth once again began to burn.

Smoke mixed with various strange odors emerged from the void, settling throughout the room.

Xu Yuan felt something and suddenly looked back.

He saw cold mist swirling in his bedroom, emanating a sense of desolation and antiquity.

Go.

Go and see again!

He took steps and quickly walked into the bedroom.

Initially narrow, barely wide enough for a person.

After walking for dozens of steps.

The view suddenly opened up.

Gray sand covered everything as far as the eye could see.

A bronze figure lay on the ground.

It was left by his father.

Xu Yuan quickly walked forward, searching carefully.

—Where was that mummy?

I remember leaving it here.

Why isn’t it here?

Xu Yuan, relying on his memory, pinpointed the location and dug several meters deep.

Nothing!

“Could it have run away… that’s impossible.”

Xu Yuan muttered, then suddenly closed his mouth.

On the desert.

Distinct footprints extended one after another, leading into the distant mist.

…It really came alive.

But where would a mummy go?

Xu Yuan simply followed the footprints.

Before long.

He quickened his pace.

The Spirit Communication Technique continuously consumed spiritual power.

He was only at the second level of Qi Refining, and his total spiritual power was limited.

He had to be quick!

Xu Yuan kept running, and soon he reached the top of an exceptionally high sand dune.

He stood on the slope and looked down, unable to help but say:

“…Such a thing exists.”

Below was an oasis!

Not only an oasis, but also a town.

However, the town was full of broken walls and ruins, partially buried by sandstorms, appearing exceptionally desolate and lonely.

Should he go down and take a look?

As he was thinking, he suddenly saw something moving in the ruins of the town.

It was that mummy!

Although it was far away, he was overlooking it, and there was no sand to block his view.

So Xu Yuan clearly saw the wandering mummy.

Xu Yuan simply glided with the wind, his toes lightly tapping the desert, and in just a few movements, he arrived before it.

“Who are you! What do you want to do!”

The mummy roared.

Lines of faint small text quietly appeared above its head:

“?”

“Belonging to the grotesque.”

“—An ordinary object with unusual variations, rare in the world, living as a grotesque.”

Suddenly—

More lines of small text appeared before Xu Yuan:

“You have encountered a ‘grotesque,’ and your understanding of the world has expanded as follows:”

“Birds and beasts cultivate to transform into demons;”

“Living beings who fall into a single thought of depravity, never to return, become devils;”

“Life ceases, but a spirit remains, becoming a ghost;”

“Ordinary objects with unusual variations, living as a grotesque.”

“—This defines the meaning of ‘demons, devils, ghosts, and grotesques.'”

All the small text vanished.

Xu Yuan looked at the mummy—now it was a “grotesque.”

So.

Should he kill the grotesque?

Wait a moment.

Xu Yuan spread his hands and said sincerely:

“Someone hid you under my sofa before; I’m the one who put you here.”

“—Do you remember who killed you?”

The mummy pondered, “I seem to have some impression, shall we talk?”

“No problem,” Xu Yuan said.

Just as Xu Yuan’s “deal” left his lips, the mummy suddenly vanished from its spot.

So fast!

Instantly.

Xu Yuan activated the “Chuixue” divine power on his Qiongxia Sword and fiercely slashed to his side!

Clang.

A crisp sound.

The mummy flew backward, landing lightly on the ground, and looked down at its hand.

—There was a rapidly disappearing cut on its hand.

“You have a good sword.”

It licked the wound on its wrist while staring fiercely at Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan was slightly surprised.

The Qiongxia Sword had a sharpness of +5; ordinary swords couldn’t withstand a single blow from it.

Yet, this mummy merely got a superficial cut?

What a monster.

“Hey, you’re alive because of me, there’s no need to attack me, right?”

Xu Yuan complained.

“So I’m going to kill you and turn you into one of us,” the mummy explained.

“If I die, can you turn me into one of you?” Xu Yuan asked with interest.

“No,” the mummy replied.

Xu Yuan’s mouth twitched, and he started to feel like killing this monster.

But his spiritual power wasn’t at full capacity.

And.

He now had to go to the bathroom.

He couldn’t hold his bladder.

Especially for a teenage boy.

So—

“Never mind, I’ll come back next time.”

Xu Yuan made up his mind and immediately started to dissolve the Spirit Communication Technique.

However, at that very moment.

A sudden change occurred—

He suddenly noticed the silver ring on his finger trembling slightly.

The pendant also emitted soft resonance sounds.

—The Truth Set seemed to be reacting!

Lines of faint text suddenly flashed:

“You have arrived at the ruins ‘???’, fulfilled the pre-conditions, and can now activate the Truth Soul Art:”

“Azure Nether Draws Yellow Springs.”

“Please activate ‘The Last Enlightenment Ring’ and ‘The Last Truth Emblem’ with spiritual power.”

Xu Yuan was taken aback.

This technique could only be activated in a “specific dao field.”

He had originally planned to get a “blank historical branch” to see if he could activate this soul art.

But he hadn’t expected—

In the world reached by the Spirit Communication Technique, he actually found a place that met the conditions!

Then he couldn’t leave.

He stood in place, silently sensing the reactions from the ring and pendant.

And he relieved himself.

The mummy wandered a few dozen meters away for a bit, then suddenly pounced again, reaching its hands towards Xu Yuan’s crotch.

Xu Yuan got a bit annoyed.

First a sneak attack, now going for the groin—

Even if you’re a monster, you should pick your moments.

Clang!

The longsword struck out, instantly unleashing dense sword qi, producing friction sounds in the air.

Flying Swallow Chain! Flying Swallow Chain! Flying Swallow Chain!

Twenty-four sword qi blasts sent the monster flying into the air—

“Go.”

Xu Yuan let out a low cry.

The longsword transformed into a stream of light and shot upwards, striking with full force!

Flying Sword – Swallow’s Return!

The mummy barely managed to block with both hands, its black blood splattering from the cuts, and was sent hurtling into a distant building like a cannonball, letting out a strange cry, and fleeing.

—It ran away!

Taking this opportunity—

Xu Yuan zipped up his pants and infused spiritual power into The Last Enlightenment Ring and The Last Truth Emblem.

A strange phenomenon occurred!

The void emitted layers of light and shadow, manifesting as an image, slowly unfolding in the desolate sand.

These lights and shadows quickly expanded, overlapping with the town ruins, and could even be said to—

It replaced the town below.

Unbeknownst to him.

A cloaked cultivator appeared beside Xu Yuan, standing with him in the middle of the town’s main street.

“I don’t know if it will succeed.”

The cultivator spoke.

“What do you mean? And whom do I have the honor of addressing?” Xu Yuan asked.

The cultivator did not answer, nor did he look at Xu Yuan, but pulled out a ring and a pendant from his怀i.

It was precisely the Truth Set!

“These are the ring and pendant I made, just to record the truth I know—”

“Because my lifespan is nearing its end.”

“Listen to me—”

“Ghosts cannot be seen, so it’s extremely difficult to kill them.”

“Even if you successfully kill ghosts, it can only temporarily alleviate the calamities of the human world, but ultimately, it’s useless.”

“Because when people die, their souls have nowhere to go, and after devouring each other, powerful monstrous ghosts will still form.”

“If humanity is not exterminated, ghosts will never end.”