175: Could it be a man-made beast?

However, although the Bishop found the newborn blade spirit flying away strange, he was not worried.

He summoned another controlled beast and instantly appeared above ground.

In fact, he arrived one step before the bone blade.

Just as he was preparing to intercept it, he saw a sneaky figure hiding nearby, doing something he couldn't discern.

"Xiao Ling, teleport the bone blade away, don't worry about me, hurry!"

"Alright..."

The moment the bone blade rushed out of the ground, a flash of light passed by, and it instantly vanished right under the Bishop's nose.

"Was that your doing?"

The Bishop instantly appeared in front of Lin Chuan and reached out to grab him.

"Haha, the King Rank blade spirit is mine..."

Lin Chuan smiled, greeted him, and then immediately dispelled the Clone.

"Damn it! Lin Chuan! I know you! Argh..."

The Red-robed Bishop instantly went mad and berserk, all traces of his gentle demeanor vanishing.

At this moment, he finally understood the feelings of the Black-Clothed Chief Priest.

This Lin Chuan truly did nothing humane; his hard work of over a decade was snatched away just like that!

"I know where you are, isn't it the Nether Soil of Yu Ming Academy? You can't escape!!!"

As long as the blade spirit was not in a controlled beast space, he could accurately locate it.

In fact, every Bishop could easily find it.

Although he didn't know what method Lin Chuan used to control the blade spirit, he didn't believe Lin Chuan dared to contract it directly; that would actually be better... Even if the blade spirit reverted to Commander Rank, as long as Lin Chuan paid the price, it would be worth it.

At this moment, the Bishop finally understood the Black-Clothed Chief Priest's determination to kill Lin Chuan.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The blade spirit was not teleported directly into the Academy's Secret Realm, but rather to a hotel outside the Academy.

Underworld Eleven was resting there.

Lin Chuan had sent him over to interface with the Su Family, so he had given him the secret realm ring.

Now, they needed to use the secret realm ring to transport the blade spirit into the Secret Realm, otherwise, if a King Rank entity entered directly, it would be discovered.

This Corrosive Devouring Blade Spirit of the Demon God Cult was not something that could see the light of day, let alone a King Rank one.

Lin Chuan felt helpless; he always acquired these dark, sinister things, making it impossible to openly show off.

That being said, Lin Chuan was still satisfied with this haul.

Right now, the Nether Soil was in dire need of combat power, and two or three King Rank entities were far from enough.

Lin Chuan casually tossed the blade spirit into the Nether Soil, then returned the secret realm ring to Underworld Eleven.

It was still night; everything would wait until dawn... The night passed uneventfully.

The Su Family had already sent a representative to negotiate, reportedly even an heir.

Lin Chuan didn't care; he left everything to Underworld Eleven to handle.

Anyway, no matter how much money they sold it for, it would be pure profit, and with the Dean mediating, they shouldn't lose out.

Lin Chuan himself entered the Nether Soil again.

It seemed he spent more time in the Nether Soil than outside.

He was practically a model worker!

First, he went to the location of the blade spirit.

After placing the blade spirit in a Monarch Rank territory yesterday, it hadn't moved.

When Lin Chuan saw it, it had just instantly killed a Monarch-rank Spirit with a single strike, letting the soul orb drop to the ground.

Dozens of them had already accumulated on the ground overnight.

This couldn't be wasted, so Lin Chuan quickly picked them up.

"Ma... ster"

A wisp of thought was transmitted from the blade spirit.

Lin Chuan: "..."

It reached King Rank, yet it couldn't even speak clearly?

Lin Chuan quickly touched the blade spirit once and probed its attributes.

He had to be fast; if he was slow, the tentacles on the blade spirit would start trying to attach themselves, giving Lin Chuan goosebumps.

Yao Beast: Corrosive Devouring Blade Spirit (King Rank One Star)

Skills:

Soul Capture (Active: Emits a mental wave that causes the target to fall into a killing illusion. Passive Effect: Those who meet the blade spirit's eye will be affected by killing intent.)

Corrosive Bone Carnage (Passive: When the hilt is grasped, it connects to the user's skeleton, providing an all-attribute bonus and improving through slaughter. Attacks carry a corrosive effect.)

master Devourer (Passive, Species Exclusive: Upon the master's death, the master's Soul and Physical Body are wholly sacrificed to the blade spirit, increasing the probability of advancement. The more frenzied the Soul, the better the enhancement.)

Seven Kills (Passive, Divine-Grade Bloodline Exclusive: Transformed from the bone fragments of the Divine-Grade Seven Kill Divine Tiger; cannot be completely destroyed. Devouring flesh and blood can restore the blade body. Devouring King Rank peers can increase potential.)

Potential: King Rank Three Stars

This was probably the King Rank entity with the fewest skills Lin Chuan had ever seen, even fewer than some Elite Rank Yao Beasts.

He didn't know if this was common for tool-type controlled beasts or if this thing was just special.

Apparently, Xiao Ling also seemed to have relatively few skills.

What surprised Lin Chuan was that this thing actually possessed a Divine-Grade Bloodline?

It even had a slight possibility of advancing to Divine-Grade!

Especially the final Seven Kills passive skill, Lin Chuan guessed: Could this have been an artificially created controlled beast?

Considering the Demon God Cult's nature, the possibility was very high.

Lin Chuan didn't dwell on it; it was his now, regardless.

However, he wouldn't use it himself; he'd give it to Nether One.

Since Nether One was a Nether Spirit, whether it had a skeleton or not, it wouldn't fear corrosion...

Old Hei had recovered fully after a huge meal.

It reached six stars.

Lin Chuan released Old Hei, letting it go find Monarch-rank Spirits to play with by itself.

Lin Chuan himself took the blade spirit and walked further away, so as not to disturb Old Hei's leveling.

Although Old Hei couldn't intervene in battles between King Rank entities, it was the cornerstone of everything; without it, there would be no Nether Domain Space, no Gray Snake, no life fruit, and none of Lin Chuan's life-saving abilities...

It was like the stabilizing Sea God's Needle, laying a solid foundation for Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan greatly anticipated the overall enhancement that Old Hei would bring after advancing to Monarch Rank or even King Rank.

After waiting for about half an hour, Nether One, Underworld Two, and Ming Shuo, the three King-rank Nether Spirits, arrived one after another.

"Greetings, my master!"

"Rise. How is the situation?"

"master, this Elementary area borders three other Elementary areas. The Elementary areas to the east and west each contain four King Rank entities, while the southern one only has three."

"..."

Lin Chuan had still underestimated the Nether Soil.

If a random Elementary area had three or four King Rank entities, wouldn't the entire Nether Soil contain tens of thousands, or even several tens of thousands of King Rank entities...

However, it didn't matter; a fat man wasn't grown in a single bite.

Currently, Lin Chuan's goal was simply to improve his strength as much as possible before the Beast Tide arrived.

If possible, he still hoped Xuanwu City could be saved.

"Ming Shuo, do the masters of these Elementary Nether God Temples belong to the same faction as you?"

"Yes. One Intermediate area can control ten or more Elementary areas."

Calculated this way, the strength of the master of the Intermediate Nether God Temple must be terrifying.

They certainly couldn't be compared to Ming Shuo, the homebody who spent all day slacking off and sleeping; they might be able to fully control all combat power within their area.

Fortunately, Lin Chuan temporarily had no plans to provoke the Intermediate Nether God Temple.

"Nether One, try to see if this blade can be used?"

Saying this, he pointed to the bone blade beside them.

Nether One didn't speak, stepping forward directly and grasping the hilt of the bone blade.

Immediately, countless bloody tentacles wrapped around his right hand, dense and tight, gradually twisting and merging into one.

"How is it?"

"My master, these tentacles have drilled inside my arm and are still wriggling. I will try not to kill them; feeding them soul orbs occasionally should suffice."

Nether One stated calmly.

Lin Chuan: ... How did you manage to describe that entirely from an observer's perspective?

"Alright, I hope you two get along well."