Free Web NovelChapter 1161: Chapter 785: Cooperation_2
"Old Dean, I understand what you’re saying, but everything you mentioned is just your one-sided story. Let’s talk about something useful to me," Yang Xiao interrupted.
Sheng Yanlin felt something and sighed, "It seems you still don’t trust me, worried that the old man covets your precious coffin clothes."
"Why, isn’t my suspicion reasonable?" Yang Xiao laughed. He knew well how valuable this garment was, perhaps even more than the old man in front of him. freёwebnoѵel.com
"If that’s the case, then let me be honest with you. This garment is useless to me, and to most high-level apostles, because it’s very special."
"To wield this item, there’s a prerequisite: there can’t be any clothing-type magic artifact on you. Otherwise, forcing it will lead to a backlash from the clothing-type magic artifact on you, leaving you without a resting place."
"And I already have this garment, so even though your treasure makes my eyes heat up, I have no chance." Sheng Yanlin opened his outer garment, revealing a Chinese-style short jacket inside.
"How can I trust you?" Because of the high asymmetry of information, Yang Xiao couldn’t judge the truth of the old man’s words.
"It’s simple. Try wearing another clothing-type magic artifact and see." Sheng Yanlin’s answer was very straightforward, "This Drama Robe is very special. With it, you won’t be able to wear any other clothing magic artifact again."
"But I have the Taoist Ghost’s Daoist robe," Yang Xiao suddenly remembered.
Sheng Yanlin picked up the torn scrap of the remaining half sleeve on the low table and looked at Yang Xiao in surprise, "Are you sure you can wear this? Although it’s impolite to say this, even my toilet paper is bigger than this."
Yang Xiao was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to retort.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Someone from the Esoteric Sect was speaking as if trying to stop someone, and there was a noise.
"Miss, please wait, Brother Yang is still recuperating..." It was the voice of Sui Chengguo.
A few seconds later, the door was banged open, and a figure rushed in.
Seeing the visitor, Yang Xiao was dumbfounded. It was indeed the alien girl. At this moment, her eyes were swollen, and she was carrying a Mirror Ghost, one-third of which was petrified, on her back, charging in aggressively.
Upon seeing Yang Xiao, without a word, she rushed over, grabbed Yang Xiao’s arm, and tried to drag him out.
"Hey, wait! Listen to me!!" Yang Xiao was bewildered. He was soaking in a medicinal bath, his body almost naked.
But now he was unusually weak, not at all a match for the alien girl, and he was dragged naked out of the tub, about to be pulled out of the room.
In the end, it was the middle-aged man from the Esoteric Sect who saved him, and Yang Xiao agreed to heal the Mirror Ghost.
The maid behind the girl also brought up a wooden box, and when she opened it, Yang Xiao was stunned to find a pitch-black, strange armor inside. Yang Xiao recognized it; it was the Protective Magical Artifact of the Demon Sect Vajra. He had never managed to break this guy’s tortoise shell.
This was a real treasure. Even Sheng Yanlin, standing by, admired it greatly. Through a young maid with limited Chinese translating, Yang Xiao understood that the darling daughter of the Cannibal Buddha intended to give this armor to the Mirror Ghost, so it wouldn’t get hurt in the future.
"Can it not be given?" Yang Xiao tentatively asked. Seeing this piece of clothing as a good thing, he wanted to try wearing it himself.
"No." The young maid straightened up and responded very clearly, "Otherwise, the lady will find a High Priest to beat you up."
Yang Xiao ungraciously gave in. Once he finally sent away this little ancestor, under the guidance of the old Dean Sheng Yanlin, Yang Xiao put on the Drama Robe, took the Mirror Ghost’s lifeless body, and returned to the Mirror World.
Bringing the Mirror Ghost back to the secret chamber, Yang Xiao found that the Mirror Ghost had been doing well. Not only had it changed into new clothes, but it also had its legs covered with a pink blanket, and its hair was meticulously groomed, much better treatment than its master’s.
"You said that because of this Drama Robe, I can’t wield other clothing magic artifacts, right?" Yang Xiao picked up the armor and didn’t expect the opportunity to test it would come so soon.
Sheng Yanlin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the aura of a high-level practitioner, nodding, "Absolutely impossible to wield."
"I want to try. Will anything bad happen?" Yang Xiao has always believed in learning through practice.
"There might be a little danger, but with me here, there shouldn’t be any major issues." Sheng Yanlin was very confident.
"Then I’ll trouble the old Dean." Without further ado, Yang Xiao put on the armor over the Drama Robe directly.
After wearing it, Yang Xiao moved a bit and found it quite fitting.
Though the armor looked cumbersome, in reality, it was light to wear; he could run and jump. The material was neither metal nor wood, very peculiar.
Even Sheng Yanlin couldn’t help but sigh. This was indeed a Nether-level Magical Artifact. The Demon Sect Vajra’s good reputation was largely due to it. He had once suffered because of it.
Seeing enough movement, Yang Xiao began to manipulate his spiritual power, hoping to resonate with the item through the remnants of the Drama Robe, something he realized after becoming a Ghost-level Apostle.
Though once a half-step Ghost Level, the gap between the mundane and the Heavenly Realm was a gaping chasm.
Breaking new ground after a life-and-death battle following the consumption of a pill, Yang Xiao was reborn.
Almost instantly, the armor on him reacted, beginning to establish resonance with Yang Xiao, shaking slightly, dark light floating on its surface like a living being.
This meant the old fogy was deceiving him. Yang Xiao turned his head, and his gaze towards this person instantly became more nuanced:
"Hehe, Old Dean, things don’t seem quite the way you said..." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
On the other hand, Sheng Yanlin wasn’t the slightest bit flustered, sensing the spiritual power fluctuations on Yang Xiao.
"3," Sheng Yanlin suddenly spoke.
Yang Xiao, feeling his own surging spiritual power, was taken aback.
"2"
"1"
As Sheng Yanlin’s last word fell, Yang Xiao’s body suddenly trembled. Countless barbs seemed to emerge inside the armor, piercing into his body, even the sensitive areas below weren’t spared, making Yang Xiao almost ascend to the heavens from pain.
Yang Xiao instinctively rallied spiritual power to resist, but the more he resisted, the worse the injury, the deeper and more painful the stab.
"Don’t resist, relax!" Sheng Yanlin chuckled, "easy! easy!"
This time Yang Xiao listened, and miraculously, as soon as he gave up, those strange barbs vanished instantly. Yang Xiao, like a rabbit with singed fur, jumped up and stripped off the armor, throwing it hard onto the ground.
"You..." Yang Xiao glared at the smiling Sheng Yanlin, knowing he’d been played. The old man had anticipated this entertaining scene long ago.
But he couldn’t say much, after all, Sheng Yanlin had mentioned it, and he indeed hadn’t lied.
Taking off the Drama Robe, Yang Xiao almost threw it on the ground, but suddenly snapped awake, pretended to dust it off, and then very sensibly put it back on.
"Hehe, truly, only my sister genuinely treats me well in this world; everyone else is just play-acting," Yang Xiao’s expression was sentimental, quite heartfelt.
He checked his body, bizarrely finding no trace of injury, as if being stabbed earlier was an illusion.
"Yang, please trust me. I can swear on the ancestors of Yiling Academy never to betray my promise to you." Sheng Yanlin’s expression was unusually solemn.
"How do you want me to help you?"
"Two things. First, I need a master from the Esoteric Sect to help me with a secret technique to prepare herbs, to help me quickly recover my spiritual power. Second..." Sheng Yanlin paused, then suddenly said, "I want a magic artifact, high-level... preferably a top-level one!"
"Do these work?" Yang Xiao pointed at several boxes seized from the Dharma Sect in the secret room; these were brought from a secret camp, filled with many magic artifacts.
Of course, there were also some magic artifacts they’d brought from home, but those belonged to the Patrol Defense Office, and he had no power to dispose of them.
However, Sheng Yanlin didn’t even look, shaking his head, "These are too inferior. I want a Nether-level Magical Artifact."
