Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1298: Chapter 853: Human Skin Magic Artifact

It would be best if that bastard Bo Yetong could be refined into an elixir. Not only would it satisfy Yang Xiao’s thirst for revenge, but it would also be a perfect use for him.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao’s admiration for Sheng Yanlin surged like a relentless river, a true testament to the wisdom that comes with age.

Dean Sheng is indeed a talent.

Sheng Yanlin promised Yang Xiao that he would handle this matter. Now that Sheng Yanlin held a nominal position within the Elder Gang of the Esoteric Sect, things would go much smoother with his intervention than if Yang Xiao and the others spoke up.

If this elixir is successfully refined, Yang Xiao plans to return the one he holds to Dean Sheng, making everyone happy with things restored to their rightful place.

After settling this matter, Yang Xiao sought his help in examining two boxes he brought back. These were filled with treasures from the Gu Sect.

The Gu Sect members are inherently insidious and ruthless. Previously, Yang Xiao feared being plotted against, so he had never opened the boxes and set them aside.

Now, with Sheng Yanlin present, having regained part of his strength, he was sufficient to handle any potential moves by the Gu Sect.

Sheng Yanlin asked Yang Xiao to step back behind him, then he personally stepped forward and used the Wisdom Stick to open the boxes, revealing a pair of gray shorts inside.

The shorts were dull gray with a few patches, old-fashioned and tattered, the kind that one would disregard if seen lying on the ground.

Seeing Sheng Yanlin merely observing and not picking up the shorts, Yang Xiao sensed something was amiss and asked in a low voice, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes." Sheng Yanlin, without turning his head, stared at the shorts, "Someone sprinkled poison powder on these. Though not lethal, it would be troublesome if touched."

"Hiss—" Yang Xiao inwardly sighed in relief, grateful for his caution, knowing the Gu Sect people were up to no good.

With that thought, he commanded the Mirror Ghost to give the half-dead Bo Yetong another thrashing.

Sheng Yanlin had noticed earlier when acting that Bo Yetong’s physical foundation was quite good. It’s evident the Gu Sect invested heavily in cultivating this future priest, feeding him plenty of quality elixirs.

But now, all those benefits would go to Yang Xiao, as the stronger the foundation of the ingredient, the higher the success rate of refining the elixir.

Yang Xiao had also considered the possibility of failure. If that happened, he would have to make another trip to the Gu Sect and invite Bo Yetong’s father.

Then he would put father and son into the same Alchemy Furnace and let them be reunited.

With those thoughts briefly passing, Yang Xiao sought a solution, "Mr. Sheng, couldn’t you find a way to handle this poison powder?"

"No, it’s not difficult to handle. Once I step outside, I can have someone from the Esoteric Sect prepare some antidote to sprinkle on it. In a few days, the poison will be neutralized."

Having said so, Sheng Yanlin followed the same procedure and opened another suitcase. Within just two seconds of opening the lid, Sheng Yanlin’s eyes widened in astonishment, "This is..."

Yang Xiao peered over his shoulder, seeing a finely crafted small object inside the suitcase.

It was a copper ring, rusted and about the size of a small palm, with a noticeable break at the connection point above.

The ring was intricately made, with a faint copper-cast relief of a tiger eating the sun, a blood groove etched with hidden barbs, and faint traces of blood visible.

Yang Xiao confirmed that this was not a complete item, but rather a damaged artifact.

"It’s truly fate that this is the missing part of that Ring-Headed Saber!" Sheng Yanlin remarked while fixating on the copper ring.

Memories surfaced, and Yang Xiao immediately recognized Sheng Yanlin was referring to the saber stored in the secret chamber within the city, originally belonging to the Deputy Director of the Patrol General Bureau.

That Deputy Director died in the Myanmar and Thailand Black Triangle, known as the Sword Lord, he was powerful, a reputed expert even among the Patrol General Bureau ranks. freewёbnoνel.com

At the sight of that saber, Sheng Yanlin had repeatedly lamented that it was a pity—a pity it was a damaged artifact. Had it been whole, he would’ve advised Yang Xiao to take it, saying this weapon would suit him perfectly.

Not long after, Yang Xiao inadvertently found the missing part of the saber, undeniably a fateful opportunity.

It felt as if in the heavens, the Sword Lord was guiding him.

On seeing this, Sheng Yanlin advised Yang Xiao to first get the antidote and neutralize the poison on the damaged artifact and then negotiate with the Esoteric Sect to claim the saber.

By gifting Yang Xiao a Magic Artifact of his choice, as promised by the Esoteric Sect’s High Priest Cannibal Buddha, the Esoteric Sect wouldn’t deny it.

However, Sheng Yanlin reminded Yang Xiao not to rush and to speak directly to Cannibal Buddha once he returned.

Despite acquiring the saber, it required the Esoteric Sect’s Artifact Refining Technique to recast the saber and copper ring as one.

This was no small project, and for it to be flawless, it needed to be handled by the best Artifact Refining Master from the Esoteric Sect, resources only Cannibal Buddha could orchestrate. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Yang Xiao believed he still had some favor with Cannibal Buddha, who remained indulgent towards him, entirely because he reunited him with his precious daughter, Sutana.

Truth be told, it had been some time since he last saw her, and Yang Xiao found himself missing her a bit.

With matters mostly resolved, Yang Xiao took Sheng Yanlin out of the Mirror World. Before leaving Yang Xiao’s residence, Sheng Yanlin urged him to remain calm recently and to wait for Cannibal Buddha’s return.

Judging by the resolution of these matters, they might soon have the chance to return home.

"Returning home..." These three words deeply moved Yang Xiao. Having spent over a month in the land of Myanmar and Thailand, the convoluted experiences were enough to script a play upon his return.