LWGP - Chapter 232
Chapter 232: Black Witch Spirit King
Using the Spirit Body Secret Art, Wang Jiu had long since segmented her own flesh and blood, applying the Spirit Body technique to each piece. This was so that if she ever encountered a powerful expert and was defeated, she could use the detached flesh as another means of attack.
The White Bone Bodies she previously controlled could operate separately from her, but it was a two-way street. The White Bone Bodies could even merge into her body, distributing themselves among the segments of her flesh to form an auxiliary combat force.
However, this was highly difficult and still just a concept of hers. She was too busy and had no time to perfect it (mainly because she had been getting beaten up and injured so often lately, leaving her with no time).
But applying the Spirit Body technique to her flesh segments was something she had started working on back in the Third Spacetime.
This was her flexible application of skills. She just hadn't expected to be hung on a badass, half-legendary torture rack. After thinking it over, her only option was to lure Prince Xingyun into torturing her. As more and more of her flesh fell to the ground, one piece could use a camera-like ability. The severed finger was the most useful. After being detached from the rack, it was taken to the laboratory by Prince Xingyun. The Spirit Body was not a living entity, so the instruments couldn't detect any signs of life, but it shared some of her skills and could move about on its own…
Back when she only had 50,000 in all attributes, neither Song Yin nor the Frost Bone Dragon King could detect her White Bone Bodies. Now that she was so much stronger and had so many more Order Books, by the same logic, Xingyun couldn't see through her true nature and naturally couldn't sense the Spirit Body.
As for how she contacted Saling and the others, that was all too simple.
Upon returning to the Imperial Medical Center, Saling quickly received the Investigation Team's findings. The controllers of the starships nearest to Prince Xingyun's vessel—the same ones that had been the first to counterattack and focus fire on the torture chamber—had all vanished, leaving behind only the remains of a few puppet items.
"She must have long been on guard against the possibility of being found by Xingyun."
Indeed, Wang Jiu had known for a while that both the Empire and the assassins would be searching for her. The latter, nine times out of ten, were royalty or figures of power. As a newcomer, she wasn't familiar with the technology, and who knew how long she could hide from the big data of the Fourth Spacetime's various departments. Once her location was locked down, the enemy would already know her approximate strength and would surely be stronger than her when they made their move.
To save her own life, before boarding the starship to the royal capital, Wang Jiu had also controlled several puppets to board other starships, spreading them out to trail behind.
The puppets didn't communicate with her through social media private messages, but through telepathy, which Prince Xingyun couldn't block. However, it wasn't these puppets that contacted Saling and the others. The puppets first contacted four people, and then those four contacted Saling.
Those four people were the four minor kings who had been stripped down to their underwear. At the time, they received a single message from a puppet.
"I won't kill you. You survived, so you'll face a military investigation, right? You might even be ostracized by your colleagues. Your resources are already gone, and you're bound to lose levels next. Want to turn the tables?"
A slap and then a sweet date? What do you take us for?!
After cursing furiously, the four replied: "Yes, please speak."
After hearing the plan, they knew that this time, they could not only atone for their mistakes but also get promoted—if they could bring down a certain prince.
It wasn't a particularly sophisticated scheme; Prince Xingyun was simply blinded by his preconceived notions. He had discovered that Wang Jiu was from another spacetime and knew when she had arrived. He figured a country bumpkin from another world who had only been here for a few days would have no foundation or backing. Furthermore, he had perceived that his own dear brother, following his usual ruthless habits, had sent Feng Liao and the others to assassinate Wang Jiu. This meant Wang Jiu couldn't possibly be colluding with the emperor; otherwise, she wouldn't have run off after saving the Young Prince. She was in an isolated and helpless position, so once captured, she wouldn't have the ability to cause any trouble.
How could he have known this bumpkin was so capable of pulling tricks? Even while hanging on a torture rack, she could still outmaneuver him completely.
Ten days ago, she was the prisoner. Ten days later, he was the prisoner. Son of a bitch.
As an unlucky devil who had become intimately familiar with hospital beds several times since arriving in the Fourth Spacetime, her treatment was a bit better this time.
Before, Lord Saling had been aloof and unresponsive to her. She was still the same now, but amid the silence, she would personally tend to her.
Anyway, when Wang Jiu woke up, she glanced at her bandaged five fingers and raised an eyebrow at Saling, who was mixing a potion nearby.
Her body still carried the various toxins and lingering negative effects that Xingyun had continuously administered over the past few days, causing her recovery speed to become very slow.
"You bandaged this?"
"Yes."
"Your technique isn't great. It's a bit ugly."
"…"
Saling turned back and gave her a cold look, arrogant, critical, and warning. "I'm mixing an oral potion to dispel your negative effects. Whether it's bitter or not depends on my mood. You'd better watch your mouth."
So cold and fierce.
Wang Jiu looked around. "This doesn't seem like a hospital room."
"It's a research lab."
"What, are you going to dissect me?"
Wang Jiu remembered that when she collapsed, she had deliberately fallen against this person. She figured Saling must have felt her back when she was holding her.
For the past few days, her back had a constant burning sensation, but it wasn't from the original thing from Miao Mountain. It was the one that had infiltrated her later. It was getting restless, seemingly wanting to stir up trouble while she was weak.
A chief medical officer as powerful as Saling must have checked. What did she see?
"There's a pattern on your back."
As expected.
A hint of surprise appeared on Wang Jiu's pale face. "You looked at my body?"
Saling frowned. "Are you changing the subject? Or are you saying you already knew there was something wrong with your body?"
"I knew. Speaking of which, I don't like this crappy place of yours." Wang Jiu closed her eyes, speaking with a hint of weariness. "That time I was on the Zerg Star, you know about that, right?"
Saling had been speculating about the origin of the pattern on her back but hadn't thought it was related to the Zerg Star. No, it should be related to the Eternal Night Race.
"You went underground? Ten thousand meters?" Saling reacted quickly, but Wang Jiu just raised an eyebrow slightly.
It seemed the Fourth Spacetime's Empire also knew about the mysteries ten thousand meters underground.
"I had no choice, I was running for my life. I encountered a black mist and passed out as soon as I entered it, but I managed to grab onto a floating platform and didn't fall any further."
"I know it drilled into my body. It didn't cause any trouble afterward, but I didn't expect it to start stirring restlessly these past few days."
Wang Jiu told the truth because she knew nothing about it and wanted to use the Empire's resources to get answers.
But as soon as she said this, Saling's expression became very serious.
"That might be a Witch Spirit King from the subterranean world. Nine times out of ten, it's a Black Witch Spirit King."
Black Witch again.
Wang Jiu suddenly realized a possibility—the Black Witch might not be a single entity, but a group. That's why the System would list Black Witch as a profession.
In that case, was the one from Miao Mountain also one?
"The Black Witch you're talking about is a profession? A Black Witch mage from the era of the Primordial Spirit Race?"
Saling glanced at Wang Jiu. "There were no professions in the era of the Primordial Spirit Race. They don't belong to the player system. The Primordial Spirits exist independently of the game. It was they who pioneered the age of magic."
Wang Jiu nodded. This matched her own understanding.
"The Primordial Spirit era suffered a cataclysmic war. Most of the Primordial Spirits were destroyed, and only a few remnants escaped underground. The game didn't exist back then. These Primordial Spirits were also divided into tiers. The first tier consisted of the Spirit Emperors who had achieved enlightenment. Most of those who managed to escape were Spirit Emperors."
"Under the power systems they created, the first generation of inheritors emerged. These were the Spirit Kings. The 'greater kings' and 'lesser kings' we classify now are actually derived from this title, but they're nothing compared to those Spirit Kings."
"After all, the Spirit Kings of the Primordial Spirit Race exist outside the game. Their life and death are in their own hands. Even if their bodies are destroyed, their souls can survive. But us... everything about us is controlled by the System's programming. Our souls cannot exist independently."
Wang Jiu understood. Spirit Emperors from the Primordial Spirit Race, huh? It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, but it seemed the founder of the Undead Race belonged to this level. After all, he created the Undead Race's Dao of Immortality system and the Undead Race itself.
"How do you tell if it's a Spirit Emperor or a Spirit King? What if the one in my body is a Spirit Emperor?"
In truth, Wang Jiu wanted to determine whether the one from Miao Mountain was an emperor or a king.
Saling seemed to think her question was a bit idiotic.
"If it were a Spirit Emperor, you wouldn't have lasted three seconds. Your soul would have been devoured long ago. It can only be a Spirit King, and one that lost its body many years ago. Only after being weakened for so long could it hide inside you, lying dormant and waiting for your weakest moment to try and usurp your body. However…"
Saling looked at Wang Jiu. "Your willpower is very strong. Over the past few days, your neural fluctuations have been very stable, which means its assault failed."
"But it wasn't entirely without gain, was it?"
Wang Jiu looked at Saling and asked, "What is the pattern on my back?"
In that case, the one from Miao Mountain must also be a Black Witch Spirit King.
Saling opened her optical computer, showed her the picture she had taken earlier, and watched Wang Jiu's expression.
Wang Jiu glanced at it, her expression calm. Saling couldn't detect anything amiss.
A black spider.
"A black widow," Wang Jiu said lightly.
The System suddenly felt that fate was a little terrifying.
Back when Wang Jiu's profession talent tags appeared, there were so many that it only paid attention to three of them. As for tags like 'Poisonous Widow' and 'Fox Spirit,' it just saw them as a joke.
But the facts proved that every tag corresponded to some turning point in her destiny.
This 'Poisonous Widow' tag wasn't about what happened to her ex-husband, nor was it about the Black Widow mini-boss she killed.
It was actually about the black mist soul that entered her body in the Fourth Spacetime.
Once a problem was discovered, it had to be solved. But that wasn't for Wang Jiu to worry about. She wanted to borrow the Empire's power, but that depended on whether the one at the very top was petty or not.
Saling had probably already transmitted the data upward.
Two days later, Wang Jiu, who was enjoying the sun by the window while drinking coffee, received her first visitor.
The Young Prince.
He brought flowers.
A huge pot of chrysanthemums.
Wang Jiu, her legs crossed, stared at the chrysanthemums for a long while before looking at the handsomely dressed, cute young boy. "Is this for a funeral?"
The Young Prince huffed. "Saling said your injuries are so severe and your wounds are repeatedly getting inflamed. Chrysanthemum tea reduces internal heat and inflammation."
Wang Jiu glanced at Saling, who had entered behind him. "Why didn't you have His Highness bring me some cucumbers? Cucumbers can also reduce heat and inflammation, and they have other uses. Much more practical than chrysanthemums."
That's a pretty practical joke you're telling.
After closing the door, Saling ignored them and went into the adjacent research lab, leaving the door open so she could hear the two of them talking outside.
Two hours later, Saling checked her work progress and frowned. So slow. The efficiency was terrible. The two people outside were too noisy.
Saling's attached system couldn't help but complain: Why don't you just close the door?
Saling ignored it.
Closing her optical computer, Saling contacted the prince's exclusive tutoring department... A moment later, the prince's annoyed voice came from outside. He had to go to his supplementary lessons.
Once the prince was gone, Saling walked out and leaned against the doorframe, asking Wang Jiu, "I have a proposal that can help you extract this Spirit King's soul. Are you willing?"
Wang Jiu put down her book and tilted her head. "Your Majesty agreed?"
So they were willing to let her use the medical center's top-tier equipment.
Hearing Wang Jiu's tone and seeing the look in her eyes, Saling instantly understood the meaning behind the outsider's words—I saved your only son and helped you take down your hypocritical, scumbag brother, yet Your Majesty still wanted to discard me after I'd served my purpose. So ruthless and heartless. Have you finally found your conscience?
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