Published at 2nd of March 2026 7:28 am

Chapter 4292: Wait 2

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At least nine out of the Ten High Nobles possess such traits, it’s just that the Nian Dao comprehended by Kui Leihan is more representative and recognizable, leaving a deeper impression.

"And now, if there is a chance of ’resurrection,’ at least it can restore ninety percent of its peak combat strength and insights."

"Hua Changdeng, after a battle with Bazhun’an, will he transcend the shackles of the Reincarnation Path and Way of the Sword, pushing the Spirit Dao Disc to its extreme?"

This question, in fact, isn’t a question. Xu Xiaoshou had already found the answer early on.

When he devised method two and also planned to execute method two, the Origin True Stele: Hua was the first choice after the character of War.

Even if at that time it seemed that Hua Changdeng’s Spirit Dao Disc had yet to reach the Extreme Realm and couldn’t help him attain enlightenment to the limit, it was still the first choice.

Now, there is the necessity of path-robbing.

Hua Changdeng can completely condense the Venerable Extreme Dharma Form.

With His strength, persistence, and determination, it certainly wouldn’t become just a stagnant insight into the character Hua that he could quickly absorb. Highly likely, like the War Ancestor, he would possess self-awareness and could independently achieve enlightenment and cultivate.

"Then, is it faster for me to comprehend the Spirit Dao Disc, or for Hua Changdeng to comprehend it, and I come to rob the path faster?"

The answer is undoubtedly the latter.

So, the natural thought shifted into:

"How to make Hua Changdeng let go of the obsession with Way of the Sword and Reincarnation Path, and focus on comprehending the Spirit Dao Disc at the fastest speed to comprehend the Spirit Dao River?"

Amidst the waves of thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou unconsciously grasped the Origin True Stele: the Hua character, with the path-robbing tentacle from the War Ancestor Dharma Form already beginning to twist gently.

"Is this how I was born?" In the Venerable Extreme Slash Space, the War Ancestor asked with thoughtful curiosity.

"Yes."

Xu Xiaoshou did not deny his upcoming actions.

The War Ancestor’s eyes were bright, staring at the Origin True Stele: the Hua character, wanting to speak but hesitating, eventually, he hesitated to ask:

"Next, will you also call Him ’Master’?"

Huh?

Xu Xiaoshou’s thoughts broke off instantly. He looked up in shock to see Wu Bao’s serious expression, as if this matter was very important.

"Of course..."

The War Ancestor’s eyes dimmed.

"Impossible!"

Xu Xiaoshou nearly couldn’t hold back his laughter: "I apprenticed to Wu Bao because I respect Wu Bao. The next one, who used to be my enemy, honestly still bears grudges against me to this day. I’m hesitating whether I’ll suffer a backlash..."

A fire seemed to ignite within the War Ancestor’s eyes, with his vitality and vigor suddenly rising to the extreme, his voice resonating like thunder:

"The Martial Dao, resolute and dauntless!"

"Don’t forget, I’m still here!"

Xu Xiaoshou then awoke as if from a dream, eyes moved with emotion. He nodded heavily at Wu Bao, then completely cut off his hesitation.

Then let’s do it, Wu Bao!

This is exactly what I was waiting for from you, baby!

Without hesitation, he exchanged another path-robbing tentacle valued at a billion, depleting the stock to a brand new low.

"Passive Points: 313,000,000."

He held another piece of the colorless, viscous transparent liquid, mixed with some milky white coagulation, moving gently with spiritual quality.

Looking again, it still seemed a bit disgusting.

But this time, having known beforehand, the taste was actually not bad.

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, braced himself, and drank it all down in one go.

"Gulp~"

The War Ancestor watched through furrowed brows.

Soon, after seeing Xu Xiaoshou’s adam’s apple roll down, a surge of power burst forth from him.

The power quickly drilled toward his backside, soon condensing a second silver-white, semi-transparent, slippery big tentacle.

It was different from the one bound to him.

The new tentacle, newly arrived, was curious about everything, lightly twisting and exploring as if searching and probing.

"Disgusting."

The War Ancestor, ever candid, remarked.

Xu Xiaoshou earnestly nodded: "I think so too."

Upon speaking, without further ado, he tossed the Hua character into the second Venerable Extreme Slash Kan Position, watching the Hua character’s power get rapidly analyzed, the whole stone-engraved pattern glowing brightly.

"Buzz!"

Sword Will expanded, resonating within the Venerable Extreme Slash Space.

A coolness directly piercing the soul surged, like a cold sword pressed to the throat, causing even the War Ancestor to slightly change his expression, his gaze becoming extremely cautious.

A strong intent to kill!

Not a friendly visitor!

Xu Xiaoshou was even more vigilant than ever.

Hua Changdeng was by no means easy to deal with, and certainly not as easily fooled as the War Ancestor.

He dared not let Hua Changdeng’s Dharma Form fully condense. Already clutching the second path-robbing tentacle, he thrust it forward, towards the new Dharma Form.

"Inject~"

A slippery noise sounded softly.

The War Ancestor furrowed his brows again, feeling a fresh bout of nausea.

Not long after, the scenery within the side Venerable Extreme Slash Kan Position shifted, rapidly condensing into morph forms.

The home of the War Ancestor’s Dharma Form, a primordial martial arts arena similar to the Ancient War God Platform, matched perfectly with the domineering temperament of War Dao and Martial Dao.

Hua Changdeng’s Venerable Extreme Slash Kan Position, as solidified, exuded an autumnal chill, a sense of desolation and bleak slaughter.

"The Land of Screen and Candles, huh..."

Xu Xiaoshou looked up, finding the scene somewhat familiar.

Under the dim and yellow candlelight, the image of the fallen swordsman remained half-leaning against a broken willow post, one hand resting on a slightly bent knee, head bowed in silence, contemplating himself.

Not far in front of Him was a small, old table, with a Ghost Hunter on it, a copper lamp, and nothing more.

The candle flame, as dim as a bean, flickered in the autumn wind, threatening to extinguish.

Yet waveringly reignited, refusing to die, possessing a fragile toughness, or perhaps a faint sense of death.

"No consciousness?"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but frown.

Too weak, how could Hua Changdeng be this weak?

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