Divine Concealment

[Lower Sign, Lower Sign, Lower Sign]

[Congratulations, player. You have obtained Black Dog Blood (150ml).]

He Zhao bent down and picked up the jade bottle engraved with Great Xuan script from the floor without expression. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but the bottle used to hold blood seemed far more valuable than what was inside.

"I'm not angry. I expected this."

Again!

Four draws could not possibly give him a pile of miscellaneous junk, right?

How black did his luck have to be?

"Clatter."

The bamboo slip fell. He picked it up and looked.

[Lower Sign, Lower Sign]

[Congratulations, player. You have obtained a packet of Golden Powder (500g).]

"My dad absolutely cannot find out about this, or he'll start wondering whether I'm really his biological son."

There was no reason for this.

His biological father was clearly a Lucky Person, so how could his son's luck be blacker than an Unlucky Person's?

"It was just a sacrificial draw. The third time will definitely succeed."

As soon as he spoke, a bamboo slip fell from the Void into reality.

"Clatter!"

[Lower Sign]

[Congratulations, player. You have obtained a Jade Register (Imitation).]

He Zhao's face was as dark as the soot on the bottom of a pot. Holding the jade pendant engraved with strange symbols, he felt rather depressed. Getting trash from a Lower Sign, Lower Sign, Lower Sign was not surprising at all. Although the Lower Sign, Lower Sign had only given him a packet of useless Golden Powder, it was at least worth over two hundred thousand Alliance Coins—enough to count as compensation for his labor.

But Simulator, did you have some kind of fucking illness? What kind of thing was this spirit talisman you gave me?

Especially that parenthetical note, with the huge word [Imitation] written inside.

So it was a shoddy counterfeit product!

"Forget it. I got it for free, anyway."

"Last time. Biological Dad, you have to prove that I'm your son!"

The drawing screen froze on the Fierce Ghost entrenched in the center of the Spirit Realm town. He Zhao brought his palms together in a hard clap.

"Done!"

"I'm definitely his biological son."

"Clatter!"

The bamboo slip fell and turned over, revealing the words [Middle-Upper].

[Congratulations, player. You have obtained the Divine Concealment Ring.]

He Zhao's excited expression froze, abruptly turning to astonishment.

"What?"

Simulator, what did you say?

Where was my Bone Dagger? My Sacrificial Vessel? My Fatal Strike?

What did you mean by giving me a thumb ring?

Gan Liniang's—

Holding the dark, unfathomable thumb ring, He Zhao's face was full of emotion.

He had ultimately overestimated the Simulator's integrity.

No, the thing had never possessed such a thing as integrity in the first place.

"When I snatched the Bone Dagger before, I didn't feel a thumb ring on that Fierce Ghost's hand either."

Fierce Ghost: "He Zhao, you fucking bully ghosts too far!"

"Not bad. It suits my thumb quite well." It had been free, after all, so He Zhao put it on his left thumb. "This should be a Sacrificial Vessel too. I just don't know what it does."

Fine then, another task had been added. Once he entered the Simulator, he would explore the Divine Concealment Ring's effects.

Ruthless He Zhao sorted through his thoughts and set down five small goals.

[①: Learn more secrets concerning Sacrificial Vessels. Ideally, obtain a method to dispel the Blood Veins.]

[②: Obtain information on how Secret Blood Warriors could rapidly transform Mutated Blood, and gather more details.]

[③: Keep a low profile and survive longer in the Simulation Scenario. On one hand, for the rating; on the other, to cultivate the Burning Rage Method to Great Perfection.]

[④: If there is an opportunity, investigate the black broken blade of the Hetu Dao Master.]

[⑤: Figure out the Divine Concealment Ring's effects.]

He engraved the information deeply into his mind and prepared to enter the Simulation Scenario of [Qinghe Town: Demon Subjugation Chapter].

But when he tilted his head and caught sight of the figure in the full-length mirror, every hair on his body suddenly stood on end.

Who is he?

Why had an outsider suddenly appeared in his bedroom?

Could he be the Melon Skin Hat's master?

It was over. The other party had come looking for him.

"Something's wrong!"

Looking at the figure in the full-length mirror, He Zhao suddenly discovered that its movements were actually synchronized with his own.

After dozens of complicated tests, Ruthless He Zhao was utterly bewildered.

The Person in the Mirror was actually himself?

He was clearly wearing identical armor, and every complicated movement matched the He Zhao outside the mirror perfectly.

Yet in He Zhao's perception, the other person was not him at all. His memories and judgment seemed to have been twisted by some strange force.

"Why can't I recognize myself? Could it be that I got senile dementia while still so young?" Ruthless He Zhao stroked his chin with his left hand, wearing an expression as though he had been played until broken. Then he saw the Divine Concealment Ring on his thumb.

"Divine Concealment."

A flash of inspiration struck his mind.

Divine Concealment: divine, illusory, secluded, and wondrous; difficult to spy upon.

Yiwen Leiju, Volume Eight: "It breathed out stars and brought forth the sun. Between sky and water, its depths could not be fathomed, its breadth had no boundary. Zhang Hai could not reach its end, Lu Ao could not arrive there. It held precious treasures in its breast; gods concealed themselves, strange things hid away."

"My original self has been hidden. The me wearing the ring is an entirely new stranger. Even I myself have had my cognition twisted by an invisible, bizarre force."

Good heavens, this ring-shaped Sacrificial Vessel could even deceive its own wearer.

He Zhao felt that the Simulator's integrity was still guaranteed. The reward from the final draw was actually quite good.

Daily face-changing (√).

"I was just worrying about where to find a master! With the Divine Concealment Ring, Wancheng is the place I know best! The plan needs a slight adjustment."

As soon as he spoke, he entered the Simulator.

[Life After Life, Endless Joy!]

[Loading world. Loading complete: 100%.]

[Loading previous life. Loading complete: 100%.]

[Congratulations, you have become—an Unusual Scholar!!]

[Loading special talents. Load successful.]

[Spiritual Vision: You can see things ordinary people cannot.]

[Player talent detected—Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths.]

[Player talent detected—Child of the Night.]

[Player talent detected—Diligence Compensates for Lack of Talent. Purchasing it from the store requires an additional equivalent Admission Ticket (1000 Simulation Coins) before it may be brought in.]

[Player title detected—Hundred Battles Elite. Titles require no additional Admission Ticket.]

[My Wallet: 267 Simulation Coins.]

[Have a pleasant game!]

In the Spirit Realm, Ruthless He Zhao snatched the Bone Dagger from the Fierce Ghost's hand without any surprise. While he was at it, he yanked the thumb ring from the ghost's thumb in one swift motion.

Truly, once you caught hold of a sheep, you sheared it to death so long as it could not be sheared dead.

Not only that, he even performed a supreme art on the Fierce Ghost from head to toe—a full-body "massage" technique—carefully feeling it over more than ten times.

The Fierce Ghost entrenched in the town center would never have imagined that it would be sexually harassed by a human in this life.

"Ptooey!"

"Broke Ghost."

It only had two Sacrificial Vessels on its entire body, while the Hetu Dao Master had three.

There was nothing wrong with calling it a Broke Ghost.

After returning to the Inn, He Zhao did not hurriedly put on the Divine Concealment Ring. Instead, he casually found an excuse to trick Cheap Master and A'da away.

Only after taking several dozen taels of loose silver from his bundle, along with the Bearer Banknote from the Money Bank, did he leisurely put on the Sacrificial Vessel. While twisting his own cognition, he also twisted the cognition of everyone around him, then openly hired a carriage and left Qinghe Town.

Not long afterward, a miserable howl rang out from the Inn.

"Which bastard stole this old man's nest egg?!"

Elsewhere, He Zhao, traveling toward Wancheng, revealed a faint smile.

A poor family needed wealth on the road. Thanks for Old Huang's sponsorship.

Unfortunately, the old man had been rather cautious and kept his Sacrificial Vessel on him at all times.

"Sigh! I'm too kind."

Bullshit.

If he had been confident and had not wanted to rashly stir the Sacrificial Vessel's power, he would have killed the two of them long ago and looted their corpses.

Why not become an Original Blood Warrior?

Come on—throughout all history, how many people who joined a master's school with preexisting skills ever became a sect's trusted inner circle?

He had to become a disciple with a clean slate in order to learn more information about Secret Blood Warriors.

Besides, that pig spare tire was entrenched in the Spirit Realm town. It could not run away anytime soon.

Before nightfall, He Zhao successfully entered the city.

He casually found an Inn to stay in, intending to visit and seek a master the next day!

The next morning, daylight broke.

After enjoying a fine breakfast, He Zhao left the Inn and smoothly arrived at his destination.

Looking at the martial arts hall, which was fully half the size of Hetu Dao, he sighed inwardly that it truly deserved to be Wancheng's second-largest power. On the plaque above its entrance were two majestic characters, as steady as Mount Tai—[Hengshan].