Hijacking the Myriad Souls Banner—What Kind of Unorthodox Artifact Spirit Is This?!

"Bang!!"

Old Liu's Biological Father's grave exploded, clumps of black mist forming auspicious-cloud shapes as they rose from the burial pit.

Old Liu was dumbstruck. He dropped onto the ground, muttering under his breath.

"An-anc-ancestral grave smoke?!"

However, what flew out of the grave was not his father, but a white banner propped up on a bamboo pole.

Old Liu's face was full of question marks.

Even more bizarrely, the white banner spoke!

"Oh~ sorrowful Liu Gousheng, son of Liu Laojiu, do you desire power?"

Old Liu's brain was practically crashing.

It was only when the white banner asked him again that he came back to his senses.

Joy gradually welled up in his eyes.

That was it—this was the Legendary opportunity!

Who would have thought that I, Old Liu, would still encounter such fortune at my age??

Heaven wanted me to rise!

"Yes! I want power! I want to shatter the injustice and darkness of this world! I want everyone who bullied me to fear me!!"

"Oh~ my friend, you are a true warrior! Then come! Seize this power born from the abyss and nightmares. Though it may make you pay a small price, what does that matter?"

In his twilight years, Old Liu had suddenly received the script of a hot-blooded youth. His heart, long dead and still, began to beat again.

But just as his rough old hand reached toward the white banner, another strong, youthful hand seized Old Liu's hand—and snuffed out his hot-blooded script.

"Friend, this fortune is too great. You can't handle it."

Old Liu turned to look at you.

"Who the hell are you? Stop meddling in other people's business. Get lost!!"

The simplicity had vanished from Old Liu's eyes, replaced by a layer of madness.

The Myriad Souls Banner's power of seduction was simply too strong.

You knocked Old Liu unconscious with one punch, then kicked him aside.

Old Liu was only at the Ninth Stage of Body Refining. He was no match for you, who were at the Eighth Layer of Spirit Gathering.

Seeing that Old Liu was no longer useful, the Myriad Souls Banner spoke to you instead.

"Oh~ strong warrior! Do you desire power?"

You felt a wave of discomfort. The Myriad Souls Banner seemed to be trying to seduce you.

But your "The Toughest Father of Foreign Races" included immunity to the seduction of Alien Races.

The Myriad Souls Banner was not human, so it counted as an Alien Race too.

Nothing wrong with that.

The Myriad Souls Banner sensed that something was off. Unlike Old Liu, your eyes did not reveal an uncontrollable yearning.

Then it would increase the intensity.

"Oh~ friend, do you desire to shatter the darkness and injustice of this world? Do you want those who bullied you..."

You yanked the Myriad Souls Banner right out of the grave.

"So you're the fucking Myriad Souls Banner, huh?"

Without caring about any of that nonsense, you launched a barrage of heavy punches at the Myriad Souls Banner.

Trying to seduce me?

Trying to control me?

Trying to use me?

Dream on!

First, I'll beat you into submission, then you'll obediently serve me!

"Hey? Strong warrior? Hero? Handsome guy! Why are you being so serious? Can't we be friends??"

As you kept hitting it, there was a crack, and the Myriad Souls Banner broke!

"Fuck! What kind of shoddy counterfeit product is this??"

Though the banner had broken, the black mist did not disperse. A ball emitting a dark glow flew out from within it.

"Bastard! That was a clean white banner I finally managed to pick up! Ahh, where am I supposed to find such a fitting vessel now?!"

"Tell me... what exactly is going on with you? Aren't you the Myriad Souls Banner? Why can you talk? Why don't you have a physical body?"

"Nonsense! I'm the Artifact Spirit of an Immortal Artifact! I can still exist without a main body! I'll just grow weaker and weaker, so I need to quickly find a sucker... no, a fated person, so we can help each other!"

You looked at it suspiciously.

"Please do not use that skeptical gaze of yours to insult my noble artifact character!"

After some friendly exchange, you gained a basic understanding of the Myriad Souls Banner's situation.

This fellow truly was only an Artifact Spirit. Its main body had been lost at some unknown time.

Its memories in that regard were blurry. As it grew weaker and weaker, it could no longer retain much of its memories.

Still, it was not surprising at all that this thing had been destroyed. It was an outright evil object; whenever righteous people found it, they would want to destroy it.

But that did not mean the Myriad Souls Banner was useless.

It could attach itself to any object and continue to function, though without its main body, its power would be greatly reduced.

The closer the object it attached to was to its main body's form and quality, the more power it could wield.

The Spiritual Artifacts used by Martial Artists came in different grades, much like Cultivation Methods.

There were low, middle, high, Earth Grade, and Heaven Grade. The Myriad Souls Banner, meanwhile, was an Immortal Artifact above even Heaven Grade!

It was continuously growing weaker now. It needed to acknowledge a master as soon as possible and be nourished by its master's body.

"Little brother, you really came at the right time today! Although you destroyed the body I painstakingly selected, you and I are fated! As long as you let me acknowledge you as my master, I will surely help you marry a noble lady, become a lord or minister, and ascend to the peak of Martial Dao!"

"Acknowledging me as your master is fine, but let's make this clear first: you can't devour me in return, like shortening my lifespan or weakening me."

"Nonsense! Where did such rumors come from? How could I, the Myriad Souls Banner, treat my own master like that? If word got out, what would the other Immortal Artifacts think of me? Would I still have any face left? Hm? Answer me!"

You told it about what had happened in Old Liu's previous simulation. Naturally, you did not directly use Old Liu's story, but presented it as something you had heard.

"So that's what you're worried about. Though I don't know which of my former masters you are talking about, one thing is certain. He must have been desperate to grow stronger, so he had me refine part of his origin soul, giving him a tremendous amount of cultivation in a short time. This method may increase one's strength quickly, but it severely shortens one's lifespan and drains one's Origin Qi. One cannot live long that way."

"Besides what you mentioned—refining one's origin soul—is there any other way for you to help me increase my cultivation?"

"Easy! Kill people! Kill as many as you can! When those fresh lives have only just died and their souls have yet to disperse, hand those delicious souls over to me! Hiss ha, hiss ha! Then I'll slowly refine those souls and obtain their soul power. We'll split it seventy-thirty: you raise your cultivation, I restore my Spirit Body, and we'll grow stronger together!"

"Isn't taking seventy percent a bit too much for me?"

"Hehe, you get thirty. I get seventy."

"Fifty-fifty."

"Thirty-seventy!"

"Fifty-fifty."

"Thirty-seventy!!"

"Thirty-seventy."

"Fifty-fifty!!!"

"Deal."

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"By the way, can I kill Demon Race creatures instead?"

"Why make things difficult by killing Demons? Those ordinary people are like paper mache. You're a dignified Martial Artist—wouldn't killing them be as easy as taking something out of your pocket?"

"Then that means it works. Fine, from today onward, follow me as I vanquish demons and eliminate evil, gathering the malicious ghosts and wicked spirits beneath heaven!"