Chapter 1147: The Power of the Evil Spirit
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Unlike the others who knelt on one knee the first time they saw Jian Ai, Zhi Tong only placed his hand on his chest and bowed respectfully.
However, his voice sounded ancient, and hoarse like an old man.
Coupled with his pale face, Zhi Tong gave off the feeling that he was a dying person with a severe illness.
His appearance was nothing special, but because of the dead-like aura around him, no one could ignore him.
Yu Wuyuan stood in front of the door. When he heard this, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker. Then, he said in confusion, “Your voice…”!!
The voice on the phone in the morning was that of a child. His voice was clear and pleasant, filled with childishness, but now…
Zhi Tong looked at Yu Wuyuan and drawled, “My voice changes with the passage of time every day. It’s related to my mental cultivation techniques. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
When Yu Wuyuan heard this, he quickly said, “No, I’m just a little surprised. Come in!”
Zhi Tong walked into the room. From his actions, he looked normal and unlike an old man.
Yun Buyao took the initiative to greet him. “Hello, Zhi Tong. I’m Yun Buyao!”
“Jade-eyed fox. I’ve heard a lot about you!” The person nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.
Jian Ai’s gaze followed Zhi Tong. It would be a lie to say that she was not shocked because Zhi Tong looked like something had tortured him. If he suddenly appeared with this image in front of people, it would easily scare others. No wonder he wanted to cover himself with a cloak.
Yun Buyao immediately turned around and said to Zhi Tong, “This is the Sect Master!”
The child quickly lowered his face, as if afraid that his appearance would scare Jian Ai. He said respectfully, “Greetings, Sect Master!”
Seeing this, Jian Ai hid the emotions in her eyes and smiled at Zhi Tong. “We’ve been waiting for you. Sit down and talk!”
They sat on the sofa, and Yun Buyao made another pot of hot tea. Jian Ai looked at Zhi Tong and asked, “I heard from Bai Zhou that you’ve always lived in San Marino?”
Zhi Tong’s hair was dark brown, but his eyes were black. Because his skin was too pale, Jian Ai could not tell if he was white or yellow-skinned, so she was not sure if he was Asian.
When the child heard this, he said truthfully, “I’m from San Marino. I have European blood!”
Jian Ai nodded in understanding, but she was not too shocked.
Although the ancient sect was a sect in China, it had been passed down until now. Although Chinese bloodline still occupied the majority, many people in the sect had foreign bloodlines. Bai Zhou was a typical example. He was from Qiusi and did not have Chinese bloodline.
San Marino was an unknown small country in Europe. Although it was next to Italy, its economic development was far inferior. It was a place with green hills and blue waters. The folk culture was relatively feudal, and it was a little like Denmark.
Yun Buyao sat down beside Zhi Tong and looked at his face. She asked bluntly, “Zhi Tong, why is your face so pale? Also, you just said that your voice will change with time every day. What does that mean?”
Because it was the first time they had met, most of them did not know each other. Moreover, Zhi Tong had such a special system, so inevitably, people would be curious.
Jian Ai and Yu Wuyuan looked at Zhi Tong curiously, waiting for his answer.
Zhi Tong hid nothing. He paused for a moment before slowly saying, “The mental cultivation technique I’m practicing is the darkest among the twelve guards, which is the power of the evil spirit. The more I cultivate this ability, the more Yin energy will corrode my Yang energy. In the end, I will become half-human and half-spirit. Therefore, seeing that I don’t look like a normal person, it’s also an affirmation of my cultivation results.”
“As for my voice, it’s also because of my ability. It’s as if it has its own life cycle. My voice will become that of a child every morning. At noon, I will become an adult. In the afternoon and evening, I will become an old man. Because of the top-notch mental cultivation technique from the power of the evil spirit called the Vengeful Spirit, which uses sonar as its attack power, my voice became like this after I learned it. It’s like a side effect.”
When they heard Zhi Tong’s explanation, they couldn’t help but look at each other in surprise. There was such an evil mental cultivation technique in the ancient sect. Jian Ai instinctively thought of the villains in television dramas who went berserk because they cultivated extremely evil martial arts.
Fortunately, Zhi Tong spoke clearly and his attitude was very gentle. He looked normal.
Seeing their expressions, the corners of Zhi Tong’s mouth twitched, revealing a strange and pale smile. “Everyone, don’t worry. Although the power of the evil spirit sounds evil, it’s actually one of the five great abilities of the ancient sect. This is also what Bai Zhou told me.”
Jian Ai called Bai Zhou the Ancient Sect Encyclopedia. This was also one of his abilities as a prophet. Only he knew a lot of knowledge about the ancient sect. Even Jian Ai, the Sect Master, did not know.
The five great abilities of the ancient sect that Zhi Tong mentioned were Chi Lian’s holy power, Si Yue’s power of darkness, Zhi Tong’s power of the evil spirit, and the two powers that had yet to appear – the power of space and time, and the power of revival.
Zhi Tong continued, “Moreover, my body is fine. Although I look sickly, I’m actually very healthy. It’s only because of the lack of Yang energy that I look so weak.”
“Lack of Yang energy…” Yun Buyao couldn’t help but look worried. She looked at Zhi Tong and asked, “If a person doesn’t have enough Yang energy, isn’t he about to die?”
Zhi Tong shook his head. “The source of life for the power of the evil spirit is Yin energy. The heavier the Yin energy, the stronger the ability, and the longer one lives. Therefore, when the Yin energy is the heaviest at midnight, my strength can double.”
Yun Buyao’s mouth was slightly agape. This was the first time she had heard of such a thing. Thinking about it, she found it novel and interesting.
Hearing Zhi Tong say that his body did not differ from a normal person, Jian Ai instantly heaved a sigh of relief. From the moment Zhi Tong appeared, Jian Ai had been worried that he would suddenly faint.
“Zhi Tong, how old are you now?” Jian Ai asked.
When Zhi Tong heard this, he said calmly, “Twenty-two years old!”
Jian Ai and the other two were speechless!
Other than Si Yue, he was the youngest.
The sky outside was gradually turning dark. Jian Ai looked at Zhi Tong. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt that as the sky turned dark, Zhi Tong gradually became energetic.
Darkness could bring him richer Yin energy, so Zhi Tong said that he was at his strongest at midnight.
In that case, was he at his weakest every day at noon?