Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 1858: Chapter 1858: Entering the Heavenly Mechanism Hall

Deep within the Extreme East.

Almost the moment Xiao Yi had just left, a white-clothed figure arrived on his heels.

”So this is the Extreme East? It really is this desolate.”

Before long, Senior Swordswoman arrived before that stretch of Poisonous Land.

Of course, that Poisonous Land had already been scoured by the Martial Arts Rain, leaving only a thin, viscous film.

The poison could be washed away, but the traces of violent battle spread across ten thousand miles around it had never disappeared.

Looking at those huge craters, those shocking sword marks everywhere, Senior Swordswoman was stunned on the spot.

A skilled Martial Artist could, just from these traces, roughly picture how fierce that battle had been.

That fair, jade-like slender hand was already tightly clenched.

Those clear, beautiful eyes had already turned icy cold.

”Four old bastards bullying one little brat, they really have the face for it.” Senior Swordswoman muttered coldly to herself, then fell into silence.

She just stood there like that, silent, staring.

Only when night fell and the cold wind blew loose a few strands of her hair did she finally withdraw her gaze.

No matter how she looked, she could not see even half a shadow of Xiao Yi.

”Kid, don’t make me wait too long. You know my patience and temper have never been that good.”

Senior Swordswoman seemed to be talking to the air, and received no response at all.

Her words were scattered by the cold wind as soon as they fell.

Her figure slowly turned around.

”If you really are dead, then even if I exhaust my life, I will drag the Holy Moon Sect down to the Netherworld and have them buried with you.”

”If my Sky-splitting Sword Sect loses its hope, then that Holy Moon Sect of hers can forget about living well.”

This time, her words were not scattered by the wind, but instead echoed on and on.

That white figure gradually vanished into the desolate cold wind.

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Inside a certain Black Demon Branch Hall near the Hengyuan Territory.

”Xiao Xun.”

A hoarse voice spat the name out coldly.

The staff member in front of him was a woman.

Her gentle features involuntarily trembled when she heard that ear-piercing, icy hoarse voice.

That shudder seemed to rise from the deepest layer of fear and dread in her heart.

When she glanced again at the figure in the wide black robe before her, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of terror.

She couldn’t see what was under the robe, but the bursts of chilling aura leaking out from time to time were enough to make her tremble.

The black-robed figure was, of course, Xiao Yi.

Strictly speaking, this was the fourth time he was dealing with these Eight Palaces office workers.

The first time had been back in the Eastern Domain, when he first entered the Demon Hunting Hall.

The second time was when he first came to the Central Region and joined the Wind Shattering Hall.

The third time was when he joined the Demon Hunting Hall here in the Central Region under the identity of Yi Xiao.

The fourth time was now.

These staffers tucked away in a corner of the hall mostly had low Cultivation.

Their only job was to handle some trivial matters.

For example, processing procedures for newly joined Martial Artists, explaining the hall rules to rookies, or sorting ordinary but overwhelming piles of Task Scrolls and so on.

Naturally, although Xiao Yi’s strength had greatly fallen now, she was still far from someone who could bear it.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly and tried to soften his voice. ”I know the rules. Just go handle the entry procedures for me.”

”Uh, yes.” The staffer snapped back to herself, and her tone unconsciously took on a hint of respect.

That was respect for the strong.

The staffer turned and jogged away.

After a moment, she returned with a Token and said respectfully, ”Sir, just imprint your aura into this Token.”

Xiao Yi nodded.

He focused his hand, and a wisp of inky-black aura shot into the Token.

The aura was naturally poisonous; even though it only flashed through the air, it still corroded the air into a brief, rotten distortion.

”Gulp.” The staffer swallowed unconsciously and jogged off again.

Now that the aura was imprinted, she still had to register it.

After a moment, the staffer jogged back and respectfully returned the Token with both hands. ”Sir, from now on you’re a Black Demon Hall Martial Artist, and also a Level 1 Black Mage.”

”Thanks.” Xiao Yi nodded and turned to leave.

A Level 1 Black Mage was just like a Level 1 Demon Hunter or a Level 1 Wind Master—one of the lowest ranks within the Eight Palaces.

Since Xiao Yi was just joining the Black Demon Hall, he was naturally only a Level 1 Black Mage.

He walked toward the task counter, intending to take some missions.

But as soon as he came near, that creepy poisonous aura on him already made the Black Mages waiting at the task counter frown one after another, some even unconsciously stepping aside to open a path.

Xiao Yi frowned as well.

Under the wide black robe, no one could see his expression.

Xiao Yi approached the task counter, directly took on a large stack of missions, and then left the Black Demon Hall.

Behind him, the Martial Artists all frowned, but they seemed somewhat used to it; after frowning for a while, they stopped paying attention.

After leaving the Black Demon Hall, Xiao Yi found a secluded alley and pondered for a bit.

He had changed into this wide black robe right after leaving the Extreme East.

He certainly knew how terrifying he looked now.

Other Poison Cultivators at worst just looked a bit scary.

But his current appearance, covered in poisonous sores and blood-filled blisters, was simply like a Monster—absolutely horrifying.

Naturally, he had switched into this wide black robe to cover his entire body.

On his hands, he also wore a pair of Holy Artifact gloves.

The gloves were only of Low Grade Holy Device level.

They didn’t do much to boost his strength; they were merely used to cover his equally terrifying palms.

He still had quite a few ordinary Low Grade Holy Devices in his Universe Ring.

These gloves, being Holy Artifacts, felt cool to the touch and were much more comfortable to wear.

As he looked now, his whole body was pitch-black.

The gloves were pure white, but hidden beneath the wide black robe.

At a glance, he didn’t look too strange, nor did he stand out.

At most, he was just a weirdo in a black robe whose face couldn’t be seen.

There were plenty of Martial Artists dressed like this in the Central Region and beyond.

But he’d forgotten about that terrifying poisonous aura on him.

If he didn’t restrain it, it would be a problem in the end.

He didn’t want everyone he passed to stare at him like some freak; drawing that kind of attention was never a good thing.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Yi still took out the Ghost Mask.

The instant he put on the Ghost Mask, the poisonous aura around him vanished at once, hidden without a trace.

Xiao Yi walked on his own, silent and soundless, like a black-robed phantom.

Although he wasn’t acting under the identity of Yi Xiao right now, there was nothing wrong with wearing the Ghost Mask.

Martial Artists who walked around wearing masks were just as common.

And masks of this style were all over the place.

What left Xiao Yi the most helpless was that the Poison Emperor had created this Ten Thousand Poison Treasure Book, whose contents ran through an entire path of Martial Arts cultivation and various methods of using poison.

Yet that guy just never thought up a way to restrain his own poisonous aura.

It seemed that in the Eastern Domain, the Poison Emperor was able to run rampant and never even considered the need to hide his aura.

Under the wide black robe, Xiao Yi shook his head.

Since he was cultivating this Ten Thousand Poison Treasure Book, he would slowly perfect it. He would verify the theories within, and for the flaws, he would slowly explore and improve them himself.

With that, Xiao Yi walked straight toward the Heavenly Mechanism Hall Sub-hall.

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First Chapter.