บท 10: Chapter 10 : The unexpected thief
Although the World Card cannot directly serve as Jiang Yi's second martial spirit, its capabilities are truly incredible.
Absorb and impart.
It absorbs the martial souls and soul rings of the deceased, then transfers them to the Tarot cards in the world, thereby increasing the strength of the Tarot card owner's martial soul or extending the life of the soul ring in a disguised form.
This is no longer an ability that humans should possess; it's more like the authority of gods.
"A true god? I'm looking forward to it!"
After grasping the function of the World Card, Jiang Yi couldn't help but think of the Fortune Teller Tarot Card.
The ability granted by a World Card is potent enough to drive the entire Douluo Continent into madness.
This secret must never be exposed.
Recalling the darkness of the Douluo Continent, Jiang Yi felt it was better to keep this matter hidden. Even if he were to share it, he could only confide in those who could be unquestionably trusted.
For example, Xiao Wu in the future.
After exiting this world-brand space, Jiang Yi fell asleep.
In the brightly lit city lord's mansion, a series of heart-rending sounds emanated from the core room.
The city lord was already asleep in the room, while the city lord's wife was tied up with a white rope.
Surprisingly, instead of showing fear, she appeared somewhat excited.
After a while, the room fell silent.
"Don't leave; let's fight until dawn, okay?"
came the charming voice of the city lord's wife, tinged with a hint of longing that was hard to conceal.
"I still have something to deal with."
The third person in the city lord's mansion declined the city lord's wife's proposal and departed through the window with familiar ease.
After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, the figure headed straight for the so-called slum area of Notting City.
Under the moonlight's illumination, the man revealed a face smeared with lipstick and eyes filled with murderous intent.
This person was unmistakably Liu Feng.
Upon reaching the slums, Liu Feng located the room where Jiang Yi resided.
"It's truly revolting!"
Liu Feng stood outside the door and summoned his martial spirit.
The white silk thread appeared soft under the moonlight.
As though alive, the thread effortlessly pierced the door and unlocked it.
Liu Feng tiptoed into the room and began rifling through Jiang Yi's belongings.
Jiang Yi had awoken at this point, clearly hearing someone enter the room.
However, Jiang Yi remained still. Perhaps this person had merely come to request money.
Though Jiang Yi was not powerless now, he remained highly vigilant in the face of unknown adversaries.
Jiang Yi could roughly determine the intruder's location based on the rustling sounds.
Jiang Yi waited patiently, while Liu Feng grew increasingly impatient.
Seemingly unable to find what he sought, Liu Feng's movements became more agitated.
The resulting noise grew louder and louder.
Under normal circumstances, the room's owner would have awakened long ago, yet Jiang Yi remained in the bedroom's shadows, unmoving.
The breeze outside fluttered the tattered curtains, allowing moonlight to fill the room.
By this moonlight, Jiang Yi glimpsed the thief's true identity.
The disheveled thief, marked with lipstick, was none other than the city lord's palace guard, the middle-aged man responsible for the tragedy on this street.
As Jiang Yi saw Liu Feng's face, the latter, illuminated by the moonlight, glanced around the bedroom once more.
In a split second, Jiang Yi vanished.
Liu Feng, noticing Jiang Yi's absence, summoned a white thread and cautiously advanced toward the bedroom.
Jiang Yi's bedroom lacked a door, allowing Liu Feng to realize Jiang Yi was missing.
Glancing at Liu Feng from a blind spot in the room, Jiang Yi grew wary.
The intruder was entering the bedroom.
What should he do?
This is Jiang Yi's current dilemma. Escape was futile.
Setting aside the benefits of the middle-aged man's two soul rings, his physical prowess alone surpassed Jiang Yi's.
With escape ruled out, Jiang Yi pondered how to neutralize the middle-aged man.
Though audacious, it wasn't impossible given the circumstances.
Jiang Yi had observed the intruder's condition earlier, noting his unsteady gait and sweaty brow.
This presented an opportunity. Though fleeting, it might be seized.
Escape was a dead end, so fighting was the better option.
Jiang Yi squatted cautiously, waiting for the opportune moment.
The intruder's footsteps drew nearer, bringing Liu Feng closer to the bedroom.
"I only intended to ask for money, but since you've discovered me, I must eliminate you!"
Liu Feng's face twisted with rage as a yellow hundred-year-old soul ring appeared, and the white silk thread transformed into a large web.
Sensing the surge in soul power, Jiang Yi's expression changed. Soul skills determined the combat power gap between them.
The massive white net advanced into the bedroom. Jiang Yi narrowly avoided the soul power attack by lying flat.
After unleashing his soul skill, Liu Feng no longer muffled his footsteps but strode into the bedroom.
Hearing the altered footsteps, Jiang Yi concentrated all his soul power into a tarot card, poised for action.
As Liu Feng entered, the smug smile vanished from his lips, and Jiang Yi's tarot cards flew out.
Blessed by Jiang Yi's soul power, the crimson tarot cards were sharper than blades.
Liu Feng, sensing the fluctuation in soul power, used silk thread to shield his throat and heart, anticipating a lethal strike to those vulnerable areas.
However, everything changed in the next moment.
From the outset, Jiang Yi knew he couldn't kill the intruder outright. Instead, he aimed to incapacitate him.
With a resounding pop, the middle-aged man collapsed, his martial spirit vanishing, his features contorted, and his eyes bloodshot.
He was utterly defenseless, while Jiang Yi swiftly summoned the fortune teller and world cards, targeting the intruder's throat.
The two tarot cards effortlessly slit Liu Feng's throat, depriving him of breath.
Despite his fierce glare, Liu Feng had no opportunity to retaliate. Jiang Yi wielded the fortune teller and the World Tarot card.
As Liu Feng breathed his last, Jiang Yi draped the World Card over him.
White silk threads and two century-old soul rings entered the World Card, causing Liu Feng's body to wither as his soul power depleted.
"You shouldn't lack money in the City Lord's Mansion, right?"
With Liu Feng's demise confirmed Jiang Yi sat on the bed, gasping for air. Yet a question lingered in his mind.
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