Chapter 268 – Unforgiven (IX)

Chapter 268

Unforgiven (IX)

Long Tao stared silently at his happily snoring Master, turning his gaze over to the young boy next to him who was also happily snoring.

… it was impossible.

While changing one’s talents and even physique wasn’t particularly difficult, it should have been outright impossible in this particular realm, as the Laws of Heaven were impossible to dispute here.

And yet, the man had done it.

He’d reforged an ordinary mortal body into a Martial Body, a physique that wasn’t rare, per se, but was incredibly versatile. On top of that, he’d also reforged the boy’s ordinary roots into Heavenly ones. While not as exceptional as natural Heavenly Roots, they still were Heavenly Roots, too.

Someone who would have died without ever even knowing what Qi felt like now had the ability to become a Demigod, at the very least.

His gaze once more turned toward the man who seemed to always be capable of doing the impossible. Great-grandfather? Grandfather?

None of those were true, of course.

Long Tao had investigated ‘Lu Qi’ as soon as he noticed a few oddities with the man. Lu Qi’s father was the Spirit Sword Sect Master, and that man had no ability to produce anything of this level. If he could, he wouldn’t have died the way he did.

Beyond that, he had no connections, no friends, no loved ones–he was a ‘stain’ upon the Sect’s image, with no positive qualities.

It was certain that somebody possessed the original body, not unlike how Long Tao himself possessed this one, though who… he could never come up with a plausible answer.

The initial instinct was that it was somebody like him–an old, ancient monster who’d already walked the path of Immortality—but that wasn’t the case. His Master was far too ignorant of the world to have been an Immortal in any meaningful capacity.

The second instinct was that he was a child of an Immortal who, in his previous life, had one or another Null Physique and couldn’t cultivate. Despite that, he wasn’t discarded and was instead taken care of, which was where he picked up on so many things, but that wasn’t… adequate enough of an explanation.

His Master could create things, conjure them up out of thin air–he’d seen things like this on occasion before, but never to this degree.

And now, it went beyond simply creating arts and methods.

No, Long Tao shook his head.

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His Master didn’t create either of the imbuements–they were natural; he could discern that much. Wherever he got them from, they were made by nature.

Just the fact that he had them, however, suggested that the web of complexity surrounding this meek little Master of his was… massive. Perhaps as grand as the Divine Conspiracy itself.