Chapter 491: Thousand Transformations, Visitors from the Prefecture

Chapter 491: Thousand Transformations, Visitors from the Prefecture

Zhou Hu left the Huang Family with a dark cloud still lingering on his face.

"You said the young master of the Huang Family's death might be related to Qi Yuan?" Zhou Hu asked the nearby constable, deep in thought.

The death of the director of the Insane Institute and the murder of Huang Yanyou were two incidents that could easily be linked.

"Perhaps," the constable replied.

Just then, a middle-aged, short, and sturdy constable rushed over, "Sir, Qi Yuan has gone missing from the Insane Institute."

"It seems it really is related to him," Zhou Hu furrowed his brows, then shook his head.

Even if it was related, it had nothing to do with him.

"I wonder, what's the strength of the person the Shen Family sent to Ninghe County..."

Zhou Hu desperately hoped that the person was an Archmage Battle Master.

But upon further thought, he knew it was impossible.

Although the Shen Family was a powerful clan, Archmage Battle Masters were rare, and they wouldn't be sent to handle such a minor matter in Ninghe County.

Archmage Battle Masters were unmatched in power, their precision akin to tigers, their aura like elephants, and their divine presence like dragons.

Each one was a formidable war machine!

Facing hundreds of elite armored soldiers in formation, they could break through them!

Such powerful war machines wouldn't be dispatched here. Qi Yuan didn't even deserve it.

As for High Mage Battle Masters, they were even more terrifying, capable of influencing the outcome of small-scale wars.

...

"I've reached level 30."

In the inn, Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

During these days, he and Chen Kangbao had explored every corner of Ninghe County, searching for the demonic spirit to slay.

He had finally reached level 30.

"There's a strange feeling... It's as if my cultivation base has reached Foundation Establishment, but my combat power is inferior to that of the same realm in the Immortal Realm."

Qi Yuan pondered.

However, upon further thought, Qi Yuan felt his judgment was incorrect.

There was no reference point.

For instance, if his fist possessed the strength of one jin.

What if, in this universe, a one-jin stone was heavier than a star in the Immortal Realm?

Or, for example, he currently appeared to be less than two meters tall, but if he left this universe and traveled to other universes, he might suddenly discover he was larger than a sun.

These were all possibilities.

"If I compare myself to the extraordinary system of this universe, I should be considered a... Huang-grade Armament Commander?"

Qi Yuan speculated.

There were Armament Commanders in Ninghe County, too, although they were weak. Qi Yuan had secretly observed them.

Not mentioning combat experience, just their performance—from level 1 to 29, they should be considered Commoner-grade Armament Commanders.

From level 30 to 59, Qi Yuan guessed they would correspond to Huang-grade Armament Commanders.

Every 30 levels represented a major skill, and every 10 levels represented the early, middle, and late stages.

"I didn't expect to awaken a major skill this time."

In the Moonlit Continent, Qi Yuan would awaken a minor skill every ten levels and a major skill every thirty levels.

Skills like Dominant Force, Heaven-Splitting Sword Technique, and Death Radiance.

In this world, those minor skills hadn't awakened.

However, at level 30, the major skill Dominant Force had returned.

Additionally, Qi Yuan had awakened an extra skill.

Thousand Transformations!

The skill lived up to its name, a technique of metamorphosis.

When activated, Qi Yuan could transform into other people or objects, like a blade of grass with a dog's tail.

This skill, in the context of cultivation, seemed rather useless.

After all, high-level cultivators could easily transform into anything.

But in this world, this skill was... extraordinary.

"According to the memories of the attached son-in-law Qi Yuan, even those legendary High Mage Armament Commanders could only change their appearance or even alter their bones, unlike Thousand Transformations... As long as my level is high enough, I can transform into anything."

If Archmage Armament Commanders were considered elite forces, the upper echelon of a power.

Then High Mage Armament Commanders were the overlord of a region.

The Ning Kingdom was weak, controlling only three prefectures.

Each prefecture had approximately seven prefectures.

Jinan Prefecture, located in Jiang Province, had only three remaining prefectures, with the rest ceded to the Mo Mountain Kingdom.

The royal authority of the Ning Kingdom was declining, and in recent years, even Divine Mage Armament Commanders were absent from the royal family.

This led to the inability of the royal family to suppress the powerful clans.

A clan with a High Mage Armament Commander was considered a formidable force in the Ning Kingdom, daring to challenge the royal family.

Of course, it was merely a challenge, similar to a certain manga where a Great Saintly Body dares to challenge the Great Emperor.

Among the nine major clans in Jinan Prefecture, the Shen Family had a High Mage Armament Commander.

"Thousand Transformations!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan demonstrated his skill, transforming into a kitchen knife.

Suddenly, a large kitchen knife appeared in the room.

If a High Mage Armament Commander witnessed this scene, they would be astonished and find it incomprehensible.

Meanwhile, Chen Kangbao was eating a steamed bun, his face filled with confusion and doubt, "Young Master, why did you turn into a kitchen knife?"

The young master was a heavenly deity descending to the mortal realm, and transforming into a kitchen knife didn't surprise Chen Kangbao.

The kitchen knife suddenly sprouted a mouth and began to speak.

The current Qi Yuan, with his mouth, was like a cheap special effect in a short video.

"It seems that I'm still too weak to transform into something with a significant size difference."

Qi Yuan's current strength was weak, and his Thousand Transformations was limited.

Otherwise, when encountering a formidable enemy, he could directly transform into the enemy's cell nucleus, and that enemy would probably not be able to find him.

However, what made him happy was that he could now transform into a kitchen knife.

If he could transform into a kitchen knife, then...could he transform into...Divine Arrival?

Qi Yuan had a sudden wild idea.

He didn't know what Divine Arrival was, but what if he succeeded?

He decided to give it a try.

Thousand Transformations!

Qi Yuan unleashed this newly mastered skill.

In an instant, a profound and vast aura swept through.

Qi Yuan's thoughts became exceptionally clear at this moment.

Countless whispers and murmurs sounded in his ears, like ten thousand monks chanting sutras beside him.

These voices were too distant for him to hear clearly.

However, a faint voice of a young boy clearly reached his ears at this moment.

"Recently, more and more people have died in Hongyun Village. God...please bless and protect me!"

Qi Yuan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

In Hongyun Village, inside a shabby house, Li Xiaodan, who was kneeling before a divine statue, suddenly felt a shiver.

For some reason, he felt that the eyes in the statue seemed to come alive, examining him.

This feeling was eerie and sent chills down his spine.

"Is it just an illusion, or...?" Li Xiaodan looked at the statue cautiously, feeling a bit scared.

Suddenly, a red light flashed on the statue.

A cold and indifferent voice spoke.

"I am not a god, there's no need to kneel."

"Ah..."

Li Xiaodan's face turned pale with fear as he heard the voice, and he cried out, fleeing from the house.

At the same time, in the distant Middle Kingdom.

Raksha Kingdom.

In the imperial court, a voice roared with both anger and fear.

"Divine Arrival?!?"

"He was shattered into countless fragments and thrown into the Yellow Springs and Fiery Tombs!"

"How can there be a trace of his aura?"

"Is the Judgement Council trying to resurrect him?"

"Ning Kingdom, send someone there quickly!"

"Raksha Kingdom needs no god, only an emperor!"

In a dark corner.

An old man, with a body as thin as dry wood, had tears in his eyes.

"The aura of a god, a god...is alive?"

He knelt on the ground, his devotion sincere, like the most faithful believer.

"Oh god, it's been a hundred years, and the world has forgotten your mighty name!"

"This old man will offer his own blood!"

On this day, in the Raksha Kingdom's imperial court, a powerful individual set out for the Ning Kingdom.

On this day, in the Judgement Council, there was also a Battle Master like an ascetic monk, heading towards the Ning Kingdom.

At this moment, Qi Yuan withdrew from his Thousand Transformations.

His eyes held a puzzled expression.

"A divine statue?"

"Hongyun Village?"

Qi Yuan had a certain judgment about the identity of Divine Arrival.

"Young Master, just now...it was as if a heavenly deity had descended," Chen Kangbao said in awe from the side.

"Have there been any malevolent spirits in Hongyun Village lately?" Qi Yuan thought of the little boy's prayer and couldn't help but ask.

"I'll go and investigate right away."

"No matter what, tomorrow we'll go to Hongyun Village and take a look." Qi Yuan said casually.

Most people were afraid of malevolent spirits, but Qi Yuan was not.

Malevolent spirits not only had formidable strength but also possessed some unique and eerie abilities.

These abilities were rarely seen as rare in this world, but for Qi Yuan, who lived in the cultivation world, they seemed quite ordinary.

Divine soul attacks, illusion spells, soul-reaping spells, and curses.

So, when facing malevolent spirits, Qi Yuan naturally had an innate advantage.

After Chen Kangbao left, Qi Yuan had a sudden idea.

"If I can transform into a kitchen knife with Thousand Transformations...

"Then, can't I transform into the Dao Ancestor and obtain some of his power?"

Qi Yuan had a wild thought.

He didn't know what the Dao Ancestor was, but if he could transform into anything, then why not the Dao Ancestor?

"The right eyebrow didn't change, so there's no risk."

"Transform!"

Qi Yuan activated Thousand Transformations again.

The room was quiet, not even a breeze stirred.

Qi Yuan looked at himself, feeling a bit disappointed.

"It seems it won't work."

"Sigh, it's true that gambling is not a good idea!"

"Time to sleep."

The next day, Qi Yuan was awakened by the sound of knocking.

"Who is it?" Qi Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Bang!

The door opened in response.

A tall figure entered, her face as cold as frost, carrying a sword box on her back.

Her strong and powerful legs seemed capable of crushing a person.

As she entered the room, her expression was rather unpleasant, as if she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Zhirong, is that you?"

"You're here so early, are you here to dress me like a servant?"

"We're all equal, although you're a maid, there's no need to serve me."

The visitor, Zhirong, was well-acquainted with the concubine's husband, Qi Yuan, and he was also quite fearful of her.

This woman was the personal maid of the Shen family's eldest daughter.

Initially, on the day of the Shen family's eldest daughter's wedding, Zhirong had stepped in to complete the ceremony in her place.

Of course, the final step of escorting her to the bridal chamber was out of the question.

Qi Yuan's heart raced, but it was useless.

After all, Zhirong was no ordinary maid.

She was an Armament Commander.

A bone-chilling coldness enveloped her, and Zhirong exuded an icy aura. She stared at Qi Yuan, her gaze as sharp as a cold blade, yet with a hint of confusion.

Because the young man before her, with his languid demeanor, was completely different from the cowardly husband she had once known.

When he saw her, he would often tremble, filled with lust but lacking courage.

How dare he speak to her like this?

"Husband, Miss Shen has heard about your affair in Ninghe County, and she's very disappointed!" Zhirong's gaze was as cold as ice as she looked at Qi Yuan, as if she were made of ice, "Miss Shen hopes that you can tell her the truth about what happened!"

"Are you referring to the widow's incident? I didn't do it," Qi Yuan replied calmly.

"Husband, you're so disappointing!" Zhirong's gaze remained as cold as ever, "Old Zhong said that he personally saw you bullying that widow. He couldn't bear to watch and wanted to stop you, but you kicked him, and the injury on his forehead is still there!"

On her way to Ninghe County, she had met Old Zhong.

From Old Zhong's mouth, she learned about what had happened, and her disdain for the man before her intensified.

"That man with thick eyebrows and big eyes... is framing me?" Qi Yuan stretched lazily, about to ignore the matter when—

Suddenly, he remembered he had to play the role of a concubine's husband.

If he was to play this role, he certainly couldn't remain so calm.

In an instant, he revealed a pitiful expression, "Sister Zhirong, I've been framed!"

Sure enough, the progress bar for playing the role of a concubine's husband advanced slightly at this moment.

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhirong's long legs, wanting to embrace her.

But after thinking about it, he decided against it.

Although this woman had an icy demeanor, she had rushed here from the city without stopping.

Her feet must be sweaty and smelly!

If he smelled it, he might vomit.

After all, the women in this place couldn't compare to the Golden Canary and Ningtuo's jade feet, which were delicate and exquisite like tender white lotuses, slender and graceful.

When Zhirong saw Qi Yuan's behavior, she felt a sense of familiarity, and the disdain in her eyes flashed by, "Why would Old Zhong frame you, husband? If you dare to admit your actions, Miss Shen might even look upon you more favorably!"

"It's Wang Kaixuan!" Qi Yuan continued to play the role of the concubine's husband.

Zhirong's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

At this moment, she also felt that there was more to the story.

After all, with Qi Yuan's timid personality, even if he maliciously accused someone, he wouldn't dare to point fingers at Wang Kaixuan.

"Husband, follow me back to the county, and Miss Shen will definitely get to the bottom of this," Zhirong said, her face as cold as frost.

"I can't go back for a few days," Qi Yuan asked tentatively.

"No!" Zhirong refused, her voice leaving no room for doubt.

She had to quickly take Qi Yuan back to the Shen residence and then head to Ye Mountain Lake.

Miss Shen still needed her there.

"I really need some time, Sister Zhirong..." Qi Yuan continued to play the role of the concubine's husband, speaking pitifully.

A trace of disgust flashed in Zhirong's eyes.

"No!"

Bang!

As soon as the words left her mouth, Zhirong's body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Is it okay now?" Qi Yuan muttered, looking at the unconscious Zhirong.

He had suddenly struck Zhirong, knocking her out.

"Young Master!" At this moment, Chen Kangbao walked in, with half a bun still in his mouth.

He glanced at the woman on the ground, his expression unchanged.

"The Hongyun Village incident has been thoroughly investigated, and we can go there at any time!" Chen Kangbao said as he ate.

"Okay," Qi Yuan nodded.

"Do you want to leave this woman here?"

"No, she's unconscious now and has no ability to protect herself. If someone finds her body and claims that the matter is settled today, wouldn't I become a sinner?"

"So, we have to take her with us!"

"If I carry a woman out, won't I be mistaken for a thief?"

"She's not a woman, she's clearly my spear!"

"Perfect, I don't have a weapon yet, and her body seems quite sturdy."

A thousand transformations!

As his words fell, Zhirong suddenly transformed into a spear.

However, this spear was a bit thick and long.

A cold light flashed, and it was incredibly sharp.

Qi Yuan reached out and gently picked up the spear.

"I have to be careful, can't be too greedy."

(End of Chapter)

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