Chapter 1967: 1966: Fate Coin, Time-Space Marshal

Capítulo 1967: Chapter 1966: Fate Coin, Time-Space Marshal

Upon hearing Qizi’s words, the elder called Old Ghost at the counter slowly raised his head.

His face was somewhat ferocious and eerie.

His skin was parched like the yellow earth, with countless cracks.

His eyes were deeply sunken.

His nose was hooked like an eagle’s, and his hair was very dense, almost covering his eyes.

Old Ghost calmly said, “Do you know what the Empress’s legacy is?”

“I’ll know once I acquire it,” Qizi replied.

“That’s not a legacy, it’s a deadly poison. You can’t touch it, and neither can I,” said Old Ghost.

His gaze was profound.

Seeing Qizi’s seemingly disbelieving expression, he explained, “Some Principles left behind by the Empress.

If you take those Principles, you’ll become an enemy of the Heavenly Dao.

Years ago, I examined that legacy.

But I dared not touch it, and no one else dared to either.”

At this point, Old Ghost chuckled self-mockingly.

“There are many ancient monsters living in Victory City, some even surviving from the Ancient Era, as far as I know.

Do you really think they can’t see the mystery of those Principles?”

“Do you truly believe that after all these years, no one knows about the Empress’s legacy?”

“In fact, some do know, and even dream of it, but they still dare not touch it.”

At this point, Old Ghost stared at Qizi.

His gaze was chilling as he spoke each word forcefully: “Because it belongs to the Heaven Challenger.

It’s the forbidden mark left by the Empress.

But look, after the Ancient Era, the Empress failed in her Heaven Challenge. Has anyone else challenged Heaven?”

No one challenged Heaven, so no one dared to touch those Principles.

Before the Empress, there was a world she created, but ultimately it was a failure.

However, she did compile some experiences.

She left the framework of the world behind, for the next Heaven Challengers to hopefully supplement upon.

Ultimately, through efforts like Yu Gong moving a mountain, generation after generation could complete this failed world.

To become a true world.

It’s just that the Empress didn’t anticipate that after her, there would be no more Heaven Challengers.

Nor did she anticipate that Xu Zimei would have a complete world, the framework she left becoming nourishment, integrated into the Divine Continent.

……

Listening to Old Ghost’s words, Qizi didn’t argue about this issue.

Though his heart still longed for the Empress’s legacy.

But he also knew he couldn’t out-argue the other.

So he said, “Years ago you owed me a favor, I need you to repay it.”

“How do you want me to repay you?” Old Ghost asked.

“Kill that person,” Qizi said.

Old Ghost didn’t agree rashly; instead, he turned around and took a small jar from the cabinet.

This jar contained several ancient copper coins.

The copper coins, covered in rust, seemed to have been kept for a long time, making the inscriptions barely discernible.

You could vaguely make out the words “Ancient Bagua.”

Old Ghost took out the copper coins and shook them a few times.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary shake, but if you looked closely, you’d find these coins seemed to merge with Old Ghost.

The aura around Old Ghost and the aura emitted by the coins seemed identical.

“Boom,” the small jar fell to the ground, and Old Ghost opened the jar.

Inside, the copper coins had turned into powder.

Old Ghost was startled.

What this meant, he hadn’t seen for many years.

The copper coins were remnants from the Ancient Era, known as fate money.

These coins could connect with the user’s fate, thereby preempting fate.

Before you do anything, you shake the fate money, and it will guide you on whether it’s good or bad.

If it’s something bad, the fate money will crack.

But preemptively, like this, the fate money turning to powder indicated something worse than bad.

It meant this matter was enough to bring about his demise.

In other words, he was destined to die, and the fate money had indicated as much.

He looked deeply at Qizi.

This guy is quite a trap, if he hadn’t preemptively calculated, he might have been deceived to death this time.

“What’s wrong?” Qizi still cluelessly asked.

“You owe me a favor, don’t you plan to default?

This isn’t your style.”

“Remember back then…”

Qizi wanted to continue but was interrupted by Old Ghost.

Old Ghost said, “I do owe you a favor, but for this matter, your favor is not worth it.

Choose another.”

“Why?” Qizi asked, stunned.

He knew the strength of the Old Ghost before him.

Perplexed, he asked, “It’s just killing someone, not sending you to die. Why can’t it be done?”

“In no way is it different from sending me to my death,” Old Ghost snorted internally.

He didn’t reveal it but still trusted the judgment of the fate money.

So he said, “In any case, as I said, anything else but this.”

As the two spoke, Xu Zimei arrived at the doorstep of Old Ghost’s shop.

This place was truly hard to find.

Xu Zimei had asked many people before finding this alley.

Arriving at the shop’s entrance, Xu Zimei gazed around before walking in.

……

“You… why are you here?” Song Chang’an shouted.

Previously, he had bet with Xu Zimei, challenging him to comprehend the Sorrowful Heaven Buddha’s divine power. Whoever lost would have to run around Victory City naked.

When the Acacia cult attacked, Qizi had taken Song Chang’an and left, Song Chang’an had always felt a little guilty.

Now meeting again, it was inevitable his expression would become uncomfortable.

Even Qizi was briefly shocked, quickly glancing at Old Ghost, whispering, “That’s the person I told you about.”

A piercing light flashed in Old Ghost’s eyes.

Suddenly, his hunched figure stood upright, he slowly smiled and said, “An esteemed guest is visiting; it has been many years.”

Qizi was taken aback.

He thought Old Ghost was going to take action.

Who would’ve thought he’d say something like that.

An esteemed guest?

One must know that not just anyone could be called an esteemed guest at Old Ghost’s shop.

Qizi was not foolish. Seeing Old Ghost’s reaction, he seemed to have figured something out.

He greeted Xu Zimei and stepped aside.

“Are you Old Ghost?” Xu Zimei asked.

He ignored Qizi and his group; though he had slain people from All-Heaven Academy, it was Wenren Xue.

There was no grudge between him and Qizi.

As for Qizi hiring someone to kill him, he was unaware of this.

“I am,” Old Ghost smiled.

His cracked face made smiling scarier than crying.

“I need to visit the Land of Chaos, and I’ve heard you have a Time-Space Shuttle,” Xu Zimei inquired.

“A Time-Space Shuttle?” Old Ghost pondered.

He had many items, seemed he had to think a bit.

After some time, he nodded.

“The Empress had a War General named Time-Space Marshal.

After his Heaven Challenge, descendants exchanged the Time-Space Shuttle here with me.”

“This item should be the Time-Space Shuttle.”