Rise to God with Life Skill Professions-Chapter 402 - 392: Jade Disc and Image

"Boom."

A terrifying explosion sounded suddenly.

When the roar sounded, Cold Star and the Bone Pseudo-God’s long swords clashed violently together.

Qin An’s body shook, and the seven-star Dharma manifestations surrounding him shattered completely.

He flew backward, slamming heavily against the wall of the side hall.

Dust shook off the wall in puffs.

On the other hand, the Bone Pseudo-God’s bone sword shattered, and after scraping a long trajectory on the ground, it finally halted its figure.

"Good! Good Secret Technique!"

The Bone Pseudo-God laughed loudly: "No wonder you dared to break into the Yellow Sand Hall, it seems you do have some skills. However, just these skills are not enough; you will die here."

With that, the Bone Pseudo-God spread its arms wide, and horrifying evil qi suddenly appeared all over the pale bones.

The evil qi surged like an ocean, engulfing the entire Bone Pseudo-God.

Bone spikes emerged from the Bone Pseudo-God and then wrapped around its entire body like armor.

"Today you must die here; no one can save you."

The Bone Pseudo-God’s tone was as cold as ice, transforming into a shadow and rushing towards Qin An.

Qin An narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the spot where the Bone Pseudo-God vanished and suddenly stabbed at an empty space.

The Seven-Colored True Essence surged like a sea, and in that empty space, a figure suddenly appeared—precisely the Bone Pseudo-God that had disappeared.

"Nice eyesight, to be able to see my figure, but that’s not nearly enough; you will surely die."

The Bone Pseudo-God raised its right palm, crisscrossing bone spikes densely filled with evil qi.

This palm aimed directly at Qin An’s head.

If it hit, Qin An would likely die on the spot.

Yet Qin An’s expression was calm; suddenly, he sheathed his blade, tightened his left fist, and punched towards the Bone Pseudo-God.

Seven-Star Blood-Burning Demon-Sealing Hand!

Without hesitation, he executed the Secret Technique, burning all ten of his demon senses, transforming them into a rich Qi Blood Power channeling onto his left fist.

The Bone Pseudo-God’s heart shook, feeling a cold sensation sweep through its entire body.

This was a signal of danger.

In life or death, it had never felt such a crisis.

The Bone Pseudo-God originally planned to withdraw its palm and retreat.

But by using this Secret Technique, retreat was no longer an option, and it could only watch helplessly as its palm struck Qin An’s fist hard.

"Boom!"

Another terrifying explosion sounded.

The lingering power caused the surrounding walls to shake continuously.

If it weren’t for the exceptionally strong materials of the Yellow Sand Hall’s walls, this side hall might have collapsed by now.

The Bone Pseudo-God only felt pain in its right palm, looking down to see its bone-interwoven hand turned to endless ruins under Qin An’s fist.

Moreover, Qin An’s fist showed no sign of slowing down, continuing with terrifying force, cracking the bones throughout its body.

"No! Impossible!"

The Bone Pseudo-God wanted to withdraw, but before it could take two steps back, another hand pressed against its head.

With a slight grip of its five fingers, the Bone Pseudo-God felt its head buzzing, as if about to shatter under Qin An’s terrifying Qi Blood Power.

Qin An’s left hand did not stop, swinging continuously.

With each punch, horrifying Qi Blood Power surged.

In an instant, the Bone Pseudo-God’s other hand and both legs turned to flying ash.

Only a torso remained, swaying in mid-air.

Qin An held the skull in his right hand, letting the torso sway in the wind.

He could see the Bone Pseudo-God’s eyes filled with anger and fear.

Fear because of Qin An’s terrifying power, and anger because it felt humiliated losing to Qin An.

"Still not convinced." Qin An released his grip, allowing the Bone Pseudo-God to drop to the ground.

The Bone Pseudo-God struggled madly, its bones scraping tracks on the ground, as if trying to get up and fight Qin An again.

Just then, Qin An stepped on the Bone Pseudo-God’s chest.

With just one foot, a part of the Bone Pseudo-God’s bones turned to ashes.

"Ah!"

The Bone Pseudo-God screamed in agony, preparing to curse at Qin An.

It had just turned its gaze when it saw a foot in a long boot stomp down.

"Snap!"

The Bone Pseudo-God felt a sharp pain throughout its body, but this pain drove it to a near-frenzy.

"Kill me! Come on! Kill me!"

The Bone Pseudo-God struggled: "If you have the guts, give me a swift death; otherwise, given any chance, I’ll take your head off and offer it to the lord!"

Qin An rubbed his chin: "I see, the mastermind behind the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill isn’t here; am I right?"

At these words, the Bone Pseudo-God’s expression froze, quickly lowering its head, internalizing its emotions.

But by now, it was too late.

Qin An smiled slightly: "Seems like living in this sunless place for too long has dulled your wits."

Aware that the Bone Pseudo-God was furious and on the brink of losing rationality, Qin An took the chance not to kill it but to extract information from its mouth.

With just a simple probe, the Bone Pseudo-God nearly revealed everything.

The Bone Pseudo-God clamped its mouth shut tightly.

It wanted to take its own life but found Qin An’s Seven-Colored True Essence had it completely bound.

Under the influence of that terrifying Sealing Power, forget about committing suicide; apart from being able to speak, nothing else can be done.

He now plans not to listen to Qin An.

No matter what Qin An says, he will not respond again.

"You can give up now."

The White Bone Pseudo-God uttered the last four words.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw Qin An slightly curling his five fingers.

Immediately, the White Bone Pseudo-God was horrified to see all the bones in his body shattering into a pile of debris.

Qin An raised his hand to absorb the fake knowledge into his body and said faintly, "I didn’t plan on asking again to begin with. Death is better than living."

He knew that this White Bone Pseudo-God would definitely not continue to speak, so there was no use in keeping him. It was better to kill him early to reduce some trouble.

Qin An clapped his hands and looked at the wooden box in the middle of the side hall.

Earlier, when he attempted to touch the jade disc in the wooden box, the White Bone Pseudo-God tried to stop him multiple times, proving that the contents were surely unusual.

Now that the White Bone Pseudo-God is dead, it’s the perfect time to see what this jade disc is for.

Thinking of this, Qin An circulated the Seven-Colored True Essence in his body and once again cast the Seven-Star Dharma Aspect, letting the terrifying Dharma Power envelop his entire body before picking up the jade disc.

After Qin An picked up the jade disc, he immediately felt the True Essence within it tremble.

Next, the jade disc unexpectedly shattered into a pile of debris.

Though the shattered jade disc vanished without a trace, its True Essence transformed into streams of flowing air, continuously weaving in mid-air.

In just a few breaths, a picture as real as could be possibly imagined appeared before Qin An’s eyes.

In the picture, a man shrouded in a black cloak was sitting on a throne.

And on either side of the throne were a demon-like creature and a person.

Qin An squinted and muttered, "Situ Shen!"

The person sitting on the right side was none other than the Mountain Patrol Golden General, Situ Shen, who had many grievances with Qin An.

On the left was a man covered in multicolored feathers.

The man’s mouth seemed to protrude like a sharp beak.

It was a bird’s beak shape.

"It’s the monster from Vermilion Bird Tower," Qin An squinted his eyes and thought to himself.

Vermilion Bird Tower was the top force in Xunyang Prefecture. It wasn’t uncommon for a major power to have one or two Unity Realm experts, but Vermilion Bird Tower had many.

The force that Fox Girl belonged to back then had pledged allegiance to Vermilion Bird Tower.

It is said that Vermilion Bird Tower collected a variety of bird-type monsters, and the Tower Master was the pinnacle Unity Realm Vermilion Bird demon.

No further observation was needed for Qin An to know that the monster here was indeed the Vermilion Bird Tower Master.

With the appearance of Situ Shen and the Tower Master in the vision, the identity of the man on the throne as a Pseudo-God was self-evident.

"This must be the mastermind behind the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill, but his appearance is unclear." Qin An rubbed his chin, carefully observing while pondering the clues contained within.

At this moment, the Pseudo-God sitting on the throne raised his head, with a vague black mist cloaking his face, rendering his true appearance indistinguishable.

The Pseudo-God slowly raised a hand, and a voice spread across the side hall: "Gentlemen, the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill has been given to you. What you need to do next is quite simple. Let Lord Situ disseminate the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill to quickly control the monsters and Pseudo-Gods throughout Xunyang Prefecture, as well as the people you have an eye on."

Upon hearing this, a trace of joy flashed across Situ Shen’s face, and he nodded lightly in agreement.

Yet a trace of gloominess passed through the eyes of the Tower Master beside him.

"I have an objection!" The Tower Master slightly opened his sharp beak, and a piercing voice erupted from his throat. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Upon these words, both the Pseudo-God and Situ Shen directed their gaze towards him.

The Tower Master sneered, "Besides Vermilion Bird Tower, he also wants to control all other Pseudo-God monster forces. If they truly fall into his trap, wouldn’t this old scoundrel monopolize everything?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of anger flashed in Situ Shen’s eyes, but he concealed it well.

"What do you propose?" Situ Shen said coldly.

"Naturally, an equal share," the Tower Master sneered, "You handle the human forces, while I take over the Pseudo-God monster forces."

Situ Shen laughed, "If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be the same as the original situation?"

"I agreed to this to unite the entire Xunyang Prefecture and spare it from the ravages of you Pseudo-God monsters."

"Then why should we suffer this fate?" the Tower Master said coldly, "Why not let me use the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill to control you, making Xunyang Prefecture the realm of Pseudo-God monsters?"

On hearing this, an icy intent to kill flashed from Situ Shen’s body.

The feathers on the Tower Master’s body shivered: "If you want to fight, then let’s see who’s stronger. If I win, your tasks will be mine alone to handle."

"Fine!" Situ Shen stood up, "Since you love judging heroes by strength, let’s settle this here and now."

Their back-and-forth exchange sparked enough anger to suggest they might fight, with tension brewing between them, as if just a hint of movement could unleash a terrifying battle between man and monster.

Throughout the entire process, the Pseudo-God on the high throne remained silent.

Not until the two’s momentum reached its peak, and it seemed a fight was imminent, did the Pseudo-God on the throne speak calmly.

"Don’t rush, gentlemen. We’re all family. Anyone who possesses the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill should be considered a potential ally."

Situ Shen stayed silent, having already gained enough benefits.

The Tower Master also gave no answer, acknowledging the importance of the Divine Soul Refining Body Skill from the mysterious Pseudo-God before him, meaning both he and Situ Shen needed his backing.

If he raised an objection now, he might incur the Pseudo-God’s wrath.

At that point, he might end up empty-handed.

The Pseudo-God saw that a single statement had rendered two apex figures in Xunyang Prefecture speechless and nodded slightly.

If one could see his features, they might guess the Pseudo-God was smiling smugly.

The Pseudo-God paused briefly, waiting for the tense atmosphere to subside entirely, then slowly spoke, "Though it seems like Lord Situ stands to gain the most, the benefits I offer the Tower Master are equally substantial."

Upon hearing this, the Tower Master signaled for him to continue.

The trio’s gathering was knit together solely by shared interests.

Without enough incentive, the Tower Master wouldn’t agree.

The Pseudo-God smiled, then gradually mapped out his plan...