Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8572: Inheritance_1

A heavy pressure squeezed Lu Buyu's chest. He assumed death had claimed him, but doubt crept in quickly. No sensations came with true death. Certain of his survival, he flung his eyes open. Amazement froze him—a blood mist hovered nearby, yet repelled by an unseen force. A scarlet barrier encased him fully, sealing him safe inside.

Testing his limbs, Lu Buyu sensed his wounds nearly vanished. Staggered, he sprang upright. Glancing about, he saw the enclosing shield was compact, spanning merely two meters high and wide, barely room to recline. Strangely, both the shield's shape and his recovery puzzled him deeply.

Standing tall, Lu Buyu scrutinized every inch, eager to uncover the barrier's source. Suddenly, he felt an object beneath his soles. Peering down, a circular jade bracelet gleamed, utterly crimson and radiating red glow. That very light birthed the protective field.

His pulse quickened. Snatching the jade bracelet swiftly, shock jolted him at contact—thick blood Qi surged from it. The vital energy raced up his arm, flooding his frame, hastening the mend of his residual injuries.

Elation surged through Lu Buyu upon this find. Undoubtedly a supreme treasure, it marked a twist of fate from peril. Eyeing the jade bracelet, he unleashed his mental power into it at once, set on claiming ownership. Such a gem demanded possession, come what may.

His mental energy pierced the jade bracelet in moments. Yet, entry triggered a sudden crimson flare from the artifact. A dark silhouette gradually coalesced from within, materializing right before Lu Buyu.

Terror gripped Lu Buyu as he gawked at the specter. Translucent and black-robed, its features veiled in dark fabric, it radiated commanding presence. Quickly, he noted the phantom's see-through essence—no living soul, just a spectral projection.

Pondering the apparition's identity, Lu Buyu heard the black-robed man declare, "Kid, you’re from the corpse demon sect, right? Hahahaha, this is really interesting. I actually got to see a good show today. Corpse demon sect’s disciples fighting amongst themselves, interesting, really interesting."

Lu Buyu froze in disbelief—the foe had witnessed his duel with Teng Jiao. The black-clad figure pressed on, "Kid, your strength is too weak. I saved you today because I was in a good mood. But even if you go back, I’m afraid you won’t be able to escape from the enemy. But I can see that you have good potential and your temper is to my liking. So, I’ll give you a chance. Let’s see if you can grasp it."

Speech failed Lu Buyu, unsure if this was interactive projection or mere recording. Response might reach a live echo, but a playback ignored all. He resolved to watch and wait.

The man in black proceeded, "I’ve left an inheritance in this jade bracelet. This inheritance is very special and will be of great help to your cultivation. However, I’ve never done things without asking for something in return. It’s the same this time. So, if you want to get this inheritance, you must listen to me. In other words, if you want to get this inheritance, your life will no longer be yours, but mine. Of course, you can choose not to, but I can tell you. If you don’t want my inheritance, you’ll die when you return to the corpse demon sect. If you want my inheritance, your strength will advance by leaps and bounds, and you might become a true disciple of the corpse demon sect or even an island master. It all depends on your choice. If you accept my inheritance, you can drop a drop on the jade bracelet, and you’ll get the inheritance. If you don’t want to accept it, you’d better throw it away. Because after my image appears, if you don’t accept my inheritance, the jade bracelet will explode after two hours. It won’t be a problem to kill you."

The black-robed man's ultimatum stunned Lu Buyu. Abruptly, the figure faded away. His jade bracelet erupted in vivid red brilliance, jolting him. Impulse urged him to fling it aside, yet greed held his hand.

Deep down, Lu Buyu knew the man spoke truth. Limping back to Wind Corpse Island meant doom. Alive, Teng Jiao would hunt him relentlessly. That one's brother ranked among the seven true disciples, dwarfing Teng Long in might and reach. Dispatching him would prove child's play.

Failing to return to Wind Corpse Island left few options—rogue cultivator life? He grasped its miseries all too well. Outer disciple status in the Corpse Demon Sect offered scant comfort, yet eclipsed a wanderer's plight. Rogue path locked him eternally in Dharma Usage Realm, a fate he scorned.

Direst peril loomed for rogues: clashing with Corpse Demon Sect kin spelled disaster. No free passage in or out permitted. Self-exile, if spotted, invited traitor label and nameless end.

Plain return to Wind Corpse Island courted death equally. His cherished battle corpse lay slain. Rebuilding one demanded greater toil, hindered by his delayed beginnings. Crucially, Teng Jiao granted no reprieve.

Embracing the black-robed man's legacy still bred unease. Life forfeit upon acceptance clashed with his desires, trapping him in torment, directionless.

Moments slipped relentlessly by. Two hours nearly elapsed when fierce resolve ignited Lu Buyu's gaze. He'd claim the inheritance—alternatives vanished. Rejection sealed doom on the island. Rogue existence, utter desperation, stayed forsaken. Acceptance alone remained.

Blind to the legacy's secrets, Lu Buyu faced stark necessity. Indecision birthed death; choice was mandatory. Future bondage to the man? Future's burden. Trap or not, he plunged—slender survival odds beat certain grave. Hesitation equaled oblivion.

Key solace: Corpse Demon Sect barred no extra legacies for disciples. Cultivation realm's epochs buried sects, severed lines—yet unearthed ancients via strokes of fate. Disciples weighed cultivation or discard. Thus, sects overlooked foreign arts absent disloyalty. Methods mastered? Sects indifferent.

Voluntarily yielding novel arts to the sect fetched lavish boons if absent from archives—great sects thrived thus. Lu Buyu's uptake stirred no ripples.

Resolve firm, Lu Buyu acted sans delay. Brandishing his curved blade, he nicked a finger, letting blood pearl onto the jade bracelet. Contact ignited a searing red blaze, eyes squinting against glare. His grip loosened; the bracelet rocketed free, slamming his brow.

Horror seized Lu Buyu. Velocity and proximity foiled evasion. Impact came painless; the bracelet dissolved. Baffled still, mental onslaught crashed in. A stifled grunt escaped as he dropped to sit, methodically parsing the influx.

Four hours waned before Lu Buyu sighed relief, lids parting slowly. Excitement sparkled within. Ecstasy brimmed—he fathomed it wholly. An unseen cultivation path: Weapon Refining Method, fusing forge and practice. Tool and dharma entwined, man forges tool, tool lifts man. Revolutionary!

Prime allure: this path slashed resource hunger. Blood mist alone fueled swift ascent. Unforeseen windfall, purest joy source.