I have no idea what that useless Left Hand did. After I went into slumber, he sohow managed to turn the high and mighty Celestial Divine Guard into the Hundred Demons Sect that even the roadside dogs bark at.
And he even managed to ss up that roadside Hundred Demons Sect until it vanished completely.
Hand rembers vividly the scene when he woke up.
After regaining consciousness, he found himself sealed inside a Crystal Stone.
The Crystal Stone was lodged inside a huge pit on a mountain peak.
Above him was the blue sky and floating white clouds, while around him were red-bottod monkeys running all over the place.
In his head was the information Left Hand left behind.
[It's a new era now; our ship isn't quite welco yet.]
[Don't contact the Celestial Divine Guard, because it's already turned into the Hundred Demons Sect.]
[But also don't contact the Hundred Demons Sect, because due to so minor operational errors, I managed to ss up the sect completely.]
[However, don't lose hope, brother; there's still a chance to turn things around. I've left you a map and a Refinent Earth Vein Dharma thod.]
[Follow the map, and if you reach White Emperor City, consider it a success.]
[Once you're in White Emperor City, contact ; I'll figure out the rest, brother.]
[Oh, by the way, one more thing: Your little pinky finger has been refined into a Magical Artifact and given to my subordinates.]
[No need to look for it explicitly, since my subordinates should all be dead, so your little finger is very likely lost forever.]
[Anyway, keep at it!]
Not a word sounded human.
Just thinking about it made Hand's fur stand on end with anger.
I don't know what that dog-brain was thinking; if he wanted to reward his subordinates, why not chop off his own fingers? Why use soone else's? Sneak in when I'm asleep and give my finger away, what's that about?
"Useless Left Hand, if it were handling it, I'd have won ages ago," Hand muttered lowly.
Hand cald down, silently chanting the mantra "don't get angry, anger harms the body" several tis.
It's not that Hand has a good temper, but he knows he can't think too deeply about it.
Because the more he thought, the more pissed he got, counting the friends around him, none of them were human.
Either they were turncoats, or freeloaders, or just downright traitors.
"A bunch of insects, wait till I am invincible, I'll kill every one of you."
Thinking about these things, Hand yawned while continuing deeper into the abyss.
A mont later, guided by the Vein Diagnosis Skill, he reached the place where the Earth Vein Qi was the densest.
His body transford into a puddle of black water, seeped through the ice above, then reford his shape. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a Treasure Chest right in front of him.
Next to the chest was a sign.
[Miemie God's Yellow Book Treasure]
Hand, "? "
Soone had actually been here?
In a state of alert towards humans, Hand imdiately assud a plane-ear and arched-back stance, he slowly paced around, continuing to yawn with his crooked-toothed mouth, carefully observing his surroundings.
Sniffing his nose, he caught the scent of Qiao Lezhi and i'Er, and also spotted the big hole the two of them had dug.
Circling the entrance a few tis and sensing all around, Hand carefully retreated behind an ice pillar, hiding himself.
Even though he didn't know where these two ca from, or who placed the sign and chest, Hand still decided to eliminate them as a precaution against future troubles.
Besides, doing it here ant no one would notice, saving even the effort of finding a place to bury the bodies.
But Hand waited and waited; he waited a long ti but those two never returned. He irritably wagged his tail, his eyes occasionally wandering towards the chest.
[Miemie's Yellow Book Treasure]
Maybe because he'd rged with the Snow Leopard for too long, he beca more and more influenced by it.
Curiosity was a bit hard to resist.
"Why don't I open it for a look first?"
"Go ahead and open it, a little extra reading never hurts anyone."
After an intense internal debate, Hand succumbed to his inherent curiosity. He walked cat-like to the chest's edge, cautiously examining it.
Despite his curiosity, basic caution still prevailed.
He didn't open the chest directly; instead, he exhaled black smoke towards the chest. The smoke circled around it several tis before disappearing into the Formless.
Nothing happened.
The chest was quite clean, but due to the special material of its construction, one couldn't see its interior or retrieve its contents by other ans.
To extract what was inside, one had to go up and unclip the latch.
Being cautious, Hand still didn't approach; instead, he employed seven or eight Spells as probes. Only after ensuring there was genuinely nothing wrong with the chest, he separated a shadow, used it as soul, ice as bone, fashioning a little figure.
The little figure jumped in front of the chest, pushed hard, and opened the latch on the chest.
Hand stood up, craning his neck to look inside the chest.
"Hmm? Why is it empty?"
He didn't notice the sign next to the chest was glowing faintly.
The chest itself had no Spells, but the sign did.
Twelve transparent shades flew out from the sign, the exact number equaling the people who entered the cave and the number of Spells Hand used.
Two shades flew towards the hole Qiao Lezhi dug, but possibly because Qiao Lezhi and i'Er were out of range, the two shades turned back halfway, enclosing Hand from behind.
The words on the sign also changed.
From [Miemie's Yellow Book Treasure] to a proverbial phrase.
[To read the Yellow Book, one's heart must be like a clear mirror, restrain oneself and guard one's heart.]
Hand doesn't understand what reading the Little Yellow Book has to do with having a heart like a clear mirror and self-restraint, but he knows his heart is definitely not clean.
The twelve white shades infiltrated the Snow Leopard's body, inside the chaotic and Naless black smoke, they found Hand's essence.
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