29 Lost Immortal Sutra (1/2)

Many of the history books in the League had depicted that battle, the Day of the Fiendish Calamity. As for Jing Daoxian, he had the nickname of Fiend King. The number of Epic experts back then weren't as numerous as the number these days, so to kill twenty-seven Epic experts basically meant slaughtering most of humanity's strongest experts. It set back humanity's strength by at least ten years.

Zhou Wen stared at the elder in front of him, finding it difficult to put this sickly old man with the terrifying Fiend King of legends.

”You are Fiend King Jing Daoxian?” Zhou Wen didn't feel horrified because of his restrainment. This was because he knew very well that it didn't make a difference.

”Do you now want it?” Jing Daoxian said to Zhou Wen with a faint smile.

”Yes.” Zhou Wen didn't hesitate in answering for he had no intention of dying at the hands of this devil.

When Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen's reply, he narrowed his eyes and said, ”You may say so, but you don't want it deep down. Even if you take it, I'm afraid you wouldn't cultivate in it.”

Is this guy nuts? Zhou Wen thought. ”I'm naturally not going to cultivate in it. If that Skyfiend Treatise is really a Primordial Energy Art of yours, wouldn't the League's government believe that I'm related to you if I were to master it? I would also be wanted.”

Jing Daoxian fell silent for a moment before his eyes lit up as though he had thought of something. Putting the notebook away, he took out something else.

It was a violet, metal box that resembled copper. However, it didn't have the luster of copper with its dark, brushed-metal texture.

Looking small and exquisite, the metal box was squarish, about the size of a cigarette case. Carved on it were strange and messy patterns with three words written vertically in the middle.

”Lost Immortal Sutra!” Zhou Wen recognized the three words but didn't understand what they meant.

The elder held the tiny box in front of Zhou Wen before lifting the lid. At this moment, Zhou Wen realized that it wasn't a box but pieces of violet metal sheets that were connected to one another. They were like violet metal name cards. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

There was a total of thirteen extremely thin, violet sheets. Each one was engraved with words the size of a fly's head. Due to the tiny text, Zhou Wen wasn't able to read the words on them.

Jing Daoxian didn't look at the words on them. After opening it, all he did was wave the sheets in front of Zhou Wen before stacking them back together, turning them back into the violet metal block that resembled a cigarette case. Finally, he stuffed it into Zhou Wen's hands.

”A Primordial Energy Art is written on it. It's rather interesting, so take your time to cultivate it.” Jing Daoxian gave an odd smile, revealing his white teeth. It gave Zhou Wen the creeps.

Jing Daoxian stuffed the Lost Immortal Sutra into Zhou Wen's hands before walking away amidst coughs with his back hunched. Soon, he vanished from the dark street.

Only then did Zhou Wen feel the invisible force around his body dissipate. Having regained control of his body, he glanced at the direction in which Jing Daoxian had vanished. Unable to see him, he hurriedly looked down at the metal slab in his hand.

The history books speak of Jing Daoxian as having an eccentric and unreasonable temperament. He does things as he pleases. It's really an apt description. Legend has it that Jing Daoxian was capricious, killing people in a way no different from having his meals. He had no sense of morals. Zhou Wen didn't believe that Jing Daoxian was nice enough to give him a high-grade Primordial Energy Art due to a lucky encounter.

Zhou Wen observed the metallic slab but failed to find anything special about it. Without opening it, it looked like a metal cigarette case.