I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

301 That Is Right, It Is Me!

“What—”

The visitor outside was obviously up to no good.

You are asking someone to bring you to a cripple who has been unconscious for more than 20 years. Why not just ask the Seventh Prince to perform a split on the spot for you?

The reason why the person mixed magical power into his laughter was obviously to do a test.

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If the Seventh Prince was unconscious and bedridden for many years, as rumored, then his attack would undoubtedly make the Seventh Prince sleep even more soundly.

If the Seventh Prince was not unconscious and everything the world knew was just an illusion, then he could also probe for clues so that he could make a more targeted response.

However, the person did not expect…

What greeted him was a thunderous “get lost”!

At this instant, he felt his consciousness surge while his three souls and seven spirits burned, and he was shaken by that terrifying soul power to the point of becoming limp. He felt like a small boat in a storm, so shaken that his soul was capable of leaving his body at any moment.

What kind of shocking power was that?

In the quietness, he seemed to have seen a golden deity roaring at the sky, causing the sun, moon and stars to fall and his three souls and seven spirits to disintegrate!

“Cough cough… Pfft!”

He suddenly took a few steps back. His body swayed and his face turned pale at first. Then, it turned abnormally red. He opened his mouth and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

An intense look of shock filled his eyes.

“Seventh Prince… Seventh Prince, your strength… Cough cough…”

He seemed to have suddenly understood something and revealed a shocked and angry expression. “So you hid it so well. Everyone was wrong about you. You’re not a cripple at all. Instead, you used this opportunity to cultivate bitterly in this valley. Your current strength is no longer the same as before!”

“We’ve all been tricked! Everyone is wrong!”

This was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He fell to the ground in horror, one hand pointing in the direction of the thatched cottage, as if he had discovered the truth of the world at this moment.

“Indeed, everyone is wrong.”

Feng Xia’s cold voice came from the house again. “I’m not the Seventh Prince, but you treat me as the Seventh Prince. If this isn’t a mistake, then what is considered a mistake?”

For a moment, the air seemed to be completely frozen and the atmosphere became especially awkward.

The mustached middle-aged man panted heavily. The color of his face alternated between red and purple. In the end, it completely turned pitch-black like the bottom of a pot.

If the person in the house was not the Seventh Prince, then who was he?

“You… You’re not the Seventh Prince?”

“Of course not,” Feng Xia replied nonchalantly.

“Then who are you?”

The mustached middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly expelled the clotted blood in his lungs. Only then did he ask with difficulty, “Why are you in the Seventh Prince’s thatched cottage?”

“You might not know this, but I’m actually…”

At this point, Feng Xia suddenly paused and his tone became extremely mysterious.

The mustached middle-aged man seemed to be infected by the mystic. He instinctively took a gulp and suddenly became alert, looking as if he was facing a great enemy.

The longer one cultivated, the higher one’s cultivation base would be, and the more they would understand…

There were always some existences in this world that were unfathomable, unattainable, and unmeasurable!

Even if one only heard a name, one might attract a fatal disaster!

At this moment, the air seemed to have completely frozen. He gulped again and finally heard the voice continue, “I am… the Seventh Half-Prince.”

The mustached middle-aged man: “…?”

If not for the fact that Feng Xia’s strength was extremely terrifying, he really wanted to scold him at this moment. What the hell is the Seventh Half-Prince!

Did your mother accidentally give birth to another half when she gave birth to you?

“To be more precise, the Seventh Prince is me, but I’m not the Seventh Prince.” Feng Xia spoke the truth casually.

This time, the mustached middle-aged man gradually understood. “You mean… the Seventh Prince is only part of your identity?”

“To be more precise, the Seventh Prince is a part of me.”

Feng Xia spoke confidently as if he was not facing a peak True Spirit Realm expert but an ordinary villager.

“The Seventh Prince was seriously injured and persisted for more than 20 years. Finally, he could no longer continue. I just returned to the mortal world and needed a physical body as a carrier. Therefore, I chose to fuse with the Seventh Prince.”

At this moment, Feng Xia did not hesitate to play up his hoodwinking skills and brought out the protagonists’ lines from all those s. “Since I have already fused with him, I will inherit the identity of the Seventh Prince. I will also inherit his last wishes and obsessions.”

Outside the door, the mustached man’s entire body trembled, and his eyes revealed a sense of dense disbelief.

He suddenly thought of the various information that had spread out from the ancient tomb over the past few days. The owner of this tomb was a god of war from the ancient era. His surname was Feng. He had once fought his way to the Nine Heavens Palace and the end of the Underworld River. In the end, when his lifespan was about to end, he did not want the world to see his aged appearance. Therefore, he chose a secluded place as his ultimate burial ground.

“You… can you be…”

Plop!

Even with the mustached man’s cultivation and Dao heart, he could not help but tremble at this moment. His entire body shuddered as if he had been struck by lightning, and he fell to the ground again.

That terrifying thought surfaced in his mind and grew wildly like weeds.

After a long period of silence, the owner of the grand tomb had once again revived and returned. In this era, he had once again arrived in this brand new world!

What kind of impact would such an ancient deity bring to this world?

“It’s really Senior…” the mustached middle-aged man exclaimed in disbelief.

He tried to scream, but even when the sound had already reached his mouth, he still could not say a word in the end.

It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his neck.

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In the blink of an eye, endless fear gushed out like a tidal wave, drowning out his emotions. A True Spirit Realm expert was scared flat on the ground and did not dare to move

“Senior…”

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words in a hoarse voice.

“That’s right, it’s me.”

Feng Xia’s voice came from the room again, like the sound of the horn that announced death, echoing in the ears of the mustached middle-aged man. “I was enlightened by a strange herb in the stone at the foot of Mount Canglan. You can call me… Jiang Shinian.”

The mustached middle-aged man was stunned. “…You’re not the owner of that grand tomb?”

Feng Xia said matter-of-factly, “No, why?”

“…”