Chapter 57

After a long while, Zhang Xitong began to sob and recount her bizarre experience in the Divine Legacy Mountains.

Is this possible? Even Zhang Zhilan and Du Tianci, being top experts on the Soul澜 Continent with extensive knowledge, had never heard of or seen anything like this.

Pattern beasts devouring other pattern beasts? And not completely taking over, but having half of the consciousness during the use of soul techniques?! What does this mean?

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions heavy and cautious, with a hint of fear in their eyes. How could top-tier wild beasts be so powerful, possessing soul techniques that were beyond comprehension? It seemed to have already surpassed the realm of soul techniques.

"Activate the pattern, let's see what's going on," Du Tianci said after a long contemplation, considering all possibilities.

Zhang Xitong glanced at the old man Zhang, and Zhang Zhilan slowly nodded. Soul power surged in his body, and he was fully prepared. Zhang Xitong knew this was a serious matter, not a time to act spoiled. She slowly stood up, tidied her clothes, took five steps, and a milky white light like mist appeared behind her, revealing the figure of a white fox.

"What do you want from me?" Zhang Xitong suddenly said.

Immediately, a look of struggle and stubbornness appeared on Zhang Xitong's face, clearly indicating she was fighting for control of her body and consciousness with her pattern beast.

"Xitong, relax, let it come," Du Tianci first comforted Zhang Xitong, then looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Zhang Xitong and said, "May I ask for your esteemed name?"

"A wild beast you killed and whose soul you took, what name do I need?" Zhang Xitong, guarding her consciousness, said. The other "Zhang Xitong" spoke with a calm tone that sent chills down one's spine.

This bizarre dialogue and scene were unprecedented in the human world. Du Tianci and Zhang Zhilan calmed their minds, and Zhang Zhilan placed his hands on the ground, focusing intently.

"Don't waste your efforts," the "Zhang Xitong" said with a delicate laugh. "The array in the back mountain of the Heavenly Dao Sect is very powerful, I admit that. But no matter what you do, I can return directly. What can you do to me? Kill this girl? Fine, it's exactly what I want!"

The "Zhang Xitong's" words gradually turned cold, and the white fox behind her swayed its six long tails, with streams of soul power flowing around her body.

"Absolutely not," Zhang Zhilan firmly rejected. For Zhang Zhilan, who had long dominated a region, it was easy to twist black into white. "We just want to know what you plan to do."

"What to do? Whatever my master wants me to do, I will do it," the "Zhang Xitong" thought for a moment, then smiled charmingly, more captivating than the slightly awkward smile of the original Zhang Xitong, with a strong allure that even Du Tianci and Zhang Zhilan, who were usually calm, felt their hearts waver.

A smile, a hundred charms. A smile, captivating the world.

The somewhat immature and awkward body, controlled by the "Zhang Xitong," exuded an irresistible allure, every movement and gesture drawing people in. If such a "Zhang Xitong" appeared in the Five Directions City, countless young men would fight to the death for her.

Zhang Zhilan coughed, as if reminding the "Zhang Xitong."

"Where is your master? I wonder if he can spare the time to meet us?" Zhang Zhilan politely asked. The current "Zhang Xitong" was not weak, even stronger than a fifth-stage cultivator, but in Zhang Zhilan's eyes, it was nothing. Even without Du Tianci, he could kill the "Zhang Xitong" with a mere gesture. However, the situation was delicate, and he had to ask humbly.

Moreover, the "Zhang Xitong" mentioned her master, who might be the incredibly powerful existence in the white mist.

"Hehe, you little ants want to see my master? I'd like to show you, but with my master's temper, he might just crush you to dust," the "Zhang Xitong" sneered. "Unfortunately, you can't see him, so give up that thought."

"Do you think I have no way to remove you?!" Zhang Zhilan said sternly.

"Hehe," the "Zhang Xitong" laughed, her laughter shaking the room, her body swaying like a willow in the wind, her slender waist moving with a captivating charm.

"You can try, do your best. If words were effective, why would we need fists?" the "Zhang Xitong" said with a mocking tone, seeing through Zhang Zhilan's outward bravado and inner fear, and mercilessly exposing it.

Zhang Zhilan was speechless, glaring fiercely at the "Zhang Xitong." The six-tailed white fox in the white mist behind the "Zhang Xitong" swayed its tails gently, ignoring the two powerful figures in front of it.

"I won't take over the body, rest assured," the "Zhang Xitong" said after mocking enough, having vented some of her long-held resentment. Remembering her master's instructions, she dared not misbehave and then said seriously, "The so-called experts on the Soul澜 Continent are like frogs at the bottom of a well. Meeting my master is a rare opportunity. I have already devoured those small souls, and Zhang Xitong's soul power can now accommodate a pattern beast. Prepare accordingly. However, my master's pattern technique cannot be passed on, and no one can spy during the advancement. Don't try to get this secret technique from Zhang Xitong, act wisely."

After speaking, the "Zhang Xitong" turned her head, looking through the withered grass at the blue sky outside, a corner of it filled with an indescribable longing.

"Living is truly wonderful," she said, looking up at the sky, not deliberately using her charm, but the sense of longing inadvertently moved the hearts of the two old men. The white fox behind her also turned its head, as if dancing in the wind, every movement filled with a magical rhythm, making one's heart race.

"Alright, I'm going back. I've said all I need to say, act wisely," the "Zhang Xitong" gently brushed her hair, her long, white fingers passing over her face, covered by a layer of white mist, like a veil.

Returning to the slightly awkward and youthful Zhang Xitong, Zhang Zhilan and Du Tianci were at a loss to describe what had just happened. What should they do next?

Zhang Xitong looked at Zhang Zhilan in confusion, having experienced a completely new and strange sensation. She heard the other self speak and understood its intentions. Sharing the same body, Zhang Xitong knew every word was true, but some things were left unsaid. Why wouldn't it take over the body? Zhang Xitong could sense a bit of it.