Chapter 39 - Netherfinger Technique! Su Ming's Strength Surges!
Chapter 39 Netherfinger Technique! Su Ming’s Strength Surges!
“What the hell?”
Fang Yuhan was startled out of nowhere.
“How could you possibly know?”
This Netherworld Scroll had been tightly hidden by Fang Yuhan ever since he obtained it. Not even his closest allies knew he had it.
How could Su Ming know about it?
Hadn’t he just arrived a few days ago?
“Who exactly are you?”
Fear flashed across Fang Yuhan’s face, his voice trembling. Su Ming didn’t bother to explain. His aura surged, releasing an overwhelming pressure as he stretched his hand forward.
“You’re a man about to die. No need to know too much.”
At the same time, a shadow of a tree faintly appeared behind Su Ming. This ancient tree soared into the clouds, reaching to the heavens above and down to the underworld below. Countless threads extended from its branches—threads of fate.
This was the World Tree seed that Su Ming had nurtured. Borrowing from Fang Yuhan’s fortune, the seed had now hatched and sprouted. Now, harvesting fortune had become much easier.
“No!”
Fang Yuhan’s expression changed drastically, as if he saw countless threads of fortune being pulled from his body. They were devoured by the tree shadow. His face twisted in panic as he tried to escape. But by then, Su Ming had completely locked onto him.
A massive hand loomed overhead and grabbed Fang Yuhan. The next moment, Fang Yuhan felt as though something was being torn from inside his body, and he shuddered violently.
Whoosh!
A massive scroll flew out from within him and unfolded in midair. As it spread, it seemed to contain an entire world. A terrifying aura erupted—the Netherworld Scroll had appeared, suffused with ominous Yin energy.
“My Netherworld Scroll! That’s mine!”
Fang Yuhan’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he desperately reached for it. But the scroll, once his, ignored him completely and drifted into Su Ming’s hand.
Holding the Netherworld Scroll, Su Ming smiled faintly and looked at Fang Yuhan.
“Now, it’s time to send you on your way.”
Without another word, he struck with his palm. Fang Yuhan didn’t even get the chance to scream. A tremendous force engulfed him, obliterating his body with no resistance.
Boom.
His flesh disintegrated.
Fang Yuhan—dead and gone.
As Fang Yuhan perished, Su Ming felt the seed of chaos within him grow slightly stronger.
In his ears, a system prompt sounded.
[“Fortune’s Child Fang Yuhan: slain.”
“Ding! Detected Fang Yuhan’s fortune value is zero. All treasures dropped.”
“Congratulations to the host for obtaining Fang Yuhan’s artifact: Netherworld Scroll.”
“Congratulations to the host for obtaining Fang Yuhan’s martial technique: Backing Strength…”
“Congratulations to the host for obtaining Fang Yuhan’s magical weapon: Fierce Fiend Staff…”
“Congratulations to the host for acquiring 50,000 Demon Lord Charm Points…”
“Congratulations to the host…”]
The notifications kept flooding in, almost blinding Su Ming. But he ignored the clutter, his focus on the scroll in his hand.
“This is the real treasure!”
Excitement gleamed in Su Ming’s eyes.
A golden finger of a Fortune’s Child—its power and potential were monstrous.
“Everything else is just icing. This Netherworld Scroll alone is worth refining.”
“And with 50,000 Demon Lord Charm Points, that’s a serious reward.”
Su Ming was very pleased.
With that many points, he could upgrade techniques or purchase items—anything that could boost his strength dramatically. At that moment, another notification came.
[“Fortune object detected. Refinement possible.”
“Refining ‘Netherworld Scroll’ once requires 20,000 Demon Lord Charm Points.”]
Hiss… 20,000 for one refinement?
That’s a steep price.
Su Ming hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to proceed. A secret treasure like the Netherworld Scroll—refining it early meant benefits beyond words. And having it refined sooner would bring peace of mind.
Once he confirmed, a flash of light glowed from the scroll. In the next instant, it turned into golden light and imprinted itself into Su Ming’s arm. A flowing Netherworld River pattern formed there.
The refinement progress of the fortune item also rose to 5%. Suddenly, a surge of profound insight entered Su Ming’s mind. The Netherworld surged, endlessly roaring.
Terrifying Yin energy flooded his body, all being refined within. After a long moment, Su Ming opened his eyes. Lightning flickered within them. He pointed forward.
Boom!
A wave of dark energy erupted from his fingertip, as if the power of the Netherworld had manifested.
“You have comprehended the Dao Technique: Netherfinger.”
Netherfinger Dao Technique!
At the very least, this was a Purple-grade Dao Technique!
One finger strike, aimed straight at the soul!
“Not bad.”
Su Ming was very satisfied.
Though he spent a steep 20,000 points, the gain was enormous. With a thought, he opened his personal panel.
Host: Su Ming
Identity: Demon Emperor’s Son of the Three Thousand Great Worlds
Realm: Myriad Laws Realm
Physique: Primordial True Demon Heart, Ancestral Dragon Sacred Body (15%)
Cultivation Technique: Demon Emperor Scripture
Fortune Item: Netherworld Scroll (5%)
Divine Abilities: Supreme Demon Art, Holy Demon Fist, Primordial Demon Eye (Basic), Netherfinger
Artifacts: Extreme Ice Talisman (40%)
Demon Lord Charm Points: 36,000
Su Ming smiled in satisfaction as he looked over his progress. Forget everything else—the simple addition of another fortune item slot already brought him immense satisfaction.
“In time, as the Netherworld Scroll continues to be refined, the rewards will only grow.”
Su Ming understood well just how much potential this scroll held. It was a true relic of an Emperor. The Netherworld Emperor had once been a mighty ruler in ancient times.
All his lifetime’s cultivation had been condensed into this scroll. And most importantly—within the sacred diagram lay the path to his ascension as Emperor: the Netherworld!
For most warriors, to reach the Dao Path Realm was to command a holy land, enjoying supreme status.
But in the eyes of a Great Emperor? Those were just cannon fodder…