Chapter 176: The Divine Artifact – Falling Snowflakes

“From the Netherworld…”
Chen Xiao pondered for a moment before muttering to himself, “So that was the protection of the Sea God. In the Netherworld? No wonder the Atlantis Empire has searched for thousands of years without success. But I seem to have left a mark there as well. I wonder how Xiu Mang is doing now.”
The Netherworld, the human world, and the world of supernatural abilities are all separate realms. Chen Xiao still doesn’t possess the ability to break down the barriers between these worlds, absorb beliefs from the Netherworld, or communicate with Xiu Mang.
However, through the connections between beliefs, he can sense Xiu Mang’s life and safety. At least so far, Xiu Mang is still alive and unharmed.
“Yet the supernatural beings in the Feibin Country are truly poor. Altei and Busda, being super-tier supernatural beings, only have a total of 300,000 star coins?”
Chen Xiao curled his lips. Even the super-tier supernatural beings in the United States had at least 100 million star coins each.
Although Altei and Busda had pitifully little wealth, their life essences were not wasted—they were all fed to the Black Tortoise eggs.
……
The Wanguxu Domain Hunters’ Guild.
Three days had passed since Chen Xiao killed Altei and Busda.
In the form of Flying Claws, Chen Xiao entered the guild’s entrance and threw a round cloth bag onto the task-handling counter.
“Master Flying Claws, you’re back?”
The staff member at the counter immediately wore a flattering smile upon seeing Chen Xiao. News of Chen Xiao killing Altei and Busda had already reached China by now.
“This is Altei’s head. Please check it.”
For special-grade hunting tasks, one had to go to the guild’s elders, but submitting tasks wasn’t that complicated—it could be done right at the regular counter.
At this moment, the hunters around him looked at Chen Xiao with awe and fervent admiration. Killing two eighth-tier strongmen by two ranks, as a sixth-tier being, was an achievement unmatched in history.
“Mr. Flying Claws, the president of our Hunters’ Guild invites you upstairs,” someone said.
After handing in the task, as Chen Xiao considered taking on another special-grade hunting task, a graceful and beautiful girl came down from the second floor and approached him respectfully.
Chen Xiao had expected this, so he wasn’t surprised. After hesitating slightly, he followed the girl upstairs.
In a spacious and elegant room, the president of the Wanguxu Domain Hunters’ Guild, along with three of the most senior elders, stood respectfully to the side. In the central seat sat a slightly overweight middle-aged man.
The man wore a golden robe, looking noble and imposing, with a kind smile on his face.
Upon seeing this man, Chen Xiao’s expression froze slightly. He had never met him before, but since even the guild president treated him with such respect, he must be someone of great importance.
“Hello, Mr. Flying Claws. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mo Ran Sanye, the president of the Hunters’ Guild,” said the middle-aged man, Mo Ran Sanye, after seeing Chen Xiao.

“It turns out to be the president of the Hunters’ Guild. No wonder.” Chen Xiao became secretly vigilant in his heart.
As the saying goes, no one comes to the temple without a reason. Although he had used the alias Fei Zha to kill two Eighth-Level ablers, in the eyes of a giant like the Hunters’ Guild, it was nothing significant—not worth the president’s personal attention.
Yet Chen Xiao’s expression remained completely unchanged. Imitating Fei Zha’s casual demeanor, he said with a smile, “So it’s you, the president. Fei Zha bows in respect.”
Chen Xiao gave a slight bow to Mo Ran Sanye before sitting down on a chair.
“I wonder what important matter the president has for such an insignificant person as me?” Chen Xiao asked with a smile, crossing his legs.
Seeing Chen Xiao’s behavior, the vice president of the Wang Xu Yu Guild and the three elders couldn’t help but frown, while Mo Ran Sanye’s face showed no change, still smiling.
“Feng Lin, you guys go outside first,” Mo Ran Sanye said, waving at the four people beside him. Without hesitation, they left the elegant room.
Only after Feng Lin and the others left did Mo Ran Sanye speak, “Sir, I’m not sure how to address you.”
Hearing this, Chen Xiao replied calmly, “You can call me Fei Zha, or Master Claw. Of course, ‘Thief Lord’ is even better—I prefer that title.”
“You’re not Fei Zha,” Mo Ran Sanye said, still smiling.
“Then who am I if not Fei Zha?” Chen Xiao tilted his head, looking at Mo Ran Sanye with a half-smile. He was extremely confident in his disguise skills, and his movements had always been hidden, leaving no clues.
“I don’t know,” Mo Ran Sanye replied frankly. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
“Then I’ll just be Fei Zha then,” Chen Xiao said, pouting. “President, is this really why you called me?”
“Of course not,” Mo Ran Sanye shook his head. “Indeed, who you are isn’t important. What matters is that you have the ability.”
“If the president has something to say, please speak directly. I’m in a hurry,” Chen Xiao said, frowning slightly.
“Alright,” Mo Ran Sanye said, unimpressed by Chen Xiao’s attitude. “I’ve come to assign you a task.”
“Oh? A task? What task is it that deserves the president’s personal effort?” Chen Xiao thought for a moment before saying, “Besides, as the president of the Hunters’ Guild, you surely have plenty of strong members. Why bother seeking out a mere Sixth-Level abler like me?”
Mo Ran Sanye shook his head and sighed bitterly. “Let me tell you the truth. This task is to hunt down a Ninth-Level powerhouse hidden in the mortal world. This Ninth-Level warrior has an extremely strong sense of perception toward the outside world. Any other Ninth-Level warrior who gets close to him will be detected.”
“But you, Thief Lord, were able to deceive the senses of two Eighth-Level ablers and kill them. I think you can also hide from a Ninth-Level warrior’s perception.”
As he spoke, Mo Ran Sanye stared intently at Chen Xiao.

“Hunt a ninth-tier powerhouse?” Chen Xiao rolled his eyes and said, “Why don’t you just let me die?”
Chen Xiao shook his head like a rattle, “I can’t take on this task. Last time I killed an eighth-tier abler, it caused severe backlash damage to me, and it took three days to recover. I have no chance at all against a ninth-tier powerhouse.”
Mo Ran Sanye seemed to have anticipated Chen Xiao’s reaction and continued, “If you, the Thief Lord, are willing to take on this task, I will gift you a divine artifact.”
“A divine artifact?” Chen Xiao curled his lips. He reached out and took out the Remnant Wind Dagger he had obtained from Cang Hai Cheng Kong. “Isn’t this also considered a divine artifact? I’m not short of ‘divine artifacts’.”
“No,” Mo Ran Sanye shook his head. “This is just a top-tier magic weapon—by no means a divine artifact. The divine artifacts I’m talking about are true divine artifacts, surpassing magic weapons, spirit artifacts, and virtual divine artifacts—artifacts forged by ancient gods themselves.”
As he spoke, a white glow appeared in Mo Ran Sanye’s hand, and a three-foot-long, pure-white staff adorned with countless strange runes appeared in his grasp.
The moment the staff appeared, the temperature in the air dropped by over ten degrees.
“This is…” A faint blue light flashed in Chen Xiao’s eyes as his mental power sensed the subtle divine aura emanating from the staff.
“The divine artifact staff, ‘Falling Snowflakes’.” Mo Ran Sanye swayed the staff slightly in the air, and crystal-clear snowflakes formed and slowly drifted down.
“President, are you joking?” Chen Xiao became instantly alert. “Using a true divine artifact to exchange for the life of a mere ninth-tier abler seems a bit absurd.”
“No. In my eyes, the value of this divine artifact staff is far less than the Wolf King’s Heart of the Eight Extreme Wolves,” Mo Ran Sanye said seriously. “If you, the Thief Lord, are willing to take on this task, then this staff is yours now. With this divine artifact staff, you can easily kill the Wolf King of the Eight Extreme Wolves.”
“The Wolf King’s Heart of the Eight Extreme Wolves…”
Chen Xiao frowned slightly. Mo Ran Sanye’s words stirred his heart.
A divine artifact held great significance for Chen Xiao. Although there were divine artifacts in the Main God’s Space, they were all deep within treasure vaults, and Chen Xiao didn’t yet have the ability to access them.
The power within Chen Xiao was the power of the Main God. Aside from special artifacts like the Three Divine Artifacts of the Sea God, he could easily wield other divine artifacts without any issues.
Chen Xiao himself knew that Mo Ran Sanye was only willing to give him this artifact because no one else in the Abler World could use it. Even virtual gods could only barely control such artifacts through their own virtual divine laws.
As for ordinary people, holding a divine artifact wouldn’t allow them to exert much power—it might not even be as effective as a decent spirit artifact.
But in Chen Xiao’s hands, the artifact could fully unleash its power, and killing a ninth-tier abler was not impossible.

“How does the ‘Thief Lord’ feel about it?” Mo Ran Sanye asked again, seeing Chen Xiao hesitating.
“The president truly has incredible powers; even real divine artifacts can be obtained by him,” Chen Xiao said with a smile. “If I refuse now, wouldn’t that be showing a lack of gratitude?”
“So you’ve accepted?” Mo Ran Sanye’s eyes lit up.
“I still have one condition,” Chen Xiao said, raising one finger. “This divine artifact is merely a bargaining chip for me to take on the task. Whether I complete it or not, it still belongs to me. Of course, rest assured, President—Fei Zha, the Thief Lord, has a reputation in this world of superpowers; I wouldn’t do something that only brings benefits without doing any work.”
“Agreed,” Mo Ran Sanye nodded.
“As for the reward after completing the task…”
“Just say it,” Mo Ran Sanye said, already smiling.
“Good. Then I hope that after I complete the task and obtain the Wolf Emperor’s Heart from the Eight Extreme Wolf Emperor, you can promise me three things within the scope of your authority as the president of the Hunters’ Guild,” Chen Xiao said after thinking for a moment.
“As long as it doesn’t go against the interests of the Hunters’ Guild,” Mo Ran Sanye added.
“Deal,” Chen Xiao smiled slightly.
Mo Ran Sanye then burst into laughter and handed the divine artifact, Snowflakes Drifting, to Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao understood that killing this Eight Extreme Wolf Emperor, who had extremely strong perception skills, was not possible for ordinary ninth-level superhumans. They would be detected the moment they approached, allowing the wolf emperor to escape.
Moreover, since this Eight Extreme Wolf Emperor was hidden in the mundane world, even the strongest beings from the Origin Realm couldn’t attack him. Perhaps in the entire world of superpowers, only someone like Chen Xiao, who could completely conceal the fluctuations of their spiritual energy, could get close to him.