Immortal Paladin-027 Divine Possession

Immortal Paladin-027 Divine Possession

027 Divine Possession
Jia Yun was
winning
.
It wasn’t just a little advantage—she was
decimating
Fan Shi.
She was faster.
Stronger.
Her three tails whipped through the air as she weaved between attacks with inhuman grace, her fans sending out slicing arcs of wind and ice with every motion.
Fan Shi dodged by a hair’s breadth each time, but I could tell—she was struggling.
And it pissed me off.
I activated
Voice Chat.
"Fan Shi, sidestep to the left, then pivot. She's aiming for your legs."
Fan Shi obeyed without hesitation, narrowly avoiding a crescent slash of wind that would’ve tripped her up.
"Now
jump
—she’s setting up for a follow-up strike."
She leaped just as an ice spear shot out from beneath her.
I exhaled.
My Perception, Wisdom, and Intelligence stats were putting in
overtime
for this one.
Reading into an enemy's attack pattern like this? I wouldn't have been able to do it in a normal PvP match back in
Lost Legends Online
. But here, where I could perceive Qi—
really
perceive it at superhuman levels—I saw more than just movements.
I saw
flows
.
Currents
.
Subtle shifts in energy that revealed the
intent
behind an attack before it even happened.
Divine Sense had lots of
flavor text
in LLO.
One of them was being granted insight into an opponent’s techniques.
Of course, that never actually manifested as a game mechanic. It was just one of those immersion-boosting descriptions slapped onto a useless passive.
But here?
Here, as I got more used to observing and deducing Qi—its movements, its pulses, its reactions—Divine Sense had evolved into something
real
.
And what I was sensing from Pan Xia made me
very
suspicious.
I didn’t confront him.
Not yet.
Instead, I honed in on him.
There was an energy connection.
A
solid
,
hidden
thread linking him to Jia Yun.
The skill she was using—this
Bloodline Art
—either didn’t fully belong to her, or it required
someone else
for activation.
Could I be wrong? Maybe.
But I
knew
Pan Xia was supplying energy to her.
And it
wasn’t
Qi.
It wasn’t Mana, either.
It felt different.
In LLO, there were
Ultimate Skills
that players could
never
use even if they met the requirements.
Not because they lacked the proficiency.
Not because they lacked the stats.
But because sometimes—just sometimes—those skills required an
energy cost
that went beyond what a player could normally access unless they fulfilled the relevant quests.
Was this that kind of situation?
Before I could think about it further, I noticed Pan Xia looking at me.
An amused smile spread across his face.
“Is there a problem,
Senior Da
?” he asked smoothly. "If looks could kill, I would have died ten times over."
I rolled my shoulders. "That’s an exaggeration."
But my eyes stayed on him.
"That
is
a weird technique, though."
His expression didn’t change, but I saw the briefest flicker in his eyes.
A flinch.
He hid it well.
Don’t worry, Pan Xia. I wasn’t going to expose your cheating.
Yet.
Or maybe never? Because I was feeling… particularly vindictive today.
He smoothly redirected the conversation, playing dumb.
"You must be referring to what’s happening below, yes?" he said, gesturing to the fight. "Bloodline Arts are very rare, after all. The
Nine-Tailed Fox Ascendance
is a
Secret Art
—one that allows its caster to borrow power from an
Immortal Beast
."
Ah.
So it was like a Paladin or a Priest summoning a deity into their body.
Interesting.
And
very
convenient.
Back in
Lost Legends Online
, I never chose a deity to serve.
No gods. No patrons. No fancy blessings or divine sponsors.
That meant no
Divine Descent
, the strongest ability a Paladin could have.
And because of that, my damage potential suffered—badly.
For a good one or two seasons, I was stuck at the bottom of the rankings, grinding skill points while everyone else was popping off with their
Divine Descent
builds. I could’ve jumped ship, reset my skills, or even rerolled a new character.
But I
didn’t
.
Why?
Because I was waiting.
Patiently.
I had my eyes set on an upcoming class update for Paladins—one that would let me play exactly how I
wanted
to play.
You see,
Lost Legends Online
wasn’t exactly
forgiving
to old players. Resetting skill points was more painful than just deleting your character and starting from scratch. Most players did
just that
. But me? I
persevered
.
And then the update finally arrived.
The
Divine Path of the Paladin Legacy
.
And with it came a skill no one expected to be
as
stupidly broken as it was.
A skill called
Divine Possession
.
Now, when the devs started teasing it, most players ignored it outright.
A skill that
halved
your stats? In exchange for
possessing
another character—whether they were a Player, NPC, or even a random mob?
Yeah. Hard pass.
And then they made it worse.
If you learned
Divine Possession
, you were
locked out
of
Divine Descent
forever. No refunds. No take-backs. You were making a deal with the
worst
kind of devil—bad game design.
And what did you
get
for this trade?
A possessed character buffed with half your stats but at the cost of
shared control
.
Which meant the
other
guy could fight back while
you
were trying to use them.
Most players who tried it rage-quit on the spot.
But me?
I saw
potential
.
I started using it in PvP.
On my
opponents
.
And then I’d
attack myself like a lunatic
.
Because guess what?
Friendly fire was real
.
And I had
three
resurrection ultimates.
So even if they
self-destructed
, I’d just
come back
.
And the worst part?
I’d spam their skills like a madman—burning all their mana, wasting their abilities, and making their movements look like a drunk toddler was at the keyboard.
If I could’ve burned through
Ultimate Skills
, it would’ve been
completely
busted. But even without that, it was
enough
.
It was
warped
.
It was
effective
.
And best of all?
No one could
adapt
.
Eventually, word spread.
More Paladins started copying my strategy.
Possession became the
strongest
crowd-control skill in the game.
Wasting skills became the
ultimate troll move
.
For a while,
Paladins were meta
.
And then—because the universe can’t let me have nice things—the devs
nerfed it into the ground
.
Now, whenever a Paladin used
Divine Possession
, their
real body
stayed behind.
Vulnerable.
Unmoving.
Completely
free
to be targeted.
And what happened after that?
Everyone
who had been salty about Paladins
finally
got their revenge.
For weeks, Paladins were getting deleted the moment they tried to possess
anyone
.
Spam
every
ultimate on them? Yes.
Blow them up with overkill damage? Absolutely.
Make their existence a living hell? Without question.
So why am I rambling on about all this?
Well…
Because I was about to
screw someone
with
Divine Possession
.
In this situation, what was the best part about
Divine Possession
?
It didn’t have
any
animation or visual effects.
No glowing sigils. No fancy light shows. No dramatic wind effects.
Nothing.
Just a clean, silent transfer.
And right now, I was
tempted
.
I could use it on Jia Yun and have her suffer a
humiliating
defeat. The sheer
schadenfreude
of watching her lose in the dumbest way possible was… enticing.
Or I could
use
it on Fan Shi. Maximize her skill usage, abuse
my
stats, and show these cheating bastards who was
really
the boss.
But I was an
adult
.
And there was no
need
for anyone to lose face here.
Who knew? Maybe this whole thing could be solved with just…
talking
.
I smiled. “As expected of the Cloud Mist Sect. Truly a formidable force.”
Pan Xia huffed and turned away.
Divine Possession.
A
sharp
dip in my mana. A shift in my senses.
And suddenly, I was seeing myself from a
third-person
perspective—through
Pan Xia’s
eyes.
Then the shift continued, pulling me forward—deeper.
First-person view.
I blinked.
I was no longer in
my
body.
Pan Xia's mind tried to fight back, but I squashed his will with the utter difference in our stats. It was something that would have been normally impossible in LLO if we were at the same level or if his stats were a bit closer to mine. I remembered one-sidedly possessing NPCs and massively lower-level players, so this one-sided possession must be the result of something similar.
I guessed that even if my stats were halved, I was still stronger than this guy... stat-wise at least.
The next thing I did was subtly angle Pan Xia’s fan to
cover
my face while stealing a glance at my real body.
And I saw…
me
.
Standing there.
Looking back.
And smiling.
Huh?
Weird.
Wasn’t my
main body
supposed to be
motionless
?
I watched as the other me—my original body—lifted a hand.
And reached out to me through
Voice Chat
.
[…Greetings, My Lord.]
The voice was
mechanical
.
[My name is
David_69
, your Holy Spirit.]
…
What the fuck?!
I
almost
lost composure right then and there.
I had too many questions.
Too many
concerns
.
But I had
other
matters to attend to.
I pushed down the
what the fucks
piling up in my brain and addressed
69
through
Voice Chat
.
"We will talk another time. Protect us in the meantime and don’t act too suspiciously. Moreover, continue guiding Fan Shi on how to defeat her opponent via Voice Chat. If you can’t, prioritize giving her instructions in a way that she receives the least harm."
I had no idea how
he
worked, but if he had my stats, then he should be able to
power-compute
the most optimal paths for Fan Shi, right?
There was a brief pause.
Then
69
replied, [I understand, My Lord.]
I
hoped and prayed
this dude wouldn’t suddenly betray me by
jumping off the VIP balcony
or something.
That would be… ugh.
“You look worried, Daoist Pan.”
Long Xieren’s voice broke through my thoughts.
I ignored him.
I didn’t have much in the way of acting skills, but here goes nothing.
I couldn't exactly summon tears on command, but surely, I could at least pretend to be a brooding sage—not to be disturbed, lost in contemplation of the vast mysteries of the world.
With a slow, measured exhale, I lowered my gaze and angled my fan slightly to cast a shadow over my face.
Mysterious. Enigmatic. Tragic.
If anyone looked at me now, they’d think I was contemplating the weight of destiny itself.
But in reality?
I tapped into
Voice Chat
.
Inside
Pan Xia’s
head.
"What’s happening?! What did you do to me?!"
His panic hit me like a flood.
I took my time before responding, speaking with deliberate slowness.
Measured. Patient. Like a celestial master gazing down upon the tribulations of a mere mortal struggling to comprehend the vastness of the heavens.
"Calm yourself, Daoist Pan,"
I murmured.
"Calm myself? CALM MYSELF?! I CAN’T MOVE! I CAN’T USE MY QI! I CAN’T—"
"Shhh."
"DON’T ‘SHHH’ ME—"
"Shhhhhh."
That shut him up.
"Good,"
I said, voice as tranquil as a still lake.
"Now, listen well. What you are experiencing… is but a mere glimpse of the immensity of heaven and earth."
"What does that even mean?! Who are you?!"
"Who am I? Ah… That is a question many have asked. Few have received an answer."
"ANSWER ME, DAMN YOU!"
I let out a soft chuckle.
Sage-like. Knowing. Infinitely patient.
"Daoist Pan, do you truly believe that the heavens revolve around you? That your struggles are unique? That you are beyond the reach of fate?"
"What are you—"
"Consider the sky above. It does not mourn when a storm is born, nor does it celebrate when the sun shines once more. It simply is—immovable, untouchable, unshaken by mortal concerns. The same is true of the great Dao."
A pause. A long,
stunned
pause.
It was eight-grader syndrome bullshit. Or maybe some dialogue script I overheard somewhere…
But meh…
I could practically
hear
the gears in his head grinding together, trying to decipher my words.
"What… what do you want from me?"
"Want? Ah, Daoist Pan… You assume much."
Silence again.
Then, cautiously, he asked,
"Then why are you… in my mind?"
"Ah."
I sighed wistfully.
"Why does the wind blow? Why do the stars shine? Why does the river flow ceaselessly toward the sea?"
"THAT DOESN’T ANSWER ANYTHING!"
"Doesn’t it?"
Another silence.
I could feel the
frustration
. The
despair
. The
helplessness
.
Pan Xia was grasping at understanding—trying to ground himself in reality, only to find the ground had been
pulled out from under him
.
Good.
Let him
stew
. Let him
question
. Let him
doubt
.
I smiled faintly, outwardly maintaining my brooding sage act as I continued my silent monologue inside Pan Xia’s mind.
This was getting fun.
Too fun.
Fan Shi was barely hanging on by the skin of her teeth.
Jia Yun’s rampage had reached its peak—her movements were swift, her attacks relentless, her power overwhelming. Every time Fan Shi dodged, it was by the slimmest of margins. Every counterattack was met with force several times greater.
Yet, despite all that, Fan Shi endured.
Because 69 was far more capable than I had given him credit for.
I had fought opponents twenty levels above me before and barely managed to eke out a victory—but that was with
items
. That was with buffs, with potions, with some ridiculous game-breaking exploits that let me cheat the numbers.
This?
This was just
raw skill
.
And it was
awesome
.
I let out a quiet breath, keeping my posture still and composed—or rather, keeping
Pan Xia’s
posture still and composed. My mind, however, was racing. This was the first time I had seen Divine Possession work like this in
real life
.
If I had known it would be this effective, I would have used it sooner. I wanted to use it on Jiang Zhen as part of an experiment, but he suddenly forfeited.
I turned
Pan Xia’s
head, making sure his gaze locked onto my own body sitting across the way.
Pan Xia—or rather, the part of him still aware that
something was wrong
—was losing his mind.
“RELEASE ME! I AM A GRAND ELDER OF THE CLOUD MIST-”
"Shh."
I silenced him through Voice Chat, my voice calm.
"Pan Xia,"
I continued,
"I don’t like cheaters. I don’t like bullies. And I especially don’t like people who think they are above being fair."
His panic sharpened into pure terror.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
he tried to lie.
"You’re not stupid. You know exactly what I’m talking about."
He couldn’t respond.
"This will be my only warning to you. While your reputation remains intact, I suggest you no longer stray from the righteous path."
And with a thought—
snap.
I severed the energy connection he had tied to Jia Yun.
Immediately, the transformation below unraveled.
Jia Yun’s body convulsed mid-attack. Her nine-tailed fox form flickered, the blue flames and icy mist dissipating in an instant. Her expression twisted in confusion, then horror.
Then, her body gave out.
With a dull
thud
, Jia Yun collapsed onto the arena floor, unconscious.
Fan Shi stood over her, victorious—but barely. Her body swayed slightly, her breathing ragged, but she remained on her feet.
And then—
I left Pan Xia’s body
.
I blinked, suddenly back in my own first-person perspective, my own hands resting where I had left them.
Across from me, Pan Xia sat frozen. His face had gone pale. His lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something—but no words came out.
Instead, he turned his head ever so slightly, glancing around, as if searching for something.
Good.
I had gone to
great lengths
to save him face.
Hopefully, he
heard
my warning loud and clear.
But knowing the xianxia genre…
I
really
couldn’t let my guard down.
Chances were, he didn’t even know it was me.
If he
suspected
, he’d never dare try to confirm it or confront me. If he did, it would probably be with the backing of his Sect—which I
doubted
he would have. After all,
I
basically had the backing of the Isolation Path Sect, though in name only.
That said, Pan Xia would also need
solid evidence
of what I just did.
There was no premise for him making trouble. No excuse.
Because everything that happened…
Happened
in his mind
.

.
!
027 Divine Possession