stonecrandall Chapter 30 I'm Fighting a Great Divine Power?
Chapter 30 I'm Fighting a Great Divine Power?
As Zhao Yan pushed his stall back to his residence, thoughts of Xia Chuan still lingered in his mind.
Thinking back to Xia Chuan, he felt a deep sense of regret.
"What a pity for such a promising talent, he just can't cultivate the Dharma."
A person around twenty years old cannot fake their bone age.
That incredible physical strength meant it could crush the avatar of a minor supernatural being with a single hand—
If such talent had been born during the heyday of the Wangchuan Academy, Zhao Yan would have insisted on taking him as his personal disciple.
Unfortunately, he was just a mortal.
The gap between ordinary people and those who seek the Dharma is as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Even though it's a great pity, he can only try to find another successor.
"That kid certainly knows how to give me a hard time."
Zhao Yan sighed, went inside, and closed the doors and windows.
"That beast-like creature that was originally intended to test them was actually crushed to death by that kid."
He muttered to himself, a hint of helpless bitterness in his voice.
"This forced Zhao to take matters into his own hands."
Zhao Yan looked down at the Three True Pursuit of the Void Seal on his right arm.
A thousand years ago, he was murdered by his close friend Jiang Mingzi for trying to protect his wife who had been turned into a corpse.
This Sky-Chasing Seal was personally struck by Jiang Mingzi.
But to be honest, Zhao Yan didn't hate him.
Rather, Zhao Yan believed from the bottom of his heart that being able to befriend someone like Jiang Mingzi, who had such clear likes and dislikes, was the greatest blessing in their lives.
Looking at the brand that emitted a faint fluctuation, Zhao Yan's expression was complicated:
Sanzhen...
Indeed, it is the natural enemy of the Nirvana Corpse.
Even after a thousand years, have they still found me?
That makes sense, after all, Zhao has eaten quite a few people in his life.
Zhao Yan gave a self-deprecating laugh:
Instead, they hypocritically set ridiculous rules for themselves, such as not harming women and children, and not hurting innocent people.
It's really ugly.
Zhao Yan sighed softly, and the image of his wife reappeared in his mind.
(Zhao Yan's wife is pictured)
Senior sister...
Thinking of his wife, Zhao Yan's gaze hardened!
I must survive, by any means necessary.
(Photo of Zhao Yanshuai)
We absolutely must wait until my senior sister is resurrected!
Zhao Yan's gaze was fierce:
Even if it means exterminating the descendants of my friend, I am willing to do so!
The wealthy man from the north of the town, Mr. Wu, had already posted wanted posters all over the town.
If the three righteous men, who hate evil as much as they want, saw this, they would most likely be there.
Let's go and take a look first.
[Innate Divine Ability: Great Evil Blood Body]
A tiny blood-soaked figure emerged from his body.
"Go smaller!"
The blood-soaked man sped off toward the Wu family compound.
News came shortly afterward.
[We've arrived. There are many seekers of the Dharma.]
Meanwhile, inside the Wu family compound.
After everyone had introduced themselves to each other.
"Alright, everyone, let's get down to business."
Master Wu clapped his hands, and a servant carrying two trays walked in.
The three of them looked on curiously.
On one tray lay thick silver ingots, and on the other lay crystal-clear red sand, piled up like a small mountain.
Ma Chao raised an eyebrow:
"Is this the payment? Mr. Wu is certainly generous."
Master Wu laughed heartily and looked at Ma Chao alone:
"This is a deposit for the guru."
"The remaining 80% will be added later!"
Master Wu patted his chest, his voice carrying an almost obsessive resolve:
"Rest assured, everyone, I, Wu, have long been prepared to die."
"Until the demonic corpse is vanquished and the blood feud is avenged, even if I die, the deposit and reward will still stand!"
He sighed, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes:
"If I don't avenge my son's death, I will die with my eyes wide open in disbelief."
Everyone was deeply moved.
Gu Qian was the first to stand up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a loud voice:
"Rest assured, sir! Our Laoshan Dharma Assembly has always taken it upon ourselves to vanquish demons and monsters."
"Now that I've taken on this task, I'll risk my life to make that demonic corpse pay for its blood debt!"
Gu followed closely behind, nodding emphatically:
"My brother's meaning is my meaning."
"Sir, just prepare the wine and food, and we'll have them with us when we return with the demon's head!"
Ah Pao grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and patted the green gourd at his waist.
Big Head didn't speak, but nodded slightly, though his eyes behind the mask were unusually serious.
Ma Chao also stood up and cupped his hands in greeting to Master Wu:
"Although the Three Truths are a small sect, their desire to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path is no different from that of you fellow practitioners."
"We are deeply grateful for the generous treatment you have given us; we will certainly do our utmost to accommodate you."
Master Wu's eyes reddened, and he bowed deeply to the crowd:
"I, Wu, would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the Celestial Masters!"
Everyone rushed forward to help him up.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was lively, as if the demon corpse was already a turtle in a jar and meat on a chopping block.
Only Bai Xiaoxiao stood at the back of the crowd, her vertical eye hidden under her skin twitching slightly, revealing a faint unease.
She always felt that something was watching them from the shadows.
Meanwhile, the bloodied figure, who had quietly crept onto the roof, took in all of this.
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and carefully examined everyone.
The two young twins were of average talent, but they seemed to be carrying magical artifacts.
Judging from their accents, they are from this area and are most likely not descendants of the Three True Ones—after all, the Three True Ones mainly operated in the Central Plains.
A one-eyed, burly man?
Zhao Yan's gaze fell on the gourd at his waist.
The signature weapons of the Sanzhen Sect are talismans and swords. They do possess magical treasures, but their quality would not be so low.
I doubt it either.
The remaining candidates were Big Head and the old man's group.
The old man is easy to talk about, but the group of people generally have low cultivation levels, and they probably can't even beat a minor supernatural corpse.
Zhao Yan's gaze fell on Bai Xiaoxiao and Da Tou.
The only ones worth noting are the two of them.
Big Head carried a paper umbrella on his back, his face mysterious, and it was unknown what secrets he was hiding.
Judging from the feeling, it seems to have the potential to awaken innate supernatural powers.
The magic weapon is truly extraordinary, and its aura is calm and composed—could he be the successor of the Three True Ones?
The girl's words were rather strange; Zhao Yan vaguely sensed a resemblance to himself.
Innate supernatural powers? Is she also a Nirvana Corpse?
But judging from his magical power and aura, it doesn't seem like it.
That's strange.
Zhao Yan sighed inwardly:
"Without testing them, and without knowing which sect or faction they belong to, it has added a lot of risk."
He awoke from a long slumber a few years ago, and currently his strength is only two or three percent of his peak.
Although their strength is reduced to less than one percent, even two or three percent of a great supernatural being is not something a mid-level supernatural being can easily fool.
Not to mention those who seek the Dharma but barely possess minor supernatural powers.
Lost in thought, Zhao Yan noticed that the mysterious man with the large head glanced in the direction of his blood-stained body.
Zhao Yan's heart tightened.
But then the big-headed man slowly spoke:
"It seems that the seniors are being a little too optimistic."
Big Head, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire courtyard.
Everyone frowned and looked at him.
"How should I put it?"
Big Head didn't answer immediately, but slowly raised his head, the large-headed mask with an exaggerated smile facing the roof of the Wu family's main hall.
"Right, the one on the roof?"
His voice was eerily calm, as if he were talking about something trivial:
"Big Head, I don't know how long you've been listening, but since you're doing it so secretly, you're probably not a good person."
Everyone looked up at the roof with surprise and uncertainty.
On the roof?
Gu Qian's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, while Gu Hou took a half step back without making a sound, back to back with his brother.
A Pao gripped the green gourd at his waist, while Ma Chao shielded Miao Qingqing and Huang Erguo behind him.
Bai Xiaoxiao felt a heat between her brows, and her vertical eye quietly opened a crack, its scarlet gaze silently sweeping over every inch of shadow on the roof.
there.
She saw it.
A blood-red figure, no bigger than a palm, was crouching in the shadow of the eaves, its dark eyes coldly watching down below.
Seeing that his bloodied body had been discovered, Zhao Yan sighed.
You should show yourself.
Let's give it a try first.
If there are no true successors of the Three True Ones, or if the situation is not right, just exchange the blood body back and then look for another one.
Then, to everyone's surprise, a green figure suddenly appeared on the roof.
The狰狞 face and mouthful of fangs made everyone take a half step back.
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly at Big Head:
"What a perceptive lad."
"May I ask who your teacher is?"
"A corpse?"
Big Head felt a sense of foreboding and gripped the red paper umbrella on his back tightly.
Wow, such power! Could he be the one Master Wu is looking for revenge against?
Oh no, Big Head might not be able to beat us?
Amidst the solemn gazes of the crowd, Zhao Yan slowly spoke:
"I apologize for coming uninvited."
Zhao Yan bowed to the guests, his manners impeccable, as if he were a guest attending a banquet, not someone there to kill.
"My name is Zhao Yan. I apologize for disturbing you."
His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his lips slowly parted to reveal a mouthful of fangs:
"We've come solely to take the lives of the Three True Disciples!"
"As for the rest of you, please leave!"
Disciples of the Three Truths?
All eyes turned to Ma Chao and his group.
There really is one?
Zhao Yan's lips curled up.
They just happened to be among the weakest ones!
Having obtained the answer he wanted, Zhao Yan no longer concealed his aura.
A terrifying aura swept across the entire courtyard like a tidal wave, and the air seemed to freeze.
That was the oppressive feeling that only a great master could have—not an overwhelming force in terms of sheer volume of magical power, but an overwhelming force in terms of realm and essence, like an ant looking up at the sky, like a mortal facing the might of heaven.
Big Head stared in disbelief, his voice trembling:
"A powerful, magical corpse?!"
Damn it, I'm using some kind of supernatural power?!
Meanwhile.
On the giant rock mountain outside Sanchuan Town.
Gao Haoguang, covered in sweat, groped his way along the mountainside, muttering to himself.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
"The mark of the three truths..."
Where exactly are the magic talismans that Jiang Mingzi sells?
He was extremely anxious, his fingers drawing bloody marks on the rough rock face, but he didn't care about the pain at all.
If what Wang Baxianjun said is true, then something could happen to the Wu family at any time.
Master, Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother, Little Miss—they're still there!
Just when he was about to despair, a familiar, sinister laugh suddenly reached his ears.
"Hehehe, little lady, your husband has certainly buried you deep!"
"I'll dig you out right now."
Gao Haoguang was stunned.
This sound.
He turned his head quickly in disbelief, looking in the direction of the sound.
Under the moonlight, a burly figure was squatting beside a pile of rocks a dozen steps away, frantically digging at the soil with his hands, sending stones flying, looking just like a pangolin digging a hole.
That broad back, that familiar movement—
"Senior brother?!?"
Gao Haoguang's voice even changed tone.
"What are you doing here?!"
Xia Chuan's digging motion suddenly froze.
He slowly turned his head and saw Gao Haoguang's face, which was filled with shock and suspicion.
The smile froze on his face.
Under the moonlight, the two brothers looked at each other.
The air was silent for a full three seconds.
Xia Chuan broke the silence first, clearing his throat and casually brushing the dirt off his hands:
"Ah, Gray, what a coincidence."
"You're here to go hiking too?"