roccoschili Chapter 107 Wuyun City
Chapter 107 Wuyun City
Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Wuyun CityThe great sun rises, sweeping away the darkness.
The two people in the deserted temple slowly opened their eyes. Although they hadn’t slept all night, they were unusually excited and not a bit drowsy.
"Haha, Zhong Lin, I’ve refined my liver." Mei Weixuan shouted excitedly.
Mei Weixuan began with his heart, and the liver was his second organ.
"I’ve also completed the refinement of my lungs."
Zhong Lin was also smiling; he had finished refining his lungs overnight, which meant a fifth of his internal organs were done, saving half a month of time.
Zhong Lin looked down at the Five Poison Beast in the jade box. This creature truly was a rare treasure, allowing him to complete the refinement of his internal organs in the shortest time possible.
The most important thing was that there was no worry about the Five Labors and Seven Injuries caused by improper manipulation of Qi-blood.
"According to the book, the Five Poison Beast feeds once every three days. At this rate, by the time we return to Wuyun City, we’ll have completed our refinement of the internal organs. I’m excited just thinking about how surprised everyone will be when we get back," Mei Weixuan said happily.
"I’ll keep the Five Poison Beast for now, and we can discuss distribution after we return to Tianyang City."
"Alright."
Even among brothers, clear accounts need to be kept, especially with such a precious item that could determine the rise and fall of a faction. Naturally, the distribution requires careful discussion, but ultimately, the forces behind them will decide. Their role is to utilize the Five Poison Beast to cultivate well and maximize their benefits.
After extinguishing the remaining flames of the campfire, the two didn’t linger much and set off on their horses.
Throughout the journey, Mei Weixuan didn’t indulge in sightseeing or visiting brothels; instead, he and Zhong Lin
"Yes, young master, please."
Under Er Xi’s guidance, the two stepped into Wuyun City.
Due to the Treasure Pavilion, Wuyun City was particularly crowded, at least several times more than Tianyang City, and everyone coming and going was tall and strong, with powerful muscles, wielding weapons. Some even had strong qi and blood, clearly having consolidated their Qi-blood to become Middle Third Grades Martial Artists.
Ka-ka-ka!
A sound of orderly marching came from the other end of the street. Zhong Lin looked up and saw a hundred-man squad of soldiers, each wearing yellow armor and wielding long spears, exuding powerful strength.
"Young master, because so many martial artists came to Wuyun City for the Treasure Pavilion, these soldiers were sent to maintain order," Er Xi explained.
Zhong Lin frowned and asked curiously, "Can they manage?"
The soldiers seemed well-equipped, but on closer inspection, most were ordinary, just larger and stronger, with only a few leaders being Martial Artists but not having consolidated their Qi-blood.
With the arrogance of those martial artists from Jianghu, how could they possibly be intimidated by these soldiers?
"Young master, their main task is to manage the commoners in the city."
Boom!
A loud noise came from afar as a figure fell from a rooftop, crashing heavily into a market stand and destroying most of the goods under the impact.
A robust monk with a string of large prayer beads around his neck followed, leaping down from the rooftop and bulling his way through the crowd.
"Wang Lingshuang, let’s see where you can run this time?"
Wang Lingshuang got up from the ground, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, and cursed, "Damn bald donkey, I just killed a couple of civilians, and you’ve been chasing me for half a month. Those civilians have nothing to do with you, so why keep pursuing me?"
"Hmph! Wang Lingshuang, for your wanton slaughter of innocents, if Heaven won’t claim you, then Buddha will. Great Vajra Palm!"
The monk stomped and struck with his palm.
Boom!
A terrifying power instantly struck. The monk’s palm faintly glowed golden under the sunlight.
Wang Lingshuang’s face changed dramatically. He didn’t dare to resist and turned to flee.
But the monk was faster, striking him right on the back.
Suddenly, Wang Lingshuang staggered as if hit by a heavy blow.
Pfft!
Spitting blood, he stumbled forward a few steps and then collapsed, his life or death unknown.
The surrounding crowd scattered in panic.
The monk walked over, looked at Wang Lingshuang, recited a Buddhist chant, and said coldly, "Amitabha, Heaven-spawned misfortunes can be lived through, self-made misfortunes cannot. You slaughtered innocent civilians in the past; dying by Buddha’s hand can be considered your redemption."
With that, he turned and left, leaving behind a mess and a corpse.
The surrounding commoners and the damaged merchants could only watch helplessly as the monk left, not daring to express any dissatisfaction.
Clang clang clang!
The patrolling guards arrived belatedly, expertly removing the body and advising the merchants not to provoke those martial artists.
No compensation was mentioned — neither from the monk nor the patrolling guards. All losses were borne by the merchants themselves, illustrating the plight of the common people.
Of course, this is also the privilege of martial artists, for this is a world where power lies with the individual. Isn’t that what martial arts cultivation is all about?