Chapter 539: Chapter 326: Slaughtering Dogs and Sheep_2
The man hesitated for a moment,
"Please enlighten me, my Lord..."
Lu Yi snorted coldly,
"Investigate! Who dares to defy my orders and cause trouble in the capital at this time? Kill without mercy!"
"Yes!"
The puppet swayed and immediately transformed into flames, burning itself into a pile of ashes.
At the same time, a shopkeeper opened his eyes, looking puzzled, and walked outside to find an acquaintance, summoning a clerk.
"Anyone come lately, asking for a reward for merit?"
The clerk shook his head,
"Didn’t you instruct everyone to keep a low profile, to do nothing until the new monarch ascends?"
"Strange... Could they be from out of town? Doesn’t seem right..."
The two were whispering when suddenly a bearded man walked into the pawnshop, and they immediately fell silent.
This man was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and chest like iron plates, arms like a gorilla, and a square forehead with a bushy beard. He looked anything but benevolent, as if he were a fugitive wanted by the court.
The two were momentarily intimidated by his presence, staring at him in silence.
"Found items, pawn for cash."
Chen Xuantian casually tossed the Left Supervisory Tribute’s iron boxing gloves onto the counter with a "clang!"
The shopkeeper put on a professional smile, glanced at them, then his smile froze.
"Customer, these are from the government office... The shop dares not accept..."
Chen Xuantian’s expression was indifferent, he pinched a seal and lit the Divine Sect Secret Talisman on the signboard,
"What dare not, aren’t you all part of the Divine Sect’s Si State Branch."
"...May I ask, who are you?"
The shopkeeper and clerk’s faces turned cold, surreptitiously on guard, prepared to act.
Chen Xuantian said,
"I am acting on the orders of the Dharma King, you are not worthy to know my identity, just hand over the resources."
The shopkeeper and clerk were dumbfounded, exchanged glances,
"By order of the Dharma King, which Dharma King?"
Chen Xuantian chuckled,
"Do I really need to spell it out? Naturally, it’s Lu Dharma King lurking in the Qing Palace, surely you don’t want me to contact him directly, do you."
"..."
The shopkeeper wanted to speak but hesitated, tangled with his thoughts.
The shopkeeper nodded to the clerk, instructed,
"We will take the items, go get the Gold and Silver Pills for this friend to use."
Chen Xuantian added,
"Don’t need too much gold and silver, take more healing elixirs, the rest count as Blood Coin."
The shopkeeper,
"...Friend, acting so openly, aren’t you afraid of eavesdropping and exposing your identity?"
Chen Xuantian chuckled,
"Afraid of nothing, if things go wrong, I’ll just kill my way out alone, won’t drag you down."
The shopkeeper really wanted to say how not to drag him down, he was just reprimanded by the Dharma King because of you, but out of basic professionalism of being undercover in the Central Plains, he endured and restrained himself, not rushing to act, waiting to report to the Lord... Besides, is this guy really from the Divine Sect? Where does one address the Dharma King directly as such...
Soon the clerk came with a box of cultivation materials, gave a look to indicate a tracking charm had been hidden, so the shopkeeper tacitly understood, patiently asked,
"All the cultivation resources are here, use them as needed, and if you have any messages, need me to communicate them?"
Chen Xuantian glanced over the goods, coldly snorted,
"Mind your own business, or I’ll slap you to death."
The shopkeeper took a deep breath... endured.
Yes, endured, because although this man was only at the Golden Core Realm, it was obviously a temporary skin sack, and the Primordial Spirit within, was extremely powerful!
Yes, extremely powerful!
Although everyone was from the Divine Sect, although the shopkeeper was also a dignified altar master, already cultivated his own Blood God’s Son.
But precisely because of this, when locked onto by the other’s Primordial Spirit, the shopkeeper could clearly feel the fundamental difference between them.
Trembling, shivering, quivering.
Just like a lamb, being stared at by a hungry tiger, prey facing a predator, an instinctive fear arises.
The ferocity in the other’s eyes unmistakably debated only between ’eat now’ and ’eat later.’
This pressure, not something an ordinary Blood God’s Son can bring, but one of a Lord level, an upper echelon’s dominion over the blood food, leaving almost no room for resistance.
No need to doubt, this person is definitely from the Divine Sect, and likely at the level of the Ten Extremes Venerable Master, at least has practiced the orthodox Heavenly Book, given True Inheritance from the Divine Lord!
After all, as an altar master, naturally aware the characteristic of Divine Sect Cultivation Method, each death strengthens the subsequent resurrection! Not only Domineering Body Technique but even more so for the Blood God’s son’s great method! Each reincarnation, the Primordial Spirit greatly enhances! The more reincarnations, the stronger the Primordial Spirit Method’s power! Reaching the Blood River or Sea, the strength to hold the Divine Soul increases!
However, people usually reincarnate up to three lives, only rare Dao seeds in the Mystic Sect, can reincarnate a few more times using the Secret Book of Soldier Resolution, nine times being the limit!
Even those within the Divine Sect, if repeatedly reincarnating, inevitably mix with others’ memories and souls, eventually changing temperament, no longer human.
But this bearded one’s Primordial Spirit strength, clearly isn’t just a reincarnation or two! At least a dozen or twenty times!
This is as if one has undergone countless Soldier Resolutions and rebirths! Death and reincarnation! Entering hell as going home! Shattering reincarnation like going to the market! Already reached an unimaginably powerful level!
In the presence of such an existence, the myriad cult members of the Divine Sect are nothing but essence blood, fragmented souls, food, a drop in the overwhelming blood sea. All ultimately unite, return to the blood sea, become one, under the supreme will of the other, become but a shadow beneath his feet.