Chapter 39 Gentle Tone, Immense Killing Intent

A gentle tone, immense killing intent.

Fu Xi’s face, overwhelmingly perfect among the male deities, revealed an intent to chop the turtle in front of him into a million pieces. Bei Di Yuqiang felt a pang in his heart and immediately noticed Fu Xi’s state, laughing in anger:

“You’re just damaged, a crippled body, Fu Xi, do you still think you’re at your peak?!”

“Was that fake [Mount Buzhou God] also your arrangement?”

“Are you bullying my Northern Sea as if we have no one?!”

Yuqiang broke free from Fu Xi’s restraints in an instant, and then clenched his five fingers fiercely. His words were full of contempt, but his reaction was swift, without the slightest carelessness. He roared, “Xuanwu’s Body!!!”

When facing Fu Xi, one must go all out.

Then, Xuanwu’s Body, for the second time, did not respond to his call.

Clearly, this time there were no enemies, no Taotie, yet Xuanwu was still out of contact.

Only now did Yuqiang finally remember that he came here because Xuanwu’s Body had suddenly disappeared. His expression froze slightly. In front of him, Fu Xi had already approached, smiling gently, his right hand opened, directly grabbing Yuqiang’s head.

His voice was gentle: “The first time, you dared to stop her?”

Violent power, enough to withstand several blows from Mount Buzhou without dying, suddenly erupted.

Completely without relying on the fake Mount Buzhou beneath Buzhou Fuzi Mountain.

Yuqiang only felt a daze, directly crushed, his face slammed onto the countless fragments of law concepts in the Land of Myriad Laws’ End. The intense pain went straight into his soul. Even he couldn’t help but let out a painful roar: “Xuanwu!!!”

……………………

At this moment, in a certain small world.

The spirit of Xuanwu opened his eyes. At this moment, he had transformed into a man.

In fact, the Ruin has become very humanized and streamlined. The first task for newcomers is very simple, and basically anyone with some merit can pass. Xuanwu was naked, looking around.

A blank sheet of paper appeared on the table, allowing him to choose a set of clothes.

Xuanwu’s pupils were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations. Seeing the clothes already prepared on the cabinet, as an incarnation that originally had no self-awareness, Xuanwu naturally chose to follow the guidance.

A white inner robe.

Covered with a black Daoist robe, hair tied with a wooden hairpin, his eyes indifferent.

Every move seemed to be a pre-programmed procedure.

……………………

At this moment outside, Dai Xiuneng looked at the mission requirements on his jade pendant, and fell into deep confusion and contemplation. Wait, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, this is one hundred thousand Third-Class Merits, which is one thousand Second-Class Merits.

Previously, the entire fortune that Dai Xiuneng took out was a Yellow Turban Warrior Bodyguard Talisman.

Plus three hundred Third-Class Merits.

In theory, the task of receiving newcomers shouldn’t be this high.

At most, it would be one hundred Third-Class Merits.

Wei Yuan felt that this mission was quite important and didn’t quite understand the operations of the Ruin, so he directly took all the private money saved by the Geng-rank envoy of the Ruin, the one who had fed Taotie before, and used it as a mission reward.

This caused Dai Xiuneng’s small team of four to fall into contemplation.

“That’s not right, Captain…” The corners of the mouth of a romantic and lyrical swordsman twitched.

“What kind of mission did you take?”

The green-clothed girl A’Liu said blankly: “One zero, two zeros, three zeros.”

“Wow, so many merits, Boss, we’re rich!”

The cultivator Zhou Fu, who was good at talismans, murmured: “No, that’s not it, A’Liu, we’re in big trouble.”

“Big trouble?”

“Yes…” Dai Xiuneng’s hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

He had just wanted to show off a bit, saying that this newcomer had good psychological qualities and so on.

As a result, he saw such a large merit value and was completely stunned.

“The mission merits in the Ruin Realm are basically proportional to the difficulty of the mission. What I mean is, the more difficult the mission, the higher the merit value. Special missions will also have spirit material rewards, such as my Yellow Turban Warrior Bodyguard Talisman.”

“And this difficulty is also linked to danger.”

“The Ruin is simply the largest capitalist feudal group… full of poisoning.”

Dai Xiuneng added, took a slight breath, and said: “This time’s merit is more than a hundred times that of a normal mission. Only then is it possible for this bastard Ruin to give such a generous reward…”

A’Liu murmured: “A hundred times…”

Dai Xiuneng added:

“If a normal mission is to go out for drinks and food.”

“Then this time, it’s probably that you slip while walking and get run over by a muck truck, or that there are no test papers for you during the exam, so you get crushed to death when you go out to get the test papers, or that you choke to death while eating.”

“Or that you die of a stroke during sex.”

“If you’re guarding a tomb, there will be ghosts dancing in the wild graves, and if you’re drinking, you’ll run into a black market transaction and a gunfight immediately.”

The green-clothed girl’s face gradually turned pale.

“Then, then what do we do?”

Dai Xiuneng pondered and said:

“A very important question, have you bought death benefit insurance from the Ruin?”

“If you bought it, can the beneficiary be me?”

The three teammates’ faces froze, and they simultaneously punched Dai Xiuneng in the face. The swordsman who looked like a playboy directly kicked him in the groin, scaring Dai Xiuneng half to death. He laughed dryly and said, “Just kidding, just kidding, don’t be so nervous…”

“Perhaps it’s just an ordinary mission, don’t be too nervous.”

Seeing that their captain’s expression was calm, the three teammates finally calmed down a little.

They also admired Dai Xiuneng for being able to remain calm in such a situation. He was indeed reliable.

Dai Xiuneng had some confidence in his heart.

Being able to ask those three questions was probably related to the human world.

My human world, there really are great powers!

He was satisfied in his heart, and then thought, since he is a fellow villager, he should give some benefits, at least not skin him alive without anesthesia, right? Maybe this time the fellow villager is giving some benefits? He could only think like this. With the sound of footsteps, the newcomer for the mission finally walked out.

There was nothing strange about him. The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Dai Xiuneng’s expression slowly froze.

Black robe, white clothes, Daoist robe, straw sandals, wooden hairpin.

And, the Taiji diagram on the hem of his clothes was extremely glaring.

Dai Xiuneng lowered his head and looked at the mission target he had transformed into.

“Find key mission items in this world.”

“Mission unlocked”

“Find target – *Taiji Boxing and Sword*"

“Zhenwu Sword.”

“Hidden mission, help ■■■■■■■■ find himself.”

Mission merits, one hundred thousand Third-Class Merits.

Find yourself, one hundred thousand merits, reception mission.

And, Taiji diagram, black Daoist robe.

Zhenwu Sword?

Dai Xiuneng’s face was dull, and then he subconsciously turned his head, saw that his other teammates had not noticed this strangeness, silently counted the number of unreadable characters, and slowly raised his head, looking at the black-robed Daoist in front of him who had an extraordinary temperament and was indifferent like the abyss of the Great Dao, and said:

“…May I ask, what is the Daoist’s name?”

Xuanwu shook his head: “I have no name.”

At this moment, he was at the most struggling and painful time in his heart, but his expression was still silent, and he said indifferently:

“I have no past, I do not know the coming of those who come, nor do I know the going of those who go.”

“Life and death are like morning dew, perhaps, I will soon die as well.”

As Xuanwu’s self-awareness, it dissipated.

Dai Xiuneng took a cold breath, his scalp tingling, feeling that he understood everything.

An amnesiac peerless expert?

Could it be that this is a super expert from the human world, who has lost his memory and re-entered the myriad realms to find himself? Those questions, are they to screen out the reincarnated from the human world to help? Could it be that this is the real purpose of this mission?

Let me think, Taiji diagram, Daoist sect, black Daoist robe.

Famous sword Zhenwu, Taiji Boxing and Sword.

Peerless expert.

Human world.

His identity was obvious, making Dai Xiuneng’s heart beat faster, but he didn’t dare to say it directly. He swallowed, Xuanwu looked at him indifferently, and said, “Someone asked me to come here, saying that I could find the real me. Do you know?”

Dai Xiuneng took a deep breath.

“This…if I’m not mistaken, although you have no past.”

“Do you still remember your relationship with the North?”

Gu Ruan
The Arctic Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Great Emperor!

Dai Xiuneng shouted in his heart.

Xuanwu was slightly startled, not expecting a mortal with such a low cultivation level to have such knowledge. He was indeed the Xuanwu incarnation of the Arctic Emperor Yuqiang. It seemed that the guy who pulled him into the Ruin did have some tricks, so he slowly nodded.

As expected!

Dai Xiuneng was excited in his heart, and then his expression became solemn, making him feel a sense of mission. Was my transmigration and rebirth for this moment? To allow the Four Great Emperors of my human world to return? Ah, I am indeed the son of destiny!

“Don’t worry, I will definitely help you find yourself!”

Dai Xiuneng said slowly.

“I swear!”

The Arctic Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Great Emperor!

“First of all, let’s find what you created before, ah, I mean, find some mission targets.”

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Wei Yuan saw the progress of the matter through the jade pendant and breathed a sigh of relief. *Taiji Boxing and Sword*, Zhenwu Sword, are naturally things from the human world. In fact, Zhenwu Sword was also given to him for use during the sword casting. And *Taiji Boxing and Sword*, now that the Daoist classics are interconnected, as long as it is not the core part, martial arts with such a high degree of circulation as *Taiji Boxing and Sword* cannot be hidden at all.

However, the core Fishing Toad Energy, Entangling Silk Looking at the Moon Energy.

And the Wudang Pill Sword, and Wudang Pure Yang Gong, are not passed on.

Although the Wudang sect leader regretted that if Head Curator Wei specialized in Wudang Pure Yang Gong, he might reach an unprecedented realm, he was sternly rejected by Head Curator Wei with the reason that he was insulting him. Wei Yuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, only hoping that he could rely on a trace of clues to guide Xuanwu to slowly recognize the concept of the Arctic Zhenwu’s existence.

At this moment, in the Land of Myriad Laws’ End.

The violent battle finally ended with the defeat of the Bei Di Yuqiang. Yuqiang retreated step by step, covering his wound, with blood on the corner of his mouth. However, the opposite Fu Xi did not show absolute oppression. The Bei Di wiped the blood, his aura still fierce, and said, “Is this Fu Xi?!”

“But it’s nothing more than that!”

“Wrong.”

Fu Xi stepped forward, his snake tail transformed into a green shirt.

His handsome face had a slight bruise on the corner of his mouth: “It’s just because fighting like this is more enjoyable.”

“But, I’m also tired.”

He raised his hand, his five fingers slowly clenched together. In the void, countless concepts converged and turned into chains. Yuqiang did not relax in the slightest. When he forcibly broke free, he suddenly realized that countless chain traps had been laid around him during the battle just now.

Accompanied by a whistling sound, Bei Di Yuqiang’s limbs and head were all bound by conceptual chains.

Fu Xi sat down on a tall chair that appeared out of nowhere, his expression indifferent. He casually waved his sleeve, forcibly bringing figures from the past in this area where time had no value. The world became extremely deep and terrifying, and the Bei Di, locked by chains, suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricted.

He was like a sinner waiting for judgment, locked in the middle.

Ten tall seats around him.

They were not truly present here, but figures like towering pillars cast indifferent gazes. Yuqiang’s expression slowly solidified. He recognized that these figures were all Top Ten peaks, but their expressions lacked a sense of reality and were just false manifestations in this Land of Myriad Laws’ End.

But soon, real brilliance appeared in the eyes of Lu Wu, Gonggong, and Dijun.

Thus, these three directly turned from false to real.

Fu Xi said indifferently: “Yuqiang should be punished, deny his existence from the level of heavenly secrets.”

Dijun understood what had happened and responded:

“Deny his existence from the Mandate of Heaven.”

“Deny his existence from the order.”

Gonggong’s tone carried a hint of violent killing intent:

“Deny his existence from the Water of Myriad Laws, the foundation of heaven and earth.”

“!!!”

Yuqiang finally understood what this meant, and struggled violently, his voice finally filled with a miserable roar: “This seat is the Emperor of the Northern Sea, you have no right, no right, this seat acts under the heavens, acts under the heavens…”

Fu Xi said calmly: “Okay, the heavens?”

“Then, this seat will kill you on behalf of the Heavenly Dao.”

“Do you agree?”

Yuqiang still struggled violently.

An eleventh seat appeared in the void, and a voice shrouded in a black robe answered:

“Nuwa has kindness towards me.”

A vast voice answered:

“Deny the legitimacy of Yuqiang’s actions from the Heavenly Dao level.”

The color slowly drained from Yuqiang’s face. The surrounding ten voices became more and more vast and distant, as if they came from a distant world. Light, color, the feeling of his body, and the fullness of his power were all stripped away, leaving only indifferent, cold, real, and illusory voices.

Deny his existence from the Heavenly Dao, concept, heavenly secrets, time, Mandate of Heaven, world foundation, past, present, future, earth, water, wind, fire, gold, and all domains.

Do you agree?

Agree.

Permissible.

Punish.

Behead.

One voice after another, finally, in the midst of the miserable cries of the Emperor of the Northern Sea, Fu Xi walked down and grabbed the head of the Bei Di with one hand, dragging it in this Land of Myriad Laws’ End, sighing and murmuring, “Exile to the end of time, the end of the ages, that’s just a saying to deceive children, Wei Yuan, I didn’t lie.”

“You don’t really think I would be such a kind person, do you?”

Fu Xi’s pupils fell and looked at the Bei Di.

“I want you to die in the most painful way.”

His smile became gentle and bright, his voice became angry and wild. Finally, he punched and punched the Bei Di, who had been denied everything, to dust in the most cruel and direct way. The illusory shadows of the surrounding Ten Peaks, and the few real Peaks who had come, left. The green-shirted man, covered in blood, stood in the pool of blood and licked the divine blood on the corner of his mouth.

A pair of golden vertical pupils were cold and ruthless.

His right hand clenched into a fist, and the golden-red blood on the fist fell with a strange stickiness.

“…Solved.”

Lu Wu’s voice was indifferent:

“The price you paid for coming like this is too great. Your power is not enough to support this.”

Fu Xi scratched his head, smiling with embarrassment on his face: “Ah, Xiao Lu Wu, you saw that?”

“Ahahaha, save me some face.”

“This time’s messing around, the price is indeed a bit high, but…”

“Whoever touches A’Wa, I want them to die.”

No one spoke.

Lu Wu looked at the dead Bei Di and said, “What if he dies in reality?”

Fu Xi said, “Those who deserve to die will die.”

“Such a Ten Great Trials, although there are false parts, is also unparalleled throughout the ages.”

“He should be satisfied even if he dies.”

“As for the way to die in reality, ha…”

“Little guy, just consider it tuition fee for your teacher.”

A smile appeared on his face.

In the residence of the Bei Di, a huge, unwilling roar suddenly came.

Countless guards were alarmed. After repeated inquiries received no response, they finally broke through the Bei Di’s formation. Then, all the powerhouses of the Northern Sea fell into silent panic. The Bei Di Yuqiang knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face full of unwillingness, his breath cut off, and his divine soul dissipated.

On his chest, a sword mark emitted a distant sword intent.

Slowly dissipated.

The entire room was silent.

“It, it’s that sword from the Mount Buzhou God before…”

The Bei Di’s confidant murmured, his face panicked, and finally turned into a sorrowful cry. He held his sword and chopped his hand, clenching his five fingers fiercely, his aura miserable:

“Mount Buzhou, Mount Buzhou, my Northern Sea lineage, will never rest until we have destroyed you, we will never rest until we have destroyed you ahhhhh!!!!”

On this day, news spread—

The Mount Buzhou God, with a single sword, shattered the indestructible body.

The Bei Di Yuqiang, his injuries erupted, and he finally died in the Northern Sea.

The world was in an uproar. The Mount Buzhou God’s reputation soared, and he vaguely had the momentum to vie with Dijun for the title of the strongest in the Three Realms.

The strongest in the world.

I alone am Buzhou!

Looking at the storyteller next to him who was shouting such slogans, spitting everywhere while describing the ultimate battle, an old man with messy hair, one foot on a stool, eating plain noodles wildly with chopsticks, had a dull expression. The noodles slipped from his mouth. Looking at the people around him cheering in unison, he fell into a daze and confusion.

Wait?!

What the hell??

ps: Second update today…………