On the second day,
Yi Chen sat high upon a hill, with the dying embers of a bonfire beside him, and a young girl sleeping soundly.
The cold wind that swept by in the distance ruffled the hunched figures of the struggling monastery farrs.
Their faces were numb and lifeless.
Crawling out from their small and run-down thatched cottages, they began their labor.
Close beside the tenant farrs trailed nurous children who were nearly as tall as the wheels of a cart.
Clad in thin clothes, they shivered, stamping their feet and rubbing their hands together to stay warm.
Day after day, from dawn till dusk, their routine remained unchanged.
Perhaps when evening ca, and the setting sun dipped below the horizon,
their foreheads were filled with the hues of twilight, while the evening breeze gently caressed the children's long hair.
Would today's toil allow them to eat their fill?
No, that's wrong.
This world is wrong!
Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, they are courting death!
Their character is even worse than those selling knock-off tyrant chickens!
Yi Chen didn't want to play these gas anymore. He suddenly rose to his feet, ready to violently hunt down and slay the Evilslaying Monks. It was utterly ssed up; the commoners living beside the Infernal Demon Sect had a better life than those here.
Before his death, the old farr Liu Dechu carved a bloody ssage on a door plank: "The poor have three treasures: an ugly wife, thin fields, and a worn cotton-padded coat."
Old Liu's family couldn't even bear to eat their chickens, and in the end, the wealth they had accumulated was squandered by him. It was unknown what his feelings were when he and his wife embraced a rock and leapt down a well.
Yi Chen produced the Star Disc, which displayed a ssage from Yuan Jun.
He had already sent a request to Yuan Jun the previous day, asking her and Yuqing True King to exert pressure on the Buddhist forces at the front lines, engaging in fierce battle for the cost of forty thousand Contribution Points per person.
At the sa ti, under the guise of helping Ying Si to train a martial army for half a year, he had the Emperor intensify their attacks over the next two days.
Beating children on a rainy day was a matter of convenience, as Ying Si naturally agreed; having soone else draw out a cadre for him saved him the trouble and allowed him to return a favor effortlessly.
Gazing at the ager twenty thousand Contribution Points left on the Star Disc, Yi Chen's face was filled with a fierce and twisted smile.
Even though he had made so minor changes to the plan on a whim, it was not a significant concern.
The augnting effect of the Qilin Holy Armor had surprised him greatly, and the support of Yuan Jun and the True King was no longer crucial. Unless a Break-Limit True Monarch appeared, he did not believe there was anyone who could thoroughly keep his World-Shaking Pure Yang in place or destroy his three Primordial Spirit lights.
"Although I am not completely prepared, are you ready?"
"Let's give them a jab first to test the waters, lest my master scolds in dreams."
"You play dirty tricks and let take the bla—is there no justice? I must respond with heavy punches!"
Yi Chen's heart was filled with rage.
He was all too familiar with the underhanded dealings of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple.
To Yi Chengzi, it's not that he didn't know how to play their ga, he simply disdained to engage in it.
It was nothing more than a sixteen-word mantra:
"Exploit vice to govern virtue, plunder wealth. Undermine the foundation, appropriate all to the monastery's coffers."
The power faction of the Heavenly Dragon Temple's outer court probably wasn't completely blind to the subtlety of it all, but circumstances forced their hands, coupled with wishful thinking that they could just strip the land bare and then scram, leaving the ss to the fools that ca after to offer their heads in sacrifice.
In this world, there is no shortage of those too clever for their own good who try to bargain with a tiger for its skin, such as a certain coin-speculating tycoon, Zhao sothing, who was fined over forty billion dollars and still couldn't bail himself out, heh.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" At that mont, the sleeping girl woke from her dreams, feeling refreshed and reborn.
"It's nothing. Rise up; it's dawn. I am taking you to kill!"
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Inside the high walls of a small courtyard,
Yi Chen walked in with the girl, leisurely, the sunlight slightly warping around him, rendering him invisible to ordinary eyes.
As soon as he entered, Yi Chen was startled.
Before him, planted in the ground as neatly as vegetables, were over a dozen heads, with only the tops exposed.
Their scalps were peeled back to reveal fist-sized gaps, their bodies bore incisions, and their tongues had been cut out. Miao Zi ticulously diluted the Spirit Pills to barely keep these villains alive as hordes of ants sward all over their bodies, drawn by the scent of honey oozing from them…
Particularly the leaders, Huang Feiren and the dark-faced crane, Chen Xiao, who had the most honey on them, it was evident that Miao Zi had a special treat just for the two of them.
Yi Chen: "…" Miao Zi, there's ambition in your work. He swore, these were things Yi Chengzi definitely had never taught.
After a few seconds of silence, Yi Chen said to the girl behind him, "Apart from the two leaders, kill the rest of them."
"The Supre Eight Calamities Sword, it's ti to taste blood."
Yi Chen was ultimately kind-hearted, and this was the weakness of his World-Shaking Pure Yang.
Upon hearing these words, both Huang Feiren and Chen Xiao instantly showed a deep despair in their eyes, wailing and babbling, while the other villains had an expression of relief.
A sword akin to a clear autumn pond and bound to the Yang elent, was pulled out of Yi Chen's storage ring and tossed onto the ground.
Bai Shishi hesitated, then her expression turned cold, she drew the long sword and began to slash swiftly, as if venting years of pent-up frustration and indignation, forgetting about the specific sword techniques altogether.
One… two… three…
Yi Chen, watching his blood-soaked cheap disciple, swallowed the scolding words that reached his mouth, and imdiately changed his tune:
"Disciple, stop. What are you doing, making a spicy at sauce?"
"Yes, master. I've gained so insight into the Supre Eight Calamities Sword; I'd like to try if I can strike the last two n with three thousand six hundred swords without killing them. Please give your consent, master."
With Yi Chen's abilities poured into her for an entire night, Bai Shishi's martial power was now no less than that of Ji Bochang, the Seasonal Military Governor of Fengyun County.
Bai Shishi, like a blood-drenched gourd, casually wiped her face with her hand. It was as if she had unleashed her true nature or washed away all her worldly concerns, transforming into an unsheathed sword of slaughter, her face twisted with a perverse smile that made even Yi Chen inwardly worry.
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