As a transmigrator, Xu Qingzhou felt that having a gun on him was entirely reasonable.
In this world, one could cultivate immortality, progressing through the ten layers of the Acquired Realm, the ten layers of the Innate Stage, and then the Realm of Foundation Establishnt.
The Realm of Acquired focused on body refinent, primarily strengthening the physique.
In the Innate Stage, one could manipulate Qi, using it to transform and create myriad phenona.
However, both were still considered mortal powers.
The swordsman in black, though at the first layer of the Innate Stage, was caught off guard and shot in the head at close range, making survival impossible.
"Sigh, forcing to act, it’s really difficult for too."
He got up, went to the door, dragged the body to the side of the alley, casually covered it with snow, and concealed the bloodstains along the way.
He swept away the snow in front of the door.
Xu Qingzhou wasn't too concerned about killing the swordsman. In these declining tis, life was as cheap as grass, and a few deaths were commonplace.
Moreover, the swordsman had already chosen a path to death, so how could he sit idly by?
If soone offends , kill. If soone bullies , kill. If soone insults , kill!
Kill all the scoundrels in the world, who dares to challenge ?
***
He returned to the room, wiped the blood from his hands, and sat at the desk.
Taking out the Worry-Free Book, he picked up a pen, furrowed his brows, and gathered his Qi.
"Zhang Erhe, is it? Since you want to kill , I'll kill you first."
He spoke softly, his eyes filled with cold light.
With a swift stroke, two words appeared on the Book of Forgetting Worries.
It read: [Thunder Judgnt]
As the pen fell, electricity sparked on the white paper, roaming through the book.
A cold, tallic voice echoed in his ears.
[Detected the host's request to summon [Thunder Judgnt]. This summoning to kill the target requires consuming 2000 rit Points. Please confirm?]
"Confirm!"
[Confirmation complete. Summoning Thunder Judgnt, coordinates set to Zhang Residence in Frostsky City, target Zhang Erhe locked. In three seconds, the heavenly thunder will strike, and the person will perish.]
Xu Qingzhou put down the pen, his gaze fixed outside the window.
Three breaths later, a purple lightning bolt tore through the sky, followed by thunderous roars echoing throughout Frostsky.
A bolt of lightning, like a flood dragon, struck down from the heavens.
It nearly split the sky in two.
"Boom!!" it sounded.
The white light was dazzling, yet it vanished in an instant.
The entire Frostsky City trembled.
Thunder in a snowy sky was a rare celestial phenonon.
Many citizens either walked onto the long street or opened their windows to look into the distance...
They saw a plu of black smoke rising in the snowy white world below the sky, sparking discussions.
"What happened? Where did the thunder co from? Why is it so terrifying?"
"It seems the Thunder God is angry."
"Where did this purple lightning co from in the snowy weather? Strange, strange indeed!"
Lin Shuang'er stood on the city wall, holding a long sword, hands behind her back, looking in the direction of the black smoke, letting the wind from all directions dance with her long hair.
She furrowed her elegant brows and murmured softly.
"That direction seems to be Scholar Zhang's house."
The Zhang family residence erupted in wails a few seconds later.
"Master!! How could you leave us like this?"
"Oh heavens, how could you be so blind!!!"
Xu Qingzhou stroked his chin, looking at the scenery outside the window, a confident and calm smile on his lips.
"Not bad, worthy of the na [Thunder Judgnt]. These two thousand rit Points were well spent."
He closed the Worry-Free Book and stretched lazily.
"Yawn—after eating and drinking to my heart's content, with the light snow, I'm in a great mood. A nap is naturally essential, so I'll sleep."
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For instance, everything that just happened was one of them.
It could kill.
And the price was the hard-earned rit Points.
As long as he thought of wanting soone dead, and that person was within a hundred miles of him.
He only needed to silently recite that person's na and write a thod of death for them in the book.
The Worry-Free Book would relieve his worries.
The rit Points consud were related to the opponent's strength.
Although Scholar Zhang had so influence, he was ultimately just a commoner, and a thousand rit Points were sufficient.
"Now it's settled, consider it eliminating harm for the people. I really am a good person."
This ti, he summoned thunder, but he could summon other things as well.
However, Scholar Zhang had committed countless misdeeds, bullying the people, so dying under heavenly thunder seed more reasonable.
***
Before nightfall, the news of Zhang Erhe being struck by lightning spread like wildfire throughout Frostsky City.
For a ti, the wealthy families were filled with anxiety, unable to sleep.
The common folk, however, clapped their hands in delight and slept soundly.
This naturally beca a topic of conversation over tea and als, a must-discuss subject in theaters.
"Have you heard? That Scholar Zhang, Zhang Erhe, was struck by lightning at ho at noon?"
"I heard about it too. Isn't it strange? Thunder in snowy weather is rare enough, and it was aid right at the Zhang Residence."
"I heard that at the ti, Scholar Zhang was in his study, and with a boom, he was turned to ash, not even a bone left. Tsk tsk, how tragic."
"Serves him right. This is the heavens opening their eyes, specially sending down this Thunder Judgnt to strike down that old beast."
"I agree."
An old man in a teahouse sipped hot tea, his deanor like that of an immortal, stroking his long beard.
"The way of heaven is cyclical, who can escape it? The heavens have slept for thousands of years, are they waking up now? Hahaha!"
The storytelling mister snapped his fan open, speaking with elegance:"Good and evil will be repaid in the end, the righteous path is rugged. This thunder in snowy weather is a celestial phenonon, rarely seen in a thousand years..."
Rumors spread, each version different, but all pointed to one thing: committing many evil deeds invites heavenly wrath.
The surviving mbers of the Zhang family were terrified, only they knew who their master had offended.
In the morning, the master's sister was sent flying by the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries' master with a single palm.
She complained to the master, who sent people, but they never returned. Then the master was struck by heavenly punishnt, turning to ash.
Such coincidences were too nurous.
Inevitably, it led to wild speculations.
Zhang Erhe's only son, Sanfen, was restless.
"It must be Mister Forgetting Worries, it's all my aunt's fault, all her fault. Soone, prepare gifts quickly, tomorrow morning we will visit Mister Forgetting Worries."
Compared to his father, the son was much calr and more aware of the situation.
Having made his guess, he chose to believe it, fearing that he might be the next to suffer.
So, he brought his aunt, arriving at the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries before dawn.
Waiting quietly!
This left the young ladies who ca to queue today bewildered, whispering among themselves.
"Isn't that Scholar Zhang's son, Zhang Sanfen?"
"Yes, yes, and the fat woman next to him is Zhang ilan, who caused trouble yesterday. I didn't expect her to dare co again."
"I heard that his father was struck by lightning yesterday. Shouldn't he be at ho mourning? Why is he here at the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries?"
"What, Scholar Zhang was struck by lightning?"
"You didn't know? Yesterday, a fierce thunder fell on the Zhang family in the snowy sky, striking Scholar Zhang. They say not even ashes were left..."
After a while, the door of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries finally opened. A book boy peeked out, and the first thing he saw was Zhang Sanfen and Zhang ilan standing at the door.
His eyes tightened, and he quickly retreated.
Xu Qingzhou, seeing this scene from the desk, asked.
"Wang Er, what's wrong?"
Wang Er hurriedly ran over to Xu Qingzhou, his face full of fear, speaking urgently:"Mister, it's not good. That woman from yesterday is here again, and she's brought reinforcents. They're just waiting at the door."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingzhou's forehead creased, thinking this woman really didn't know when to quit.
I spared your life, your brother is dead, yet you keep coming back.
He imdiately slamd the table, his long sleeves fluttering.
"Outrageous."
He took three steps to the door, opened it, his eyes cold.
Pointing at Zhang ilan, he was about to reprimand her.
"You shrew..."
But before he could finish, the handso young man beside Zhang ilan suddenly knelt down in the snow at the door with a thud.
A deep voice reached his ears.
"Junior Zhang Sanfen, here today to sincerely apologize to Mister Forgetting Worries."
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