lerbook Chapter 334 Gods and Spirits?
Chapter 334 Gods and Spirits?
"Sometimes people are scarier than ghosts. Even an old ghost has to kneel down and beg for mercy when it sees an evil person."
Lu Ci spoke ill of his peers behind their backs without any restraint, and his voice was almost as loud as when he used to stab people in the lungs.
However, faced with Lü Ci's act of exposing others' secrets, Senior Luo of the Yin Shen Sect simply cursed without turning his head.
"Lu Ci, you're like a hedgehog, you get all prickly and bristle at the sight of people. If you're so tough, go find the Old Master and train with him."
The senior members of the group didn't take Zhang Chulan, who was blocking their way, seriously at all. They walked slowly and even had the leisure to meddle in the farce that Lü Ci had stirred up.
Zhang Chulan, who couldn't even withstand a single blow, struggled to support his upper body. Just a moment ago, it felt as if he had been hit by a fully loaded dump truck, and his bones were in excruciating pain that felt like they were about to shatter.
"Cough cough..."
He coughed up blood from the corner of his bleeding mouth, realizing firsthand how terrifying the elderly were. Not only were they highly skilled in cultivation, but they were also ruthless in their attacks.
The battle Zhang Chulan imagined never actually happened, because it was a complete and utter crushing defeat. He was facing a group of old monsters, not people like Xia Liuqing and Mei Jinfeng, who were obsessed with romance and had wasted their cultivation and time.
These old monsters possess complete inheritances and have spent their entire lives honing themselves. They have never slackened their pace because of love and romance. Compared to them, Xia Liuqing and Mei Jinfeng seem so pure.
If Lü Qian knew what he was thinking, he would surely sigh and say that Zhang Chulan was ultimately deceived by the peaceful era. Even though he was clever and cunning, and even though he had experienced many facets of the world, he still could not escape his established way of thinking.
Sometimes you have to look at the world from the opposite perspective, and the one who laughs last in the sunlight is definitely a ruthless character.
Throughout history, it has always been the righteous who reject and define the underworld. This is not because of a sense of justice, but simply because the underworld cannot defeat the righteous and has lost its voice.
The Quanxing sect is a gathering place for scoundrels, and everyone has the right to kill them. This is already a consensus among everyone in the world of supernatural beings. But do you really think that each faction has no secrets or dirty secrets?
No way, sometimes the various factions go even further and become even more insane than the Quanxing Sect.
The Tang Clan is a business of assassins, dating back to decades ago. They kill without any scruples, and the previous leader, Tang Bingwen, even killed his own benefactor with his own hands.
The Wang, Lü, and Gao families, except for the Lu family who upholds morality, were all local tyrants who had previously dominated the area. They had used every means to compete for benefits.
Na Ruhu founded the Xigu Pavilion, using the profits from the antique market to support his subordinates and his own cultivation. Naturally, this led to the destruction of his family and the death of his relatives.
Such families, which have survived for thousands of years and endured turmoil, have all had their share of dirty deeds.
Zhang Chulan wasn't unaware of this principle, but he was used to using others' reputations as a shield, always scheming from behind the scenes, and had never actually fought on the front lines. His judgment regarding life and death was still somewhat dull and unclear.
The older generation no longer cared about fancy tactics; they simply aimed to kill the enemy cleanly and efficiently.
Yes, kill!
Because in their time, it was either you die or someone else dies; they had witnessed too many lives lost, including those of enemies and their own people.
"Zhang Chulan!"
Feng Baobao broke free from Xu Si's protection and interception, casually tossing aside the power-hungry North China manager. She went to Zhang Chulan's side, blocking the group of old men. Her expression was still somewhat dazed, but she had begun to show normal human emotions.
If she had followed her original style, even if she were facing a group of old monsters, she would either have carried Zhang Chulan and turned to run, or picked up that short kitchen knife, charged straight at them, and then created an opening to escape.
She's not stupid at all; she's just simple-minded, straightforward, and lacks social skills, which makes her seem a bit dull to ordinary people, like a puppet.
Over the years, she has been quietly changing in her interactions with Zhang Chulan, gradually developing human emotions and regaining her understanding of certain concepts.
"I think I understand now. If you have any questions, just ask me!"
Just as Feng Baobao was revealing such obvious emotions, Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing with his back to her, and Lü Qian, who was holding a whisk and watching, suddenly frowned, as if they sensed something.
"Um?"
They didn't take any action, but were surprised in their hearts, and then paid more attention to the inexplicable connection that had just appeared and disappeared.
Feng Baobao seemed to have only been clever for a moment. Immediately afterwards, she picked up Zhang Chulan from the ground, grabbed Xu Si by the collar, and ran away.
The older generation did not immediately stop Feng Baobao's actions. The distance was nothing to them; they were more concerned with the changes that had just occurred.
"Did you all feel it?"
Senior Luo of the Yin Shen Sect spoke first, and suddenly black mist condensed around him, which was the Yin Shen who had been standing behind Zhang Chulan.
Just now, this Yin spirit was silently neutralized, or rather, briefly dispersed. Just as the Yin spirit was about to attack Feng Baobao, an unknown means neutralized it.
The process was simply resolved, not violently expelled or scattered. The old man surnamed Luo suffered no discomfort or injury, and the Yin spirits were able to reassemble after dispersing.
The Yin spirit is closely connected with the cultivator. Logically speaking, if the Yin spirit were to dissipate, the old man surnamed Luo would at least be seriously injured and cough up blood, if not die on the spot. However, he was standing there unharmed.
It was as if a hand had soothed the evil spirit's aura, and such a method seemed so familiar to the old people.
"Gods and spirits?"
"That little girl, or Zhang Chulan, is strange!"
The older generation quickly connected the dots, making them even more convinced of their initial absurd guess.
Immediately afterwards, three or five elderly men with white hair and beards moved their feet and each used their movement techniques to transform into several streaks of light and shadow, instantly standing in front of Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao, carrying the people in both hands, turned around and kicked out at them while dodging.
"Bang! Bang!"
Her two attacks were easily neutralized, and with the cooperation of the senior members, Xu Si and Zhang Chulan were left behind.
"If it's not her, then it's Zhang Chulan!"
The veterans, feeling the force and reaction of their earlier exchange, shook their heads and looked at Zhang Chulan, who was being carried on their shoulders.
"Hehehehe..."
A series of eerie laughs suddenly came from Zhang Chulan. The sound was like a child's laughter, but it was also very ethereal. It was not pleasant to listen to, but rather sounded very wicked, like the mischievous laughter of a naughty child.
Zhang Chulan, who was originally seriously injured and coughing up blood, raised his head. A pure and clear light blue light emanated from his seven orifices. His eyes, ears, nose and mouth shone with a clear and bright light, and his strange laughter made him look very eerie.
"Gods and spirits?"