Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Today I Realize I Am Myself
A cry echoed in Wang Chen’s ears.
He climbed up to his own wall and looked in the direction of the sound.
There, a hundred steps away in front of Old Sun’s house, the dark-faced cultivator was viciously kicking a woman on the ground.
He cursed, "I have people fighting to treat me when I dine out in the city. Taking your two chickens is your family’s blessing, yet you still dare to resist? Are you tired of living?"
The woman being kicked was Mrs. Li.
She tightly protected a young boy who lay unconscious, refusing to flinch from the heavy kicks, while desperately pleading, "Esteemed Immortal Master, we know we’ve made a mistake, please spare us!"
"Bah!"
The dark-faced cultivator spat thick phlegm.
He pulled back his foot and leered at the still graceful Mrs. Li, "I’ll let it go this time. If you cross me again, I’ll skin that old one inside first and then sell you to the Ruyi Brothels!"
At this threat, Mrs. Li didn’t dare to cry out loud; she lay on the ground, trembling with fear.
The Ruyi Brothels were among the brothels in Yunshan City, filled with women who were forced into the trade due to desperation and who lacked remarkable beauty, hence they were very cheap.
The dark-faced cultivator’s threat was no joke at all!
Only after he and his companions left did Mrs. Li struggle to get up and drag the boy inside.
Old Sun had not shown himself the entire time.
Even from a distance and beyond the wall, Wang Chen could still hear Mrs. Li’s cries from inside the house.
With a blank expression, he returned to his own home.
Entering the underground hidden chamber,
Wang Chen took a mask out of his storage bag.
Thousand Transformations!
Although he had possessed this mask for a while, he had rarely used it.
Usually, it remained tucked away.
This time, he put it on his face.
He stood in front of a brass mirror and began to change his appearance!
In half a tea time, Wang Chen completely transformed.
He had a round face, big ears, a straight nose, a square mouth, thick brows, and fierce-looking eyes, with a bushy beard on his jaw, giving him an intimidating presence.
It was truly: a face for devouring meat, not one for chanting scriptures!
He took a deep breath and activated the Great Strength Technique, which he had recently perfected using 10 points of Virtue to break through.
The enhanced power spread throughout his body.
Instantly, his physique expanded as if inflated, with his joints cracking loudly.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen’s height surged by almost a foot.
Transforming into a burly, muscular man!
Immediately after, he took out a yellow hemp headscarf, a crescent headband, a warrior’s robe, and beast-skin boots,
along with a black iron shovel.
Once he donned all these items,
the Wang Chen reflected in the brass mirror looked every bit like a wandering Buddhist ascetic!
The wandering ascetic is a monk who roams freely, unbound by the need to shave his head or beard, and unconstrained by dietary or moral prohibitions; he is skilled in the arts of combat.
This was one of the disguises Wang Chen had prepared for himself.
He had anticipated that one day, when he could no longer remain at the Yunyang Sect, he would need such a disguise to make his escape.
He never expected it would come in handy so soon!
Though Wang Chen repeatedly urged himself to stay calm, the fire of anger within him only grew fiercer.
If he didn’t vent this frustration, his thoughts would remain unsettled,
and it might even give rise to an inner demon!
After ensuring his disguise was flawless, Wang Chen swiftly made his way to the hidden chamber at the very bottom.
Then he exited through the escape tunnel.
The tunnel’s exit was located in a remote mountain area, a place so secluded that no soul was in sight.
Over the past few months, Wang Chen had frequently practiced Shadowless Divine Movement and other spell skills in this area,
so he was well-acquainted with the surroundings.
He carried the shovel as he headed southeast, climbed over a low hill, and soon caught sight of a long road.
At this point, Wang Chen took out a box cage to carry on his back and hung the Soul-Resonating Bell on its top frame.
Ding-a-ling—
Accompanied by the melodious chime of the bell, Wang Chen, now in the guise of a wandering ascetic, slowly made his way toward the road ahead.
This road was the only route leading to Wei Hall B Ten.
The dark-faced cultivator and his two companions, after collecting the spirit stones from Old Sun’s household, would inevitably pass this way on their return.
Wang Chen intended to stage an "accidental encounter."
He walked at a leisurely pace, even stopping by the roadside to rest.
The road was bustling with travelers, and nearby spirit fields were being tended by spiritual plant farmers.
Some passersby noticed Wang Chen sitting by the roadside and cast curious glances his way.
Monks were indeed a rare sight near the gates of the Yunyang Sect.
Yet, no one dared to meddle.
Wang Chen didn’t have to wait long; within the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, he spotted the dark-faced cultivator approaching with two disciples from the Spirit Plant Hall.
The trio wore expressions of triumph, clearly pleased with their spoils, chatting and laughing as they walked.
Wang Chen immediately rose to meet them.
The dark-faced cultivator and his companions initially paid no attention.
It was only when they saw Wang Chen that they realized the distance between them was a mere dozen steps.
Wang Chen fixed the dark-faced cultivator with a menacing glare and suddenly bellowed, “What are you looking at?”
His voice was thunderous, drawing the gazes of all the passersby and farmers nearby.
The dark-faced cultivator was dumbfounded.
He had no idea why this ascetic was suddenly shouting at him.
Instinctively, his face darkened.
“You audacious bird! How dare you show such disrespect to me!”
Wang Chen didn’t give him a moment to react and abruptly surged forward.
At the same time, he let out a roar like thunder: “Take this punch from Old Lu!”
At that very moment, the Soul-Resonating Bell hanging from the top of the cage suddenly trembled.
The sound of the bell mingled with Wang Chen’s roar, violently striking the minds of the dark-faced cultivator and his companions.
All three of them shuddered, their minds going blank, as if their souls had been flung into the void!
Boom!
In the next instant, a fist the size of a vinegar jar smashed into the dark-faced cultivator’s face.
The Wrathful King’s Fist!
The dark-faced cultivator’s head exploded like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer.
Black, white, and red matter splattered everywhere!
He died instantly.
Wang Chen, swift as lightning, snatched the storage bag from the dark-faced cultivator’s waist and stored the body in his own storage bag.
Then, with a swift kick of his right leg, he struck the chest of a nearby Spirit Plant Hall disciple.
The disciple flew backward like a kite with its string cut, his body twisted and broken, bones shattered within; he was dead before he even hit the ground!
Wang Chen let out a hearty laugh and leaped after him.
He caught the falling body and skillfully retrieved the storage bag.
Without pausing, he continued on his way, disappearing into the distance in a cloud of dust!
The nearby passersby and farmers were utterly stunned.
The bloody scene had unfolded so quickly that no one had time to process it.
This included another Spirit Plant Hall disciple, who had just regained his senses.
From afar, they heard a bold and resonant voice:
“In life, I’ve never sought virtue, only reveled in killing and arson. Suddenly, the golden chains are broken, the jade locks shattered. Ah! The tide rises on the Qiantang River, and today I finally know who I am!”
A poem of profound enlightenment, breaking free from worldly ties, yet carrying the spirit of liberation and boundless freedom!
“The killer is none other than Lu Zhishen of Liangshan Temple!”
These were the last words they heard.
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