Destiny is ashes

Chapter 78 Iron Hand Boss
——Sure enough, destiny is not a label of the chosen one favored by luck, but an enhanced trouble-making engine!

An Jing sighed. He also realized that his fortune was very subtle. It was neither good nor bad, but there would definitely be many twists and turns.

If this is the result of the 'Seven Evils', then it really is as its name suggests.

An Jing had no idea that he might be carrying a destiny.

A strong destiny means strong talent, so he is naturally happy, but he will not be overwhelmed or arrogant because of it.

There are some things that An Jing will do regardless of whether he has the fate to do them or not.

He does things because of his own will and thus achieves his destiny, not because he does it because destiny requires him to do it.

——Destiny is determined by heaven, but success depends on man.

This is the creed of An Jing.

At this moment, it was noon, the gray sky had turned bright white, and the entire sky seemed to have turned into an incandescent lamp.

This is noon in the Tianyuan Realm. Although there is no sun, it is still bright.

At this point, An Jing’s goal is very clear.

First, obtain the currency of Tianyuan Realm.

Grateful for the fights between many gangs and the selfless donations from Da Qiang and others, he now has many guns and items carried by gang members, such as those spiritual light guns, bullets, stimulants, and some spray potions that look like sprayers and are said by the Fuxie Sword Spirit to have healing powers.

According to Huo Qing, his elders will recycle these.

Second, get some weapons that can be used for 'sniping'.

It doesn't have to be a sniper rifle, as long as it can hit the people on the shuttle. A few hundred meters is not far. An Jing can be sure that the white-clothed scholar is not strong, but at the peak of his internal energy. This means that he is like himself, unable to block the gun, and will die if hit in the vitals.

An Jing didn't need to calculate the cost, because if he didn't kill the white-robed scholar, he would have no way to escape the pursuit of the Demon Cult.

Whether it's buying, stealing or robbing, as long as An Jing has the chance to get it, he will definitely do it.

An Jing hopes that his fellow human beings in the Tianyuan Realm will give him some face and not let him go to that step.

Third, obtain some resources for practicing 'Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden'.

An Jing's current method of cultivation is still the 'Emperor Heaven Nourishing Qi Method' given by the Tianyi Demon Cult.

This is indeed a good skill, but it focuses on assassination, has weak frontal combat capabilities, average speed, and may have a backdoor, so An Jing is not very confident in practicing it.

As the top sword immortal cultivation method of Jian Ling's era, Taibai Haoling's Divine Forbidden Art can not only ignore the influence of demonic energy, but also provide An Jing with the much-needed "physical fitness".

As a Qi-refining practice, it also provides a high level of bonus to perception.

As long as he can improve the level of Taibai Haoling's Divine Prohibition, An Jing will be able to make up for most of his shortcomings. Next, he only needs to find a light footwork technique.

This sword spirit really does not exist. After all, it is an immortal sword and not a sword immortal. It only knows how to wield a sword, and the immortal sword does not need to learn any light skills or escape techniques.

An Jing from Huaixu Realm cannot enter the city for the time being and cannot buy resources. Fortunately, Tianyuan Realm has a developed equipment repair industry. Just looking at the giant furnace core in the center of the town, you can see that this world is definitely not short of hardware, and the level of Taibai Divine Forbidden can be quickly improved.

Finally, find a place to rest.

Even if one becomes a cultivator, one still needs to sleep. An Jing hasn't had a good rest for a long time - but this need is the lowest. After all, An Jing is young, and it doesn't matter if he stays up late a little longer. He may even feel more energetic the longer he stays up.

In addition to these four core goals, An Jing doesn't mind helping Huo Qing.

The other party might be the result of his first successful fate-changing attempt of 'Seven Evils'. An Jing wanted to see how this decadent gang clerk monk, who was originally destined to die and had a black forehead, would develop after his future was rewritten by him.

Moreover, by using his face, maybe there will be a higher recycling price?

In short, now, after setting the mission objectives, An Jing began to act.

This is his habit, to list the things that need to be done one, two, three, four, five, so that he will never be confused when taking action.

So, soon after confirming that the evil spirit in the garbage dump had nothing to do with the devil, An Jing, relieved, took Huo Qing to the recycling site.

Xuanye City, Floating Dust Plain, southwest of the recyclable metal waste dump.

Recovery hut number two.

When arriving at the recycling station, An Jing immediately noticed the peculiar style of the recycling hut.

The surroundings are all colorful metal scraps with rust and debris, but this recycling hut is a solid rock foundation and hall, with wooden window sills and a layer of ivy clinging to the walls, lush, neat and beautiful. The only thing that is not normal is the roof of this recycling hut, which looks a bit too new.

Like An Jing, many people came to the recycling hut early in the morning. Most of them were dressed simply, with raincoats without any gang patterns on them. They should be ordinary people who were recycling equipment.

The recycling hut had not yet opened, and everyone was waiting in the open space outside the door, appearing to be quite well behaved.

With the customs of the people in Tianyuan Realm, they actually just complained a few words like "Old man Tieshou overslept again", and had no intention of knocking on the door to force the other party to open it.

An Jing knew the reason for everyone's good temper.

He could see that the ivy on the recycling hut was not real ivy, but a peculiar spiritual plant. It vaguely formed a formation that covered all the surrounding land.

According to the sword spirit, when the wood spirit formation erupts, even a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining (inner strength) with a magic weapon will be in trouble.

Most of these ordinary people have only a thin layer of energy, and can barely be considered cultivators. There are only a few who look ferocious, but have energy as strong as a river, so naturally they dare not act presumptuously.

But An Jing and his group were different. Huo Qing was a relative of Huo Qing, and he had something urgent to do today, so he calmed himself down, walked forward, and pressed the doorbell of the recycling hut amid the horrified gazes of all the ordinary recyclers who wanted to stop him but did not dare to step forward.

——Ding-ling-ling!!!

The doorbell rang very loudly, and after a while, there was a shout with obvious anger: "Stop ringing the doorbell!"

"You damned bastards, you are a bunch of jackals picking up corpses, vultures eating carrion, you can't even let people sleep peacefully, your mothers are all fucked!"

A series of highly macho speeches rang out, and the deep cursing voices shook the area around the recycling hut.

The next moment, the door opened and a burly man over two meters tall walked out aggressively, but was stunned for a moment by the situation in front of him.

His own junior Huo Qing stood at his door with an expression of exhaustion, with a wound on his shoulder that had just healed - and in an open space not far away, a kid wearing a mask and clothes that were obviously dead stood there, holding the unconscious body of his old brother, Daqiang.

"What's the matter?"

He was immediately confused and uncertain: "Ah Qing, how did you get hurt? Why did you send a big gun to the front line? How come he was also injured? And, that kid..."

The big man's left hand is a thick silver-white metal mechanical arm, but there are wooden roots climbing on the joints, and his left eye is made of red jade, which is some kind of special magical prosthetic eye.

At this moment, he frowned, looked An Jing up and down with his artificial eye that flashed red light, and raised his eyebrows: "Such a young boy in the wilderness...I'm afraid it's a big deal."

"Uncle Tieshou, this is indeed a big deal."

Huo Qing did have a lot of feelings to express, but at this point, having endured enough blows, he became stronger and said succinctly, "Uncle Big Spear misappropriated gang supplies and wanted me to take the blame. My friend defeated Uncle Big Spear, but what I did with Uncle Big Spear was enough for the boss to kill me."

"I have nowhere else to go. I shouldn't have bothered you, but now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to ask you what my next step should be."

"Idiot! Stupid boy!"

Huo Qing briefly described how he and Da Qiang had embezzled public funds. Halfway through, the tall man named Tie Shou frowned and asked, "How the hell do you dare?"

He looked at the unconscious Daqiang in An Jing's hand with an almost stern look, and then looked at Huo Qing with a look of disappointment, and said sternly: "You are really stupid. You opened the door for stupid people - stupid to the extreme! Damn it, you knew it was wrong, but you still messed around with Daqiang, this bastard?"

"Betraying the gang is disloyal to the gang; not valuing your own life is disrespectful to your parents!"

"You disloyal and unfilial brat, now that you're desperate, you just think of me, your uncle?"

Huo Qing had nothing to say. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Tie Shou respectfully. Tie Shou was so angry that he kicked him and sent him flying more than ten meters away. Huo Qing, who obviously had several broken bones, said nothing. He stood up shakily and walked in front of Tie Shou again.

"Come in! You little brat know where the medicine is!"

He slapped Huo Qing again, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. Tie Shou, whose anger had temporarily subsided, still loved his junior after all, and let Huo Qing enter his shop, which was considered as tacitly protecting him.

"Go away, go away! Go away!" Tie Shou raised his voice again and said to the group of scavengers and corpse collectors outside: "Grandpa has some private matters to attend to today, so I won't be open for business! Go away, come back tomorrow!"

"I made this trip for nothing. You have to give me a discount tomorrow!" "Fuck you!"

The crowd could also see that the old man Iron Hand had obviously encountered some trouble today, so they dispersed amid the hustle and bustle of sighs, discussions, laughter and scolding, and disappeared into the garbage dump.

Only after that did Tie Shou look at An Jing.

Facing An Jing, who was standing straight with a big gun in his hand, the burly man said calmly with a hint of gratitude: "The reason why Huo Qing is still alive is entirely because of you, right, little brother?"

"It's windy outside, you come in first."

(End of this chapter)