The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 178 Good Days

"Uncle-Master, something's wrong with these monsters..."

Inside the closed main hall of the mountain god temple, Ji Liang, who had rushed back, briefly recounted what had happened before beginning to summarize with a solemn expression.

Wang Wen: "What's wrong?"

Ji Liang pondered for a moment and said, "I've been keeping an eye on the strength of that group of monsters these past few days... Logically speaking, we shouldn't be able to stop them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng, who was sitting opposite him, immediately had something to say.

Ji Liang preemptively cut off his argument: "At least we can't defend the entire Huangshan mountain range; at most, we can only defend the three main peaks!"

Chen Feng opened his mouth, then closed it again, tacitly agreeing with his statement.

The Huangshan mountain range is so vast!
Within the Huangshan Divine Palace, besides Wang Wen, the god of Huangshan, the only ones who can truly be called gods and spirits are Ji Liang and Chen Feng.

Only the two of them possess magical powers and supernatural abilities, so they can be considered mini-bosses.

The remaining forty-odd Yellow Turban Warriors could only be considered elite monsters at best.

The more than ten thousand Yin soldiers in the Divine Palace, lacking the time to mature, had little combat power whatsoever.

It is nothing short of a fantasy to expect these few big and small cats to withstand the invasion of thousands of monsters and protect the entire Huangshan mountain range!
Wang Wen understood what he meant: "You mean to say that this group of monsters is fishing, right?"

Ji Liang's deduction coincided with his previous deduction!

"Do not……"

Ji Liang glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I strongly suspect that this group of monsters is after you, Uncle-Master."

Wang Wen looked at him, puzzled: 'What nonsense are you spouting?'

He certainly knew that this group of monsters was most likely after him!
Seeing the strange look in his eyes, Ji Liang shook his head again: "Uncle-Master, what I mean is, this group of monsters is very likely... after your true identity!"

Wang Wen was taken aback, then frowned and said, "The identity of the Demon-Slaying General of Huainan? That's impossible!"

His true identity was known only to Ji Liang, Chen Feng, and the Yellow Turban Warriors within the Divine Palace.

However, these Yellow Turban warriors, whom he transformed through the divine intervention of the Huangshan Mountain God, had all been ordered by the mountain god to keep their mouths shut, and they were unable to reveal his true identity to the outside world.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!

Ji Liang quickly explained, "Uncle-Master, what I meant was not that the divine soldiers and generals within our Huangshan Divine Palace revealed your true identity to the outside world. Rather, it's that you rose to power too quickly and have too many connections with the Huangshan Divine Palace, making it difficult to explain as mere coincidence. Perhaps you can deceive the cultivators of the three talisman sects who are 'only in the midst of the mountain,' but it will be difficult to deceive those outsiders who are interested."

Wang Wen's brows furrowed more and more... He had to admit that Ji Liang's statement made a lot of sense.

His rise to power was indeed too sudden, and there was no plausible explanation for it.

Take his martial arts cultivation as an example. His senior brother Jiang Jin's martial arts talent was undoubtedly high, but he spent most of his life cultivating and going through countless battles before finally reaching the Later Heaven Realm at the age of sixty.

Wang Wen, in the first half of last year, was just a street thug who hadn't even mastered internal energy. In just four or five months, he was able to kill Fang La, a master of innate cultivation, by fighting two opponents at once...

Now, he can sweep away all demons and monsters in Huainan Road and is invincible!

What kind of talent or extraordinary encounters can explain this rapid rise?

Anyone with a modicum of sense, knowing the speed of his rise, would inevitably suspect that there are serious problems with him.

Ironically, he also has intricate connections with Daniel Wu, the "God of Huangshan," who also seems to have sprung from a stone...

How can such a connection be severed simply by using a pseudonym?
We must not underestimate the wisdom of people all over the world!
In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts had already crossed Wang Wen's mind.

Immediately, his furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he chuckled casually, "So? You don't recommend that I personally take action and wipe out this group of monsters?"

Ji Liang nodded heavily: "That's right. As the saying goes, 'The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the better.' The more times you make your move, the more flaws you leave behind. One day, the person behind the scenes will find out your true identity through various clues... I suggest that you immediately summon all the high-ranking masters of the three talisman sects to quell the chaos. Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous path is also the duty of the Xuanmen. You have also saved the lives of the three talisman sects and protected their path. They will certainly not refuse."

His fluent responses showed that he had been pondering this matter for some time.

Wang Wen nodded slightly: "I admit that what you said makes a lot of sense. If I take action now, it may indeed do what some people want, making them verify my true identity... But so what?"

Ji Liang was stunned upon hearing this. He instinctively opened his mouth, but then closed it again, muttering softly, "Yes, so what?"

Wang Wen laughed and said, "That can't be done, can it?"

As the saying goes, "The moment the thought of joining the Communist Party arises, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world."

The moment he realized that his true identity might be exposed, he instinctively felt nervous and anxious, and immediately thought of countless ways to remedy the situation.

For example, by using the technique of splitting his mind, he could fight fiercely in Huangshan while simultaneously making a public appearance in Yangzhou, thereby severing the connection between his true self and the god of Huangshan...

But just as these remedial measures were about to be refined from a general framework into a detailed implementation plan, he suddenly changed his mind: So what if his true identity is exposed?
Is his true identity something he can't reveal?
Or is his true identity frail and vulnerable?

When he first created an alternate account, he did indeed intend to buy himself time to grow.

But now that he has grown up, if he still has to swallow his pride to hide his identity, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

As for the weakness of his true identity...

After much thought, he concluded that the only person whose true identity could be considered a weakness was Huang Xingde.

Even if we consider the worst-case scenario, and he fails to protect Huang Xingde, the result would simply be that Huang Xingde would be transferred from the dead-end profession of the Canal Gang leader to the promising profession of the City God ahead of schedule.

If that old man were to choose, he would definitely choose the position of City God without hesitation, eagerly and happily!
But if the enemy even takes care of Wang Wen's last weakness, what might he do...?

Just thinking about it makes him want to laugh!

In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are nothing but fleeting clouds!
He now absolutely deserves to be called "absolutely powerful"!
Wang Wen could understand these principles, and Ji Liang could naturally understand them as well.

He may not have a clear understanding of Wang Wen's current strength.

But just from the fact that Wang Wen was able to pull them out of that perilous place in the southwest, he was able to conclude that his uncle already possessed great supernatural powers and magical abilities that were unmatched by the world!

Having figured this out, Ji Liang looked at his martial uncle with a hint of anticipation: "Are you ready?"

If his own martial uncle's true identity were exposed...

Wouldn't he then be able to return to Maoshan in style and show off?

What was that saying again?

Wealth and honor do not return home, just like walking in brocade at night!
Chen Feng was a beat slower than Ji Liang in thinking. Hearing Ji Liang say this, he suddenly snapped out of his daze and immediately looked at his older brother with anticipation. "Actually, I'm not ready yet..."

Wang Wen spoke truthfully, but the nonchalant smile on his face revealed his current thoughts to Ji Liang and Chen Feng: "Let's see how far these monsters dare to go."

Chen Feng immediately stood up, his eyes shining with excitement: "Big brother, I'll go and prepare the troops right now. Tonight, you'll personally lead the team, and we'll wipe them out without leaving a single survivor!"

Ji Liang hurriedly stood up as well: "This disciple will go ahead, Uncle-Master, you just need to lead the troops into battle..."

Wang Wen: "My true form will return to the mountain in half an hour. You all guard the mountain gate and make all the necessary arrangements. Wait for my return!"

The two clasped their hands in agreement.

Wang Wen nodded slightly, and the seemingly physical Yin spirit vanished instantly before the two of them.

The next second, Wang Wen, far away on the Grand Canal in Yangzhou, opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Ma Feng, who was standing guard to one side with his sword at the ready, crossed his hands and said, "Your Excellency."

Wang Wen nodded: "There are some troubles at home in Huangshan, I have to go back. You stay and watch the brothers return to the yamen."

Ma Feng bowed and said, "I respectfully accept the imperial decree."

Wang Wen waved Ma Feng away, summoned the commander of the Fifth Battalion, handed over command of the fleet to him, and then rode on the black oxen, soaring through the air to Huangshan.

Along the way, he used his magic to continuously channel the surrounding spiritual energy into the Black Ox's body, increasing its endurance.

With ample spiritual energy to replenish its depletion, Hei Erniu confidently and boldly unleashed its full magical power, charging forward with billowing black energy, running faster and faster, more and more freely, making a huge commotion, just like a dump truck speeding through a cratered mountain road...

As it ran, it suddenly tilted its head back and mooed. A pair of banana-shaped horns that curved forward fell off, and its four hooves suddenly exploded, transforming into four powerful eagle claws covered in scales.

"Fuck..."

Wang Wen was startled by its commotion and instinctively pulled on the reins to stop it: "What's going on?"

Black Erniu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily, with sparks flying from his nostrils: "Master, have I been poisoned? I feel so bloated..."

Wang Wen jumped off the ox's back and walked around to its front, only to be shocked to find that its ox face had transformed into a dragon's face, and its once muscular and almost bloated physique had suddenly become much longer and more symmetrical.

Dragon face, eagle claws, bull's body, dark scales...

"Yai Zhu?"

He rubbed his eyes, took a few steps back to create some distance, and then looked more closely: "No, it's a black Qilin! Holy crap, Erniu, are you a Qilin?"

Black Ox raised its head and kept slapping its head with its paws. Two points of fire slowly lit up in the center of its bloodshot eyes and flickered violently: "Master, so many images and sounds are flooding my mind, it hurts so much..."

Wang Wen thought of something, flew forward, reached out and pulled out a large amount of cloud-like spiritual energy, which turned into a trickle of water in his palm and flowed into the body of Black Ox, helping to regulate the raging blood and qi in its body: "Don't panic, it's a good thing, it's the innate inheritance of your Mo Qilin clan."

Hei Erniu turned his head and bit his clothes, rubbing against his thigh, asking in a panic, "Master, aren't I Wudi Hei Niu? How did I turn into a Qilin?"

"It must be that your bloodline has accumulated enough, and you have evolved after years of hard work."

Wang Wen pulled off its helmet and carefully examined the pair of miniature black antlers that had recently sprouted from where the horns had previously grown. He laughed and scolded, "What are you panicking for? The Qilin is a divine beast, much stronger than the black ox. You must have had an ancestor who was ridden by a Qilin..."

Since this creature became his mount, although he hadn't deliberately trained it, he hadn't mistreated it either. He often used his own true energy and magic power to regulate its blood and improve its magic power.

Its food standards in the General's Mansion were higher than those of Wang Wendu. Not only did it eat all kinds of aged medicinal herbs every meal, but it also frequently received various kinds of rare and precious medicines from the water monsters of Hongze Lake as tributes...

Even a mountain spirit or wild monster like Ao Qing, who had no roots, could transform into a dragon and awaken his innate talent.

It's not surprising that this guy, with Wang Wen as his powerful backer, was able to successfully activate the Qilin bloodline and awaken his innate talent.

Hei Erniu looked up at him nervously, "Really? You can't be kidding me!"

Only then did Wang Wen realize that its pupils had turned bright red, like two fiery red light bulbs.

“Realer than real gold!”

Wang Wen patted its head: "You're a divine beast now!"

But in his heart, he pondered: 'It's said that the Qilin is an auspicious beast born of a time of destiny, but that seems to refer to the Jade Qilin and the Fire Qilin. The Black Qilin… doesn't it seem to symbolize a ferocious beast of war and disaster?'

He wasn't sure if it was as he thought, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Whether Black Ox is an auspicious beast born of the times or a ferocious beast symbolizing war and disaster, it is merely his mount.

He'd heard of how one's position determines one's thinking, but he'd never heard of how one's vehicle determines one's thinking.

"Am I a divine beast now?"

Hei Erniu gradually calmed down and suddenly said happily, "Then, sir, won't it be even more prestigious for you to ride me around?"

Wang Wen laughed and straddled its increasingly flat and slender back: "At least you have some conscience... Let's go, hurry up and get going!"

Hei Erniu responded and continued on his way with his head down.

As it ran, the billowing black mist beneath its feet condensed into a black cloud, and its speed broke the speed of sound, increasing more than tenfold!
At the same time, bursts of black and red flames surged from its body, burning away the raging winds that rushed into it.

Astride its back, Wang Wen felt not the fierce wind on his face, but rather a slight increase in the power of the mountain fire within his body.

'Today is truly a good day…'

Wang Wen gazed at the crimson sunset on the western horizon and thought to himself with delight.

Before long, a man and an ox appeared on Bright Peak.

Before he even landed, Wang Wen's black outfit with gold patterns transformed into gold and red sleeves that resembled both civil and military attire.

His once sharp, angular face had transformed into a square face with distinct features and an imposing presence...

Chen Feng, leading tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, stood arrayed atop Bright Peak, having waited for a long time: "Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Tens of thousands of ghostly soldiers bowed in unison, hands clasped, saying, "Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Without any further words, Wang Wen directly pulled out his hairpin, which transformed into the Dawnbreaker Spear. He brandished the spear and declared, "Let's go to war! If we win, we'll reward the troops and reward them accordingly!"

(End of this chapter)