Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 442, 441 Sky-Piercing Illusion
As he fell, Zijin She saw Shunzi standing above him, reaching out his palm towards him.

With a clenched fist, a muffled boom followed by the sudden closure of the earth.

The deep pit is gone, and the ground is as smooth as ever.

Feeling the ground stop moving, Shunzi spat on the ground: "What high skill or low skill? I'll crush you if I don't."

The words have not yet fallen.

Rumble!
A bolt of lightning struck down with a deafening roar. The change happened so fast that Shunzi was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.

As I looked up at the sky in astonishment, the ground beneath me suddenly rose up again, and the next second—

Bang——! !

A dazzling bolt of lightning pierced through the earth and rocks, sending Shunzi flying high into the air.

Zi Jinshe's figure appeared in the lightning. The blue arcs of electricity that originally surrounded her had turned purple and were more dense, making her look as if she were wearing a suit of purple and gold armor.

With nowhere to grab hold in mid-air, Shunzi only caught a glimpse of Zijin She's figure flashing past his eyes, and the next moment a voice came from behind him.

"Hibernation and Body Tempering..."

when!
Suddenly struck on the back, another lead weight shattered, and the straight fell like a cannonball, hitting the ground with a muffled thud and kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

The hunting rifle lay to one side. Shunzi gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he reached out to grab the barrel.

laugh!
The spear shot out and pierced through his palm, pinning him down.

Shunzi looked up and saw Zijin She standing with her hands behind her back at the end of the spear. When she looked down at him, a purple light flashed in her eyes.

"...His awakening was earth-shattering."

"This is the Awakening of Insects."

Shunzi gripped the gun handle, trying to pull it out.

But as soon as his palm touched the gun, it crackled with electricity, making Shunzi tremble all over and unable to exert any strength.

Zi Jinshe remained calm and composed. He gazed at Shunzi and said, "All disciples of the Jingzhe Temple must first learn the Hibernation Method to strengthen their bodies, and then learn the Shocking Technique to cultivate their spirits. The Hibernation Method requires one to be trapped underground for many years, unable to move and never see the light of day. Your spells are nothing more than commonplace to me."

He then changed the subject: "But the problem is, this is not the method of the Church of the Mist."

"Manipulating earth and rocks to apply immense pressure—I've never heard of such magic before. Who are you?"

"It's your own grandfather!"

Shunzi suddenly roared, grabbing the gun handle and refusing to let go, even as he was trembling from the electric shock, letting the electric light spread throughout his body.

Zi Jinshe's gaze changed slightly—he clearly saw that the purple lightning that was raging around Shunzi's body eventually all merged into the ground and disappeared. Even though he increased the amount of magic power he poured in, Shunzi only trembled more violently, but he couldn't stop the purple lightning from disappearing.

The Mountain Moving Technique was operating wildly, with a continuous stream of power flowing from the earth into his body, supporting Shunzi's will.

Shunzi slowly pulled out the spear tip. Seeing that things were not going well, Zijin She above immediately took the initiative to draw her spear, kicked it with her toe, and swept the spearhead horizontally, the sharp edge of which swept towards Shunzi's throat.

Shunzi was still paralyzed and it seemed there was no way to avoid it.

A muffled thud.

Zi Jinshe felt as if the tip of the spear had struck a hard object, unable to advance any further.

He quickly focused his gaze and saw the spearhead pressed against Shunzi's throat, but his skin was covered with a layer of gray, as if it had turned into some kind of hard stone.

In a daze, I heard a roar from an ancient behemoth.

Suddenly, a shadow fell.

Zi Jinshe's pupils gradually dilated—as he gazed at him, Shunzi's figure suddenly began to grow taller, and in an instant, a towering giant appeared in his field of vision, making him seem as small as an ant.

Zi Jinshe stood there, stunned, muttering to herself, "What...is this...?"

The giant raised his mountain-sized hammer and brought it down, unleashing a boundless gale. Faced with such godlike power, Zi Jinshe couldn't even muster the will to resist; she could only close her eyes in despair.

Bang! !

With a loud bang in her mind, Zi Jinshe was sent flying by the spiked club, spinning several times in the air before landing.

Zi Jinshe, lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes—where were the giants? Where was the gale?
It's all an illusion; all that's left is Shunzi wielding a spiked club.

Although she had taken a heavy blow, Zi Jinshe was still a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Divine Travel Realm, and was not without the power to fight back.

But he was already terrified by the illusion he had just witnessed. Seeing Shunzi approaching, he immediately made a hand seal and his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, shooting away—he escaped.

Shunzi was also stunned. He had no idea what Zijin She had just experienced and thought that Zijin She had hidden away and was preparing to launch a sneak attack. So he immediately became very alert and began to observe his surroundings vigilantly.

It was still pitch black all around. As Shunzi paced around, he lost track of where he was in the garden, but suddenly he heard Feng Xiuhu's voice.

What information are you afraid of leaking?

Then came Jeffrey Zhang's pleading voice: "Please let me go! It was—it was Jingzhe Temple that first discovered it, go ask them!"

Rip—the sound of paper being torn.

Jeffrey Zhang let out a scream.

Feng Xiuhu said again, "If you don't tell me first, how will I know whether they are telling the truth or lying when I ask them later?"

Jeffrey Zhang finally spoke up: "No, stop tearing it, I'll talk."

“There is a magical tree growing here. In order to keep it for ourselves, we made a deal with the Jingzhe Temple not to let the news get out.”

"The Spirit Tree?"

Feng Xiuhu's tone was somewhat puzzled—he did know about the Spirit Wood; when he broke through to the Spirit Realm, Shi had asked him to prepare all kinds of spiritual materials, and the Spirit Wood was one of them.

According to Shi, he said that spirit wood is a type of tree that connects the mortal world and the spirit world. Although it is a spiritual material, it is not considered a particularly precious treasure.

Following the sound, Shunzi walked over.

Shunzi saw Feng Xiuhu squatting on the ground, and in front of him was Jeffrey Zhang, who only had a head—or rather, Jeffrey Zhang's body, apart from his head, remained in shadow form and was pressed against the ground.

He seemed trapped in this state, unable to move at all.

Feng Xiuhu heard footsteps and turned around: "Are you done fighting?"

Shunzi scratched his head: "They disappeared while we were fighting."

Noticing the blood flowing from his hand, Feng Xiuhu frowned: "How could you be so careless?"

Shunzi grinned: "You underestimated him. He's actually quite good at fighting."

Feng Xiuhu turned around and tore off the shadow's hand from the ground.

Jeffrey Zhang let out another scream: "I've already spoken!"

Feng Xiuhu pointed to Shunzi behind him: "This is to compensate my brother."

Jeffrey Zhang exclaimed incredulously, "It wasn't me!"

Feng Xiuhu chuckled awkwardly, "He's not here, is he?"

Jeffrey Zhang wanted to argue, but then he saw Feng Xiuhu staring at him with ill intent.

Jeffrey Zhang swallowed back the words that were about to come out: "Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence—what else do you want to know?"

Feng Xiuhu asked, "You sealed off an entire city for the sake of a single tree, but why did you force them to live underground, preventing them from even planting crops and leaving them no way to survive?"

Faced with this question, Jeffrey Zhang showed a surprised expression. He looked at Feng Xiuhu with a puzzled expression: "What kind of question is this? This is just the proper way to keep a secret. If it were your Misty Church, you would do the same thing—is there anything wrong with it?"

(End of this chapter)