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Chapter 90 Immortal Fate, Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon! (Third update, please subscribe!)
Boom! !

First came a deafening ripping sound, like a meteorite falling to earth, then it exploded.

Then came an incredibly blinding flame, and the shockwaves rolled like an angry dragon's tail, completely engulfing the temple hidden in the shady side of Minghu Residence.

A group of monks escorted a teenager who bore a resemblance to Zheng Shicheng.

Before they could escape the temple, they were torn to shreds by the flames and the flying debris, without even having time to scream.

The embers were not yet cold, and thunder and fire intertwined.

A deep ravine, three or four zhang deep and more than twenty zhang wide, was left behind.

The ground shook, and the firelight faintly illuminated Chen Shunan's unpredictable face.

Holy crap!!!
Following Bai Manlou and the others is too dangerous!

Chen Shunan almost wanted to run away.

His gaze was filled with suspicion as he looked at Xiao Qingchou and Bai Manlou not far away, who were carrying a strange cannon on their shoulders that had no wheels and only a cylindrical barrel.

It is thin in the front and thick in the back, with ears on both sides and a spherical crown at the tail. Its whole body is purple and exudes a strange sense of antiquity and solemnity.

There are five lifelike inscriptions on it, which seem to come alive when stimulated by the flames.

Divine Purple Thunder Cannon!
Immortal fate!

It's still primarily about offense and conquest, seemingly related to a celestial destiny rooted in thunder!

Chen Shunan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The fact that the Guolu dared to enter the capital and defy the powerful to suppress Furong's evil deeds shows that they must have had something special to rely on!

They actually brought a giant cannon with them!

As the artillery fire subsided, only the flames of the temple remained, the thick smoke resembling a dragon, its light carrying far into the night.

In the distance, guests who had been seeking refuge from the summer heat at Minghu Residence rushed over, only to be shocked by the sudden appearance of thunder.

Bai Manlou and Xiao Qingchou carried the Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon and quickly left.

The leaders of the Ren, Yi, Li, and Xin halls quickly rushed into the flames, only to return moments later.

Their eyes met, and they shook their heads inwardly.

Zheng Shicheng is not here; only his illegitimate son has passed away, never to see the light of day again.

So the group continued on to the next location without stopping.

After everyone left.

A furtive figure slipped into the sea of ​​fire.

Wherever Chen Shunan passed, it seemed to turn into some kind of abyss. The crimson flames gradually died down and entered the warehouse, being swallowed up by it, leaving only pungent smoke and a few sparks.

In Chen Shun'an's mind palace, the small flame that had been burning faintly suddenly burst into a bright flash.

Its entire body was now tinged with purple, like flashing electric arcs, full of savagery and rage.

This small flame was originally created when Chen Shun'an was accidentally hit by a stray bullet during the interception by the spirit official two days ago. He then stored the meaning of the matchlock gun bullet '戌火' in the treasury.

However, when it merged with the residual flames of the Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon, a new change occurred.

"The Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon actually has a bit of the 'Bing Fire' essence. When Bing Fire enters the Xu Treasury, the power of thunder is accumulated and actually forms a ball of thunder and fire?"

Fortunately, Ma Xiucai lent Chen Shunan the "Sanming Tonghui" and he has been reading it carefully whenever he has free time.

At this moment, one can vaguely discern the mystery within.

Feel the thunder and fire, which seemed to be held back but could unleash a terrifying power like a meteorite exploding with just the slightest stimulation.

Chen Shunan nodded in satisfaction.

"It's a pleasant surprise..."

Noticing that many people were approaching, Chen Shunan flashed and disappeared into the wisps of smoke.

The guests who had just arrived at Minghu Residence seemed to see a figure that was neither smoke nor human.

Even as I was walking on the road, I could still see flames shooting into the sky and thick smoke billowing out.

But clearly no one was putting out the fire, and it wasn't raining even though the night sky was high in the sky, so how come the raging fire was extinguished here?

Only the thick fog spread and quickly engulfed the temple, and the blurry figure disappeared without a trace, as if it had merged into the wisps of smoke.

Everyone rubbed their eyes, stunned and dumbfounded, mistaking them for ghosts and gods.

……

Tonight, the entire Wuqing County is bustling with activity.

The night the spirit official became a god.

Half of the people in Wuqing County were busy worshipping the gods. The imperial carriage had arrived at Lingguan Temple, and everyone decorated the streets with lanterns and placed them on both sides of the road.

The drumbeats of "Lion Rolling an Embroidered Ball" and "Eighteen Sets of Dances" resounded through the night sky.

Many people are disappointed that the most flamboyant Thunderfire Golden Whip from previous years will not be seen this year.

Rumble!
The ground shook, and the sound of blasting could be heard from outside the county.

Everyone thought it was some wealthy family setting off firecrackers in advance, which made the atmosphere even more lively.

……

[One of the three methods and two religions encountered, the Huaguang Dharma's traditional ritual weapon: the Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon, forged by melting iron with 'form and energy', extremely powerful and yang, unleashing boundless thunder and fire.]

Things that already have an owner cannot be transformed into immortals or gods.

"As expected, once the destiny of immortality is taken, its essence cannot be extracted."

Time seemed to slow down as Bai Manlou and Xiao Qingchou carried cannons past a local temple outside Wuqing County.

Ashes of paper floated everywhere, and the red and yellow silks hanging on the statues of gods fluttered in the wind.

A hand silently reached out and touched the barrel of the Divine Might Purple Thunder Cannon.

Upon receiving this message from the imperial edict in his mind, Chen Shunan shook his head regretfully and withdrew his right hand.

According to Zhao Guangxi, the predestined connection to the immortals is already established, and since the karmic debts have not been settled, no one else can take it away.

We must sever the cause and effect!

Of course, according to Chen Shunan's crude understanding, it was a predestined connection to a celestial realm, corresponding to a specific burial plot.

If you want to take a spot in the pit, you have to drive the person in front of you off the pit, or even kill them, before you can sneak up and occupy the pit.

Now, Chen Shunan has seen the reliance of the Guolu Association.

Very strong, very large.

Chen Shunan didn't want to interfere any further, and before a handful of ashes could fall to the ground, he turned and left.

Tonight, the city is even more lively than during the Lunar New Year, with every household setting off lanterns and firecrackers.

Chen Shunan should go back and keep Wan Niang company while they watch the firecrackers.

The rest is up to the Guolu Society.

Trust in the wisdom of your 'allies'.

The ashes of the paper fell to the ground, carrying away the dust.

The sound of red and yellow silk fluttering still echoes in my ears.

Xiao Qingchou and Bai Manlou remained expressionless, and after slightly determining their direction, they...

Like the ox-headed and horse-faced guardians on their way to their appointed time, they carried the wails of death and quickly headed towards Bewitching Bay.

……

After buying two jars of ginger candy from the candy shop, Chen Shunan took out a piece, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and covered with sugar frosting.

When you put it in your mouth, delicate sweetness melts on your tongue.

Chen Shunan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he felt the primal happiness brought by the sugar.

The streets are packed with people tonight.

Those who were quick on their feet either climbed trees or carried ladders to the rooftops, set up a table, prepared melon seeds and tea, and watched the commotion from above.

The elderly ladies and gentlemen who couldn't walk would take a small stool, sit at their doorsteps, fan themselves with palm-leaf fans, and laugh happily.

There were also many small vendors selling food, drinks, toys, cigarettes, odds and ends, fruit, and large bowls of tea, just like a bustling market. We passed by the vegetable market.

The bodies of bandits who were beheaded and displayed here in broad daylight are still hanging on the gallows.

But the passersby were not much afraid, stepping over the stone slabs that had been soaked with blood and then washed clean.

Chen Shunan walked through this bustling street, seemingly a passerby, yet also seemingly heading towards his own destiny.

In Chaodou Hutong, a woman stood alone at the entrance of the alley, looking at the lanterns.

Wan Niang's face was filled with worry, her gaze passing straight through the dazzling lanterns, as if she were searching for something on the street.

Suddenly she saw Chen Shunan returning in the night, stepping on jade trees and silver flowers. The worry on his face disappeared, replaced by a bright and cheerful smile.

"Brother, you're finally back."

It must have been the sound of firecrackers that woke Wan Niang in the middle of the night. She found that Chen Shunan was not in bed and searched all over Chaodou Hutong, but could not find him.

He then waited at the alley entrance for Chen Shunan to return home.

She didn't ask Chen Shun where he went or what he did.

As long as the boy comes back, that's fine.

Chen Shunan smiled and handed over a bamboo basket.

Inside were fragrant fruits bought from the countryside along the way, and some clay figurines with painted faces and bodies, and colorful paper and flags stuck in their backs.

Chen Shunan said, "The county was quite noisy a few days ago, and these clay figurine vendors didn't dare to enter the county. I thought it would be more peaceful today, so I went out for a stroll and bought some gifts for those children."

Perhaps awakened by the sound of firecrackers on the street, San Dezi, Liu Daoba, and the others, also wearing short jackets and with sleepy eyes, walked to the alley entrance.

San Dezi asked, "What happened, Brother Chen?"

"Are there more thugs causing trouble again?" Liu the Scarface asked.

Chen Shunan smiled and said, "It's alright, it should all be over now, don't worry."

Chen Shunan remained calm, his expression revealing a hidden meaning.

San Dezi and Liu Daoba were somewhat bewildered.

At the second quarter of midnight, it is said that this is the time when Wang Lingguan, after becoming a god, was given the title of Lingguan, and his three eyes were fixed on the mortal world to investigate evil spirits and protect the people's safety.

The sound of firecrackers on the street grew even louder.

The women in the house woke up the drowsy child.

Just like staying up all night on New Year's Eve, we must also wait for this hour to pass.

A moment later, the wife led the child, the child led his younger brother and sister, and the younger brother and sister led a small dog, all of them to the entrance of the alley.

The children were overjoyed to receive Chen Shunan's gift, their sleepiness vanished, and they hugged the clay figure tightly, refusing to let go.

then,

Everyone sat at the entrance of the alley, some leaning against something, others holding small stools, watching the bustling street and colorful lights in the distance.

Occasionally, a rocket would shoot into the sky and explode with a bang, causing DouDou and the other children to scream and shout.

Chen Shunan's heart was suddenly intoxicated.

……

Bewitching Bay.

A cold wind howled, and the reeds snapped.

Zheng Shicheng looked at the crew members unloading cargo in the distance and yawned listlessly.

He secretly planned that once this matter was settled, he would definitely hire a few more actresses, including a beautiful mother and daughter, and invite them to his home to drink, listen to music, and enjoy the pleasure of having multiple wives.

He's finally had enough of this lately.

Young Master Lu was extremely curious about the prosperity of the capital city when he first arrived.

At this moment, he gazed at the brightly lit Banno Tsuto on the opposite bank, pondering whether he could seize any business opportunities to add to his bargaining chips in the future competition for the position of head of the family.

Qian Longtou smiled and looked at the three red-headed ships bearing the 'Golden Snake Merchant Guild' logo, recalling the days when he was in his prime and traveled the world with Master Li.

Young heroes, befriending heroes from five capitals, met with high spirits, and stopped their horses to sing.

Although they are clearly two people, in some people's eyes, there is only him, the descendant of the deceased Chief Transport Officer of the Canal Gang, "Golden Snake Gentleman".

This made Qian Longtou somewhat uncomfortable.

Now, he feels much better.

"Huh, what's that?"

Unwittingly, Zheng Shicheng seemed to see a white flame suddenly illuminating a high ground deep in the distant reeds.

It was very bright, and intertwined with a purple hue.

Young Master Lu and Dragon Head Qian were filled with suspicion.

The flames drew closer and closer, hurtling towards them with a series of crackling, thunderous explosions.

The airflow seemed slightly charred, creating a suffocating atmosphere!

Zheng Shicheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face changed drastically, but he didn't have time to react.

The next moment, the air currents twisted, the wind whipped up clouds, and towering flames shot into the sky.

The figures of Zheng Shicheng and the other two were immediately torn apart and swallowed up.

Finally, only one thought remained in Zheng Shicheng's mind—

"Who betrayed my whereabouts?!"

……

Boom! ! !
Suddenly, the ground shook, and dust fell from the bricks and tiles.

A sound like muffled thunder rolled in.

San Dezi was shocked: "Who's setting off firecrackers? There's such a loud noise!"

Liu the Scarface squinted and said, "It's not time to set off flower boxes at the temple fair yet. Besides, without the Thunderfire Golden Whip this year, what kind of cannon could make this kind of noise?!"

Chen Shunan silently felt the vibration coming from outside the county, in the direction of Banno Tsuto, and remained silent.

Suddenly, San Dezi and Liu Daoba seemed to sense something and looked up abruptly. They saw dark figures, some in groups of three or five, others alone, on the streets, alleys, and rooftops.

They harbor ill intentions and are eyeing us covetously.

A cold metallic glint occasionally flashed across the cuffs, like a wild beast that only dared to roam freely under the cover of night.

He was staring down at the figures below, dressed in fine clothes, young men and beautiful women, setting up stalls and collecting money.

The government intervened to suppress the rebellion, and Zheng Shicheng's whereabouts became unknown.

Guolu will encounter setbacks one after another and will have to give up.

Many people guessed that tonight might be the last hurrah of this unrest.

Everyone wants to make a big profit.

The corpses used as a warning to others in the market only deter the timid, and instead embolden the daring.

After all, human nature is complex.

They act like decent human beings during the day, but are worse than beasts at night.

Among these shadowy figures were even local martial artists from Wuqing County, senior disciples from a certain martial arts academy, and even government officials and constables.

San Dezi and Liu Daoba quickly sent the women and children back inside, while he stood guard outside the door, weapons in hand and looking wary.

Chen Shunan's gaze narrowed slightly as he held the money dart between his fingers.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, echoing throughout the entire Wuqing County—

"Zheng Shicheng bows his head, the ringleader has been eliminated, and the Guolu Society and its secret societies shall retreat!"

"Zheng Shicheng bows his head, the ringleader has been eliminated, and the Guolu Society and its secret societies shall retreat!"

The unsuspecting people looked up in confusion, wondering where the voice came from.

(End of this chapter)