Gao Wu: Others practice martial arts, but you cultivate immortality?

"Sir! Please keep quiet!" a timid voice rang out;

Chu Yuan looked down, glanced at the thin girl, and casually pulled her aside.

Then he looked at the young man on the high platform at the very front;

He wore a half-bone mask, revealing only his eyes and gaunt chin, and his long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, shimmering like sunlight under the lights.

The young man was holding a thick book in his hands, and it seemed that he was originally reciting something;

But at this moment, the gaze directed at Chu Yuan from behind the bone mask was filled with astonishment...

Chu Yuan pointed at him, then looked at Feng Zhao and laughed: "Brother, you think you can strategize from a thousand miles away and execute ordinary people with a few words?"

I feel like a terrifying demon king, incredibly handsome...

"Dijin...you really are here." Feng Zhao sighed;

Chu Yuan's smile turned cold: "We're enemies now? Wild dogs..."

Dickin Kachi slowly closed the book in his hands. He was very curious about how Chu Yuan had found him in such a short time.

You should know that what he is most proud of is his ability to conceal himself;

This tactic had once made him invincible, even daring to provoke the commander of the Zhenwu Bureau... but today, he was exposed the moment they met...

"Sir," Dickin paused, looking at the people filling the church, "they are just ordinary people, could you please let them leave first?"

"Some people kill people like flies while doing things they think are doing to save all living beings."

"You always get so emotional about yourself, thinking you're so sophisticated... This is the first time I've ever seen such a textbook example of idiocy." Chu Yuan mocked again;

He noticed that the people inside the church were all poor...you could tell from their clothes and expressions;

They were all holding a bag of food, and on the platform, behind Dickin, were piles of such bags...

Dickin's expression calmed down, and he wasn't angry at Chu Yuan's words: "I'm just seeking inner peace."

"That's good. I will help you... Not only your mind, but your body will also remain peaceful and completely still."

Dijin didn't respond, but addressed the audience again: "Today's sermon is over. Go home now... These two officials from the Zhenwu Bureau are very kind; they won't make things difficult for you."

The crowd stirred slightly, and soon, some people stood up and tentatively walked towards the gate;

Chu Yuan and Feng Zhao did not stop them.

Emboldened, more people hurried past the two and left...

In the end, only a dozen or so children remained.

Their simple intelligence was insufficient for them to discern what had happened; all they knew was that these two bad men who had broken into the church... were going to bully their kind priest.

So they gathered below the platform, holding wooden sticks they had picked up from somewhere, their eyes fixed on Chu Yuan and his companion.

Like a knight about to bravely face his death...

"Children, leave." Dickin's voice was gentle, yet left no room for argument;

The scene from the banquet hall played out again. The children, as if possessed, dropped their weapons and walked towards the church door in a daze.

Dickin looked at the retreating figure of a child and said with pity, "Little Bill's sister works in Miss Daisy's family factory..."

Chu Yuan interrupted him coldly: "And then she was bullied? Even died?"

Was the culprit Daisy?

Perhaps not only her, but even her father was guilty of numerous crimes?

Are you trying to say that everyone you killed was a sinner and deserves to be judged?

This kind of thing is very common and unavoidable; Chu Yuan already knew that.

In this context where force reigns supreme, especially in the Western continent... those who can amass wealth are almost always, without a single, good person among them.

Unless someone is a high-level martial artist themselves, or has a high-level martial artist relative;

In that case, the family would be relatively clean, because worldly wealth means nothing to a martial artist...

However, none of the people Feng Zhao invited met these criteria... so Chu Yuan didn't care about their fate from the start.

If Dickin hadn't insisted on jumping in his face, but instead chose another spot;

Even if those people die a terrible death, it has nothing to do with him... He's not here to uphold justice for everyone.

After being rebuked by Chu Yuan, Di Jin fell silent again, then sighed, "Sir, you are truly arrogant..."

"I'm arrogant?" Chu Yuan almost laughed out of anger: "Let's go over this. Today is my first day in office;

Old Feng arranged a welcome dinner for me, and then you barged in and wreaked havoc...

What, Lao Feng invited guests so that it would be easier for you to kill them?

"Do I have to swallow my pride and the dignity of the Zhenwu Bureau to play this game of 'acting on behalf of Heaven' with you?"

Dickin said seriously, "Why do we have to care about these formalities and superficial things?"

People are suffering...aren't these things more important?

Chu Yuan and Feng Zhao's lips twitched simultaneously;

Morally and morally, they should agree with Dickin... but unfortunately, they were from the Qin Dynasty and had little sense of belonging to the western continent...

"If you can't reason with him, kill him!"

A rainbow of light seeped in, instantly transforming the interior of the church into a heavenly realm!

On the high platform, Dijin did not make any move, but thin human figures were forced out of his body;

Exposed to the iridescent light, it distorted and vanished...

Feng Zhao's long sword flashed, forming a dense net of blades that enveloped Di Jin!

He pressed the mask in his hand, and a ripple burst forth from his pupils, overcoming the erosion of the crystal-clear space, and imprinted itself on Feng Zhao's brow!

Feng Zhao paused for a very brief moment, and a slight opening appeared in the net of blades...

A dark gray shadow stood up from behind him, its arm converging into sharp spikes, about to pierce Feng Zhao's back!

But from the moment of gathering to the moment of raising one's hand;

In that instant, the dark gray shadow was worn away by the seven-colored light until it was almost transparent!

Dickin felt utterly powerless; this was an absolute restraint from the soul level... Even he now regretted provoking Chu Yuan...

The blades continued relentlessly, piercing through Dickin's body, and chunks of flesh fell off.

The seven-colored light continued to sweep through the church, and no further abnormalities were observed.

"Is he dead?" Feng Zhao asked, sheathing his sword.

"Aren't you closer to him? You should know him better."

"...I...am not that familiar with them."

Just as Chu Yuan was about to speak, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura erupting in the distance;

"The Desolate Demon Realm!"

In an instant, my divine sense enveloped him and I saw an old man sitting on the ground, clutching a bag of food, looking dazed.

The last wisp of pale yellow mist in the void is dissipating...

"...Old Feng, I think we shouldn't be so kind in the future, or we'll get taken advantage of..."

"Huh?" Feng Zhao was taken aback;

Chu Yuan, however, was already stroking his chin, looking thoughtfully at the pile of Di Jin: "Without a physical body, the soul can still move freely... isn't that strange...?"