Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Chapter 223 Wang Sheng?

"Uncle Big Beard, look at the straw sandals I wove!"

A boy in tattered clothes hurriedly ran down the hill and excitedly showed his straw sandals to a burly martial arts master.

"Good! Not bad!"

"The sect leader said, 'A pair of straw sandals costs ten coins! Keep making this up!'"

The bearded martial artist with a strong physique took the straw sandals, looked at them, and said with satisfaction.

"Uh-huh!"

"Uncle Big Beard, do you think the Holy Maiden will wear the straw sandals I wove?"

The boy asked, slightly shy yet full of anticipation.

This small sect called Guanshui, whose strongest members are only at the Innate level, even has a Saintess position to highlight its uniqueness.

"Yes, yes!"

The bearded warrior glanced at the boy and laughed heartily.

"Fang Yuan, how could you possibly covet the Saintess's shoes?! Dream on!"

"Fix these straw sandals for me first, they're so damn uncomfortable, they rub my feet raw!"

A martial arts expert with the strength of a Ming Jin walked over, cursing and swearing, and threw his straw sandals to the young Fang Yuan.

Guanshuimen has been infiltrating the Luozhen Mountains for almost a month.

Although they had been wandering around the outskirts of the mountains for the past month and the dangers weren't too great, their boots were badly worn out.

Aside from a few important figures whose boots were made of exotic animal hides and were impervious to wear and tear, everyone else could only wear straw sandals woven on the spot.

Fang Yuan was a handyman disciple hired by Guanshuimen with money, and his good pair of straw sandals came in handy here.

"Okay, I'll rewrite it!"

Fang Yuan, holding the shoes, was somewhat dejected and ran back up the hill to collect straw shoes.

He was an orphan who grew up on the charity of many families. In recent years, the kindest people to him were Uncle Big Beard and Sister Saintess.

The Holy Maiden of Guanshui Gate was not particularly beautiful, but she had a great temperament and was gentle and polite to everyone. She treated even menial disciples like Fang Yuan the same as everyone else and never made any excessive demands on them.

"The grass here grows so lush! The straw sandals we make here are much sturdier than those elsewhere!"

"Could it be because that important figure named Wang Sheng slew the demon here?!"

Fang Yuan ran up the hill, parted the dense grass, and walked for a while before seeing a standing rock monument.

The inscription on the rock stele reads: "On the ninth day of the eleventh month of the first year of the Emperor's reign, Wang Sheng slew the old demon in blue robes here..."

Fang Yuan walked up to the rock stele, looked at the inscription on it, and his face was full of envy.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the two characters "Wang Sheng" on it, his mind filled with countless fantasies. He murmured to himself, "If only I were a great man like Wang Sheng, then I could weave straw sandals for the Holy Maiden every day!"

"This is a bit silly!"

Tens of thousands of miles away at Zhen Ding Mountain, Wang Sheng, who was having a passionate affair with Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun, slightly diverted a wisp of his consciousness and, through the rock tablet he left behind, sensed Fang Yuan's thoughts, and felt somewhat helpless.

He erected the stone tablet, naturally intending to use it to guide suitable individuals.

But he hadn't expected the grass to grow so fast and so lush. The Luozhen Mountains were also vast, and the rock monument was hidden in the grass, making it difficult to see.

In recent months, only this kid named Fang Yuan has managed to touch the rock tablet.

However, Fang Yuan's aptitude was too poor, and Wang Sheng did not want to waste the rock tablet as a token, so he converted Fang Yuan.

At the very least, one must possess superior aptitude. After conversion, without needing to force growth, one can cultivate on their own and soar to great heights.

Otherwise, if he were to convert someone with poor aptitude, Wang Sheng wouldn't be short of such a person!

"Fellow Daoist, it's time for you to transform into a hidden serpent!"

Si Ming Yin Tian Zhen Jun, with her slender fingers stroking Wang Sheng's cheek, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, her gaze shimmering like autumn water, spoke softly.

"Alright, True Lord, I'll transform right away!"

Upon seeing Yin Li's stunning beauty, Wang Sheng completely forgot everything else, ignoring Fang Yuan and transforming into a black-scaled serpent, coiling around Yin Li's body.

the other side.

Luozhen Mountain Range.

Fang Yuan had just finished weaving his straw sandals and was about to walk down the hill when he heard fierce shouts of battle coming from the hill.

He was startled and panicked. He quickly hid in the grass, slowed his breathing to a minimum, and quietly climbed down the hill.

He had followed Guan Shuimen for some time and had heard the Holy Maiden mention that slowing down and holding one's breath could help avoid the senses of martial arts masters.

quickly,

What came into Fang Yuan's view was a scene of chaos.

puff...

stab...

Swords flashing and shadows swirling.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy rang out continuously.

"Ah! Why did you have to ambush me at the Water Gate?!"

The leader of the Hejin Sect at Guanshui Gate roared angrily.

"The Emperor's decree cannot be disobeyed!"

The only response the sect leader received was a cold five-word reply.

"What imperial edict? What is that?"

Fang Yuan was filled with panic.

At this time,

He saw the Holy Maiden not far away, being surrounded and attacked by several people.

Although the Holy Maiden was quite powerful, and her talent was no less than that of their sect's innate ancestor, she was now weak and alone and was beginning to falter.

"Saintess Sister!!!"

Fang Yuan watched with immense tension and heartache, his eyes filled with tears, and his heart roaring with anxious anger.

and also,

Uncle Big Beard and several friends formed a battle formation and barely managed to hold off the enemy's attacks, but he already had several streaks of blood on his body!

"According to intelligence, I heard that there are some of that True Lord's things in this area. Be careful, and make sure you don't run into them."

"I know. That True Lord is called something like the Western Tathagata, right? He seems very powerful; even an immortal like the Emperor's Son hates him with a vengeance."

"It's the Western Tathagata True Lord. I've heard that touching his things greatly increases one's cultivation, but one also loses oneself. How terrifying!"

"What was that Western Buddha True Lord's name again?"

"Let me think... I seem to recall a senior from the Imperial Clan mentioning it... I think it was called... I think it was called!"

Two people seemed to be specifically responsible for surveying the surrounding area. They were not involved in the attack on Guanshuimen, but instead walked towards the hill, carefully probing while chatting.

Fang Yuan was so frightened that he held his breath, not daring to make a sound, and remained motionless, for fear of being discovered.

The sound of the two chatting reached Fang Yuan's ears.

"The True Lord Tathagata of the Western Pole!"

"Touching anything he left behind will greatly increase your cultivation level!"

"I wish I could touch this True Lord's thing."

"Even if I become someone else, I must save Uncle Big Beard and Sister Saintess!!!"

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, his heart filled with unwavering willingness. No matter the cost, he was willing to risk everything to save the most important person in his life.

"oh!"

"Yes, I remember now!"

"The True Lord of the Western Paradise, his name is..."

"Wang Sheng!"

"Wang Sheng? What an ordinary name! I never would have guessed!"

Two people walked towards this side, chatting as they spoke.

Fang Yuan's brain suddenly jolted, and his body seemed to be electrocuted, freezing in place, his whole body going numb.

His blood surged and boiled at that moment.

He could no longer hear any sound.

"Wang Sheng?"

"Wang Sheng!"

"Wang Sheng."