I became the King of Ryukyu

But he, a noble cheat warrior, is different.

Although Zheng Yi's physical abilities are currently average, he has a carbon-based body and a silicon-based algorithm. As long as he slowly accumulates rewards, he will eventually possess a pure numerical beauty, just like all mowing games.

In the blink of an eye, Master Bai Ling had already removed his cassock, revealing his body covered in scales.

"I have crocodile genes, and I only survive by taking anti-rejection drugs and painkillers every day. I am the Prometheus of Ryukyu, I am the Shang Jun of Ryukyu!"

Master Bai Ling entered a somewhat manic state.

Just as Zheng Yi was about to rush forward and strike him with a stick while he was unarmed, he saw Master Bai Ling slowly take out a small ebony box from his sleeve and tap the lid with his fingertips.

"I advise you not to touch it." His old face twisted, and he turned his head to sneer, "This is the spirit bone of my Lady Rugu. If it is accidentally broken—it will be irretrievable."

Zheng Yi abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at You Ji.

Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were blazing with fury.

Needless to say, the contents of this box are indeed the remains of her mother, which are enshrined here.

"Put it down!" She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, but she didn't dare to take another step forward.

Seeing this, Master Bailing took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom and said to Zheng Yi, "To be honest, Fu Zhu's kid, you are indeed very strong. You are the kind of talent I need. Drink this and I will return the item to its rightful owner."

"Don't listen to him!" Yugi shouted immediately.

"Don't worry, it's not poison, just a little trick to control people." Master Bai Ling tossed the medicine bottle to Zheng Yi.

Without a second thought, Zheng Yi tilted his head back and drank it all.

"You!" Yugi shouted anxiously.

"There's no need to dry it all..." Master Bai Ling was also a bit dumbfounded. Zheng Yi was actually a kind-hearted person!

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier!" Zheng Yi smacked his lips. It tasted awful, almost as bad as the junk he had made when he tried to refine poison pills before.

A sharp pain shot through his stomach, and he yelled, "You old bald monk, keep your word! Give it back!"

"Hahaha, what a foolish boy!" Venerable Bai Ling laughed wildly, his compassionate expression gone. "The remains of my Lady Ru Gu were originally enshrined in my temple, so returning them to their rightful owner is naturally to return them to this old monk!"

Having said that, Master Bailing stopped paying attention to Zheng Yi, who was now a cripple.

He wasn't lying about one thing: he did value Zheng Yi highly and wanted to bring him into the organization. The poison was actually a pre-treatment for the "deification" transformation.

The human body rejects other human organs, let alone the cells of other organisms.

It's not like Hashirama cells or Sharingan, which are plug-and-play. To successfully transplant it, you need to use a lot of drugs, which are extremely harmful to the body. You could even call them poison.

As Master Bai Ling approached step by step, carrying the spirit bone box, even Che Ye, the little fat monk, was suppressed by the martial monks due to the fear of harming the rat.

After all, she was his own mother.

Just then, a figure held up a small seal and pressed it against the back of Bai Ling Shangren's head.

"You're alright, kid?!"

Master Bai Ling's spine sprang open as flexibly as a crocodile, causing Zheng Yi's carefully prepared ultimate technique—the Qianlong Imperial Seal Technique—to fail.

The old bald monk's poison was indeed potent; even the poison resistance bonus from [Big Stomach] couldn't withstand it.

Of course, it could also be because he drank too much.

In short, Zheng Yi held his nose and drank the owl meat soup that Liu Gong had given him, thus curing the poison and gaining the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

But as expected, seals are still too inconvenient as weapons.

An inch longer means an inch stronger; an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.

It was dangerous enough, but he wasn't strong enough.

However, this attack was not entirely ineffective. As Bai Ling Shangren dodged, the urn in her hand fell to the ground. Zheng Yi pounced like a wild dog and firmly hugged the urn in his arms.

Master Bai Ling grabbed Zheng Yi by the back of the neck with a force as strong as an iron clamp. Before Zheng Yi could even try to use his neck to generate electricity, she slammed his head against a nanmu pillar with a loud bang.

Wood chips flew everywhere, Zheng Yi's vision went black, and blood appeared directly on his forehead, but he was still tightly holding the urn containing Madam Rugu's ashes.

[You, carrying a precious treasure, deeply impressed Lin Xiangru, the senior minister of Zhao, with your integrity in striking your head against a pillar. He only threatened the King of Qin with striking his head against the pillar, but you actually did it.]

[You have acquired the skill "Returning the Jade Intact"]

【Returning the Jade Intact: A life-assistance skill for finding lost items, allowing any item to be quickly returned to its owner and put back in its original location. Effective within a one-kilometer radius.】

Returning the jade intact to Zhao?

Life skills?

What's the point of this thing!

Before Zheng Yi could think any further, Master Bai Ling had already charged forward menacingly, wielding a crescent shovel.

Zheng Yi quickly tossed the urn to the chubby boy.

The reason he didn't give it to Yuki was twofold: firstly, Yuki's fighting ability was inferior to Tetsuya's, and secondly, Zheng Yi was worried that holding the urn would put her in a more dangerous situation.

The moment Zheng Yi threw the urn to Cheye, he stomped his foot and lunged forward.

Without weapons, the power of Taizong Fist was reduced by more than half, but Zheng Yi's palm crackled with electricity.

He dodged Bai Ling Shangren's powerful claw strike by sidestepping, and his hand blade flashed like lightning, precisely striking the gap between the scales on the opponent's elbow joint.

time -

The electric shock caused Master Bai Ling to groan in pain. He turned his other hand from a palm into a fist, but the electric shock slowed him down considerably.

"Zheng Yi, you still say you can't charm people!"

"That's static electricity, it's basic middle school physics!"

Instead of retreating, Zheng Yi advanced, using the force of the opponent's punch to perform a somersault. He used his right foot to push off the thick arm, and his whole body soared into the air, his left knee slamming heavily into Bai Ling Shangren's chin.

"Bang!"

Master Bai Ling was knocked backward by the knee, his last few teeth flying out with blood and foam.

After landing, Zheng Yi slid in to avoid the combined attack of the two monks behind him, and also picked up the tin staff on the ground. He knocked down the two monks and was about to join up with Youji and the others.

"Why are you struggling? I have no intention of hurting you. I only want the Red Army's treasure and to save Ryukyu in my own way!"

Master Bai Ling's eyes were red, and her aura rose step by step. "You forced me to this!"

Just when Zheng Yi thought he was about to transform into a second form like Frieza, he pulled out a Smith & Wesson Model 640 from his waist and walked towards Zheng Yi.

Japan is indeed a country with strict gun control, but that doesn't mean you can't get your hands on real guns!

Clearly, Master Bailing has far more resources than Xuanhai.

Not only him, but five other monks also drew their sidearms.

Damn it, so he's also from the Ashina school!

Zheng Yi took off running; he wasn't stupid enough to stay put and fight their American-style iaido with cold weapons.

Bang bang bang!

Master Bai Ling fired three shots in a row, but fortunately Zheng Yi had been practicing running recently, and the [Flying Cat Leg] skill bestowed by Liu Bilie also provided a 10% speed bonus, which allowed him to barely dodge them.

Zheng Yi was in a sorry state, relentlessly pursued by someone with a gun.

He even considered using a transfer card.

But while the girls were still in the temple, he traveled thousands of miles like the wind, leaving those who remained behind in trouble.

"It stinks!"

Suddenly, a foul odor made Zheng Yi instinctively hold his breath in the face of life and death.

It turned out that he had run to the vicinity of the outhouse of Lingquan Temple. Because the water pipes had been in disrepair for many years, Lingquan Temple had been using dry toilets, which had a very pungent smell.

"Damn it, whatever." Almost instantly, Zheng Yi came up with an idea. His conscience ached for a second, and he rushed into the outhouse.