Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 170, The Story of Zhang Zhi'en's Mother

An hour passed abruptly.

"Court is in session!"

"clang--"

With a loud gong, the judges and jury, led by the mythical beast Xie Zhi, all took their places.

The mythical beast, Xie Zhi, surveyed both sides and announced loudly, "The second half begins! This court session will not conclude until a verdict is reached! Lawyers for both sides, please take your positions!"

"The plaintiff is in position!"

"The defendant is in position!"

Qin Feng, the God of Literature, once again dons his armor and takes the stage.

Compared to his disheveled state in the first half, Wenquxingjun has now regained his previous arrogance and composure. Holding a document in his hand, he muttered to himself, "Leaving aside the case of unpaid retirement compensation in the first half..."

Qin Feng interrupted, "I didn't forbid you from talking about compensation! You can continue discussing this topic! Why did you switch things up so early? Are you worried you can't win the argument with us, father and son?"

Wenquxingjun said, "Young hero Qin Feng, the first half has ended, and we are now in the second half of the trial."

Qin Feng said, "You think it's over just like that? I've only just gained a little advantage, and you're already surrendering and starting the next round! How can you be such a coward! Can you let my dad come up here? We can have a father-son game!"

Wenquxing said, "Please, Young Master Qin, heed the Master's words and do not escalate the dispute! Do not make a mountain out of a molehill!"

Qin Feng said, "Who dragged my dad up here? Who's now backing down and trying to smooth things over? You were the one who called me 'Dad,' and now you're the one who doesn't. Do you own this court? You're so arrogant! Should I kowtow to you a few times?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng was about to perform a grand salute to the God of Literature.

Wenquxing, his face flushed with shame, hid to the side. "Qin Feng! That's enough!"

Qin Feng said, "Why did you dodge? Are you afraid of shortening your lifespan? I'd give you a bow and you'd be scared! With this kind of courage, how can you be a god!"

Qin Feng walked forward, while Wenquxing retreated.

For a moment, the two of them started moving in circles, quite like a cat chasing a mouse!

"Why are you running away! Arguing is pointless, let's fight! Come on, come on! I'll give you three moves!"

"Qin Feng, you lecherous scoundrel! You rogue, thug, and despicable!"

"Who do you think you are? Stop right there and take my palm strike!"

"I'm here to reason with you; if you want to fight, go find the God of Martial Virtue."

At that moment, a voice rang out from the stage, "Young Hero Qin Feng, God of Literature, please respect court order and quickly restore the main storyline!"

Qin Feng stopped his provocative behavior and returned to his position.

Wenquxingjun's mentality exploded again. He had just been chased and humiliated by Qin Feng, and the embarrassment he felt at this moment was indescribable.

Wenquxingjun took a sip of water, suppressing his roaring anger, and said to Qin Feng, "I now have even stronger evidence to prove that Zhang Zhi'en is not simply seeking revenge for his mother; he is retaliating against society and endangering public safety!"

Qin Feng raised his hand. "Alright, please show me your evidence!"

Wenquxing raised his hand, "Guards, bring the evidence!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two ghost generals came up carrying a box with a seal on it.

The God of Literature said, "Open it!"

The ghost opened the box, only to find it filled with a fierce aura and overflowing with blood!

Even Qin Feng, who had seen much of the world, couldn't help but mutter, "Such a powerful killing intent! Such a terrifying aura! Could it be that a demon lord is imprisoned inside?"

The God of Literature, draped in white light, entered the area and retrieved a knife from the blood-red light.

A short sword that looks very ordinary.

Even with the hilt, this sword is no more than eight inches long. The pommel is triangular and twisted, with sharp double edges. The workmanship is passable, but in the eyes of master swordsmith Qin Feng, this sword looks more like something a beginner would have forged himself.

The God of Literature, holding a short sword, addressed the surrounding crowd, "Let me introduce this sword. This sword is the murder weapon of our defendant, Zhang Zhi'en! It's a murder weapon he forged himself!"

"This is a sword. The workmanship and design are excellent. The open, triangular, twisted blade tip makes the wound very difficult to suture, and it can cause the injured person to bleed to death."

"The blades on both sides are narrower and wider, like a saw blade, which makes it easier to pierce through the opponent's internal organs and cause them to bleed to death."

"For an ordinary person to forge such a deadly weapon, it's clear how long this guy has been plotting this!"

"And the fact that he went to such great lengths to create such a deadly weapon was definitely not because he intended to kill one or two people, but because he wanted to kill many more!"

"However, he was quickly apprehended in the mortal realm, preventing him from successfully committing the crime!"

"Therefore, I believe he has a motive for large-scale social destruction! The plaintiff should die!"

Qin Feng looked at the short sword in Wenquxing's hand. "Wenquxingjun, your reason is untenable!"

"If he possesses a deadly weapon, it means he intends to wreak havoc and slaughter countless people. Then, may I ask, do the Celestials possess any supremely precious and deadly weapons?"

"Excuse me, you call those divine weapons and celestial weapons, right?"

"Are you also planning to destroy the world? May I also inform the Celestials that you possess weapons of mass destruction, therefore you are also guilty of endangering public safety?"

The God of Literature said, "Qin Feng, I'm discussing the case; don't change the subject!"

Qin Feng said, "I'm also talking about the case. You call it a murder weapon, but that's only because you think it is. In Zhang's eyes, maybe it was just a good partner, a good companion!"

"Throughout history, there have been cases of people regarding swords as brothers, and this sword is no exception!"

"Our defense argues that this is just a friend and a pet of Zhang Zhi'en, who is simply plain-looking. This does not constitute evidence of Zhang Zhi'en's large-scale crimes. We urge Your Honor to investigate this matter carefully."

The Xie Zhi sat upright and said, "The defendant has finished presenting the evidence. Please take your seats. Now the plaintiff will present the evidence, and the defendant should prepare to respond."

Qin Feng clapped his hands and said, "Our side believes that Zhang Zhi'en is a kind and righteous person. Now, please come forward to verify!"

At this moment, a man's soul appeared in the passage behind Qin Feng. The man was brought up by a ghost general.

The man stepped onto the stage, exchanged a glance with Zhang Zhi'en, and froze. "Little Zhang?"

Zhang Zhi'en looked at the man and said, "Squad leader! You, what brings you here?"

The man Zhang Zhi'en called "squad leader" pointed to the plaintiff's seats not far away, "My old commander asked me to come and handle something, so I'm here! Let me introduce you, this is Zhang Beihai, the captain of the Third Battalion of the Expeditionary Force next door during our service!"

Zhang Zhi'en seemed to have a sudden realization. "I remember now, he's the king of survival on the interstellar battlefield who hasn't been injured once in thirty years?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beihai covered his face, and a murmur of surprise filled the vast trial hall.

"King of Survival? He's the King of Deserters, you know! Teacher Qin Feng has been a professional runaway for thirty years!"

"I'm impressed! Thirty years of fighting without a single injury, impressive!"

"No wonder Qin Feng has never been injured! He must have some kind of inherited skill!"

At this very moment, Zhang Beihai is utterly destroyed!

Fortunately, Qin Feng coughed and said, "This is Zhang Zhi'en's former sergeant, whom he served for ten years. May I ask, sergeant, what kind of person is Zhang Zhi'en?"

The old sergeant said, "Zhang Zhi'en is very reliable and enthusiastic. I've known him for ten years. He follows the rules, and he's compassionate and merciful. He's a good soldier!"

Qin Feng said, "Thank you! As you all heard, a friend who has been with Zhang Zhi'en for ten years speaks so highly of her!"

"This clearly shows that Zhang's original intentions were good. Could such a person cause large-scale social harm?"

"He simply wanted revenge! That's all!"

"A life for a life, a debt for a debt—that's only right and proper!"

"His only deficiency is a legal executioner's license!"

"So, does the Star Lord have anything else to say?"

Wenquxingjun looked at Qin Feng and stubbornly said, "Can one person's evidence really be considered evidence? Maybe it's just a facade!"

Qin Feng said, "Ten years of pretense! That's ten years for a mortal, not the time it takes for an immortal to doze off! Isn't there a suspicion of perjury? Don't nitpick!"

The God of Literature said, "I demand a full investigation into everyone Zhang Zhi'en knows! I don't believe Zhang is a kind person! He must be an evil person!"

Qin Feng said, "Please, Wenqu Xingjun, watch your attitude. You just said not to escalate the dispute, exacerbate the case, or make it a political issue!"

The God of Literature said, "That was just now, and this is now. The case is different. You must follow my instructions, or it will be perjury!"

Qin Feng was furious. He slammed his hand on the table, pointed at the God of Literature's nose, and started yelling, "If it's to your advantage, you say the case is different; if it's not to your advantage, you say it's bad to escalate the dispute!"

"You've said everything, good and bad!"

"I presented some evidence, and you called it perjury, saying the evidence was insufficient!"

"Produce one piece of evidence, and if I question it, you'll accuse me of making a mountain out of a molehill!"

"Do you think I, Qin Feng, am easy to bully?!"

The God of Literature coldly replied, "This is a legal case; please, Young Hero Qin Feng, refrain from resorting to personal attacks!"

Qin Feng got excited, "Here we go again! Every time I say something reasonable that's unfavorable to you, you accuse me of a personal attack, you accuse me of making a mountain out of a molehill!"

"Did you say you were in charge of this court?"

Wenquxingjun said, "If Young Hero Qin Feng gets angry and still can't produce more convincing evidence, then we'll end in a draw."

Qin Feng raised his hand. "I have evidence! It can prove that Zhang Zhi'en is a good person!"

The God of Literature laughed, "Show it! Show me proof that you're a good person!"

Qin Feng raised his hand. "Bring the defendant's family members to the stage!"

Wenquxingjun was taken aback. "The defendant's family member? Are you sure you haven't summoned the wrong person? Qin Feng!"

Qin Feng ignored Wenqu Xingjun and looked behind him.

Before long, the souls of two women and a young man were summoned up.

Qin Feng looked at the three spirits. "It's said that it was New Year's Eve, and everyone in your family was home. Zhang Zhi'en went to your house to kill someone that night, right?"

The older woman said, "Yes, I was cooking in the kitchen when suddenly there was a fight coming from the living room. I went out and saw Zhang Zhi'en rushing out with a knife. I quickly called my sister and nephew."

Qin Feng looked at the other woman and the young man, "You two were there too, weren't you?"

The young man said, "Yes, my mother and I both watched as Zhang Zhi'en walked past us."

Qin Feng asked, "Did Zhang attack you back then?"

The young man shook his head. "No, he just walked past us and glanced at us."

Qin Feng asked, "Was Zhang Zhi'en injured at the time?"

The young man shook his head. "No, he wasn't injured at all, and there wasn't even any blood on him. We thought he had come to the wrong house, so we didn't stop him."

Qin Feng turned around. "Everyone should have heard that, Zhang Zhi'en never laid a hand on them. Zhang Zhi'en was just passing by!"

"With Zhang's skills, he could easily have killed all the women and children!"

"To truly wipe out the entire family!"

"But he didn't do that!"

"This shows that my plaintiff never intended to escalate the killings or harm society! Therefore, Zhang Zhi'en's case is a perfectly normal case of revenge for her mother!"

"It's you, Wenqu Xingjun, who's making a mountain out of a molehill, exaggerating the likelihood of his crime!"

"Lord Wenqu, with witnesses and evidence right here, do you have anything else to say?"

Qin Feng looked down at Wenqu Xingjun from his high vantage point.

Wenquxingjun stood there silently for a long time, probably dozens of breaths.

The God of Literature looked up and calmly recited, "Qin Feng, I must say, your eloquence and Luo skills are unmatched in this world!"

"But you can't win this case!"

"If you quit now, you can still maintain a basic level of dignity."

"If I reveal my hand, you will lose badly, and it will also be disgraceful for Master Meng."

Qin Feng laughed heartily, "Wenquxing, should I say you're arrogant and rude, or that you don't know what's good for you!"

"Don't you see the situation now? I have both witnesses and physical evidence; what do you have to fight me with!"

"Relying on just two mouths?"

"Please! In the arena of rhetoric, evidence is everything; sophistry is futile!"

The God of Literature's eyes gleamed. "You're very arrogant. I hope you continue in this manner! (Enter Zhang Zhi'en's mother!)"

These words caused an uproar in the room!

"Wasn't Zhang Zhi'en's mother already dead?"

"Really? Is the God of Literature trying to trick Qin Feng?!"

"Wasn't Zhang Zhi'en's mother already dead? How could she appear if her soul had been scattered? Unless..."

"The celestial beings used some kind of magical artifact to summon the primordial will of the universe, forcibly reversing the origin and causing Zhang's mother to appear!"

At this moment, the defendant was completely thrown into disarray, and Qin Feng encountered an unexpected and devastating blow!

Zhang's mother is Qin Feng's trump card!

But this trump card has fallen into the hands of the Celestials!

How could this happen!

Qin Feng rubbed his temples. He could think of Zhang's mother, but the Celestials couldn't. Most importantly, the Celestials acted earlier than him. They found the will of the universe's origin and brought Zhang's mother out to him.

Zhang Zhi'en's biggest weakness is her mother. If her mother were with them, without a doubt, Zhang would do whatever the Celestials commanded her to do!

It's even said that Zhang Zhi'en would voluntarily confess and admit to all her sins.

By doing this, he undoubtedly betrayed himself!

The defendant betrayed his lawyer.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Sure enough, a voice came from behind Qin Feng at that moment; it was Zhang Zhi'en's voice.

Zhang Zhi'en looked at Qin Feng with deep regret, "I'm sorry, Young Master Qin, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Qin Feng looked at Zhang Zhi'en with a bitter expression, his face a mixture of sorrow and joy. He sighed deeply, "I understand you."

"Everything you have is for the sake of seeing your mother! If your mother could appear, you would give up everything you have now without hesitation."

"All of this includes betraying me!"

"From a teammate's perspective, I have no respect for people like you. Damn it, we agreed to fight off outsiders together, and then you betrayed me on the field!"

"But from a friend's perspective, I really admire you. You were willing to stab your teammate in the back for your mom. You know how to weigh the pros and cons!"

"I hate it right now, I hate it so much! I'm just bored and have nothing better to do than stand up for you!"

"I should slap myself across the face and hang myself on a street lamp over a pedestrian bridge!"

"I deserve to die, I fucking deserve to die!"

Zhang Zhi'en watched as Qin Feng, looking like a defeated rooster, drooped his head and cowered back to his lawyer's seat.

On the stage, the God of Literature, Wenquxingjun, pointed triumphantly to the certification not far to the side—Zhang Zhi'en's mother—and declared, "I, the Celestial Being, have expended boundless energy to reverse the course of life and death, finally restoring Zhang Zhi'en's mother from the brink of annihilation!"

"Zhang's mother can testify that her son was bad from a young age and posed a threat to society!"

"Zhang Zhi'en, is what your mother said true?"

At this moment, in the defendant's seat, Qin Feng lay silently to one side, seemingly asleep.

Zhang Zhi'en stood up. "Excuse me, what will happen if I plead guilty?"

The God of Literature said, "If you confess your sins, you will have to cooperate with the City of the Wrongfully Dead to disperse the power of the Dipper Goddess of the Heavenly Stars on your body! That is, the resentment of your seven lifetimes, and then be punished according to the law for three hundred years!"

Zhang Zhi'en asked, "Where is my mother?"

Wenquxingjun spread his hands, "Your mother is innocent. She is just a witness. She will live well in the City of the Wrongfully Dead."

Zhang Zhi'en said, "Three hundred years from now, if I get out of prison, I can still be with my mother, right?"

Wenqu Xingjun laughed and said, "That's right! Moreover, if you confess your guilt well enough, you might even get a reduced sentence. Perhaps in less than a hundred years, you can be with your mother. What do you think? It's not too late to confess now."

Zhang Zhi'en looked at her mother and said, "I'd like to say a few words to my mom, is that alright?"

Wenquxingjun said, "Of course, it's permitted by the court."

Zhang Zhi'en left the defendant's seat and walked towards her mother. Instantly, all eyes in the room turned to Zhang Zhi'en.

Zhang Zhi'en quickly walked to the opposite side of his mother, looked at her still youthful appearance despite being in her thirties, and suddenly knelt down, "Mom! Your unfilial son, Zhang Zhi'en, kowtows to you!"

The young Zhang's mother looked at her once innocent son, her old hands trembling, "You, you've become confused!"

Zhang Zhi'en lowered her head and said, "I can't let go! I haven't been able to sleep a wink every day and night since I came back. I swore at your grave that I would kill them! Then I would come to the underworld to be with you, but I never expected that your soul wouldn't be able to reach the River of No Return in the underworld!"

"Thankfully, you've come back to life."

"Mom, son, I won't be confused this time."

Looking at her young son, Zhang's mother murmured, "You should thank the heavenly beings; they went to great lengths to save their mother."

Zhang Zhien said, "Yes! I will definitely thank the heavens."

At this moment, Wenqu Xingjun was beaming with pride, and the celestial beings present also stood up, each acting as if they were saviors.

Just as Zhang Zhi'en was about to kowtow to the God of Literature, his mother grabbed his arm and said, "Son, you should thank him, but you don't need to kowtow to him."

Zhang Zhi'en was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, Mom?"

Zhang's mother calmly said, "They rescued me only to gain more benefits from you, not because they really wanted to help you save me. They have their own purposes, and Zhang's mother is just a pawn being used."

Zhang Zhi'en said, "But they did save you! That's enough."

Zhang's mother raised her hand to wipe Zhang Zhi'en's cheek, "Silly child, your mother wants to apologize to you."

Zhang Zhi'en said, "Mother, you did nothing wrong, how could you be wrong?"

"I was wrong," Zhang's mother said. "I shouldn't have taught you to be kind from a young age! Children from poor families who are always kind, well-mannered, and reasonable will never rise to prominence."

"You should have learned to be bad from a young age; only by being bad can you become strong!"

"Your mother was so foolish. She taught you to be kind. If you had learned to be bad, you wouldn't have suffered so much all these years."

Zhang Zhi'en was stunned. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about! Is being kind wrong?"

Zhang's mother pointed at Wenqu Xingjun, "Look at him! He puts on a dignified front, acting like a saint, but he's actually very wicked. He just wants to use me as a pawn to dissipate your power and quell a disaster in the underworld!"

Zhang's mother pointed at Qin Feng, "Look at him! On the surface, he's a stunning champion, on the surface, a traveling coachman, on the surface, so righteous and awe-inspiring, saying he'll uphold justice for you. But in reality, he's just using you as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Celestials and demand the greatest benefit!"

Pointing to the judge's seat, Zhang's mother said, "Look at them, sitting there all so dignified and important. They're no different from those village officials and judges back then. They're all people who take money to do their jobs. Nobody dares to offend them, not even Qin Feng, not even the Celestials!"

Zhang's mother pointed to the audience, "Look at them, all of them craning their necks here. Do they really care about the truth? Do they really care about justice? No, they're just a bunch of people who love to watch the drama unfold, no different from the villagers who watched me being dissected back then."

Zhang's mother gently wiped Zhang Zhi'en's cheeks. "Whether it's the judge, the jury, the plaintiff's lawyer, the defendant's lawyer, or the audience, not one of them truly cares about you or your kindness! They only care about their own interests, and you have always been alone."

Tears streamed down Zhang Zhi'en's face as she hugged her mother, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom, I've suffered so much these past years! They've all bullied me! I had no choice!"

"They are all bad people, they are all bullying me!"

"But I can't help it... Waaah!"

Zhang's mother held her son and said with pity, "You were thirteen years old when I died. All these years later, you are still thirteen years old, and you are still as kind as before."

"But son, people have to grow up eventually!"

"Kindness is good, but kindness without the power to protect it is just a useless pawn."

"You have grown up now. You have power. The power within you can destroy the underworld, you can make the celestial beings retreat, and you can bring all beings to a standstill!"

"You shouldn't have given up your strength to save your mother's life!"

"I am already very satisfied to be able to live again and see you as you are today."

"But you'll have to walk this path alone from now on; your mother can't accompany you."

"If your mother were still alive, you would forever remain thirteen years old, but your mother wants you to grow up."

"Only when you grow up, when your kind self becomes a thing of the past, will you grow up, learn to be bad, and become stronger than all of them!"

"You must remember that kindness without power is nothing but cowardly incompetence; kindness with power is true benevolence."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present was stunned for a moment, but then they saw Zhang Zhi'en's mother suddenly grab the short sword that Zhang Zhi'en had been using as evidence and plunge it into her own heart.

Blood splattered, shooting skyward!

Everyone was stunned!

Looking at her mother who had committed suicide, Zhang Zhi'en murmured helplessly, "Mother, Mother, why did you do this!"

Looking at Zhang Zhi'en, Zhang's mother said, "As long as I'm alive, they'll use me to threaten you! They'll make you live forever at the age of thirteen, because at thirteen you're kind and can be controlled by bad people."

Zhang's mother gently wiped her son's cheek and whispered, "This time, they can't save me. Go ahead and do your best, build your own career. Don't be timid; I won't let anyone take advantage of my child!"

"Mom doesn't want you to be controlled by others; you need to learn to grow up!"

"All Mom can do is avoid becoming a burden to you!"

"Mom, this is the last time I'll help you. From now on, it's up to you!"

The soul finally transformed into a sky full of clouds and mist, slowly dissipating and drifting northward.

From despair to hope, and from hope to despair.

Having experienced both extreme joy and sorrow, Zhang Zhi'en was now utterly desperate. She suddenly looked up, her hair turning snow-white and flying skyward, crying out, "Mother—"

At this moment, strange and terrifying currents of energy were frantically gathering around Zhang Zhi'en's body!

The next moment, Zhang Zhi'en's entire body suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant body three zhang in length. He turned around abruptly and charged towards the plaintiff's seat.

In the plaintiff's seat, the three plaintiffs' spirits trembled as they looked at Zhang Zhi'en. Zhang Zhi'en suddenly grabbed the three spirits and roared, "You will pay for my mother's life!"

"Jang Ji-eun, how dare you!"

Suddenly, the God of Literature, Wenqu, made a move, sending a white streak of light hurtling towards Zhang Zhi'en's face.

Zhang Zhi'en seemed to have gone completely mad. She suddenly grabbed Wenquxingjun's white rainbow beam and threw another punch, slamming it hard into Wenquxingjun's cheek.

The figure of Wenqu Xingjun staggered backward and crashed into the audience seats. In an instant, a terrifying shock wave erupted from the crowd, killing at least a third of the underworld ghosts.

The mythical beast roared angrily, "Zhang Zhi'en, stop!"

The Xie Zhi suddenly revealed its true form, its enormous divine beast form pressing down on Zhang Zhi'en, forcing her to the center of the arena.

At this moment, many divine beings and the heads of sixteen government offices on the side also hurriedly joined the battle, throwing out magical treasures and immortal artifacts to seal Zhang Zhi'en.

Zhang Zhi'en descended like a demon lord, looking down upon the world with fury, "You are all evil people! It was you who drove my mother to her death!"

"From this day forward, within the realm of the Underworld, all sixteen government offices, and in both the celestial and mortal realms, are my enemies, Zhang Zhi'en!"

"From this day forward, it's a fight to the death!"

"I am about to unleash a new catastrophe upon the underworld!"

"I will make you pay for my mother's life!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Zhi'en's hands suddenly ripped apart, sending all the magical artifacts and treasures flying!

Even the thirty-zhang-tall Xie Zhi himself was knocked back by Zhang Zhi'en with a single punch!

The Xie Zhi chieftain tried to resist, but Zhang Zhi'en grabbed the Xie Zhi by the neck, leaped forward, and roared, "Today we'll kill this judge! Tomorrow, I'll come and challenge each of you!"

"I, Zhang Zhi'en, swear that none of you here will escape!"

"I'm going to kill you all!"

A great battle ensued, reducing the vast court to ruins. Five of the sixteen officials were killed, and the rest were all seriously injured. Three of the divine beings who came to the court died, but unfortunately, the God of Literature was still alive.

On the other hand, on Qin Feng's side of the defendant's dock, everyone was protecting themselves and no one went up.

Looking at the ruins before him, Fusu murmured, "Is this the destructive power of a being burdened with the resentment of seven lifetimes?"

"He's a being burdened by resentment for nine lifetimes!" Qin Feng exclaimed. "Zhang's trial this time was one round, which counts as one lifetime, but unfortunately he lost, making him the eighth incarnation of resentment. However, the sudden death of Zhang's mother brought him another lifetime of suffering, meaning he's lost nine lifetimes in a row!"

"This might be an unprecedented and unparalleled case—the only one with nine lifetimes of resentment! It's comparable to the square square of the square of the number of couples with seven lifetimes of vengeance!"

"This destructive power, if not enough to destroy the Underworld, at least half of it is guaranteed!"

As soon as Qin Feng said this, an angry voice came from the nearby ruins, "Qin Feng, you brat! Why didn't you make a move just now?"

The one who spoke was none other than the God of Literature, whose mask had shattered into ice-crack patterns.

The God of Literature, having lost an arm, glared angrily at Qin Feng, looking utterly disheveled.

Qin Feng looked pitifully at Wenquxingjun, "Take action? Would I take action to beat you up? I would only beat you up, not Zhang Zhi'en!"

"Although, in Zhang's mother's eyes, I am also a bad guy, a bad person who took advantage of Zhang Zhi'en."

"However, I, Qin Feng, am openly malicious! I clearly told Zhang Zhi'en that I was using him!"

Will Zhang Zhi'en hold a grudge against me? Maybe, but only to a limited extent!

"After all, compared to a true villain like me, you hypocrites truly deserve to die!"

The God of Literature roared, "Insolence!"

"I'm being presumptuous?" Qin Feng laughed. "It's this late already, the judge and the Xie Zhi clan chief have both been arrested by Zhang Zhi'en, and you're telling me I'm being presumptuous?"

"Why the hell don't you dare say Zhang Zhi'en is insolent?"

"Have you realized that you can't beat Zhang Zhi'en anymore? Or that Zhang Zhi'en is even trying to kill you? Are you panicking now?"

"Don't panic, what kind of grand scenes haven't we Celestials seen? This is nothing!"

"You chose this idol! What are you panicking about! Idols, you need to step up your game!"

"I still prefer the way you were when you were being defiant and scolding me! Please try to come back to your old self!"

The God of Literature said, "Shut up!"

"I won't shut up, I'll keep yelling at you!" Qin Feng said confidently, "And I'll tell everyone another truth!"

Do you know why they are so terrified of vengeful spirits?

"This is mainly related to something from ancient times."

"The Underworld existed even before Houtu Niangniang transformed into the Six Paths and established it."

"At that time, the Lich and Demon races had already realized that the establishment of the Underworld was a great merit, but how to build it? They came up with a good idea, which was to imitate Pangu's creation of the world and use the corpse of a powerful being as the foundation of the Underworld."

"Then, they set their sights on the Night Emperor, Doumu the Great, who was very powerful at the time but remained aloof from worldly affairs!"

"Who is Doumu? She is the true supreme being of all the stars in the sky, including Wenqu Star, the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, the Nine Palaces, and all the celestial and terrestrial stars, all of whom must call her the Great Emperor."

"His status is so high that even Haotian can only be considered a junior, twenty years his junior, while the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are considered his juniors!"

"Therefore, the three founders of the religion, the celestial beings, and the three clans of dragon, phoenix and qilin at that time conspired to bring about the downfall of the Doumu Emperor."

"Emperor Doumu, dragging along countless death stars, has gathered them to form the foundation of the Underworld!"

"But Emperor Doumu died unjustly. He was forced to become the main body of the underworld, and his resentment would give rise to children of resentment, who are called noblemen."

"Helpful people aren't scary; if you manage them well, they rarely cause any major trouble!"

"However, benefactors are also terrifying. Once a benefactor absorbs too much resentment, they may find the lineage of the Great Emperor Doumu and become her successor. In that case, the resentment and inheritance of the Great Emperor Doumu would be a devastating blow to the celestial beings!"

"The hatred between Doumu and the Celestials is far greater than the hatred between the Human Dynasty and the Celestials!"

"Therefore, in the eyes of the celestial beings, the Human Court can live, Doumu must die, the Noble Lady must die, and Zhang Zhi'en must die!"

"Zhang Zhi'en is now an unprecedented, unparalleled being—a nine-lifetime resentment body. If he takes another step forward, another lifetime of suffering, he will achieve perfect merit, reaching the tenth lifetime of great perfection, becoming a ten-lifetime resentment body. At that time, the Doumu Emperor will be reborn from his body, and the Doumu will reappear in the Underworld, inevitably initiating an arms race. The Underworld will certainly seek revenge on the Heavenly Realm; this is the Doumu Emperor's own will seeking revenge!"

"At that time, the flames of hatred will burn throughout the three realms, and under the raging fire of karma, the celestial beings will attain eternal life—hahahahaha!"

Qin Feng spread his arms wide and laughed maniacally.

For a moment, every celestial being present looked as if their ancestor had died.

Meanwhile, the extraordinary talents not far away all stared wide-eyed.

"Holy crap! I finally understand what's going on!" Meng Yi, the "God of War," muttered to himself.

[Sword Immortal] Wang Xu: "Damn! So the water here is this deep! Only Qin Feng has truly seen what's happening in this deep water."

[Daojun] Yujizi: "What kind of bullshit position of Lord of Hell is this? This is just the reason why the Heavenly People tricked us into joining the battlefield and dragged the human race into the fight against Doumuqian! I'm not going to be the Lord of the Eighteen Levels of Hell anymore. I'm going to turn left and go back to Taixu Temple to go into seclusion."

Wang Xu said, "Yes, yes, let's go home! What are we mortals doing, fighting a war between the underworld and the heavens? Let's go home!"

Just then, a startling report came from outside the door: "Oh no! Zhang Zhi'en launched a surprise attack on the Qiaoshan secret passage, using overwhelming resentment to destroy it. Everyone is now unable to return through the passage!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned.

Only Qin Feng, arms crossed, beamed with pride, "Haha, fried it well, fried it wonderfully, fried it like heaven, wow!"

The God of Literature roared, "Qin Feng, don't be so smug! Even if your physical body can hold out for a long time, your parents won't!"

Qin Feng laughed and said, "Wenqu Xingjun, let me tell you something. During the one-hour break just now, I sent my parents out through the Qiaoshan secret passage. They are home now."

"You think you can fight me?"

"Give me a break!"

"The secret passage in Qiaoshan has been blown up, and now no one can go back."

"Then let's face the storm together!"

Let's face our darkest hour together!

"Haha, to be able to chat with so many important people is truly a great honor for me, Qin!"

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(End of this chapter)

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