“Aaaaah…” The long howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. On this night of a crescanto moon and faint stars, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into the gaping maw of a vicious wolf.
Walking along the worn ancient road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening his grip on the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he certainly feared wild animals!
“Oww…” A prolonged beastly howl echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a ferocious wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses to himself while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he was certainly wary of wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! We’re just a bunch of ruffians, why imitate those big gangs and sects with all their secrecy? Is it really necessary to gather at the desolate City God Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, you have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liulang borders the sea to the east, connects to the capital of the distant Aolai Kingdom to the south, and is surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern outskirts is the City God Temple, located at the edge of Liulang Town—a lawless area dominated by ruffians and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians, I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew?!
“Who’s there?!” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five ruffians in charge of guarding it sprang out from the darkness.
“It’s me, Bold San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?!”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liulang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid the new official will start with a crackdown, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every magistrate puts on a show at first, but within three days, their true colors show!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while loudly cursing, “They’re all corrupt officials, filling their pockets and getting fat, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the ruffians’ headquarters—the City God Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, they were worshipping a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original City God statue lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on and insulted by a few young ruffians.
Under the direction of the ruffian scribe, he dipped his palm in ink and then pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the head ruffian.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but look back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big deal this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liulang Town?
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“Huh?! Ghost Lady, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and her plump cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I’ve spoken is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s serious expression, Ghost Lady knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Ghost Lady recalled this, the fear in her eyes had not yet faded. After a shiver, she continued, “That energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t quite describe it, but I was instantly surrounded by it. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Ghost Lady’s pale face, she extended her cold jade hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, discern the truth!”
“I have no intention of punishing you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly once more. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Ruffian San, and with her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that Ruffian San was just an ordinary mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Three Realms True Fire?!
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Three Realms True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Lady below the steps and the ever-calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas decisively made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused briefly in the air, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Ghost Lady and Little You from above.
Ghost Lady and Little You were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Ghost Lady’s injuries had completely vanished, and her ghostly power had even advanced by a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. I will serve you with all my loyalty!”
“Hmm!” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a trace of relief. “Ghost Lady, remember, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power when approaching Ruffian San, the yang energy within him won’t attack you!”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that ruffian then?” The increase in power dispelled Ghost Lady’s fear, and her confident expression returned.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
Sigh… Life is tough! Even being a ruffian means working early and late. What rotten luck!
Liubang Town lies east of the vast sea, south connects to the capital of Aolai Country thousands of miles away, and west stretches into continuous mountains. The only light glowing in the northern outskirts marks the City God Temple, a no-man’s-land occupied by ruffians and hooligans!
Using a temple as the ruffians’ headquarters—what would the heavenly gods think if they knew?
“Who’s there?!” In the dim night, only a vague figure could be seen. Before Qiao San reached the temple gate, four or five ruffians emerged from the shadows to block his path.
“It’s me, Da Gan San!” Qiao San hurriedly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all this commotion? Is there an operation going on?!”
“Ah… You don’t know. The new county magistrate of Liubang Town is about to take office, and the gang leaders fear the new official will start with three big fires, so they sent us little guys out here to freeze in the cold wind!”
“Pah! Every new magistrate acts all high and mighty, but they’ll show their true colors within three days!” Qiao San took off the wine gourd at his waist, took a big swig himself, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while loudly cursing, “All those officials are corrupt dogs, each one stuffing their bellies and growing fat, even worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s fiery words and strong wine boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials brought hearty laughter from the group.
Qiao San lazily walked into the ruffians’ headquarters—the City God Temple. Looking around casually, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Inside, the main altar enshrined a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original City God statue lay pitifully in a corner, rudely sat upon and mocked by a few junior ruffians.
Under the instruction of the ruffians’ scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm into ink and then swept it across a white cloth, leaving a palm print. This marked his participation in the upcoming election for the gang leader.
“Tch! A bunch of idiotic posers!” As Qiao San stepped out of the temple gate, he couldn’t help but turn back in puzzlement, still unable to understand why the fools inside were making such a big deal this year!
Could it be related to the new county magistrate coming to Liubang Town?
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“Ah… the long howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint light of the crescent moon and scattered stars, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into the gaping maw of a ferocious wolf.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he dared not underestimate the threat of wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! A rogue is a rogue, why mimic the big gangs with their mysterious rituals? Was it really necessary to gather at the desolate Chenghuang Temple in the wilderness? Idiots!
Sigh… life is tough! Even as a rogue, one has to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
Liulang Town bordered the sea to the east, connected to the distant capital of Aolai Kingdom to the south, and was surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern wilderness was the Chenghuang Temple, located at the edge of Liulang Town—a lawless zone occupied by rogues and ruffians!
Using a temple as the headquarters for rogues, one wonders what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the hazy night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five rogue guards emerged from the shadows.
“It’s me, Bold San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… you don’t know? Damn it, Liulang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid of the new official’s three fires, so they’ve sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors show!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar rogue while loudly cursing, “They’re all corrupt officials, filling their bellies with ill-gotten gains, even worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials elicited hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the rogue headquarters—the Chenghuang Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, they were worshipping a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original statue of Chenghuang was now lying pitifully in a corner, being shamelessly sat on and insulted by a few young rogues.
Under the direction of the rogue scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the top rogue.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but glance back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big deal this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liulang Town?
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“Huh?! Ghost Ji, repeat it again carefully. What exactly did you feel at that moment?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and her plump peach-like cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I’ve spoken is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s solemn expression, Ghost Ji knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it once more in detail.
“That rogue San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within that scoundrel!”
As Ghost Ji recalled this, the fear in her eyes had not yet faded. After a shiver, she continued, “That energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t quite describe it, but I was instantly enveloped by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Ghost Ji’s pale face, she extended her cold jade-like hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, discern the truth!”
“I did not intend to punish you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Rogue San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she could confirm that Rogue San was merely a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Ji below the steps and the always calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas decisively made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused briefly in the air, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Ghost Ji and her daughter.
Ghost Ji and her daughter were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Ghost Ji’s injuries had completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. This humble ghost will serve you with all her might!”
“Hmm!” The Dragon Mother, seated in her lofty position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a trace of satisfaction. “Ghost Ji, remember, when approaching Rogue San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you!”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that scoundrel then?” The increase in power had dispelled Ghost Ji’s fear, and her jade-like face now showed a hint of confidence.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” A prolonged beastly howl echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and the crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a menacing wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses to himself and instinctively tightened the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts, he dared not be careless about wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! Being a rogue is one thing, but why imitate the big gangs and sects with all this mystery? Is it really necessary to gather at the Chenghuang Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a rogue, one has to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
Liulang Town borders the sea to the east, connects to the capital of the Aolai Kingdom thousands of miles to the south, and is surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern outskirts is the Chenghuang Temple, located at the edge of Liulang Town—a lawless zone occupied by rogues and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for rogues, I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the dim light of the night, only vague figures could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five rogue guards jumped out from the shadows.
“It’s me, Da San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself and then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liulang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid of the new official’s three fires, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors show!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar rogue while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, stuffing their bellies with ill-gotten gains, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily walked into the rogue headquarters—the Chenghuang Temple. A casual glance made him chuckle. Inside, a three-headed Yaksha King was enshrined, while the original statue of Chenghuang lay in a corner, humiliated by a few young rogues sitting on it without a care.
Under the direction of the rogue scribe, he dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the new gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but look back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big deal this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate in Liulang Town?
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“Huh? Gui Ji, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly shone brightly, and her plump cheeks seemed to tense up.
“Your Majesty, every word I’ve said is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s seriousness, Gui Ji knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That rogue San had just left the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Gui Ji recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying fire, but not the ordinary kind. I can’t describe it exactly, but I was instantly surrounded by it. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been obliterated!”
Xiao You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Gui Ji’s pale face, she reached out with her cold jade hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, judge wisely!”
“I wasn’t planning to punish you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Rogue San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she could confirm that Rogue San was just an ordinary man, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t Samadhi True Fire, but something very similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart trembled. She glanced at the cautious Gui Ji below the steps and the calm, ethereal Xiao You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused in the air for a moment, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Gui Ji and her daughter.
Gui Ji and her daughter were first shocked, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Gui Ji’s injuries were completely healed, and her ghostly power even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty! I will serve you with all my heart!”
“Hmm!” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of relief. “Gui Ji, remember, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power when approaching Rogue San, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that rogue then?” The increase in power dispelled Gui Ji’s fear, and her confident expression returned.
A strange glint flashed in the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“That ruffian San had just come out from a brothel. As soon as my little ghost attacked, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within that thief!”
“Oww…” The prolonged howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a menacing wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses to himself and instinctively tightened the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, he was certainly wary of wild animals!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! Being a rogue is one thing, but why mimic the big gangs and sects with all this secrecy? Was it really necessary to gather at the desolate Chenghuang Temple? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a rogue, one has to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liumang bordered the sea to the east, connected to the distant capital of the Aolai Kingdom to the south, and was surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern wilderness was the Chenghuang Temple, located at the edge of Liumang Town—a lawless zone occupied by rogues and ruffians!
Using a temple as the headquarters for rogues—what would the gods and buddhas in heaven think if they knew?
“Who’s there?” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five rogues on guard duty emerged from the shadows.
“It’s me, Da San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liumang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are worried about the new official’s ‘three fires,’ so they sent us out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Bullshit! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors come out!” Qiao San took a swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar rogue while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, stuffing their bellies with ill-gotten gains, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his scathing remarks about corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the rogues’ headquarters—the Chenghuang Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, a three-headed Yaksha King was enshrined, while the original statue of Chenghuang lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on by a few young rogues.
Under the direction of the rogues’ scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the new gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but glance back in confusion, still unable to figure out why the fools inside were making such a big deal this year.
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liumang Town?
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“Huh? Gui Ji, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, her plump cheeks tightening slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I spoke is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s solemn expression, Gui Ji knelt on the white jade floor, carefully recalling the incident and recounting it in detail once more.
“That rogue, San, had just left the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Gui Ji recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t describe it exactly, but I was instantly surrounded by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been annihilated!”
Xiao You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Gui Ji’s pale face, she reached out with her cold jade-like hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, judge for yourself!”
“I wasn’t planning to punish you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s vast experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an explanation for this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Rogue San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that San was just a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Gui Ji and the calm, ethereal Xiao You, who always made her sigh with regret. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused briefly in the air, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Gui Ji and her daughter.
Gui Ji and Xiao You were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Gui Ji’s injuries had completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty! I will serve you with all my heart!”
“Hmm.” The Dragon Mother, seated in her lofty position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of satisfaction. “Gui Ji, remember, when approaching Rogue San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that rogue then?” The increase in power had dispelled Gui Ji’s fear, and her confident expression returned.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” A prolonged howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a ferocious wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, he dared not be careless about wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! We’re just a bunch of ruffians, why imitate those big gangs and sects with their mysterious ways? Is it really necessary to gather at the City God Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, you have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liuwang lies to the east of the sea, connecting to the capital of the Aolai Kingdom thousands of miles to the south. To the west are continuous mountain ranges, and the only flickering light in the northern wilderness is the City God Temple at the edge of Liuwang Town, a lawless area occupied by ruffians and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians, I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew?!
“Who’s there?!” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five ruffians on guard duty jumped out from the shadows.
“It’s me, Da San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the commotion? Is there some action going on?!”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liuwang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid of the new official’s three fires, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every magistrate puts on a show at first, but within three days, their true colors show!” Qiao San took a big swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, filling their bellies with ill-gotten gains, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily walked into the ruffians’ headquarters—the City God Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, they were worshipping a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original statue of the City God lay in a corner, humiliated by a few young ruffians sitting on it.
Under the direction of the ruffian scribe, he dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the head ruffian.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but look back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big fuss this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liuwang Town?
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“Huh?! Ghost Lady, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and her plump peach-like cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I spoke is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s seriousness, Ghost Lady knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Ghost Lady recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “That energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t quite describe it, but I was instantly surrounded by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Ghost Lady’s pale face, she extended her cold jade hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, believe her!”
“I have no intention of punishing you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Qiao the Ruffian San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she could confirm that Ruffian San was just a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?!
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Lady below the steps and the always calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused in the air for a moment, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Ghost Lady and Little You.
Ghost Lady and Little You were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Ghost Lady’s injuries were completely healed, and her ghostly power even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty! I will serve you with all my loyalty!”
“Hmm!” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a trace of relief. “Ghost Lady, remember, when you approach Ruffian San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you!”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that scoundrel then?” The increase in power dispelled Ghost Lady’s fear, and her jade-like face showed a bit more confidence.
A flash of something unusual appeared in the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“I have no intention of punishing you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, searching her perfect memory for an explanation for this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Qiao San, the ruffian. With her immense power as the ruler of the water clans, she was certain he was just an ordinary human, definitely not a cultivator. But why did he have the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t Samadhi Fire at all, but something extremely similar—Pure Yang Spirit Flame!
“Oww…” A prolonged howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. Under the dim light of the crescent moon and scattered stars, the flowing clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a menacing wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses to himself while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, he dared not be careless with wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! Being a rogue is one thing, but why imitate the big gangs and sects with all this secrecy? Is it really necessary to gather at the Chenghuang Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a rogue, you have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
Liulang Town lies to the east of the sea, connected to the capital of the Aolai Kingdom thousands of miles to the south. To the west are continuous mountain ranges, and the only flickering light in the northern outskirts is the Chenghuang Temple, located at the border of Liulang Town—a lawless zone occupied by rogues and ruffians!
Using a temple as the headquarters for rogues? I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the hazy night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five rogues on guard duty emerged from the darkness.
“It’s me, Bold San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all this commotion? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liulang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid of the new official’s three fires, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors show!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar rogue while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, filling their bellies with ill-gotten gains, even worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the rogues’ headquarters—the Chenghuang Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, a three-headed Yaksha King was enshrined, while the original statue of Chenghuang now lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on and insulted by a few young rogues.
Under the direction of the rogue scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink, then pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the head rogue.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but look back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big fuss this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate in Liulang Town?
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“Huh? Ghost Ji, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, her plump peach-like cheeks tightening slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I spoke is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s solemn expression, Ghost Ji knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it once more in detail.
“That rogue San had just left the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Ghost Ji recalled this, the fear in her eyes had not yet faded. After a shiver, she continued, “That energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t describe it exactly, but I was instantly surrounded by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Ghost Ji’s pale face, she extended her cold jade-like hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, discern the truth!”
“I did not intend to punish you. Rise.” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly once more. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Rogue San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she could confirm that Rogue San was merely a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Ji below the steps and the always calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas decisively made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused briefly in the air, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Ghost Ji and her daughter.
Ghost Ji and her daughter were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Ghost Ji’s injuries had completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced by a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. This humble ghost will serve you with all her might!”
“Hmm.” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of relief. “Ghost Ji, remember, when approaching Rogue San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that rogue then?” The increase in power dispelled Ghost Ji’s fear, and her plump, jade-like face showed a bit more confidence.
A flash of something unusual appeared in the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your ghostly power alone, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” A prolonged beastly howl echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a snarling wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he certainly feared wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! Being a ruffian is one thing, but why imitate those big gangs with their mysterious ways? Was it really necessary to gather at the remote City God Temple? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, I have to work from dawn till dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liumang bordered the sea to the east, connected to the distant capital of the Aolai Kingdom to the south, and was surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern wilderness was the City God Temple, located at the edge of Liumang Town—a lawless zone occupied by ruffians and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians? I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five ruffian guards emerged from the shadows.
“It’s me, Bold San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? The damn town of Liumang is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid of the new official’s three fires, so they’ve sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but they’ll reveal their true colors within three days!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, stuffing their bellies with ill-gotten gains, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the ruffian headquarters—the City God Temple. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight inside. The temple now enshrined a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original statue of the City God lay pitifully in a corner, being shamelessly sat on and insulted by a few young ruffians.
Under the direction of the ruffian scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but glance back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big deal this year.
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liumang Town?
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“Huh? Gui Ji, can you repeat that? What exactly did it feel like?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed with intensity, her plump peach-like cheeks tightening slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I’ve spoken is true, without any exaggeration!” Gui Ji, misunderstanding the Dragon Mother’s solemn expression, knelt on the white jade floor. She carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Gui Ji recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t quite describe it, but I was instantly enveloped by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Xiao You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing Gui Ji’s pale face, she extended her cold jade-like hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, judge for yourself!”
“I’m not here to punish you. Rise,” the Dragon Mother said. Her extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly again. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Qiao the Ruffian. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that Qiao was just a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Gui Ji and the always calm and graceful Xiao You, who she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out. It paused briefly in the air before directly entering the spiritual bodies of Gui Ji and her daughter.
Gui Ji and her daughter were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Gui Ji’s injuries had completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. This humble ghost will serve you with all her might!”
“Hmm,” the Dragon Mother smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of satisfaction. “Gui Ji, remember, when approaching Qiao the Ruffian, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that scoundrel then?” The increase in power had dispelled Gui Ji’s fear, and her jade-like face now showed more confidence.
A strange glint flashed in the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” The prolonged howl of a beast echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint light of a crescent moon and scattered stars, the flowing clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a menacing wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses to himself while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he dared not underestimate the threat of wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! We’re just a bunch of ruffians, yet we’re trying to mimic the big gangs with all this secrecy. Is it really necessary to gather at the deserted temple in the wilderness? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, I have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liumang lies to the east of the sea, connected to the capital of the distant Aolai Kingdom in the south. To the west are the endless mountain ranges, and the only flickering light in the northern wilderness is the temple at the border of Liumang—a lawless zone occupied by local thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians? I wonder what the gods in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five thugs on guard duty emerged from the shadows.
“It’s me, Bold Three!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the fuss? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liumang is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are worried about the new official’s three fires of authority, so they’ve sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but they’ll reveal their true colors within three days!” Qiao San took a large swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar thug while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, stuffing their bellies with ill-gotten gains, even worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against the corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the ruffians’ headquarters—the temple. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Inside, a three-headed Yaksha King was enshrined, while the original statue of the city god lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on and insulted by a few young thugs.
Under the direction of the thug scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink and pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but glance back in confusion, still unable to understand why the fools inside were making such a big deal this year.
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liumang?
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“Huh? Ghost Lady, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed with intensity, and her plump cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, I swear every word I’ve said is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s seriousness, Ghost Lady knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian, Bold Three, had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As Ghost Lady recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t describe it exactly, but I was instantly enveloped by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You knelt beside her mother. Seeing Ghost Lady’s pale face, she extended her cold, jade-like hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, discern the truth!”
“I’m not here to punish you. Rise.” The Dragon Mother’s vast experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an explanation for this bizarre phenomenon.
Her bright eyes closed slightly once more. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Ruffian Bold Three. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that Bold Three was just a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something very similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Lady and the calm, ethereal Little You, who always made her sigh with regret. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused in the air for a moment, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of Ghost Lady and Little You.
Ghost Lady and Little You were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, Ghost Lady’s injuries were completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced by a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty! I will serve you with all my loyalty!”
“Hmm.” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of satisfaction. “Ghost Lady, remember this: when you approach Ruffian Bold Three, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that scoundrel then?” The boost in power had dispelled Ghost Lady’s fear, and her confident, jade-like face showed a bit more determination.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” A prolonged howl echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint light of the crescent moon and sparse stars, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into the gaping maw of a ferocious wolf.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, he dared not underestimate the threat of wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! We’re just a bunch of ruffians, why do we have to imitate those big gangs and sects with all their secrecy? Is it really necessary to gather at the City God Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, I have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
The town of Liubang borders the sea to the east, connects to the distant capital of the Aolai Kingdom to the south, and is surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern wilderness comes from the City God Temple, located at the edge of Liubang Town—a lawless zone occupied by ruffians and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians, I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew?!
“Who’s there?!” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five ruffians on guard duty emerged from the darkness.
“It’s me, Bold San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the commotion? Is there some action going on?!”
“Sigh… You don’t know? The new magistrate is coming to Liubang Town. The bosses are afraid he’ll make a big show of authority, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors come out!” Qiao San took a large swig from the gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while loudly cursing, “They’re all corrupt officials, stuffing their bellies with ill-gotten gains, worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his curses against corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the ruffians’ headquarters—the City God Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, they were worshipping a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original statue of the City God lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on and insulted by a few young ruffians.
Under the direction of the ruffian scribe, Qiao San dipped his palm in ink and then pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but glance back in confusion, still unable to understand why the fools inside were making such a big deal this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liubang Town?
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“Huh?! Ghost Lady, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and her plump cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, I swear every word I said is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s serious expression, the Ghost Lady knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As the Ghost Lady recalled this, the fear in her eyes had not yet faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t describe it exactly, but I was instantly enveloped by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing the Ghost Lady’s pale face, she extended her cold jade hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother’s words are absolutely true. Please, Your Majesty, discern the truth!”
“I am not here to punish you. Rise.” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to churn in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her round, bright eyes closed slightly once more. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Ruffian San. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that Ruffian San was just a mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?!
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble for a moment. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Lady below the steps and the always calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas decisively made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused in the air for a moment, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of the Ghost Lady and her daughter from above.
The Ghost Lady and her daughter were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, the Ghost Lady’s injuries had completely healed, and her ghostly power had even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. I will serve you with all my loyalty!”
“Hmm.” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a trace of satisfaction. “Ghost Lady, remember, when you approach Ruffian San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you!”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that scoundrel then?” The increase in power had dispelled the Ghost Lady’s fear, and her sensual face now showed a bit more confidence.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
“Oww…” A prolonged beastly howl echoed across the wilderness. Under the faint stars and crescent moon, the drifting clouds in the night sky seemed to transform into a menacing wolf with its jaws wide open.
Walking along the dilapidated official road, Qiao San muttered curses under his breath while instinctively tightening the short knife at his waist. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, he was certainly wary of wild beasts!
Damn it! What’s the point of holding an election meeting? It’s just a waste of time! We’re just a bunch of ruffians, why bother imitating those big gangs with their mysterious ways? Is it really necessary to gather at the desolate City God Temple in the middle of nowhere? Idiots!
Sigh… Life is tough! Even as a ruffian, you have to work from dawn to dusk. What bad luck!
Liulang Town borders the sea to the east, connects to the distant capital of Aolai Kingdom to the south, and is surrounded by continuous mountains to the west. The only flickering light in the northern wilderness is the City God Temple, located at the edge of Liulang Town—a lawless zone occupied by ruffians and thugs!
Using a temple as the headquarters for ruffians? I wonder what the gods and buddhas in heaven would think if they knew!
“Who’s there?” In the dim light of the night, only vague shadows could be seen. Before Qiao San could reach the temple entrance, four or five ruffians on guard duty emerged from the shadows.
“It’s me, Da San!” Qiao San quickly identified himself, then curiously asked, “Brothers, what’s with all the commotion? Is there some action going on?”
“Sigh… You don’t know? Damn it, Liulang Town is getting a new magistrate. The bosses are afraid the new official will start with a show of authority, so they sent us small fries out here to catch the cold wind!”
“Damn it! Every new magistrate puts on a show, but within three days, their true colors come out!” Qiao San took a swig from the wine gourd at his waist, then passed it to a familiar ruffian while cursing loudly, “They’re all corrupt officials, filling their pockets until they’re bloated, even worse than us!”
“Ha, ha…” Qiao San’s strong liquor boosted his popularity, and his scathing remarks about corrupt officials drew hearty laughter from the crowd.
Qiao San lazily entered the ruffians’ headquarters—the City God Temple. At a glance, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Inside, they were worshipping a three-headed Yaksha King, while the original statue of the City God lay pitifully in a corner, being rudely sat on and insulted by a few young ruffians.
Under the direction of the ruffian scribe, he dipped his palm in ink and then pressed it onto a white cloth, marking his participation in the election for the gang leader.
“Damn it! A bunch of pretentious idiots!” As Qiao San walked out of the temple, he couldn’t help but look back in confusion, still unable to understand why those fools were making such a big fuss this year!
Could it be related to the new magistrate coming to Liulang Town?
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“Huh?! Ghost Lady, can you repeat that? What exactly did you feel?” In the Crystal Palace, the majestic Dragon Mother’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and her plump cheeks seemed to tighten slightly.
“Your Majesty, every word I speak is true, without any exaggeration!” Misinterpreting the Dragon Mother’s serious expression, the Ghost Lady knelt on the white jade floor, then carefully recalled the scene and recounted it in detail once more.
“That ruffian San had just come out of the brothel. As soon as I made my move, a powerful energy suddenly erupted from within him!”
As she recalled this, the fear in her eyes hadn’t faded. After a shiver, she continued, “The energy was like… fire, yes, like a terrifying inferno, but not like any ordinary fire in the mortal world. I can’t quite describe it, but I was instantly surrounded by that energy. If I hadn’t retreated quickly, I would have been utterly destroyed!”
Little You also knelt beside her mother. Seeing the Ghost Lady’s pale face, she reached out with her cold jade hand, using her limited ghostly power to soothe her mother’s fear. “Your Majesty, my mother speaks the truth. Please judge wisely!”
“I am not here to punish you. Rise!” The Dragon Mother’s extraordinary experience began to stir in her mind, her perfect memory searching for an answer to this bizarre phenomenon.
Her bright eyes closed slightly once more. The Dragon Mother had personally seen Qiao San, the ruffian. With her immense power as the ruler of the water realm, she was certain that Qiao San was just an ordinary mortal, not a cultivator. But why did he possess the Samadhi True Fire?
Unless… unless it wasn’t the Samadhi True Fire, but something extremely similar—the Pure Yang Spirit Fire!
At this thought, the Dragon Mother’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. She glanced at the cautious Ghost Lady below the steps and the ever-calm and graceful Little You, whom she secretly admired. The ruler of the four seas quickly made up her mind.
“Stand still, don’t move!” The Dragon Mother of the East Sea raised her hand, and a brilliant, rainbow-like light flew out, paused briefly in the air, then directly entered the spiritual bodies of the Ghost Lady and her daughter.
The Ghost Lady and her daughter were first startled, then overjoyed. In just an instant, the Ghost Lady’s injuries had completely vanished, and her ghostly power had even advanced a level. “Thank you, Your Majesty! I will serve you with all my loyalty!”
“Hmm!” The Dragon Mother, seated in her high position, smiled faintly, her majestic and beautiful face showing a hint of satisfaction. “Ghost Lady, remember, when you approach Qiao San, as long as you don’t use your ghostly power, the yang energy within him won’t attack you.”
“Your Majesty, how can we kill that rogue ruffian then?” The increase in power had dispelled the Ghost Lady’s fear, and her confident demeanor returned.
A flicker of something unusual passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, but it was quickly erased by her millennia of cultivation. “With your current ghostly power, you can’t kill him directly. The only way is to destroy his yang energy, to make him—willingly accept death!”
A strange flicker passed through the Dragon Mother’s eyes, quickly suppressed by her millennia of cultivation. “You two cannot kill him directly with your ghostly powers. The only way is to destroy his Yang energy, making him—willingly accept death!”
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