Witch Wind

Chapter 415 Golden Body in Calamity (Part 2)

The howling wind whipped up black and yellow mineral sand, lashing everything on the earth.

On Pegasus, in an extremely remote and desolate place, in a small town developed from an unlicensed illegal mining operation of heavy metals, ragged miners, cursing and swearing, jumped off a huge mining machine and walked into the town's only tavern, built with investment from the mine owner.

Wealth forms a perfect closed loop here.

Miners smuggle coal for meager wages, then spend their time drinking, gambling, and womanizing in taverns, eventually paying back their hard-earned wages to the boss who paid them, and sometimes even incurring debts on credit or gambling.

Every year, there are dozens of unfortunate individuals who are so indebted that they are theoretically unable to pay off their debts with their salaries.

So, they themselves, along with their wives, sons, and daughters, signed indentures under the mine owner's kind care, transforming from free people into slaves.

As a result, the mine owners' wealth snowballed, the area covered by the mines grew larger and larger, the number of transport ships traveling to and from the mines increased day by day, and their size also grew larger and larger. The warships that docked at the edge of the mines and in the valleys, occasionally floating and patrolling, also became larger and more sophisticated.

Even the mine guards, who spend their days in taverns playing cards, drinking, and harassing the maids, have upgraded their power armor year by year, making it more advanced and sophisticated, and their energy guns have become increasingly lethal.

Correspondingly, the mine owner, who stood behind the tavern counter all day with his belly protruding, became increasingly plump and round, and his expression gradually became more domineering, arrogant, and overbearing.

In the past two years, there have been cases of freelance miners whose entire families have disappeared without a trace after conflicts with mine owners.

To all the miners, this tavern was the source of all evil in the mine, practically no different from the lair of a demon king in mythology—yet it also exuded a damnable, deadly allure, and these miners couldn't resist rushing here as soon as they finished work and received their daily wages.

Strong liquor, beautiful women, exciting card games, and even other more taboo things. In short, this place can satisfy all of a man's legal and illegal desires; if you dare to think of it, this place can fulfill all your needs.

But today, the miners who entered the tavern were surprised to find that the usually drunken, reeking of alcohol, and like mad dogs who were always looking for trouble, were now quietly gathered together with clear eyes like elementary school students just beginning their studies. They looked up and stared blankly at the huge old-fashioned light screen.

The mine owner, who was usually as arrogant and domineering as an emperor, sat blankly behind the counter with a strange sense of dread. He also looked up at the flashing images on the screen. His full cheeks were slightly sunken, his face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping down his neck.

The miners were stunned. They, too, raised their heads, like a flock of plucked ducks, straining their necks to stare blankly at the screen. Gradually, more and more miners who had just finished work gathered there, and the crowd grew larger and larger.

Even some of the miners' family members heard the commotion and sensed the unusual, restless atmosphere in the air. They slowly approached and joined the growing crowd.

On the screen, a massive arena made of black stone is being torn apart by a giant mining machine.

One by one, ragged and battered gladiators were released from the underground chambers... Then came the deeper underground palace, with countless transparent incubation chambers containing limbs and organs, and coffins filled with zombies that, though already dead, still gnashed their teeth and waved their hands, their bodies constantly emanating a visible blackish-red aura...

And those enormous alchemy furnaces, their flames rising and emitting strange fluctuations.

Several officials, captured alive by the Yellow Turban Army, are facing the camera, stammering as they recount the horrific underbelly of the gladiatorial arena.

Among the miners, someone screamed: "My God, they even dare to send nobles from Shu Han to that kind of hellish place?"

An elderly miner frowned, pointed at the screen, and shouted loudly at a gladiator who was about ten feet tall with a rugged face: "Hey? This person looks familiar. Isn't he the Ma Dongjia who came here ten years ago to purchase a batch of remelted red gold, and then encountered pirates on his way back, and the entire fleet disappeared?"

Inside the counter, the mine owner's face suddenly turned deathly pale. He was covered in cold sweat and pointed at the old miner, trembling as he cursed, "Old man... no, Lao Qian, don't talk nonsense! Ma Dongjia was... was... sent to that damned arena by pirates! It has nothing to do with me!"

Countless miners turned to look at the infamous mine owner, their eyes gleaming with a mysterious and profound meaning.

In the crowd, someone muttered under their breath, "What are these Yellow Turbans doing? So many important people, and they've captured them all?"

On the screen, a handsome young man with a yellow turban on his head appeared. He raised his hands high and cheered with extreme fervor: "Litian is dead, the Han Dynasty shall rise... Dali is wicked, it is time to change the world... We, the Yellow Turban Army, are here to fight for the suffering people of the world... All people under heaven, regardless of gender or age, are our Yellow Turban Army's flesh and blood compatriots, and we shall share in peace!"

The young people began to loudly recite the proclamations drafted by the Yellow Turban Army to reassure the people.

With each rule he read aloud, the eyes of the miners present lit up a little more... Especially when the young man finished reading all the rules, and the screen began to show images of high-ranking officials being captured alive, being publicly tried in the square in front of the Tianma Xingyun Governor's Mansion, and being beheaded in front of everyone, the miners erupted in the most fervent cheers!
A woman with patched clothes and withered, white hair suddenly rushed out from the crowd, screaming, "Master, where is my little Xiu'er? She's only twelve years old! Where is she?"

"You said she had the destiny of the Nine Yin, an extremely noble fate, and forced me to sell her to you... saying it was to find her a good master to enjoy wealth and luxury... For three years, a full three years, I dared not ask you this question... Now, I ask you, Xiao Xiuer, where is she?"

The mine owner looked pale. He roared, and the mine guards shouted in unison, donned their armor, picked up various firearms, and escorted him out.

The woman reached out, trying to pull at his clothes.

A mine guard, who was three feet five inches tall and considered a giant among the small natives, swung his gun and smashed it hard into the woman's temple.

'boom'!
A flash of evil light appeared, and a Great Yaksha with a hundred heads and a thousand arms, possessing the cultivation of the Taiyi realm, teleported into the sky above the mine. He waved his more than a thousand arms, and a terrifying aura enveloped the area within a thousand miles.

He stared intently at the mine owner and his heavily armed guards, his hundreds of sinister eyes wide. A thin wisp of malevolent light enveloped the woman, blocking the gun aimed at her temple: "My lord commands that those who harm innocent people shall be killed without mercy!"

"Hey, you little bastards, don't be afraid, I'm a good man, a good man, hahahaha!"

The Great Yaksha Lord burst into earth-shattering laughter. He tried his best to control his voice, but the huge sound waves caused countless fine cracks to appear in the void. The little natives on the ground, who had no cultivation whatsoever, only found it slightly jarring.

“Listen up, you all. I am here on the orders of my Lord to stand up for you.”

"Listen up, all of you. Whatever your grudges, grievances, suffering, or hatred, just tell me... I'm keeping a record of everything. Whether this fatso is imprisoned, beheaded, cut in half at the waist, torn apart by five horses, subjected to slow slicing, or even exterminated along with his entire family, it all depends on how much evidence you can find!"

In the distant valley, twelve warships, each a hundred feet long, dark silver in color, with sleek designs and a high-tech feel, roared into the air and sped toward the town.

Then, the twelve warships suddenly and obediently hovered in the air. They shut off their engines, slowly descended to the ground, opened their hatches, and the mine owner's guards, with their hands raised high, walked out of the warships with utter submissiveness.

There was no other reason than that above them appeared a Yellow Turban warship, thirty-six miles long, plated entirely with gold, gleaming in the sunlight.

The Great Yaksha, who had arrived here, glanced at the Yellow Turban Army warship with considerable boredom and muttered, "Well, they said they'd kill a few people and devour a few souls as snacks... tsk!"

On the ground, the mine owner was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating indiscriminately. In his palm, a delicate detector was flashing a blinding red light and constantly emitting a terrifying roar—this was a detector that the Great Li Holy Dynasty army had discarded, and the mine owner had spent a great deal of effort to get it out of the army's logistics system.

The main function of this detector is to detect various spiritual metals and crystals deep underground, as well as clues about earth veins, spiritual caves, and blessed lands... Of course, if there are cultivators nearby, it can also roughly detect the approximate cultivation level of cultivators below the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

At this moment, the four scarlet characters 'Taiyi Perfection' are flashing wildly on the detector's small screen.

As a wealthy mine owner, this guy certainly knew what the so-called Taiyi Perfection meant—he looked at the 'giant ship' floating in the sky, which was thirty-six miles long from beginning to end, with a look of despair, and chuckled foolishly—was it really necessary to use such power to deal with him?
Similar events occurred almost simultaneously on Tianma Star, throughout the entire Tianma Nebula, and on more than a thousand planets conquered by the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Army had enough warships.

Xing Tianli also has a sufficient number of Great Yaksha Lords, enough to control the situation in the entire Pegasus Nebula at the same time.

Whether it's a big tiger, like the prince of the Dali Holy Dynasty who was just captured alive; or a small fly, like the mine owner who was so scared that he urinated and defecated.

Xing Tianli, in cooperation with the Yellow Turban Army, brought the situation under control in a very short time.

"I will not wrong an innocent person, nor will I let a villain go unpunished..." Xing Tianli sat in the study of the Tianma Xingyun Governor's Mansion, which originally belonged to a certain governor, and leisurely said while flipping through the governor's treasured books: "After all, we must have a legitimate reason for our actions. I am not willing to be labeled as a traitor."

"The Taoist is quite interesting." A gentle voice came from outside the study door. A man who was about nine feet tall, with a square face, fair complexion, and dignified appearance, with a pair of large earlobes that reached all the way to his shoulders and hands that reached past his knees, appeared quite tall. He had arrived at the study door at some point and was leaning on the door frame with one hand, looking at Xing Tianli with a smile.

Xing Tianli suddenly looked up and gasped slightly.

Not only him, but Ran Min, who was leaning against his desk and drinking strong liquor in large gulps, also suddenly straightened up and stood up silently. Ran Min subconsciously tensed all the muscles in his body, and on his bare chest, muscle fibers as sharp as steel wires suddenly bulged from under his skin, and a faint sound of blood surging like a tsunami could be heard from within his body.

The three girls, Liu Jing and Zhong Nu, were playful and went off to fight against local tyrants and uphold justice, along with Hei Lie and Zhong Nu.

Only Xing Tianli remained at the governor's mansion, on high alert, ready to replenish the Yellow Turban Army with advanced warships and powerful henchmen. If a powerful figure from the Great Li Holy Dynasty were to descend, he would also join forces with Ran Min.

Given the talents and abilities of these little ones, even a powerful being at the quasi-saint level among them would not be able to withstand three punches and two kicks from Xing Tianli and Ran Min.

Because they needed to prevent a sudden attack from a powerful figure from the Dali Holy Dynasty, Xing Tianli and Ran Min were constantly on high alert.

We won't go into Xing Tianli's supernatural abilities; although his realm is not that of a Quasi-Saint, his combat power is almost on par with that of a Quasi-Saint.

As for Ran Min, he is a true Quasi-Saint, a powerful figure who has fought countless battles and risked his life to achieve his cultivation. His alertness and sensitivity to his surroundings are even several times stronger than Xing Tianli's!
But this middle-aged man, with his gentle, kind, and simple appearance, appeared silently and quietly in front of the study door. He even placed his hand on the doorframe, and he was less than three zhang away from Xing Tianli and Ran Min—if he hadn't spoken, neither Xing Tianli nor Ran Min would have noticed his arrival.

What if he didn't speak up, but instead launched a surprise assassination attempt on Xing Tianli and Ran Min?
Ran Min stared at his opponent with a mixture of anger and extreme caution, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Xing Tianli, on the other hand, broke out in goosebumps all over his body. The countless furnaces of heaven and earth within his body vibrated simultaneously. The immense magical power, which was thousands or even tens of thousands of times greater than that of an ordinary quasi-saint and whose purity surpassed even that, was already poised to be unleashed, ready to transform into a raging torrent and pour out at any moment.

The Spirit Platform Purple Mansion, above the Immortal Soul.

The avatar of Pangu had already slightly opened its eyes. In its azure eyes, strands of divine light rolled down, quietly locking onto the middle-aged man standing in front of the study door from another extremely high dimension.

With Xing Tianli's current cultivation level, if he were to instantly burn all his magic power and essence blood, he could make this Pangu incarnation unleash three terrifying attacks that far exceed the peak of Quasi-Saint. Xing Tianli was not sure whether such an attack could reach the Saint realm, but it was definitely a terrifying power capable of destroying the world!
On his way to this world, Xing Tianli had used this power once.

It was a medium-sized world, utterly corrupted by terrifying evil, which nearly trapped Xing Tianli and his companions, condemning them to eternal damnation. The world contained tens of millions of stars of varying sizes and hundreds of millions of planets of all kinds. While its laws of nature were fragile, its diameter exceeded one billion light-years, making its size quite considerable!
In such a vast world, even Xing Tianli's incarnation as Pangu could annihilate the entire world, along with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and the evil forces that had corrupted it, with a single strike.

With a single strike, an intermediate world was annihilated.

With such power, Xing Tianli could unleash three consecutive strikes if he exerted all his strength!

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping over Xing Tianli's brow, and then, on Xing Tianli's immortal soul, the Pangu incarnation shrouded in chaotic energy suddenly flashed his eyes.

He boldly sensed the presence of Pangu's incarnation across unfathomable dimensions; his gaze even crossed dimensions, meeting Pangu's incarnation's eyes directly.

"Young friend, your follow-up move is quite impressive." The middle-aged man smiled and cupped his hands to Xing Tianli. "May I ask, which saint's disciple did you personally teach? Young friend, you seem to be quite young, yet you possess such incredible cultivation. Truly, heroes emerge from among the young, leaving one in awe."

In just a few words, an inexplicable aura emanated from the middle-aged man.

For some inexplicable reason, Xing Tianli felt that this person was reliable, safe, and that there was no need to be wary or fearful of him. Furthermore, Xing Tianli even felt that the more he looked at this person, the more intimate and friendly he became, as if they were blood relatives who had never met in three lifetimes. A warm and affectionate feeling welled up in his heart involuntarily.

Xingtian Li felt this way.

Ran Min was also one of them.

Xing Tianli was horrified. He quickly calmed himself down, silently reciting various calming and soothing mantras, and hurriedly tried to control his mind.

For Yu Ranmin, this inexplicable surge of intimacy, this sudden and unexpected emotion, was simply fatal—he had once been imprisoned in some unknown arena by some unknown civilization, fighting day and night, risking his life, and barely managed to survive.

What if this burning, vulnerable emotion suddenly erupted in that arena?

A moment's carelessness was enough to kill Ran Min three or five hundred times over.

Ran Min was horrified and enraged. He roared and pounced on the middle-aged man, his fists one in front of the other, creating countless sparkling light spots that enveloped the man's entire body.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "May Buddha have mercy, fellow Daoist, please show mercy. I am currently undergoing the tribulation of refining my golden body in the fire of tribulation, my mind is unclear, my magical power is unstable, and my physical body is on the verge of collapse, so I cannot make a move!"

A cold shout rang out from the side: "If you want to make a move, Guan is here!"

The next instant, a clear, crisp, and cold blade of light, like the first frost of winter, transformed into a blue dragon shape and silently slid to Ran Min's fist.

(End of this chapter)