Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 88 Anger

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A week later, as a series of yellow lines appeared on the horizon, the hometown of the Jindan period finally arrived.

It is obvious that the mortal kingdom here has already learned the news.

As usual, preparations are made to welcome the arrival of the immortal.

Needless to say, the welcoming ceremony was extremely luxurious considering the productivity of the mortal kingdom.

And there are all kinds of prostitutes and husbands.

All of this is for the monks to enjoy themselves.

But what can we do? The mortal Hua Niang and her husband can only watch.

Given the strong physique of the cultivator, it is possible that someone will be killed.

Moreover, it is impossible to give full play to this matter. It is actually boring to be cautious every time.

……

"Damn it! Why was my Xiu Niang selected? Why!"

A ragged, skinny young man, with his hands clenched so tightly that his fingers turned white, stared intently at the magnificent attic in the distance where people were singing and dancing.

"Why? It's because you are too weak. If you were strong enough, how could your Xiuniang be selected? How could she be taken away by Mr. Wang?"

A sinister voice came from the red rope around the boy's neck.

The boy asked, "What is weak? What is strong?"

A sinister voice said, "You are weak, and Mr. Wang is strong. Mr. Wang is weak, and the county magistrate is strong."

"The county magistrate is weak, and the prince is strong."

"The prince is weak, and the monk is strong."

The young man replied, "So strength and weakness are relative?"

A sinister voice said, "You're quite perceptive. That's why I'm helping you."

The young man asked, "How can you help me? How can you help me?"

A sinister voice said, "Haven't I already helped you? I helped you travel all the way from your hometown to here."

"Otherwise, if you walk ten miles alone, you might get eaten by wild animals. You won't even recognize the road."

The young man said, "This is not enough! This is not enough! I want my Xiuniang back!"

A sinister voice laughed heartily, "With your physique, you can't even defeat a mortal guard. And you still want to break into the immortal cultivators and rob them?"

Hatred flashed in the boy's eyes. "I know, I know, I'm not enough. But I know you will help me, right? You will help me, right?"

"Otherwise you wouldn't have helped me leave my hometown."

The sinister voice laughed even more happily: "You think too much, you are just an ordinary mortal."

"I'm just here to have some fun."

"You don't want to overthink it."

The young man suddenly grasped the red string around his neck tightly: "Why! Why! Why are you unwilling to help me! Why!"

A sinister voice said, "When you ask 'why', you should know why."

"But I don't blame you, because this is you, this is the unique you."

"You are paranoid, eccentric, and self-centered in the eyes of others."

"So, goodbye."

After that, there was no more sound on the red line.

The red thread also lost its power and was easily torn apart by the young man. He was stunned for a moment, then roared to the sky, his tone full of resentment.

"Why! Why! Why on earth!"

You Ji's figure emerged. She looked at the young man who was stumbling towards the attic and said, "Sir, what's the use of this mortal?"

"I don't know the rules of etiquette, I don't know how to advance or retreat, I am paranoid and arrogant, and I only care about myself."

"Even if you have spiritual roots, it's impossible to make a name for yourself in the world of immortal cultivation."

The young master said, "The Way of Heaven is clear and distinct; each has its place; all things are in order, and each has its place."

“There are no useless things, only useless people.”

……

The young man rushed to the attic and the attic guard with all his strength.

However, this place is still very far away from the attic, and even farther away from the top floor of the attic!
"What are you doing! Get out of here, beggar! This is not the place for you!"

The guard scolded mercilessly. He was furious. What was wrong with the guards in front of the city that they allowed beggars to come in?

What if you offend an important person?
However, the young man paid no attention to the guard's words. He murmured, "My Xiuniang, my Xiuniang, give me Xiuniang back!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the guard, trying to break in.

The guard sneered and looked at his accomplice beside him, who raised the knife in his arm.

The guard knew instantly that it was his turn to take action.

"Qiang——!"

A flash of knife light passed by, and the guard showed no mercy at all, nor did he need to show mercy.

Like a young beggar, every morning there are countless corpse collectors in the city.

Even if you are killed by the guards, it is not a big deal.

At most, there were a few more streaks of blood on the ground.

It needs to be washed quickly to avoid displeasing the noble person.

The young man faced the knife light without dodging or evading. There was no fear of the knife light in his heart, only anger.

Why did the angry guards dare to stop him? On what basis did they dare to stop him?

Therefore, this trace of anger turned into a wisp of air, which filled his legs and the boy's body accelerated suddenly.

He dodged the knife light and passed by the guard in his astonished eyes.

During this time, the boy's foot got stuck on the threshold, so he broke it and stepped into the attic in one step.

The guard shouted angrily: "Damn it!"

He swung the knife again. The anger in his heart made him ignore the boy's strange behavior, or perhaps he had not figured out what was going on in such a short time.

So, he died.

He died at the boy's hands amidst the astonished eyes of his companions.

The young man threw a single punch, shattering the blade, the armor on his body, and his internal organs and bones.

"So this is strength and weakness, this is power."

The young man muttered to himself and stepped onto the attic without hesitation. Under his great strength, the wooden blocks of the attic were broken into pieces like the door threshold.

"who is it!"

There are more than two guards, there are also guards on the attic.

They were shocked when they saw the young man walking towards them on wooden boards. Is this the power that a mortal can possess?

This is the power that can be unleashed by those who are weak and skinny.

However, as part of their duty, they had to stop it.

If they don't stop it and something goes wrong, their families and their clans will suffer.

"Crack——!"

There was no surprise at all. The sounds of weapons breaking, bones breaking, and all kinds of other sounds mixed together.

"Xiuniang, my Xiuniang! I'm here to save you!"

"boom--!"

From then on, the boy broke into the attic.

And what greeted him was——