Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 62 There is no fairness in this world

"I have met Grandpa Cui."

Li Wushou nodded slightly and greeted him politely.

The people of Cui Family Village, however, changed their expressions drastically and became panicked.

The City God's reputation is not just empty boasts; it is built up through the slaughter of one evil spirit after another.

As natives who grew up outside Wufang City, the people of Cuijiazhai have a natural reverence for the City God Temple.

Even Cui Agong, who wholeheartedly wanted to pledge allegiance to Zhu Sihai and strive for a better tomorrow for himself and the villagers, felt uneasy when he saw Li Wushou appear silently in front of him.

This is the youngest high priest under the City God.

Although Lord Zhu kept telling himself that the other party was just a talented but still shallow junior, looking into the other party's calm eyes, Grandpa Cui felt inexplicably terrified.

Suppressing his fear, Grandpa Cui calmed himself, bowed respectfully to Li Wushou, and replied:

"I have met the High Priest. It is widely rumored in the city that you are the youngest and most talented High Priest in history. Now that I have seen your demeanor, I know that your reputation is well-deserved."

Li Wushou's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the respectful-looking Old Master Cui and said softly:
"Grandpa Cui is so concerned about news in the city, do you know that the City God has given me an order to exterminate the Cui family village, leaving no one alive?"

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it seemed to strike the hearts of everyone in Cuijia Village like a thunderclap.

"High Priest, why go to such lengths?"

Grandpa Cui's hand holding Que Ling trembled slightly, and the words he uttered seemed to have lost their strength.

Although he had made preparations, when he actually faced the wrath of the City God Temple, Grandpa Cui still felt an indescribable trepidation and unease.

"Grandpa Cui, do you really not know? The 'stream bag' made from the bell in your hand has eaten quite a few people in the city."

At this point, Li Wushou glanced at the black pool behind them and then continued, "Did you refine some more? Your river god is really prolific."

Grandpa Cui gripped the bell tighter, his hand turning slightly white. But the fear in his heart had dissipated considerably.

Yes, I've refined quite a few more stream bags, and I've also completed the arrangements for the city lord's instructions. I've already come this far; as long as I kill the other party, the long-cherished wish of myself and the Cui family village for generations can be fulfilled.

And he would become the greatest grandfather in Cuijia Village, and also the grandfather who lived the longest.

Thinking of this, a hint of malice and murderous intent appeared in Grandpa Cui's eyes.

"Cui Family Village is merely doing favors for the nobles in the city. What does it matter to Cui Family Village how the things they refine are used? Since the High Priest has investigated so thoroughly, why not trace the source? Why make things difficult for us poor people who are just trying to survive? Is that fair?"

Grandpa Cui's words were harsh and sarcastic, but Li Wushou didn't take them to heart. After all, he had only insulted the City God. In fact, from Grandpa Cui's perspective, he even thought what he said made sense.

Since the City God already knew that Zhu Sihai was behind it all, he should have just fought him head-on. Why would things be so complicated now?
If the City God wins, I can continue to hold the position of a high priest; if he loses, I can immediately run away. It's that simple.

Li Wushou nodded slowly: "Grandpa Cui is right."

Grandpa Cui was taken aback. What? Which side are you from?
But then the high priest Li Wushou, standing on a tree branch, continued, "Unfortunately, I am not the City God, and you are not Zhu Sihai. Besides, when has this world ever been fair?"

Grandpa Cui suddenly realized that this young high priest was indeed different from the other priests and nobles. He himself was not as insightful as a young man.

"How about you hand over the bell used to ward off evil spirits, Grandpa Cui? I'll take you and the River God back to the City God Temple to be executed. As for the people of Cui Family Village, we'll let bygones be bygones. What do you think?"

"Haha. High Priest, you are indeed a young man of spirit." Grandpa Cui laughed and responded to Li Wushou. Even the villagers beside him, who were terrified, were not tempted by the suggestion, because they knew that if it weren't for Grandpa Cui and the River God outside the city, the old and young of Cui Family Village would not survive for long either.

Li Wushou sighed softly. He knew perfectly well that this was the simplest method.

Since they're unwilling, we can only eliminate the trouble.

Glancing at a wet figure approaching from behind, Li Wushou's mind raced, and he vanished from the tree branch in an instant.

Grandpa Cui, who had been watching Li Wushou intently, suddenly narrowed his eyes when Li Wushou's figure vanished. The blood he had just bitten his tongue, which he held in his mouth, sprayed onto Que Ling.

Then, while ringing the bell, he shouted to the villagers behind him:
"Go to the village and inform Cui Zheng to proceed according to plan. A group of minor priests are also traveling with us this time. Instruct Cui Zheng to try to kill the minor priest with the strongest yin energy first. Go quickly. Leave the major priest to me."

As they spoke, two more dark figures suddenly leaped out of the pool and rushed toward the dense forest at an extremely fast speed.

But Li Wushou was faster; when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Xi Nang, who was waiting for an opportunity to ambush him.

The front of the Stream Nang looked just like the one seen on the Cherry Blossom Bridge—plump, white, and quite adorable. But Li Wushou wasn't fooled. Behind it, a huge vertical mouth was wide open, ready to swallow him whole.

Without hesitation, blood energy surged through his palm, and Li Wushou grabbed the neck of the child-like Xi Nang.

The scorching yang energy rushed directly into Xi Nang's body, which was filled with the resentment of the infant.

"Hiss!"

The stream sac seemed to vaporize like dry ice, instantly releasing a large amount of yin energy.

"Wow~!"

A piercing cry suddenly rang out, and Grandpa Cui became extremely anxious, ringing the bell in his hand even more rapidly. He hadn't expected Li Wushou to move so quickly.

Even more unexpectedly, Li Wushou was so cruel and bloodthirsty that Xi Nang was no different from an ordinary child in his hands.

The crying grew louder and louder, and Li Wushou grew impatient, tightening his grip on Xi Nang's neck slightly.

"Click~!"

The struggling Xi Nang had its neck snapped, and a dark shadow rose up behind it. Just as Li Wushou was about to throw the Xi Nang into the shadow, he suddenly saw the Xi Nang in his hand and saw five little ghosts with blue faces and fangs flying out from behind him. It was the fetal pendant.

They've even managed to refine the embryo pendant so quickly?

However, having witnessed what Grandpa Cui had done to that man, Li Wushou was not surprised.

These five pendants, impacted by his own blood yang energy, even felt unsteady during flight, far inferior to those he had encountered on the Cherry Blossom Bridge.

Ignoring everything else, Li Wushou picked up the sachet in his hand and smashed it down on the five fetal pendants.

"Bang~!"

The five already wobbly pendants fell to the ground instantly. A black shadow flashed beneath his feet, and he swallowed the pendants and the sac in one gulp.

Li Wushou clapped his hands, slowly turned around, and stared at the other two stream bags flying towards him at lightning speed.

Suddenly, it disappeared from the spot again.

(End of this chapter)