Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe transformed himself into Zhao Zilong and settled down in a small courtyard near the Fahua Temple in Luoyi City. He knew that to survive in this world, he first needed to understand its rules and history. So, he began reading extensively to gain more knowledge. As the saying goes, "Books hold the golden house, books hold the beautiful woman." Through continuous learning, he gained a deeper understanding of the world.

According to historical records, about 500 years ago, King You of Zhou, in an attempt to win the favor of the beautiful Bao Si, came up with the ridiculous idea of lighting beacons to trick the princes. However, it was precisely because of his foolish act that the 800 princes became angry and declared independence, threatening to overthrow the Zhou Dynasty.

Seeing the Great Zhou Dynasty on the verge of collapse, Emperor Ziwei was forced to intervene. He first executed the incompetent descendant of King You of Zhou, then sent Jiang Ziya to appease the 800 princes, barely preserving the last shred of dignity of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The decline of the Great Zhou Dynasty wasn't accidental; it was due to its own destiny. Emperor Ziwei's forced continuation of the Ji Dynasty led to widespread demonic activity, leaving the people destitute. Major sects dispatched disciples to garrison cities to suppress the demons, with Luoyi City being a prime example.

Zhao Shanhe had obtained most of this information from various city lords' mansions; ordinary people wouldn't have access to it. He couldn't help but sigh, "All crows are evil. The rules are for ordinary people. Emperor Ziwei, for his own selfish reasons, has harmed the people of the world."

Only three cities remained in the Great Zhou Dynasty, namely Xiqi, the hometown of Emperor Ziwei, the capital Haojing, and Luoyi City. Although it was said to be the common ruler of the world, few vassal states took it seriously.

Zhao Shanhe discovered that the currencies of other vassal states did not have the ability to accelerate the Chaos Spirit Field, so he planned to focus on developing businesses in the three cities of Haojing, Xiqi, and Luoyi.

This world's civilization was developing in a different direction. Those with talent were cultivating immortality, and few cared about the lives of ordinary people. They still maintained a backward way of production. Zhao Shanhe planned to improve the lives of ordinary people by starting from this aspect.

There was a new Zhao's trading company in Luoyi City, covering all walks of life, and gradually developed to Haojing and Xiqi.

"Boss, the elder from Fahua Temple is here again to ask for money. This time he wants 30,000 coins." The shopkeeper of Zhao's Trading Company came to report.

"'This matter must be reported. Give them fifty thousand coins. Our company is safe and sound thanks to the Buddha's blessing. Go away.'"

The shopkeeper left, and Zhao Shanhe's eyes flickered with murderous intent. These monks were too greedy, and they had to be dealt with. Seeing the Zhao Company's cowardice, the monks from Fahua Temple planned to return in a few days to extort money.

Five hundred miles from Luoyi City, there's Black Wind Mountain. Within the mountain lies a Black Wind Cave, housing a den of Black Wolf Demons. The leader is a demon general, equivalent to a cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage. He's furious because his beloved youngest son, Le Kong, a monk from the Fahua Temple, has been skinned, his tendons removed, and roasted for meat.

On a dark, windy night, a night of murder, the Black Wolf Demon General and his men sneaked into Luoyi City and arrived at the Fahua Temple. The abbot of the temple heard the noise and came out. He said, "Black Wind King, what are you doing here at the Fahua Temple at night?"

The Black Wind Demon General said, "Old Yuanzhen, your disciple Lekong killed my son Heimao. I will have all the monks in the Fahua Temple buried with him."

Yuan Zhen quickly said, "King Black Wind, Fahua Temple has cooperated with you for many years. Is there any misunderstanding? Could you please wait a moment while I investigate the matter thoroughly? I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

At that moment, a young monk slowly approached. It was Liao Kong. With a faint smile on his face, he said calmly, "What a large black wolf! Its fur would make a very warm mattress."

Upon hearing this, the Black Wind Demon General flew into a rage. He opened his bloody mouth, roared, and lunged at Yuan Zhen. Yuan Zhen's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. Seeing this, Liao Kong's eyes flashed with cunning, and he vanished into the darkness in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the Fahua Temple was in chaos, with shouts and screams echoing one after another. Many monks fell in pools of blood, staining the ground red with blood.

That Liao Yin was naturally Zhao Shanhe himself, and he felt no guilt at all. These monks, pursuing the so-called power of faith, resorted to any means necessary, and all of them deserved death.

The Fahua Temple was not to be trifled with. Although the Black Wind Demon General had utterly slain them, he had paid a heavy price. All his men were killed, and he himself was gravely wounded. He suddenly realized that he had been a bit impulsive. His original purpose in coming to the Fahua Temple was simply to demand the surrender of the murderer and to discuss compensation. After all, the Buddhist sect was a powerful force, not to be trifled with. How could it have escalated into this situation?

The Black Wind Demon dragged his injured body back to the Black Wind Cave. He saw Monk Yin sitting on his throne, and then Abbot Yuanzhen of the Fahua Temple. He knew it was this person who was causing trouble, so he asked, "Who are you, and why are you trying to frame me?"

The visitor knew it was Zhao Shanhe without being told. He said, "This host has taken a fancy to your fur and plans to make a wolfskin mattress."

"Sir, I am a member of the Ten Thousand Demons Nation."

"So what? Yuan Zhen from the Fahua Temple killed you, so the Wan Yao Nation can seek revenge on him."

"Yuan Zhen has been killed by me."

"I saw it. So what? I've talked so much nonsense with you. It's time to send you on your way."

It was just a little wolf demon in the Nascent Soul stage. For Zhao Shanhe, it was naturally easy to capture and kill it.

The battle was over, and it was time to examine the spoils: an orange demon wolf soul, wolf skin for a mattress, and wolf meat for spiritual food. A massive mace, melted down for weapon refining, and ten points of Merit Power—the real prize, a single point capable of accelerating the Chaos Spirit Field by ten years. Zhao Shanhe regretted the tens of thousands of Merit Power he had invested in his resurrection.

Ji Wuli had never expected that such a big accident would happen in Luoyi City after he had stayed there for one day to collect his salary in Haojing. He almost vomited when he saw the miserable scene in Fahua Temple. It was so disgusting, but he was secretly happy in his heart. From then on, Kunlun Sect became the only dominant sect in Luoyi City.

Zhao Shanhe walked over and said, "Lord City Lord, Fahua Temple is in such a plight. I am willing to help these masters rest in peace."

Ji Wuli patted Zhao Shanhe's shoulder and said, "Brother Zhao, we are not outsiders. Don't beat around the bush. What do you want? Fahua Temple is a Buddhist property, and we can't give it to you."

"My Lord City Lord, I heard that demon wolf meat can nourish yin and strengthen the kidneys. I would like to try it."

"Fifty coins each."

"Wangcai, take two thousand coins and give them to the city lord. Xiaoqiang, get rid of all those demon wolves. Don't damage the masters' bodies."