svetikya Chapter 74 The Beginning of the Fate Collection
Chapter 74 The Beginning of the Fate Collection
Chapter 74 The Beginning of the Fate Collection
boom!
A deafening roar exploded in the side courtyard!
It wasn't a fire snake, but a huge fire python, as thick as a bucket and dazzlingly bright red, that rose up from the ground!
The intense heat instantly distorted the air, making it writhe wildly in mid-air like a real ancient fire serpent, emanating an extremely terrifying aura of destruction.
The few green bamboos in the yard were almost instantly scorched by the high temperature, turning them yellow and curled up.
Then, Li Cunzhen voluntarily dispersed the Qimen formation.
The enormous fire python let out a resentful hiss in mid-air, then vanished into a sky full of red sparks, leaving only a pungent, burnt smell in the air.
Zhuge Yunhui sat on the stone bench, his feather fan almost broken in his hand.
He looked at the few charred bamboo stalks, then at Li Cunzhen, and smiled bitterly.
"Master Li, the effect of your little spell is already comparable to that of me, a master of Qimen Dunjia who has practiced for more than ten years."
"One force can overcome ten techniques; the ancients were right."
As they were talking.
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
Li Muxuan strode in, somewhat excited.
"Brother! Old Wang has finally arrived! He's at the entrance of the Lu family compound right now!"
Upon hearing this, Li Cunzhen immediately perked up, bid farewell to Zhuge Yunhui, and then followed Li Muxuan quickly toward the front hall.
As soon as Li Cunzhen stepped into the front hall, he saw that familiar figure.
Ghost Hand King, dressed in his clean mandarin jacket, was standing in the hall.
Compared to his dejected and gloomy appearance in the small town at the foot of the mountain, he is still an old man with a face full of wrinkles, but his back is much straighter, and the violent and fierce aura between his brows has completely disappeared.
Beside him stood the leader of the Jiyun Society, his face filled with emotion, clearly having just finished catching up with old friends.
Zuo Ruotong sat upright in the armchair, watching this scene with a gentle smile on her face.
"Senior Wang."
Li Cunzhen stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.
When Ghost Hand King saw Li Cunzhen, a very sincere smile immediately appeared on his originally calm old face.
He clasped his hands together and returned the greeting with a deep bow.
"Mr. Li, I owe my current state, standing here clean and tidy, entirely thanks to you and Master Zuo! I can never thank you enough!"
As the group was exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing, someone else suddenly walked out of the Lu family's courtyard.
A tall, lion-like middle-aged Taoist priest led in a younger Taoist priest who was even taller and whose eyes held a hint of laziness yet concealed a sharp edge.
Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, Celestial Master's Mansion Zhang Zhiwei.
Upon seeing this, everyone greeted him with clasped hands.
"Celestial Master".
When Ghost Hand King looked at the supreme master of the superhuman world before him, his heart skipped a beat.
He swallowed hard, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Thinking back to Ghost Hand King, his early life was like that of a rat in a ditch. He never dreamed that one day he could be so upright and open as to share a room with someone like the Celestial Master, and even talk to him side by side.
Zhang Jingqing waved her hand, indicating that everyone didn't need to be so polite.
Then, his gaze fell on Ghost Hand King, and he asked the question directly.
"Wang... I'll just call you Ghost Hand King. Ghost Hand King, I heard you came from outside the mountains. On your way here, have you seen that acting leader of Quanxing, Wugensheng?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall perked up their ears.
Ghost Hand King nodded and answered truthfully.
"Yes, I've met him. We came together. He's staying at an inn on the east side of town."
Zhang Jingqing continued to ask.
"Do you know what methods he's skilled at? What kind of person is he?"
Ghost Hand King recalled his experiences with Wugensheng on the road, his expression somewhat strange.
"As for the methods... I really didn't see through them, old man."
"As for what kind of person he is—the Celestial Master, to be honest, Wugensheng is just a young man in his early twenties. Apart from being a bit arrogant, I haven't seen anything special about him."
The Ghost Hand King had barely finished speaking.
A series of low gasps of surprise suddenly rippled through the hall.
Everyone was somewhat incredulous.
Those demons of the Quanxing sect have always been unruly and unwilling to submit to anyone.
They had assumed that the acting sect leader who could keep these lunatics in check must be an old, ruthless demon in his seventies or eighties with extraordinary abilities.
He was actually a young man in his early twenties!
The next day, the sun was high in the sky.
On a piece of wasteland about three miles outside Lujia Town, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, with a faint air of impending doom.
Today marks the beginning of the Ghost Hand King's process of gathering destinies.
In the unwritten rules of the supernatural world, the so-called "receiving karma" means that a person must completely cleanse themselves of past karmic obstacles.
For a member of the Quanxing sect, this means that he must declare his separation from the sect in front of all the heroes of the world, and allow others to do as they please for seven days.
If they are still alive after seven days, it means that all past grievances have been wiped clean, and the righteous path can no longer use past crimes to hunt them down.
However, this rule, while seemingly reasonable, is actually quite useless.
If you act arbitrarily for seven days, and you have an enemy, you certainly won't survive.
If you don't have any enemies, you can just go into seclusion; why bother with this whole process?
Therefore, it has been a long time since Quanxing has conducted a recruitment drive in the martial arts world.
Therefore, although Ghost Hand King was just making a brief appearance, there were still quite a few people watching the spectacle.
At this moment, the surroundings were filled with extraordinary individuals from various sects and factions.
The leader of Jiyun Society stood on the sidelines, his expression unusually tense.
While the light focused on Ghost Hand King in the center of the arena, everyone else present was secretly curious about the legendary acting leader of the Quanxing Sect.
"Wugensheng, acting leader of the Quanxing Sect, has come to observe the ceremony."
With a loud shout, the previously barely perceptible noise in the scene instantly fell silent!
All eyes, like sharp swords, pierced the source of the sound.
Amidst hundreds of hostile or scrutinizing gazes.
A young man walked in unhurriedly.
He was still wearing that tattered short jacket, his hair was a mess hanging on his head, and his hands were casually in his pockets.
Wugensheng walked very relaxed. Facing the various gazes around him, he acted as if he were walking in his own backyard vegetable garden, without any guard or unease.
Among the crowd, Li Cunzhen stared intently at the young man, a surge of intense curiosity welling up within him.
Twenty-Four Solar Terms, Divine Spirits, Eight Extraordinary Skills...
Not far away, Zhang Zhiwei's tall figure leaned slightly forward, and within his wide sleeves, his palms were faintly gleaming with a fine golden light.
If there weren't so many people here, he really would have liked to spar with Wugensheng.
Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong, who were sitting at the highest point, both trembled slightly the moment they saw Wugensheng's eyes.
Zuo Ruotong's usually gentle and warm eyes narrowed instantly, her deep gaze seeming to see right through Wugensheng.
Zhang Jingqing frowned even more, and the fingers stroking her beard paused slightly.
In the eyes of these two unparalleled masters, what they saw was not Wugensheng's tattered clothes, but his eyes.
What eyes they were!
Clear, clean, and bottomless.
There was none of the dazzling, oppressive aura of an ordinary martial arts practitioner, nor any emotional fluctuations; he was as pure and natural as a newborn baby.
Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.
This is not the gaze of an ordinary person; it is the manifestation of someone whose sexual cultivation has reached a profound level, perfectly concealing all sharpness and wonder within their body.
Her divine brilliance was restrained!
Even among the leaders of various sects, few can reach this level.
And this young man in his early twenties actually did it!