Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 121 - 95: Deceiving the Monarch_2

Chapter 121: Chapter 95: Deceiving the Monarch_2

The Emperor’s avatar turned "busy" again, and a sign was set up below:

"All the ministers kneel in peace."

Wu Xiaode was at a loss for words.

Your Majesty, you’re so ethereal already, take care of your dragon body!

He shook his head and called Zhao Junyu to explain the situation.

"You use his phone to call my mobile number, and I can immediately check him," Zhao Junyu said.

"I’m calling now."

Wu Xiaode picked up the coroner’s phone and dialed Zhao Junyu’s mobile.

The call connected.

"Keep the line open; I’m checking now," Zhao Junyu said.

"Okay."

A few minutes passed.

Beep!

Just after finishing the account, a new folder appeared on the mobile phone.

Upon opening it, densely packed data filled the screen, all concerning underground transactions, mostly funded from a unified account.

"Whose account is this?" Wu Xiaode asked, looking at the long string of numbers.

"It belongs to a branch of the Holy Sect, a charity organization," Zhao Junyu succinctly replied.

"Are you sure it’s for charity?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Yes, they even issued a mission before, by another team, in a nearby village... I am sending people to check it out," Zhao Junyu said.

"I’ll go," Wu Xiaode said.

"You’re going? Aren’t you tired from the recent fight?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"I’m fine," Wu Xiaode casually replied.

Though the Demon Mist had only advanced to level 1, it was still a skill from the Death Realm and very useful.

—Living people had never seen it.

Wu Xiaode stepped out of the fast-food restaurant, opened his navigation to check, and headed towards the village.

By now, his Soul Power had reached 18 points, placing him well beyond the physical capabilities of ordinary humans and among the stronger professionals.

In just a few moments, he had climbed over the mountain’s peak, leaped through the air several times, and descended towards the village on the other side.

"Mist," he silently commanded within his heart.

Fog instantly arose, swiftly enveloping him, rendering him invisible.

Outside the village, a tree branch gently bent.

Wu Xiaode stood on the tree, looking into the village.

The entire village lay dead.

The bodies were laid out on the grain drying yard at the entrance, with several professionals sitting aside having a chat.

"When is the body transport arriving?" one asked.

"Soon, they said they’d be here any moment," another said, with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Wu Xiaode was about to intervene, but hearing this conversation, he temporarily restrained himself.

A little while later.

Several cars arrived.

Seven or eight men dressed in priest robes disembarked, standing quietly to the side.

A little while longer.

A helicopter appeared in the sky.

The cabin door opened directly.

A man in a white robe jumped down from the helicopter, landing effortlessly, and raised the white long staff in his hand.

At the sight of the staff, everyone immediately knelt down.

Hidden in the tree, Wu Xiaode’s heart skipped a beat.

Why did that scepter look so familiar?

That’s right, it seemed like I had obtained one too.

In the underground church in the parallel world, the statue was holding a black scepter and summoning something.

The Demon Hand had snatched the staff.

The two staves were identical!

It seemed that those who possessed the scepter were indeed of no ordinary status.

Wu Xiaode leapt down from the tree, tiptoed forward, drew the Dream Blowing Blade, and stood motionless behind the staff-wielding man.

"Charge" began.

—This move, drawn from the 10-point Soul Power Trial in the Death Realm, allowed for double the attack power if the opponent was faced for ten seconds.

"Good job everyone, once the altar is set up, we will distribute the rewards as agreed," the man holding the white scepter said.

"Thank you, Archbishop," the crowd responded in unison.

"Hurry, I must preside over several other places today—start the sacrifice immediately, everyone must participate, as it is God’s will. Those who defy will have their souls eternally fall into the Sin Prison," the man hastily added.

His white scepter began to emit a strange wave.

Following this wave, the bodies of the villagers began to rise from the ground and walk towards the center of the grain drying yard.

Wu Xiaode’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes averted.

The tenth second.

Charge successful!

Yet Wu Xiaode did not strike.

The scene before him was so bizarre that he temporarily changed his mind.

He had originally planned to decapitate the Archbishop with one strike after charging.

But now, not only did the adversary possess the scepter, he also unleashed such peculiar capabilities that, to ensure nothing went awry, he decided to use that particular saber skill.

The bishop slammed the scepter hard into the ground, clasped his hands in prayer, and shouted aloud:

"O Supreme Being, we grovel at your feet—"

Clang!

Wu Xiaode drew out the Dream Blowing Blade.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to turn into countless fragile, blurred lines.

The blade flashed.

Thin, secretive beams of saber light burst forth in the Void, accumulating like a torrent and violently surged forward, severing and erasing all the fuzzy black and white lines around.

The blade stopped.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose between heaven and earth.

All the severed entities howled away in the rushing gale.

—This was the Secret Flow Blade Skill after gathering strength:

"Jun Burying Spring, Mud Decaying Bone."

It unleashed double the power!

Only then did Wu Xiaode raise his head, looking around.

The ground was barren as far as the eye could see.

Everyone had vanished, clean as if they had never existed.

Only the white scepter stood silently upright on the ground.

—Wu Xiaode deliberately avoided it.

A hand emerged from the Void, pulled the white scepter from the ground, and presented it before Wu Xiaode.

"Ah, right, there’s another scepter, isn’t there? The one from the parallel world?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Another hand brought out a black scepter and placed it in front of him as well.

Wu Xiaode looked at the two scepters.

—They really are identical!

Just as he was about to check the feel, he noticed the two scepters began to move.

The white scepter transformed into a white lizard, and the black scepter manifested as a black snake, coiling around each other.

They tightly entwined and then became motionless.

The black snake was on the bottom, forming the black body of the scepter.

The white lizard was on top, transforming into the head of the scepter.

—It was a brand-new Holy Sect Scepter!

The Book of the Dead fell, revealing lines of ice crystal small text:

"??? Scepter."

"Function unknown."

"Needs in-depth research of Holy Sect scriptures for understanding."

Wu Xiaode’s mind was filled with question marks, too lazy to ponder further for now, he tossed the scepter into the silent Demon Mist to hide it.

—In reality, it was grasped by a Demon Hand, held aloft in mid-air.

It was just that no one could see it because of the Demon Mist.

Drip, drip, drip!

His phone rang.

Wu Xiaode sheathed his long blade and took out his phone to see.

The Emperor had sent a voice message:

"That blade stroke was not bad, quite reminiscent of my younger days."

—Aren’t you supposed to be doing important things?

I think you’re really just amusing yourself!

A twitch formed at the corner of Wu Xiaode’s mouth, and he replied, "Your Majesty is as elegant as ever."

"Not bad, you’re articulate, a reward for you!" the Emperor said.

A red envelope appeared on the screen.

Wu Xiaode opened it faster than lightning could cover one’s ears—

Inside was one yuan.

"Your Majesty, this red envelope is a bit small," Wu Xiaode complained, unable to hold back.

"Oh, really? Have you seen a bigger one?" the Emperor asked with interest.

"Of course, our classmates’ red envelopes are at least 10 yuan each!" Wu Xiaode retorted.

"Really, there are 10 yuan red envelopes?"

"Of course! Would I deceive Your Majesty?"

"Send one to see for myself; otherwise, it’s deceiving your sovereign, understand?" the Emperor instructed.

"..." Wu Xiaode,

Dammit.

Playing such a big game over ten yuan, even bringing up deceiving the sovereign.

I’ll send it, alright?

Wu Xiaode sent a ten-yuan red packet over.

The Emperor immediately accepted it and also sent another voice message:

"You are teachable indeed. Alright, considering you are so sensible, I’ll send you this top-notch, invaluable information. Study it carefully; it’s worth a fortune!" the Emperor said.

A file packet was flung over by him.

Wu Xiaode clicked to receive and opened the file to see, inside it contained a picture and some text.

On the picture was the very scepter he had just acquired.

Below it was lines of explanatory text:

"Sin Prison Summoning Staff."

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