Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 271 - 241: Cover the Sky with One Hand!

Chapter 271: Chapter 241: Cover the Sky with One Hand!

Wu Xiaode had not smoked for many years.

He always said he couldn’t.

When was the last time he smoked?

It seemed it was at the back door of the school, where he had arranged a fight with a few bullies who liked to pick on people.

The first day, to bolster his courage, he drank a bottle of liquor, got drunk, and did not make it.

The second day he vomited, felt miserable, and rested.

On the third day, he realized that drinking to bolster his courage was no good—

If you’re not sober in a fight, you can’t even feel the danger, let alone fight blindly; aren’t you just waiting to be clobbered?

So he switched to smoking.

Just after he tried his first two puffs, Xia Huilan snatched the cigarette away and scolded him for half an hour, saying that if he dared to smoke, she wouldn’t even let him hold her hand, let alone anything else.

That was the end of his connection with tobacco and alcohol.

Later, he went straight to the back door of the school.

As it turned out, those bullies were all smoking, two of them even holding bottles of liquor.

Damn it, I didn’t have anything.

Screw it!

Without another word, Wu Xiaode charged in and started fighting.

Time passed too quickly.

Before he knew it, many years had gone by. (In fact, not really.)

Wu Xiaode gathered his thoughts, sighed, and placed a cigarette on the eaves, letting the wind whip up swirls of smoke.

"This one’s for you guys; once it’s done, I’m hitting the road,"

he murmured to the Void.

Across from the eaves, hundreds of meters away on the haunted house ruins—

Most of the demons had already died.

Every so often, a demon would be killed by something unseen.

You couldn’t see a thing.

Accompanied by one or two screams, a demon would die on the spot.

And as soon as those bronze arms succeeded, they would immediately hide back into the Void, never to be seen again.

The demons indeed unleashed various magics, shooting into the Void, hitting some of the bronze arms.

—But what was the use?

Normally, the bronze hands couldn’t be destroyed.

Even if the violent attacks from the demons destroyed one, it would simply disappear and a new arm would regenerate.

—They were the physical manifestations of magical constructs.

Moreover, the owner of those bronze hands was sitting far away, paying homage to the dead, and hadn’t even entered the fray!

One cigarette.

It quickly burned out.

The field once again fell silent.

In the end, only Ma Wang stood alone amidst the ruins.

Clutching the big knives he had snatched from other demons in both hands, he bellowed hysterically:

"Skulking and hiding, is that what a man does? Come out and fight me properly if you have the guts!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaode cocked his head and thought about it.

—Act like a man?

There was no need.

He was still a boy.

With this thought, he no longer paid attention to the other’s roaring provocations but murmured softly:

"The small fry has been cleared out; it’s time to fight the big one..."

No sooner had he spoken than his phone rang.

Wu Xiaode reluctantly took out his phone to check it.

"Little Wu, you’ve made those big shots too wary of you,"

"Those demon leaders have concocted a sacrifice ritual, and they’re summoning a particularly powerful force, trying to save Ma Wang and then kill you!"

The voice of the informant Demon Scorpion came from the earpiece.

"Do you know what they’re summoning?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Seems like it’s a creator of a new world order, some kind of puppet—rumor has it they’re begging for a particularly powerful puppet to descend!" replied informant Demon Scorpion.

Puppet?

Each puppet was stronger than the Immortals, completely unbeatable.

This information was invaluable.

"Thanks, I’ll transfer the money in a bit."

Wu Xiaode hung up and glanced back at the scene.

At the same time—

Ma Wang felt a tap on his back.

"Right here!"

He swung his knife backwards in response.

—But he hit nothing.

A bronze arm materialized in front of his belly, and with a thrusting punch sent him flying.

Ma Wang was airborne!

Wu Xiaode snapped his fingers and whispered, "I said 6,900 punches, not one less."

Buzz—

Groups of bronze arms emerged from the Void, fists clenching, rushing in densely and pounding towards Ma Wang like a sudden, violent storm.

Ma Wang hung in midair, surrounded by fists, releasing cries like a slaughtered pig.

A sense of ominousness suddenly surged in Wu Xiaode’s mind.

The Book of the Dead also opened, revealing walls swirling with black mists of sighs.

—It seemed Demon Scorpion hadn’t lied to him.

If it was an Immortal Statue of the level of a Golden Immortal Statue, he might have been able to handle it.

But the Golden Immortal Statue was merely the weakest of the Immortal Statues!

If one of those puppets that had gathered the strength of countless Immortal Monarchs had come, it would have been impossible to fight, and the opponent might even have discovered him!

With this thought, Wu Xiaode immediately decided to go back and find that girl.

I had completed the commission of the Desert Sword and could return to the future; safety was no longer an issue.

But that girl was still in danger!

As he was thinking, suddenly the Book of the Dead turned a few pages, revealing the Holy Walk Wall.

A line of small characters emerged on the Holy Walk Wall:

"Hey, I’m a Divine-level girl, and we meet again."

Wu Xiaode was somewhat surprised.

This spirit guide was impressive, directly connecting to his own power to greet him.

"Is there something you need?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I have something for you, as a reward for taking down that horse," said the Divine-level girl.

"There’s a reward for that too?"

"Yes, you fought with gusto, and I enjoyed watching it. Plus, since you might encounter some danger, I wanted to give you a little reward."

"Go on, head into the alley on your left, walk to the end, lift the broken bricks on the ground, and you’ll find a small box behind them."

"Take what’s in that box and first find a way to escape danger, then we can get in touch later."

All the small characters finished displaying and gradually disappeared on the Holy Walk Wall.

Wu Xiaode pondered for a moment, then with a flash, he landed in the adjacent alley.

He followed the alley to the end, found the corner with the broken bricks, and pulled out a small box from behind.

Inside the box was a men’s watch.

Just as Wu Xiaode picked up the watch, a line of small characters immediately appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You have obtained a Miracle Immortal Creation from Heaven:"

"??? Watch."

"The watch has a spirit; you must wear it to know the corresponding information."

Since it’s an Immortal’s creation—

Shouldn’t be any problem, right?

Thinking of his interactions with that spirit, Wu Xiaode figured it should also be safe, so he put on the watch.

Immediately, lines of ice crystal characters appeared:

"You have obtained the Mysterious Watch:

"’A Hand that Covers the Sky’."

"It records many safe moments, and if you wish to return to this world, just speak to it."

"Principle: Specify one or two individuals, request to arrive at the nearest moment when he/she is still in a safe state, and you will arrive."

"Each use consumes ten million Soul Power."

That’s it!

With this watch, I can return to this world at any time.

In that case, there is no need to worry about the girl’s safety, because the next time I come, she will still be safe.

At this time, the black mist on the wall of sighs thickened, indicating that something was about to happen.

Wu Xiaode drew the Desert Sword and shouted loudly:

"Let’s go back!"

The Desert Sword "hummed" once, releasing a streak of flowing light that enveloped Wu Xiaode and whisked him away from his current location.

A few moments passed.

A person silently appeared on the ruins of the Ghost House.

This person’s body was hard as stone, expressionless, dressed in a Taoist robe, and emanating wisps of immortal light and mist.

Several powerful demons ran out from all around and bowed in unison:

"Spirit Puppet, sir, there was a very strong human here just now."

The person said indifferently, "Are you sure it was a human?"

"Yes, he was formidable. Perhaps he is the kind of person you asked us to look for," said one of the demons.

"Good, we mustn’t let go of any reincarnated Immortal. I’ll take him down," said the person.

"Wait, sir, please first save Ma Laoliu!"

"Ma Laoliu?"

"This is the corpse."

The person looked to the ground.

There lay Ma Wang’s body, already like a puddle of mud.

"This guy took tens of thousands of punches, completely unable to withstand such torture, his soul was directly beaten to nothing, not worth saving," said the person coldly.

The demons looked at the corpse on the ground, thinking of those punches that left no room to breathe, and couldn’t help feeling a shiver up their spines.

Elsewhere.

Outside the block.

In that sports car.

Shen Xiyao tossed her phone to one side, and casually pulled out three Treasure Beads emitting cold air.

She played with the three beads in her hand for a moment and said softly:

"Treasures from the Death World, eh... they just might help me heal my injuries."

She brought the beads to her lips and gently inhaled.

The beads immediately disappeared.

Shen Xiyao was stunned for a while but then her entire momentum changed, and her appearance began to reflect layers of Immortal Spirit light.

She opened the car door and stepped out.

There stood the Spirit Puppet in the Taoist robe outside, looking at her coldly.

"Is there something you need?" Shen Xiyao asked.

"Why are you disguised as a human?" asked the Spirit Puppet.

"I heard there was a strange human here, I guessed it might be a reincarnated Immortal, so I came to have a look," Shen Xiyao said.

"Those demons are making a fuss over nothing."

The Spirit Puppet shook its head, "If you’re here and there’s a Golden Immortal Statue in this small town – two statues are enough to handle everything, why should I make the trip here?"

"Stay and join the search?" Shen Xiyao invited.

"There’s no need to hold those Immortals in such high regard," the Spirit Puppet said coldly, "I have more important matters to deal with. Leave this trivial place to you."

It turned, leaped up gently, flew into the sky, and quickly vanished without a trace.

Shen Xiyao was left alone.

She looked up at the night sky for a while and then sighed:

"It’s really quite shameful... to be reduced to asking the future for help."