Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 286 - 254 Respect for the Elderly and Love for the Young

Chapter 286: Chapter 254 Respect for the Elderly and Love for the Young

"Word spell... sealed me."

Satan murmured in a low voice.

He appeared somewhat shocked and disbelieving.

Even the Satan standing at the entrance of the Prison Director’s office murmured in a low voice, "What kind of word spell is this? It won’t do, it seems there is some knowledge I have not seen before. I need to look at it again!"

Wu Xiaode waved his hand and said, "Cut to the chase, die."

Before the words had faded, a bronze hand holding a sword stretched out from the fog and made a slashing motion through the air!

Satan’s hands suddenly turned into black metal and clenched into fists.

Clang!

A clear sound of clashing echoed.

Satan took advantage of the slashing force to retreat backward, flipping his body and smashing through a window, disappearing down the corridor.

"Runs really fast."

Wu Xiaode glanced at the direction the other had fled and then looked up at the two people upstairs.

—Never mind, killing isn’t the most important thing right now.

It was imperative to help these two Demon Gods earn points and grow, so he wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

He lightly jumped up to the third floor and crouched on the railing, asking, "What about an Abraham, have you dealt with it?"

"We did," said the cold beauty.

"We need to grow faster. I’m going to look for some ways to get points now," said Satan.

"Don’t rush, I actually have a way to help you," Wu Xiaode said.

Satan and the cold beauty both looked at him.

...

A few minutes later.

Prison Director’s office.

On the desk were neatly arranged bars of gold, piled over a meter high.

"Will this work?"

The cold beauty, Gjestastav, asked uncertainly.

"Interesting, but I’ve never engaged in these charity endeavors," said Satan with his arms crossed.

Wu Xiaode waved his hand and announced loudly:

"The live broadcast is about to start, listen up. This broadcast’s audience includes all the poor, suffering, sick, and weak beings in the world!"

"I’ve already filled the long table with money."

"Now it’s all on you."

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

"Begin!"

He hurriedly moved to the side.

—Another version of himself in the world hadn’t left yet; it wouldn’t be good for him to show up.

A noise came from the Holy Walk Wall.

Then lines of small text emerged:

"What is this live broadcast?"

"Why did my phone turn on automatically?"

"Eh? Who exactly are this man and woman?"

"Why did my TV turn on automatically? It’s showing a live broadcast?"

"Who are you?"

Gjestastav glanced at Satan.

Satan revealed a profound smile and slowed his pace as he said:

"Mortals, ah, your lives are filled with failure and pain. Do you wish to truly live for once?"

He unconsciously flexed his wrists.

Dark runes began to emerge automatically on his arms, hinting at a sense of decadence and corruption.

"Boss, we’re not harvesting souls here; we are helping mortals," Gjestastav reminded him.

Satan fell silent for a moment.

The Dark Runes vanished from his hands.

"Scum," he said coldly, "if you have suffered injustice and urgently need money, come to me now. I will give you money to do something that will give your life some aftertaste."

Standing behind the camera, Wu Xiaode watched the small text appearing on the Holy Walk Wall and transmitted his voice:

"There’s a young man, his father died, and his mother was humiliated by the local bully. He is asking for your help."

Satan smirked, touched two gold bars on the table, squeezed them together, then carved a few runes and shaped them into a spearhead.

He placed the golden spearhead into Desmark’s love letter box, paid 10 points of Soul Power, and tapped the box.

The box instantly vanished.

It was sent by Satan to that young man.

"Listen," Satan said at a leisurely pace, "a teenager like you, holding gold, it’s actually not very useful."

"It’s around eight o’clock in the evening now, I guess most people in your village aren’t asleep yet. You need to throw this golden spearhead into that bully’s yard."

"The spearhead will attract a devil’s possession."

"The Devil knows how to torture that person and will surely execute my orders."

"Beware!"

"All of this was done by you, not me. You need to consider the consequences."

"Go ahead."

"You will have your revenge."

After finishing,

Satan glanced at his own points.

No increase.

He looked at Wu Xiaode in surprise.

Wu Xiaode said helplessly, "A mix of good and bad, it doesn’t count as a good deed."

"The mortal world has too many dogmas — I think the boss was already quite restrained just now," Gjestastav sighed.

Wu Xiaode fell silent for a moment.

He had actually been prepared for Satan to be shot dead in the turmoil just now.

Thankfully, it counted as eliminating evil.

Perhaps the bully had committed too many evils, so it amounted to a death sentence.

In the end, Satan escaped trouble.

—As expected, after being imprisoned for countless years and being high-ranking Demon Gods, how could one expect them to study human laws in advance?

Even a scholar like Satan would likely have no interest.

Wu Xiaode pressed his hand on the Book of the Dead and commanded in a low voice, "Now, target the audience specifically to the sick and the poor."

The Book of the Dead trembled slightly, as if it started to shift the target audience group.

Seizing the moment,

Wu Xiaode said to the two, "Don’t say anything later, just give out gold to anyone who sees it, so they have money for treatment, understand?"

Satan and Gjestastav nodded together.

Wu Xiaode patted the Book of the Dead again and loudly said,

"Prepare to start,"

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One!"

Satan signaled for Gjestastav to go first this time.

Gjestastav faced the camera and said, "Uh... I seem to be the sucker today."

She glanced uncertainly at Satan, who shrugged helplessly.

"Alright, people who are sick and can’t afford medical care, I’m going to give you money—if you’re willing, raise a hand."

—This time it went smoothly.

There were always people who believed this wasn’t a scam.

Sure enough, they received gold.

More and more people came.

Satan also began to give away money.

Both of their points steadily increased.

Wu Xiaode quietly watched for a while, then nodded to himself.

—The two Demon Gods had gotten into their groove.

The livestream had gotten on the right track!

He quietly left the room, waved his hand, and covered the room with silent Demon Mist before turning around and dashing toward the prison cafeteria.

When he arrived, Li Kunlun had almost finished eating.

Wu Xiaode sat down beside him and asked with a smile,

"Have you recovered?"

"I have recovered—but I hope you can get me more things to eat," said Li Kunlun.

"You’ve recovered and you still want to eat? Why?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"The situation is quite delicate right now, just wait a moment—"

Li Kunlun spoke and then sat still.

Wu Xiaode was feeling puzzled when suddenly the Void around him began to twist like a turbulent stream.

A shadow emerged from Li Kunlun and blended into the stream before disappearing.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Suddenly, Li Kunlun shivered and snapped back to alertness.

"Darn it! Little Wu, you have to get me out of this prison immediately!"

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Wu Xiaode, puzzled, asked, "What happened?"

Li Kunlun said solemnly, "Countless parallel worlds are being destroyed, and it seems that our world has birthed ’the chosen one’ who can travel between life and death, making our world become unique and real."

"How do you know?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"I just went to the future, Little Wu, this is my ’Reality’ ability," said Li Kunlun, rubbing his stomach.

Wu Xiaode was astonished.

Could one really traverse in such a way?

No wonder those people wanted to kill him to take his ability.

"Forget it, don’t talk about it now. Go get me some food. I need to write you some prophecies," said Li Kunlun as he took out pen and paper from his pocket and began to write down something.

"Wait, why don’t you just tell me?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"You don’t understand a damn thing," Li Qiankun impatiently said, "It concerns a Demon God, it can’t be said directly, and our world is also becoming stronger, which could backlash against me."

He hunched over the table and began to write notes.

Wu Xiaode sighed and stood up to go find him food.

After rummaging through the kitchen, he finally found a box of instant noodles.

"Dry or cooked?"

"I can’t wait, dry, put more seasoning packets in."

"Hey, don’t overeat and die."

"Less talking! I’m about to make a run for it, and you’re going to help me escape!"

Li Kunlun stuffed a bunch of notes in Wu Xiaode’s hand, snatched the box of instant noodles, tore open a packet, and started eating.

"When do you want to leave?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"Now!"

"Then go."

Wu Xiaode patted him on the shoulder.

A mist swirled around Li Kunlun.

—Actually, by reckoning, he really should return to the palace.

At the normal point in time, he had even burnt paper money for himself—it was just after this incident.

"No one will see you. Just follow those guards and staff, and walk straight out—do you need money?"

"No need for money, I’m leaving."

Li Kunlun, clutching the box of instant noodles, ran toward the corridor.

As he ran, he called back without turning his head,

"In one minute, you can look at the first note."

"Every time your identity changes, you can look at another note."

"—I have already left, so I can’t guarantee everything will be completely correct, but it shouldn’t be too far off."

After saying that, he was gone.

Wu Xiaode was left sitting alone at the dining table.

"Like some kind of prophetic sage..."

Wu Xiaode muttered and unfolded the first note.

It read,

"Another Demon God from a parallel world has descended in ours, among them is a expert at disguise—a Demon God disguised as a disabled prisoner with a crutch."

"He is the most well-informed among the Demon Gods."

"—He’s here!"

Wu Xiaode stared blankly at the note.

The next second,

From another corridor emerged a prisoner with crutches.

Wu Xiaode gathered all the notes and looked towards the other.

He saw that this human was quite old, frail, and coughing incessantly, hobbling along with difficulty.

"Young man, could you lend me a hand?"

The weak elder asked in a pleading voice.

Wu Xiaode hurriedly stood up, rubbing his hands together and smiling as he went to meet him:

"Of course, Grandpa, respecting the elderly and loving the young is our tradition."

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