All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 78 - 78 78 Iron Hand Boss

78: Chapter 78 Iron Hand Boss 78: Chapter 78 Iron Hand Boss ——Indeed, Heavenly Mandate isn’t some chosen one tag beloved by destiny, but an enhanced trouble-making trigger!

An Jing sighed, aware that his fortune was extremely delicate, not bad, but definitely fraught with many twists and turns.

If one were to say this was the result of the ‘Seven Fiend Heavenly Mandate,’ then it truly lived up to its name.

As for possibly bearing a Heavenly Mandate, An Jing didn’t have any particular feelings about it.

A powerful Fate Pattern represents strong natural talent, which naturally delighted him, but he would not become overly anxious or arrogant because of it.

Some things, whether with a Fate Pattern or not, An Jing would still do.

It was his own will that led him to do certain things, which in turn resulted in his Fate Pattern, not because the Heavenly Mandate required him to do them.

——Fate is determined by the heavens, but actions are up to the individual.

This was An Jing’s creed.

At this moment, it was noon, and the gray sky had become a bright white, the entire canopy seeming to have turned into an incandescent lamp.

This is what midday in the Tianyuan Realm looks like, although there is no sun, it is still bright.

Now, An Jing’s goals were very clear.

First, acquire the currency of the Tianyuan Realm.

Thanks to the battles between various factions and the generosity of people like Big Spear, he now had many firearms and items that faction members carried with them, such as those Spiritual Light guns, bullets, stimulants, and some spray-like tools, which the Subdue Evil Sword Spirit said had healing capabilities.

According to Huo Qing, his elders would recycle these.

Second, acquire some weapons suitable for ‘sniping.’

It didn’t have to be a sniper rifle, anything that could hit someone on a flying shuttle would do.

A distance of a few hundred meters, neither far nor near, An Jing could confirm that the strength of the White-robed Scholar was not of Inner Strength, but at the peak of Inner Breath, which meant like him, he could not withstand bullets, and a lethal hit would be fatal.

An Jing didn’t need to consider costs, because if he didn’t kill the White-robed Scholar, he would not be able to break free from the Demon Sect’s tracking.

Whether to buy, steal, or rob, as long as An Jing had the opportunity to obtain it, he would most certainly do so.

An Jing hoped that his human compatriots in the Tianyuan Realm would show some mercy, so he wouldn’t have to resort to those measures.

Third, obtain the resources for cultivating the ‘Taibai Luminous Godly Ban.’

An Jing’s current Cultivation Method was still the ‘Imperial Heaven Qi Nurturing Method’ given by the Heaven’s Will Demon Sect.

Indeed, it was a good Cultivation Technique but skewed towards assassination, with weaker frontal combat abilities, average speed, and likely a backdoor, which made An Jing cautious in cultivating it.

But as the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban was a top-tier Sword Immortal Cultivation Technique from the Sword Spirit’s era, not only could it ignore the effects of Demonic Qi, but it could also provide An Jing with the ‘physical quality’ he urgently needed.

As a Qi Refinement method, its inherent enhancement of perception was also very high.

As long as he could raise the rank of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, An Jing would be able to compensate for most of his weaknesses, and then he would just need to find a light Step Skills Technique.

The Sword Spirit genuinely didn’t have that, as it was an Immortal Sword, not a Sword Immortal, it only knew the sword-handling skills, and it wouldn’t make sense for an Immortal Sword to learn any light Step Skills or Escape Skills.

Since he couldn’t enter the city in Embracing the Void and couldn’t buy resources, it was fortunate that the Tianyuan Realm’s artifact cultivation industry was well-developed, as could be seen from the giant foundry core at the center of the town; the world certainly wasn’t lacking in Five Metals, which could rapidly raise the level of the Taibai Godly Ban.

Lastly, find a place to rest.

Even after becoming a cultivator, one still needs sleep, and An Jing hadn’t had a peaceful rest in a long time—although this was the least of his needs, as An Jing was young and could handle pulling all-nighters without it affecting him, even becoming more spirited as he did so.

Besides these four core goals, An Jing didn’t mind lending a hand to Huo Qing along the way.

The man was probably the first successful change of his ‘Seven Fiend Heavenly Mandate,’ and An Jing was curious to see how this listless scholar from a decaying faction, originally doomed to face a deadly calamity, would develop after having his future altered by An Jing.

And besides, using his clout, perhaps he’d get a better recycling price?

So now, having set his mission objectives, An Jing began to act.

This was his habit, to list out what needed to be done in orderly sequence, ensuring his actions were never aimless.

Thus, quickly after determining that the Demonic Qi at the garbage dump was unrelated to the Heavenly Demon, An Jing relaxed and took Huo Qing to the recycling site.

Xuanye City, Floating Dust Plains, to the southwest, the place for the disposal of recyclable metal scrap.

Recycling House Number Two.

When he arrived at the recycling station, An Jing immediately noticed the unique style of this little recycling hut.

It was surrounded by colorful, rusty metal scrap and various kinds of debris, but the hut itself was solidly built on a rock foundation, complete with a hall and wooden window sills.

Climbing vines covered the walls, lush and green, making it neat and beautiful.

The only thing that was somewhat off was the roof of the recycling hut, which looked a bit too new.

Like An Jing, there were quite a few people who had come to the recycling hut early in the morning.

Most of them were dressed simply, with rain capes that bore no clan patterns, presumably ordinary folks just here to recycle equipment.

The recycling hut hadn’t opened yet, and everyone was waiting on the open ground by the door, appearing quite well-behaved.

Given the customs of the Tianyuan Realm, they merely grumbled a few complaints like “Iron Hand Old Man has overslept again” and didn’t show the slightest intention of knocking on the door to force it open.

As for everyone’s good temper, An Jing knew the reason why.

He could tell that the climbing vines covering the recycling hut weren’t real ivy but were actually an enigmatic type of Spirit Plant that faintly formed a Formation, enveloping all the land around it.

When this Wood Spirit Great Formation was activated, according to the Sword Spirit, even a Qi Refinement seventh level cultivator (with Inner Strength fully developed) wouldn’t have an easy time, even with a Magic Artifact.

Most of these ordinary folks barely had their Essence Qi as thin as threads, barely qualifying as cultivators.

The ones who appeared fierce with Essence Qi like rivers were few, so naturally, they did not dare to act rashly.

An Jing and his companions were different, of course.

Huo Qing had connections, and since he had urgent matters today, he steadied his Spirit and moved forward.

Amidst the terrified and cautionary gazes of the common Recyclers who wanted to stop him but didn’t dare to come forward, he pressed the recycling hut’s doorbell.

——Ding-dong!!!

The extremely loud bell rang out, and after a while, an angry shout full of rage followed, “Stop the damn noise, quit pressing that damn doorbell!”

“You damn things, you bunch of corpse-picking jackals, carrion-eating vultures, can’t even let a man sleep in peace, your mothers have all been f**ked!”

A stream of profanities with a high content of mothers resounded, with a grumbling and thick voice resonating around the recycling hut.

The next moment, the main door flung open, and a towering Great Han, over two meters tall and radiating an intimidating aura, strode out, only to pause for a second at the scene before him.

His kinsman Huo Qing stood at his doorstep, with an exhausted look that screamed near death, sporting a recently-healed wound on his shoulder—while not far off on the empty ground stood a young man wearing a mask, obviously dressed in dead man’s clothes, with his hands holding the body of Big Spear, his dear buddy, unconscious.

“What happened?”

He was immediately filled with shock and uncertainty, “Qing, how did you get injured?

Why did Big Spear let you take the front line?

How come he got beaten too, and who is that kid…”

This Great Han had a large mechanical arm made of silver-white metal for a left hand, with wooden root tendrils climbing the joints, while his left eye, made of ruby, was some special type of Magic Artifact eye.

His brow furrowed deeply, he sized up An Jing with the red glowing artificial eye from head to toe, then raised an eyebrow, “Such a young lad from the Wilderness…

the matter must be quite serious, eh?”

“Iron Hand Uncle, the matter is indeed serious.”

Huo Qing had a lot of feelings to express originally, but by now, after enduring so many blows, he had become more resilient, standing strong and speaking concisely, “Big Spear siphoned off gang assets and tried to pin it on me.

My friend defeated Big Spear Uncle, but what I did before with Big Spear Uncle is enough for the boss to slaughter me.”

“I have nowhere to turn.

I shouldn’t have troubled you, but at this point, I had no other choice but to ask you, what route should I take from here.”

“Idiot!

Fool!”

As Huo Qing roughly explained the situation of him and Big Spear misusing public funds, the tall man known as Iron Hand’s forehead creased with worry halfway through listening, “How the hell did you dare?”

He glared nearly ferociously at Big Spear, who lay unconscious in An Jing’s grip, and then with a look of frustration towards Huo Qing, he berated loudly, “Really muddled to the point of opening the door—so utterly muddled!

Knowing it’s wrong, why the hell did you still mess around with that scumbag Big Spear?”

“Betraying the gang is being disloyal to the gang; disregarding your own life is being unfilial to your parents!”

“A disloyal and unfilial brat, now that you’re damn out of options, you remember your Uncle Iron Hand, huh?”

Huo Qing had nothing to say, kneeling on the ground, respectfully kowtowing to Iron Hand, who, in his fury, gave him a kick that sent him flying over ten meters.

Huo Qing, obviously with several bones broken, didn’t utter a peep, staggered to his feet, and walked up to Iron Hand once again.

“Come in!

You know where the medicine is, you little brat!”

After giving Huo Qing another slap, which left him bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Iron Hand, his anger partially subsided, was still fond of his younger relative and allowed Huo Qing into his shop, tacitly offering him protection.

“Disperse, disperse!

All of you scatter!” Iron Hand once again raised his voice, shouting to the scavengers and Corpse Collectors outside, “Grandpa has private matters today, not open for business!

Get lost, come back tomorrow!”

“Making me come here for nothing, you better give me a discount tomorrow!” “Go to hell!”

The crowd could tell that Iron Hand Old Man was obviously dealing with an incident today; thus, amidst the bustling sighs, discussions, and swearing, they all dispersed, vanishing into the wasteland.

Only after this did Iron Hand turn to look at An Jing.

Facing An Jing, who stood upright holding Big Spear, the burly Great Han spoke in a calm tone, with a hint of gratitude, “This lad Huo Qing, his survival was all thanks to you, wasn’t it, young man?”

“It’s windy outside, you come in too.”