Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 96 - 94: A Treacherous Battle of Words, A Vicious Sea of Right and Wrong

Chapter 96: Chapter 94: A Treacherous Battle of Words, A Vicious Sea of Right and Wrong

Drunk Flower Brothel.

"We’re too late!"

Gazing at the center of the hall, a big green donkey was entangled by countless jade-like arms and rosy legs, yet it had already become a shriveled corpse.

Master Ge, already fuming because of being set up from the shadows, had an even darker and uglier expression on his face.

Raising his hand, he smashed the railing beside him with one palm.

But even that failed to alleviate the pent-up frustration in his chest.

"Who is it? Who is it? After getting the ’Small Book of Life and Death’, I’ll make sure you lead a miserably painful existence for all your lifetimes!"

Master Ge’s plan should have been perfect, paving the way a month in advance.

In the end, to "tomb raid" and safely fish out the treasure just outside the Royal Mausoleum without any risk.

But he never expected to be the one fished in the last moment, along with his entire team dragged into the Owl God Tomb.

The Qi Fortune that once surged on him plummeted rapidly, with continuous loss of men.

Although after discussing with Wang Yunhu, he understood that the key issue was the "Golden Cage Prison Bird Formation" laid out by the Wang Clan.

But until now, he still couldn’t figure out who was capable, scheming, and skilled enough to plan all these from behind the curtains?

Hence, his fiery anger had nowhere to vent.

"If ’Strategist Bei’, Brother Lang, were still here, they could’ve guided us to find Brother Tian at the fastest speed, and he might not have died such a tragic death."

Wang Yunhu was also lamenting the lack of such a strong ally.

For some reason.

Up till now, only Wang Yunhu, the sole Daoist Soldier of the Wang Family, remained unscathed after accepting the Life-Saving Money from the Luoyang King.

But what Wang Yunhu himself didn’t know was that he, the Clan Leader, had become the sole survivor, and the great Daling branch of the Wang Family had just been erased from history moments ago.

"It’s no one else’s fault, only this damn self couldn’t resist the temptation."

Master Ge cast a gloomy look at the remaining Wang Yunhu and Ma Brothers behind him.

Because they were all grasping that rope made of hair when sucked into the Owl God Tomb, they were not separated.

Then, during the three inexplicable two hours of being subjected to attacks.

The "Fungal Corpses", created from corpses eroded by the "Ganoderma Rebirth Immortal Law", were soon depleted.

The Ma Brothers, emotionally detached, and Wang Yunhu, armed with the power of Treason, resisted the temptations of the Deceit Realm, all survived till now.

Only the big green donkey’s desires were too strong; even though Master Ge had used the "Beast Creation Technique" to revert it back to beast form, he still couldn’t stop the Deceit Realm’s influence on it.

Just after surviving the most dangerous first three two-hour periods, it had suddenly vanished from the team.

Alone and with the donkey, he charged into this Drunk Flower Brothel filled with man-eating "demons," relying on the robust life force brought by his Innate Divine Ability "Limb Regeneration" to continuously charge into the fray.

Yet he didn’t expect that the "demons" here, each with an enormous appetite, were also indifferent to cold or heat.

By the time Master Ge and the others found him again, he had already become a lean and gaunt donkey corpse.

Even that majestic donkey part had dried up into an earthworm.

It could be said that he died a very uneasy death.

"Now, without Brother Lang’s divination to assist us, if we want to snatch the tokens from the jaws of the Yili King at the ’Killing Banquet’.

In the next two hours, we must hurry to obtain the twelve tokens.

It truly is a pity for Brother Lang!"

If the big green donkey’s violent death was due to its own folly.

Then Strategist Bei Lang Qi’s mutation made them all deeply mourn.

In the first three two-hour periods, it had been Lang Qi who had led them through the Life Gates, preserving most of the team’s Primordial Qi.

Nobody expected that Lang Qi, the Fortune Teller best at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, would be the first to fall.

The ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages in the Art of Divination was clearly not omnipotent.

Even in the Fortune Teller Realm, many believed that while some Dharma Sects’ cultivation methods might not require an ’absence of one door’, after being immersed in this profession for a long time, most would encounter misfortune.

The five misfortunes: "widower, widow, orphan, solitary, and handicapped"; the three lacks: "lack of wealth, lack of life, lack of power".

Why is this so?

First, because speech leads to trouble; in the common world, those who often speak blunt truths aren’t usually met with good circumstances.

For example: if Lang Qi’s comments like "Eagle eyes and wolfish gaze mean no good nature, willow brows and phoenix eyes spell murderous air" reached the ears of Wang and Tao, there would certainly be another round of trouble.

Second, the will of heaven is the hardest to predict, and constantly revealing heaven’s secrets naturally leads to backlash.

Therefore, many Fortune Tellers have a rule of asking three questions daily to avoid reducing their fortune.

Because of this speech-induced trouble, combined with the recently spread Heavenly Book knowledge from the Owl God Tomb, there was no turning back for the ’Four Finger Seal’.

Lang Qi’s hidden issues finally erupted violently after intensive divination over the three two-hour periods.

And once this extremely ferocious mutation began, there was no turning back!

"Trouble from speech, trouble from..."

Just thinking about the currently mutated Lang Qi, they all couldn’t help but shiver, looking even worse than the dried-up donkey.

...

Dang! Dang! Dang!...

The Bell and Drum Tower in Luoyang City sounded the bell once again, indicating that more than half of the 7 p.m to 9 p.m period for collecting the tokens had passed.

In a big city like Luoyang, there was no need for a night watchman to patrol the streets; instead, the Bell and Drum Institute was in charge of the bell and drum tower, striking bells and drums to signal the watch, to mark the hours, and to keep time.

The drum signals the passing of the night watch, the bell tolls the hours, dividing the night into five watches, each watch into five hours.

With the ringing of the bell this time, it meant that four hours of the first watch had already passed, leaving Wang Yuan with less than thirty minutes.

Time was of the essence!

But he was constantly pursued by someone once called Lang Qi, who could now only be described as "that thing."

After mutating, Lang Qi’s abilities from the "Three Lives Bird Calculation Book" far surpassed his past self.

Normally, using the "Human Face Painting" to swap identities could conceal one’s life span, so much that even magicians proficient in the art of divination couldn’t figure it out.

When Lang Qi disguised himself as Cui Tong in the past, he never detected anything unusual.

But now.

No matter whose appearance Wang Yuan took on or whose identity he assumed using the "Human Face Painting," Lang Qi would quickly divine his location and then swiftly give chase to kill.

Moreover, he kept shouting, "Brother Cui! Brother Cui!"

As if he was claiming a life.

At first, Wang Yuan created a time difference with the "Five Ghosts Moving Mountains" and successfully conducted a second transaction in another Yicui Building, only to be relentlessly pursued by the other party, forcing him to scamper about.

Limited by the rules within the Deceit Realm, if he did not want to be ganged up on, he couldn’t possibly kill the other party in the street by force.

After all, even forcefully abducting a civilian woman would lead to being mobbed, let alone murdering someone in the street.

Therefore, up until now, Wang Yuan was still one token short of the collection.

However, after running for so long, he finally discovered Lang Qi’s current weakness.

It was also a "Precept Taboo" that became increasingly apparent as he rapidly mutated into a demon, which he had to obey!

— A battleground of slander and a sea of malice!

Whenever someone spoke unguardedly in the street, indulging in slander, defamation, insults, verbal abuse, and causing discord among others, it would invoke Lang Qi’s animosity.

Only because he still retained some rationality, even though he regarded those people with hostility, he was temporarily able to restrain his nature.

He didn’t act rashly, which would’ve triggered the punitive rules of the Deceit Realm.

And after repeatedly testing his limits,

Wang Yuan finally found a place with the "most vile slander" in the night market!

He shifted back into the unremarkable appearance of Cui Tong and stood in front of a stall at the street corner.

He saw the fortune teller with goat-horn whiskers size up "Cui Tong" from head to toe, with disdain in his eyes, shaking his head and saying:

"A man’s appearance is influenced by his heart before thirty; after thirty, it is influenced by his circumstances.

My friend, I guess you must be... a poor man, right!"

"A poor man, right!"

"Poor man!"

"Poor!"

As he spoke, a shiny gold tooth gleamed from his mouth.

Although "Thief Cat" due to his character of righteousness and generosity indeed couldn’t keep any wealth,

But adopting Cui Tong’s perspective, after being stabbed in the heart, he really felt like hitting the man!

Before Wang Yuan could respond, a dark shadow suddenly leaped out from behind the fortune teller.

"Nicely divined, but don’t do it anymore in the future."

"Judging only the skin, not the bone, misleads one’s fate."

"Do we poor people owe you anything?"

"Lips as cold as frost, tongue sharp as a blade, evil words harm people, you stinking fortune teller, you’re going down to the tongue-pulling hell!"

Seeing this anticipated figure, Wang Yuan quietly stepped back.

Lang Qi at this moment was completely merged with the wild wolf he originally rode.

If it were merely a wolf with an extra human head, Wang Yuan felt he could still accept it.

But the wolf’s body was half-covered in eyes, belonging to all kinds of birds, swirling around chaotically.

The other half of its body was covered in human mouths, each mouthing off evaluations of the old fortune teller without hindering some of the mouths from continuing to call out "Brother Cui, Brother Cui."

Even more terrifying, half of the gigantic wolf’s face had overgrown flesh, forcing out a deformed male upper body from the eye socket.

With just a head and a withered arm swinging.

It was the original dwarf Lang Qi!

Being "financially deficient," he was also broken down by the term "poor man."

He reached out and pried open the fortune teller’s mouth, ripping his tongue out in one swift motion.

Only after feeling content did he turn to look at Wang Yuan, while dozens of mouths uttered a chilling giggle in unison:

"Brother Cui, the ’Three Lives Bird Calculation Book’ is alive!"

"It tells me that you were the one who, with mere words, caused the Wang Family to fall apart in discord ten days ago, breaking the ’Golden Cage Prison Bird Formation.’

You orchestrated this dispute, didn’t you?"

"Brother Cui, come merge with me, there’s still room here, I need your mouth!"

"Evil words wound like the cold of June, our tongues are other people’s hell! Giggles..."

He said, pointing offhandedly to the other eye socket on the wolf’s head, the place reserved for Wang Yuan.