The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1242 - 532 If there is injustice, summon Shen Lin!

Chapter 1242: Chapter 532 If there is injustice, summon Shen Lin!

Heavy rain poured down.

The water curtain merged into a continuous sheet, the slanted eaves seemingly transformed into mountains and streams, the curtain of rain becoming a waterfall.

In the vast LinHai City, on the wide streets, due to this torrential downpour, scarcely anyone ventured out.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

In the heavy rain, an emaciated old horse slowly walked, rain lashing against its eyes, yet they remained bright and spirited.

Liu Sheng led the horse, his footsteps splashing water as he trod.

He watched the heavy rain, his voice tinged with a wistful tone.

"A hundred years ago, even though there were unwritten rules everywhere in this world amid a downpour like this, people still believed that rules would override the unwritten ones.

Sadly, as the century slipped by, not to mention the unwritten rules overshadowing the rules, even the rules... became a joke," Liu Sheng’s voice was aged.

He was indeed born a coachman.

The son of an official becomes an official, the son of a merchant becomes a merchant, and the son of a coachman becomes a coachman.

His family had been coachmen for generations, and undoubtedly, his descendants would also continue to be coachmen.

However, he was fortunate that in his youth, he encountered the descent of Shen Lin.

In the mortal world, no profession is nobler or lesser.

If you lie down, then lie down.

But as long as you strive, if you have the ambition, you will achieve something.

Excelling as a coachman, Liu Sheng also became the first-generation exemplary "Coachman," just like Wang Keng’s grandfather, a model laborer.

He gained "rights" and "a voice."

That also provided him a relative increase in freedom, allowing him to embark on the path of a Soldier Commander.

Previously, a mere coachman, where would he have had the right to cultivate?

To cultivate, to become a Soldier Commander... those were privileges only the wealthy and those in the officialdom had.

"At first, this old man always thought... the world thrives on interests, could there truly be such selfless deities like Shen Lin in this world?" Liu Sheng chuckled self-mockingly.

It’s understandable for the common folk at the bottom to blindly believe in Shen Lin.

As a Soldier Commander, you’d probably have realized long ago, what they call gods are just powerful beings.

Even Shen Lin, as selfless as they come, probably has their own desires.

Even though, it is a Divine Artifact.

But the creator of this artifact, that master craftsman... surely had their own demands?

"Master, do you believe that this world could truly be as Shen Lin hopes, truly... fair and equal?" Liu Sheng turned his head, looking at Chen Kangbao and Qi Yuan in the carriage.

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand, catching some rainwater, "If you talk about reality... it might be difficult, but since this is a game, anything is possible."

Liu Sheng flinched, a bitter smile playing across his lips.

The Shen Lin of the past had ultimately shattered.

Now, another Soldier Commander wielded control.

Which path this Soldier Commander would take, what thoughts they had, Liu Sheng did not know.

"Rakshasa’s Seven Gods, excluding this old man, the rest are King Dingyuan, King Shanhe, King Zuifang... and the Rakshasa Emperor, the fifth, Wu Fan.

The strongest among them is Wu Fan, who in these hundred years, has always kept a low profile.

There are rumors that he has almost reached the peak period of Shen Lin’s might!"

Liu Sheng spoke, worry visible in his eyes.

He did not know how much combat power the current Shen Lin could display.

"As we say, everyone is equal, in my eyes, he and you are no different," Qi Yuan commented lightly.

Hearing this, Liu Sheng’s body trembled slightly.

He led the horse, gripping the reins, navigating through the rain curtain.

The rain intensified, showing no signs of stopping.

Liu Sheng sat at the front of the carriage, waving his whip, propelling the carriage through the rain curtain.

The downpour couldn’t stop the carriage’s advance.

With ease.

Ten days later, in Dingbo State, travelers saw a carriage traveling from south to north, crossing the LinHai mountain range. Amidst the peak, Strange Spirits wrought mischief, yet the coachman, using his finger as a sword, effortlessly slew them, astounding onlookers.

Half a month later, a carriage crossed the Wuding River, entering Xianle State.

The winds bellowed fiercely, dust swirling everywhere.

Xianle State, located at the southeasternmost part of Rakshasa Country, predominantly desert terrain, bordered Great Feng.

Initially, Fallen Phoenix City, where Shen Lin had fallen, was situated in Xianle State.

Over the years, Great Feng and Rakshasa Country had frequently waged war, with Rakshasa Country losing more than winning, having ceded seven cities’ territories.

These seven cities were all located in Xianle State.

On the imperial road, dust lifted into the air.

Li Wan, dressed as a man with dirt smeared over her face to look more like a man.

She rode on a horse, glancing at the carriage beside her, curiosity surfacing in her eyes.

They were a party of seven, intending to cross the imperial road toward Xianlong County.

On the way, Li Wan had seen this carriage and felt curious.

This imperial road was not safe, yet a lone carriage dared to travel; the owner’s strength must not be underestimated.

Confident in her strength, thinking of added security with another person, she approached to ask if they could travel together.

The carriage owner did not refuse, yet Li Wan was somewhat surprised because the carriage owner appeared overly young, seemingly not even twenty.

Could it be... that old man constantly eating buns was a formidable being?

With this thought, Li Wan spoke, "The Xianle State of old, though at the southeasternmost of Rakshasa Country, had the most prosperous economy, this imperial road saw endless merchant convoys every day."

Li Wan’s family had been merchants for generations.

Previously, merchant convoys from Rakshasa Country would set out from Xianle State to Great Feng and other countries.

Commerce here flourished the most.

"Sadly, now, not even a Strange Spirit can be seen on this road," Li Wan laughed.

"It’s better without Strange Spirits, it’s safer along the way," said the burly man, his waist adorned with a large knife, his chest bare due to the hot weather.

"Don’t jinx it," at that moment, Qi Yuan spoke from inside the carriage.

"Haha, no matter if we encounter Strange Spirits, isn’t there Uncle Li?" Li Wan laughed.

Uncle Li was an Earth-level Army Commander, considering a master in the area.