The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1243 - 532 If There Is Injustice, Call Upon Shen Lin!_2

Chapter 1243: Chapter 532 If There Is Injustice, Call Upon Shen Lin!_2

Uncle Li looked up proudly, his gaze landing on the carriage as he remembered something and tentatively asked, "Young Master Qi, are you heading to Xianlong County to visit relatives or for some other reason?"

"To kill," Qi Yuan said indifferently.

Uncle Li was startled upon hearing this and glanced at Li Wan before shaking his head.

Initially, they had thought Qi Yuan extraordinary and considered seriously befriending him.

In doing so, the Li Family would have gained another friend and another path.

But now, with Qi Yuan’s blunt response, it was clear he was constantly in trouble, and such a person wasn’t worth forming deep connections with.

Li Wan felt somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

"What brings you to Xianlong County?" Qi Yuan casually inquired.

He had social anxiety and wasn’t one to start conversations.

If someone asked him what he was doing, he had to ask in return.

Li Wan was silent for a long moment before answering, "To call off an engagement."

"You?" Qi Yuan couldn’t help but laugh, "The one calling off the engagement isn’t surnamed Xiao, is it?"

Li Wan shook her head. "No."

She was somewhat curious, what was the matter with the surname Xiao?

"That’s good then. Otherwise, this game would be stitched together all too much."

The bad news was the stitching together was excessive; the good news was that it had been done.

"??" Li Wan was perplexed as she continued, "The surname is Shi."

"Shi?" Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow.

At that moment, Uncle Li, who had been riding a horse, changed his expression.

"This is bad, there are Great Feng cavalry up ahead!"

He quickly reined in his horse and looked toward the sky.

But one look was enough to paint his face with tension and anger.

"There are three thousand Great Feng cavalry ahead, and they... they’re capturing our Rakshasa Country citizens!"

Ahead, dust filled the air as three thousand cavalrymen roamed, laughing and cursing.

The cavalry formed a circle, trapping thousands of Great Feng citizens inside like cattle.

Those who moved slowly received a lash.

Cries and struggles were incessant.

Some, with a single whip-strike to the back, fell and did not rise again.

Uncle Li’s face was a mask of anger.

The Great Feng army often came to Xianle State to forage and raid.

Normally, they would just steal some grain or abduct a few women.

Such a large-scale abduction of citizens to be sold as slaves was rare to see.

"Damn it!" Li Wan tightly gripped her sword hilt, her veins bulging like vines at the sight of the huge dust cloud up ahead.

"We must detour or we’ll hardly be able to escape if those cavalrymen spot us!" Uncle Li whispered sternly.

The rest of the men nodded in agreement.

Although they were furious, they were helpless.

How could they, just a few men, fight against three thousand cavalrymen?

That was simply seeking death.

However, in that instant, Chen Kangbao whipped the reins, and the carriage sped towards the chaos ahead.

Li Wan, seeing this, was anxious. "Young Master... What are you doing? It’s dangerous up ahead."

She rode her horse, wanting to chase after him, torn by indecision.

Uncle Li was also stunned, unsure of what to do.

To follow?

They dared not.

This carriage owner... was he courting death?

Or was he a man of Great Feng?

At that moment, a calm voice came from within the carriage.

"I’m going to save them."

"But... "

"There are no buts, for God arrives."

"God arrives?" Li Wan’s mind raced, "Are you from the Judgment Assembly?"

Only that could explain it.

But even if he was from the Judgment Assembly, how could he possibly withstand three thousand cavalrymen?

Among those three thousand cavalrymen, there might even be a Sky Level Soldier Commander in command.

They had no time to ponder.

Uncle Li also grew anxious, concerned for Qi Yuan’s safety.

Meanwhile, among the cavalry, it seemed someone had noticed the presence of the carriage.

Suddenly, dozens of horsemen charged over, wielding their whips with ferocious and mocking expressions.

"Someone dares to come closer, are they looking to die?"

"A few more slaves to sell, they’ll fetch a decent price!"

But soon, their smiles froze.

Suddenly, a vast and majestic voice boomed from the heavens.

"In a world devoid of light, only God arrives."

"Holding the light, the night is expelled."

"If there’s injustice, summon God to arrive!"

The voice resonated, spreading across the land.

Horses neighed, pawing the air with their hooves.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden and mighty proclamation.

"Who is it?"

"Who’s playing god and tricking us?"

The cavalrymen wore faces of confusion, some showing fear, others gripping their reins tightly, looking around in all directions.

In contrast, the expressions of the Rakshasa Country’s populace, trapped in the middle by the cavalry, varied.

One old woman, seemingly struck by a revelation, showed a fervent expression on her face.

"Shen Lin... the God of Judgment has returned!"

"If there is injustice, call upon me, ’Shen Lin’... Shen Lin!"

There were tears brimming in the eyes of a young man.

The memories of his childhood came flooding back.

Once, his grandmother had told him stories about the God of Judgment and informed him that if ever he encountered injustice, he need only to softly call Shen Lin’s name, and Shen Lin would adjudicate on his behalf.

Regrettably, when he was a child, he had called out for Shen Lin many times, but Shen Lin never appeared.

As he grew up, he learned that Shen Lin might have died or perhaps was just a fantasy.

How ridiculous his childhood beliefs in the myth now seemed.

But now, this voice...

He looked to the heavens, he looked at the encircling cavalry, and he suddenly shouted with all his strength, "Shen Lin!"

He had encountered injustice now!

He had heard the voice of God now!

If not to call for Shen Lin now, then when!

"Shen Lin!"

His voice also stirred the others.

The populace uncovered memories long buried.

"Shen Lin!"

"Shen Lin!"

Whether child, old man, old woman, or youth, at this moment, they all stood and chanted "Shen Lin" together.

Because they had heard that when calling "Shen Lin," one must stand to summon, and then the God of Judgment would descend.

Their voices were like a tsunami, a wave of heat.

The horses panicked, neighing loudly, and the faces of the cavalrymen revealed fear and confusion.

Right then, a blood-red light descended from the sky, turning the entire earth a shade of blood.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky at that moment.

They saw a towering and unimaginable colossal figure standing at the edge of the heavens.

No, He was not a terrifying giant; He was a God inspiring fear and reverence!

He was clad in Blood Armor, his scales fearsome, his expression indifferent.

He stood in silence.

That lofty stature, the terrifying and imposing form—if any human saw it, their initial reaction would be fear.

The fear of the unknown.

Many among the populace fell to their knees.

But at that moment, the first young man who had roared for Shen Lin, straightened his back, gazing at the awe-inspiring colossal giant, and bellowed, "Shen Lin!"

The phrase "Shen Lin" encapsulated all the grievances and injustices he had suffered in his life.

And then, the fifty-zhang-tall imposing figure moved.

It swung just one fist.

That punch was in response to the young man’s cry.

It was as if time itself had paused.

That fearsome punch was the only thing in this world.

It was the punch of a God.

Boom!

Death!

In an instant, three thousand cavalrymen were thrown into chaos, man and horse alike.

Against this terrifying divine might, the three thousand cavalrymen were as frail as ants.

Not to mention three thousand—even thirty thousand could not withstand this fearsome punch.

All the populace felt shock, Kuang Xi, and reverence in their hearts.

Many of the populace knelt down, bowed their heads in worship, and called out, "Shen Lin!"

At that very moment, Qi Yuan sensed something.

He remembered the original purpose of creating Shen Lin.

"Stand up!"

"You need not kneel before me!"

"Shen Lin does not require worship!"

Those divine words seemed to possess magic.

The populace present all stood up, each and every person got to their feet, they looked up at that colossal entity.

Even though there was still fear in their eyes, they persisted, opening their eyes wide, invigorating their spirits, and watching earnestly.

Elsewhere, Li Wan’s body trembled, her upper and lower teeth clashing due to the shaking.

"Uncle Li... is He the God of Judgment?"

Uncle Li’s rotund belly was covered in sweat as he looked at the towering figure, his calves trembling incessantly.

"It should... be," he managed to say.

"Shen Lin... has returned," Li Wan spoke with a complex tone.

She watched from a distance the carriage that was still advancing slowly, her emotions tangled.

Was that Young Master Qi on the carriage, the one she had just been chatting with... the God of Judgment?

Or did he wield the most powerful Divine Artifact in the world... Shen Lin?

"The skies of Rakshasa Country... are going to change," Uncle Li uttered a long sigh, his voice laden with complexity, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.

Sometimes, some people yearn for change; after all, could it really get worse than this?

Other times, some people dislike change, feeling content with the current state of things.

But at this moment, Uncle Li understood, whether he liked it or not, the fate of Rakshasa Country had inevitably changed.

"If there is injustice, call upon me, ’Shen Lin!’"

Uncle Li stood tall, straightening his spine.

In his youth, he too had called on "Shen Lin."