novellhall Chapter 92 The Profound and Secret Ksitigarbha Appears Out of Nowhere
Chapter 92 The Profound and Secret Ksitigarbha Appears Out of Nowhere
Chapter 92 The Profound and Secret Ksitigarbha Appears Out of Nowhere
[Network notification: The chain quest - Searching for Home in the Mortal World (Part 4) (Desperate Situation) has been completed]
[Quest Rewards: 660 Disaster Coins, 3800 Universal Experience, Qi-Boosting Pill Recipe (Gray), Fire-Repelling Cloak (White), Enlightenment Diagram: Deep Secret Earth Treasury (Blue) (Version Limited)]
Lin Zhuo stared at the information board and immediately saw the Enlightenment Diagram. This version-limited item was probably the rarest drop in every dungeon.
As an open world, the "Cangcheng" dungeon has a variety of Enlightenment Diagrams that can drop. The principles contained in "Deep Secret Earth Treasury" are mostly related to the earth's energy, so it is quite compatible with Lin Zhuo and can be considered one of the most suitable Enlightenment Diagrams for him.
[Mingxiao Drum]: Wow, I got the Enlightenment Diagram! Second Senior Brother is awesome, thank you! (Fireworks) (Excited)
[Fuyouyue]: I also got a Magic Enlightenment Diagram. [Daxia Aichi Mian]: Yeah, me too. I didn't expect to get a Magic Enlightenment Diagram from a difficult quest. This luck is incredible! [Knock Knock on the Gong]: ? ? ?
[Knocks on a gong]: No, everyone else has one except me, right?! Who stole my Enlightenment Diagram?! (Furious)
Jin Xiaohu originally wanted to come over and congratulate Lin Zhuo on defeating the powerful enemy, but when he saw the chat channel, the whole cat was furious and started hissing and cursing.
The maid Hongying, who was traveling with it, was startled.
"Little cat, what's wrong? Are there enemies?" Hong Yingniang looked around. The first to arrive at the mass grave were all martial artists from the Jianghu. She was worried that there might be disciples of the Demonic Cult lurking among them, so she did not approach.
Jin Xiaohu didn't answer, but muttered to itself. It was very dissatisfied because the cat usually had the best luck with the task rewards and had already gotten a lot of blue items, but it didn't get the most valuable prize. It felt so bitter.
[Mingxiao Drum]: Hehehe, this is the karma for the naughty kitten~ Next time we meet, let your older sister pet you, and I'll give you my Enlightenment Diagram————
[Knocks on a gong]: Send me?
[Sounding the Drum]: I'll show you, just to make you drool! [Knocking on the Gong]: You bad woman!
Shu Yuliu, who was far away, was already smiling. Fang Qingjun, a disciple of the Undying Valley who was traveling with her, thought she had suddenly developed hysteria and asked Zhu Baixuan with a worried look whether they should check the woman's mental state.
Lin Zhuo squatted down to inspect the broken serpent chain hammer. The hammerhead was covered with thick ice, and the rope was brittle and crumbly, making it unusable.
This was his first time fighting a Grandmaster who possessed True Essence, and he somewhat underestimated this level of power. The destructive power of True Essence was indeed incomparable to that of Mind Energy. Fortunately, he hadn't fought Mo Weiren bare-handed, otherwise it would have been his arm that was broken. Although he could regenerate limbs, healing was still quite troublesome.
"Young master, what a frightening scene that was just now! Are you alright? I was really worried about you." Hong Yingniang used her lightness skill to rush over and squatted down in front of Lin Zhuo to carefully examine his injuries.
"I'm fine. I just got bitten on the finger by that old bastard." Lin Zhuo shook his head with a smile. Half of his body had been frozen, and now he had broken the ice shell and torn it off, along with a layer of hair. His clothes were also a little torn, and the five fingers on his right hand were slightly blue, obviously frostbitten, but it was nothing serious.
"Young master, did you really kill the Demonic Cult's Heavenly King?"
"The bloodstains you're stepping on are him."
Hong Yingniang then noticed that there were still scattered severed legs and chunks of flesh in the bloodstains at her feet. She screamed and jumped to the side, while Cui Xiang covered her mouth and turned her head away.
Lin Zhu chuckled, put away the chain hammer fragments in his storage ring, clapped his hands, and stood up. "Let's go, it's time to take you home."
[Network Notification: The chain quest "Searching for Home in the Mortal World (Final)" has been triggered]
Finding Home in the Mortal World (Final): Escorting Hong Yingniang to reunite with her family. Difficulty: Easy. Description: No matter what methods you used, you finally managed to escape the pursuit of the Demonic Cult King. Mo Weiren has given up and will no longer cause any trouble for your journey. The hardships and obstacles along the way have finally been overcome, and it is time to usher in a perfect ending.
Lin Zhuo met up with the grumbling tabby cat and headed back to the Siliuchun Restaurant. All the martial arts figures watched him, each one shocked, amazed, and envious. The witnesses felt lucky to have experienced this day, while the civilians who couldn't arrive in time could only regretfully observe the ruins of the mass grave.
Many of the demonic sect disciples hidden in the crowd turned and ran, as if chasing after a frightened soul. Others, however, remained loyal and launched a sneak attack when Lin Zhuo passed by.
Boom! ! — What awaited them was, of course, only a palm strike.
Considering the dense crowd, Lin Zhuo used his strength very restrainedly. The person who was hit by his palm only had all his bones shattered and his internal organs crushed, collapsing to the ground and dying. He did not explode into mist directly. After he fell to the ground, blood continued to flow from his orifices. His death was horrific. In the word-of-mouth of the martial arts world, this added to Lin Zhuo's reputation for cruelty and ferocity.
He went on a killing spree, and all the demonic sect disciples who wanted to sacrifice themselves to avenge Mo Weiren were wiped out on the spot.
The powerful and influential families who had originally wanted to get closer to him were so frightened by the scene that they withdrew their steps.
Back at the restaurant, most of the guests had left, except for Lin Zhuo's table of food, which remained empty.
He sat down casually, picked up his chopsticks, and shoveled the leftover food into his mouth, chewing it heartily. Even though he was in a hurry, the food was still a bit cold.
In the entire restaurant, only their table remained as if nothing had happened. The two storytellers, knowing that the nemesis they had been talking about was right there, wanted to escape but dared not, and tremblingly approached, bowing and begging for mercy.
"Uncle Lin, please forgive us beggars for being blind and not recognizing your worth. We spoke recklessly earlier and damaged your reputation. Tell me, do you want your fingers cut off or your tendons severed? If we even flinch, we're sons of bitches. We just beg you, Uncle, don't cut off our tongues, they're our livelihood—" The fat beggar looked aggrieved, as if he was about to cry.
The skinny beggar was still standing there, rubbing his eyes, saying, "You're absolutely right. We're members of the Beggars' Sect; we can't be shameless. If we're wrong, we have to admit it, right?"
Lin Zhuo put down his chopsticks, helped them up, shook his head and smiled, "You're right, I don't care what others say."
Speaking of which, I have a connection with the Beggars' Sect. Perhaps I could send a message to your leader and elders, saying that I know how to cure your old leader's incurable ailment, and if they need help, simply send someone to deliver the message to me.”
The two beggars felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They patted their chests and promised to deliver the message, then left with profuse thanks.
While serving tea to Lin Zhuo, Hong Yingniang asked curiously, "I've heard that the position of Beggars' Sect leader is about to be handed over, and there will surely be some turmoil within the sect. Are you planning to get involved, young master?"
"Hmm. The Beggars' Sect is currently in a state of conflict between two dragons, with the old dragon still alive. Whoever seizes the throne will inherit the Immortal Binding Bag passed down by the founder. I want the rope that ties the bag and a dragon tendon, but I can't just grab it directly."
"I see. So, young master is planning to do someone a favor." Hong Yingniang smiled.
"Alright, I'm full." After finishing the leftovers, Lin Zhuo went to the counter to pay. The shopkeeper, trembling, returned the silver ingot he had paid earlier, saying that he admired the chivalrous hero and that it was only right to treat him to a meal.
Lin Zhuo smiled. These small-time hustlers all knew how to survive in the underworld: they had to admit defeat and fawn over others. But he wouldn't bully the weak. He simply said, "Since you don't want to make money, just put it on your tab. Maybe I'll come back again in the future."
After saying this, he turned and left. He had arrived in Pingchuan unnoticed, but by the time he was leaving, the whole city was in an uproar.
Upon arriving at the inn outside the city, they bought a carriage. Lin Zhuo sat on the carriage shaft as usual, cracked the whip, and the two horses galloped away with their heads down, carrying them far away.
In Pingchuan City, left behind, countless carrier eagles cried out and soared into the sky, bringing the shocking news of the Demonic Sect's Heavenly King's tragic death and the extraordinary tale of the youngest Grandmaster of the era emerging out of nowhere to the martial world.
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