Chapter 91: Bane Of Demons And Gods
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Chapter 91: Bane Of Demons And Gods
Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. "Really? Is that how we're talking now?" Should he have been expected to be shot dead for things to seem 'normal'?
While Chen Mingtu dabbed medicine on his forehead wound, he sighed, "What I meant was that your actions were too conspicuous. Taking bullets like that will, no doubt, spark questions."
Laying out the bullets from his pocket, Wang Xuan turned to Qing Mu, "Find me three bulletproof vests and a similar firearm. We need to recreate the scene."
Qing Mu nodded thoughtfully. "That could be a plausible explanation." Instead of revisiting the harrowing event, he would present evidence: a vest marked by bullets and a bullet held as proof.
As Wang Xuan suited up, he mentioned, "The downpour tonight has washed away all traces of blood. I've collected every piece of evidence, especially my nails. There's nothing left behind."nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
But Chen Mingtu remained pensive. "It's a temporary cover, but be ready for a deeper probe."
He planned to travel to the capital in the next couple of days. While Qing Mu would be tasked with presenting his 'injured' body to the authorities for recovery, Chen Mingtu's true purpose would be clandestine meetings with influential figures.
"Wang Xiao" would shadow Chen Mingtu, staying away from external prying eyes. Wang Xuan's genuine identity would, for the time being, be detached from the swirling chaos around. It was evident that Chen Mingtu's trip was about forging deeper alliances and ensuring future collaboration. Wang Xuan, with genuine concern, advised, "Be vigilant, Old Chen. It's a treacherous path ahead." While he might have managed to sidestep this crisis, Chen Mingtu's freedom seemed to be on the line.
......
Chen Mingtu gestured dismissively, indicating that there was no need for further fuss. He was well-aware of the situation's gravity but felt he had it under control.
"Make your choice, Wang Xuan. Head to the new star or reunite with the female practitioner in the Greater Khingan Range," he suggested.
With a hint of irony, Wang Xuan replied, "Why would I journey to the Greater Khingan Range? I'd rather find solace in a tranquil Taoist temple, keeping the company of the sword fairy."
After a brief pause, Chen Mingtu advised, "Venture into deep space. I'll see to the arrangements." He then warned Wang Xuan about the transient nature of secrets and emphasized the urgency of honing his skills.
...
As the rain lightened, Qing Mu led a security patrol, reassuring everyone of the present calm. He stressed they had informed the authorities, ensuring the community's safety. Yet, many remained dubious. Call the authorities? They had seen firsthand how Qing Mu's group, armed with energy cannons and mech suits, had managed everything on their own.
Wang Xuan timely made his presence, joining Qing Mu on the rounds. Several individuals braved the drizzle, eager to gauge his condition post the recent events. Old Wu approached, greeting Wang Xuan warmly. Given the Wu family's pressing need for an adept in Old Arts and with Chen Mingtu's imminent 'departure', their hopes were now pinned on Wang Xuan.
Wu Yin approached, her eyes filled with concern as they landed on Wang Xuan's hand, the blood seeping through the gauze. Without hesitation, she called upon the family's trusted physician to attend to the injury. Wang Xuan sighed inwardly, bracing himself against the sting as the gauze was removed, revealing his raw, injured fingers underneath. He had chosen to reveal his injuries for a reason. He wanted to dispel any doubt about their severity, and simultaneously, display the bulletproof vest he wore.
"Give him some space!" Old Wu admonished the crowd that had gathered too close, her voice edged with frustration. Their intent was evident: they were scrutinizing Wang Xuan, trying to gauge if he had mastered the fabled Golden Body technique. As the physician treated the injury, the severity became clear to all, with some even catching a glimpse of the exposed bone.
"What about your gunshot injury? Have that looked at as well," a voice called out, trying to confirm Wang Xuan's true state.
"I'm alright. I had on... three layers of bulletproof vests!" Wang Xuan replied, slightly lifting his shirt to reveal the outer vest, marked by a clear bullet impact.
The onlookers were taken aback. Three layers? They marveled at Wang Xuan's extreme caution.
"Disperse, and let the doctor work in peace. Honestly, what's with all of you?" Old Wu said, her tone sharp with disapproval. She motioned for them to leave. With a final reminder to Wang Xuan to get ample rest, Old Wu turned away. Her elegant form receded gracefully into the night, each step accentuated by her high heels.
The discovery of a dagger concealed within the extraordinary sword left everyone dumbfounded. Qing Mu, equally puzzled, moved closer for a detailed inspection. "It seems... bronze," he commented.
Old Chen, trying to retrieve the hidden blade, found it securely fused inside the larger sword. Undeterred, he methodically worked on the pale broken blade to extract the concealed weapon. After considerable effort, Old Chen unveiled an ancient-styled dagger, barely a foot long. This short blade, reminiscent of a Early Qin artifact, had a heft that belied its size. With intricate patterns that spoke of a bygone era, the dagger's design was undeniably antique. Yet, its location deep within a contemporary weapon was an enigma.
Old Chen mused, "The pale sword, excavated from that mysterious region, concealed this dagger. It's evident that even the top figure of the New Arts faction was unaware of its existence."
He continued, "Its design clearly hails from the ancient world, perhaps the Early Qin period. However, its presence deep in space is a conundrum."
Intrigued, Wang Xuan tried cutting a fragment of the pale sword with the dagger, succeeding effortlessly.
"It's remarkable," Wang Xuan remarked. "Despite its bronze appearance, it can penetrate a transcendent weapon. It must be crafted from some extraordinary material."
Old Chen agreed. He gently tapped the dagger with his black sword, and both emitted a radiant glow, unscathed by the contact.
"An exceptional blade, its quality rivaling my own black sword. The original wielder must have been legendary," Old Chen remarked, clearly impressed. After a moment's admiration, he handed the dagger to Wang Xuan, "Keep it close. It holds immense potential."
Qing Mu added with a hint of astonishment, "It emanated a luminous glow earlier."
Nodding, Old Chen explained, "Indeed. That's a testament to its uniqueness. Just like my black sword, it possesses an aura that repels malign entities. Its mystical attributes are profound, and will require time to fully understand."
"Repels malign entities?" Wang Xuan inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.
"Throughout our expeditions, we've encountered numerous anomalies," Old Chen began. "Over the decades, I've faced my fair share of tribulations. Yet, there were instances when I encountered inexplicable entities and forces. My black sword was instrumental during those times, shielding me and causing the entities to dissipate upon contact."
Feeling the weight of the bronze dagger in his hand, Wang Xuan pondered its potential uses. With its compact size, it could easily be concealed in a boot or strapped to his forearm. "I'll have to craft a sheath for it," he mused.
Old Chen turned to Qing Mu, "As for the fragments of the pale sword, have them melted down and forged into a weapon for your personal use."
......
Upon stepping out of Old Chen's sickroom, Wang Xuan was met with an overcast sky. The dark, foreboding clouds were intermittently illuminated by streaks of lightning. He sighed softly, pondering on the imminent farewell with Old Chen and Qing Mu. When they'd meet next remained uncertain.
Suddenly, he paused, gazing intently at the clouds above. There seemed to be something amidst the clouds, a faint shimmering golden light, moving mysteriously. Its nebulous form conveyed a sense of sanctity.
Without hesitation, Wang Xuan dashed back into the sickroom. "Qing Mu, come to the window! There's something amidst the clouds!"
Taken aback, Qing Mu approached the window, looking up. However, he saw nothing but the dark clouds and the occasional lightning.
"It can't be an illusion," Wang Xuan asserted, "I saw it clearly - a hazy golden radiance, both majestic and serene. But it was just too far to discern clearly."
Old Chen, upon hearing this, leapt from his bed and rushed to the window, fixing his gaze on the heavens above. Yet, he too, was met with only the bleak canvas of clouds.
"I'm certain of what I saw," Wang Xuan whispered, a mixture of confusion and awe in his voice. "It was there, shimmering amidst the clouds, exuding an aura of profound mystique."
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Chapter 91: Bane Of Demons And Gods
Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. "Really? Is that how we're talking now?" Should he have been expected to be shot dead for things to seem 'normal'?
While Chen Mingtu dabbed medicine on his forehead wound, he sighed, "What I meant was that your actions were too conspicuous. Taking bullets like that will, no doubt, spark questions."
Laying out the bullets from his pocket, Wang Xuan turned to Qing Mu, "Find me three bulletproof vests and a similar firearm. We need to recreate the scene."
Qing Mu nodded thoughtfully. "That could be a plausible explanation." Instead of revisiting the harrowing event, he would present evidence: a vest marked by bullets and a bullet held as proof.
As Wang Xuan suited up, he mentioned, "The downpour tonight has washed away all traces of blood. I've collected every piece of evidence, especially my nails. There's nothing left behind."nôvel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.
But Chen Mingtu remained pensive. "It's a temporary cover, but be ready for a deeper probe."
He planned to travel to the capital in the next couple of days. While Qing Mu would be tasked with presenting his 'injured' body to the authorities for recovery, Chen Mingtu's true purpose would be clandestine meetings with influential figures.
"Wang Xiao" would shadow Chen Mingtu, staying away from external prying eyes. Wang Xuan's genuine identity would, for the time being, be detached from the swirling chaos around. It was evident that Chen Mingtu's trip was about forging deeper alliances and ensuring future collaboration. Wang Xuan, with genuine concern, advised, "Be vigilant, Old Chen. It's a treacherous path ahead." While he might have managed to sidestep this crisis, Chen Mingtu's freedom seemed to be on the line.
......
Chen Mingtu gestured dismissively, indicating that there was no need for further fuss. He was well-aware of the situation's gravity but felt he had it under control.
"Make your choice, Wang Xuan. Head to the new star or reunite with the female practitioner in the Greater Khingan Range," he suggested.
With a hint of irony, Wang Xuan replied, "Why would I journey to the Greater Khingan Range? I'd rather find solace in a tranquil Taoist temple, keeping the company of the sword fairy."
After a brief pause, Chen Mingtu advised, "Venture into deep space. I'll see to the arrangements." He then warned Wang Xuan about the transient nature of secrets and emphasized the urgency of honing his skills.
...
As the rain lightened, Qing Mu led a security patrol, reassuring everyone of the present calm. He stressed they had informed the authorities, ensuring the community's safety. Yet, many remained dubious. Call the authorities? They had seen firsthand how Qing Mu's group, armed with energy cannons and mech suits, had managed everything on their own.
Wang Xuan timely made his presence, joining Qing Mu on the rounds. Several individuals braved the drizzle, eager to gauge his condition post the recent events. Old Wu approached, greeting Wang Xuan warmly. Given the Wu family's pressing need for an adept in Old Arts and with Chen Mingtu's imminent 'departure', their hopes were now pinned on Wang Xuan.
Wu Yin approached, her eyes filled with concern as they landed on Wang Xuan's hand, the blood seeping through the gauze. Without hesitation, she called upon the family's trusted physician to attend to the injury. Wang Xuan sighed inwardly, bracing himself against the sting as the gauze was removed, revealing his raw, injured fingers underneath. He had chosen to reveal his injuries for a reason. He wanted to dispel any doubt about their severity, and simultaneously, display the bulletproof vest he wore.
"Give him some space!" Old Wu admonished the crowd that had gathered too close, her voice edged with frustration. Their intent was evident: they were scrutinizing Wang Xuan, trying to gauge if he had mastered the fabled Golden Body technique. As the physician treated the injury, the severity became clear to all, with some even catching a glimpse of the exposed bone.
"What about your gunshot injury? Have that looked at as well," a voice called out, trying to confirm Wang Xuan's true state.
"I'm alright. I had on... three layers of bulletproof vests!" Wang Xuan replied, slightly lifting his shirt to reveal the outer vest, marked by a clear bullet impact.
The onlookers were taken aback. Three layers? They marveled at Wang Xuan's extreme caution.
"Disperse, and let the doctor work in peace. Honestly, what's with all of you?" Old Wu said, her tone sharp with disapproval. She motioned for them to leave. With a final reminder to Wang Xuan to get ample rest, Old Wu turned away. Her elegant form receded gracefully into the night, each step accentuated by her high heels.
The discovery of a dagger concealed within the extraordinary sword left everyone dumbfounded. Qing Mu, equally puzzled, moved closer for a detailed inspection. "It seems... bronze," he commented.
Old Chen, trying to retrieve the hidden blade, found it securely fused inside the larger sword. Undeterred, he methodically worked on the pale broken blade to extract the concealed weapon. After considerable effort, Old Chen unveiled an ancient-styled dagger, barely a foot long. This short blade, reminiscent of a Early Qin artifact, had a heft that belied its size. With intricate patterns that spoke of a bygone era, the dagger's design was undeniably antique. Yet, its location deep within a contemporary weapon was an enigma.
Old Chen mused, "The pale sword, excavated from that mysterious region, concealed this dagger. It's evident that even the top figure of the New Arts faction was unaware of its existence."
He continued, "Its design clearly hails from the ancient world, perhaps the Early Qin period. However, its presence deep in space is a conundrum."
Intrigued, Wang Xuan tried cutting a fragment of the pale sword with the dagger, succeeding effortlessly.
"It's remarkable," Wang Xuan remarked. "Despite its bronze appearance, it can penetrate a transcendent weapon. It must be crafted from some extraordinary material."
Old Chen agreed. He gently tapped the dagger with his black sword, and both emitted a radiant glow, unscathed by the contact.
"An exceptional blade, its quality rivaling my own black sword. The original wielder must have been legendary," Old Chen remarked, clearly impressed. After a moment's admiration, he handed the dagger to Wang Xuan, "Keep it close. It holds immense potential."
Qing Mu added with a hint of astonishment, "It emanated a luminous glow earlier."
Nodding, Old Chen explained, "Indeed. That's a testament to its uniqueness. Just like my black sword, it possesses an aura that repels malign entities. Its mystical attributes are profound, and will require time to fully understand."
"Repels malign entities?" Wang Xuan inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.
"Throughout our expeditions, we've encountered numerous anomalies," Old Chen began. "Over the decades, I've faced my fair share of tribulations. Yet, there were instances when I encountered inexplicable entities and forces. My black sword was instrumental during those times, shielding me and causing the entities to dissipate upon contact."
Feeling the weight of the bronze dagger in his hand, Wang Xuan pondered its potential uses. With its compact size, it could easily be concealed in a boot or strapped to his forearm. "I'll have to craft a sheath for it," he mused.
Old Chen turned to Qing Mu, "As for the fragments of the pale sword, have them melted down and forged into a weapon for your personal use."
......
Upon stepping out of Old Chen's sickroom, Wang Xuan was met with an overcast sky. The dark, foreboding clouds were intermittently illuminated by streaks of lightning. He sighed softly, pondering on the imminent farewell with Old Chen and Qing Mu. When they'd meet next remained uncertain.
Suddenly, he paused, gazing intently at the clouds above. There seemed to be something amidst the clouds, a faint shimmering golden light, moving mysteriously. Its nebulous form conveyed a sense of sanctity.
Without hesitation, Wang Xuan dashed back into the sickroom. "Qing Mu, come to the window! There's something amidst the clouds!"
Taken aback, Qing Mu approached the window, looking up. However, he saw nothing but the dark clouds and the occasional lightning.
"It can't be an illusion," Wang Xuan asserted, "I saw it clearly - a hazy golden radiance, both majestic and serene. But it was just too far to discern clearly."
Old Chen, upon hearing this, leapt from his bed and rushed to the window, fixing his gaze on the heavens above. Yet, he too, was met with only the bleak canvas of clouds.
"I'm certain of what I saw," Wang Xuan whispered, a mixture of confusion and awe in his voice. "It was there, shimmering amidst the clouds, exuding an aura of profound mystique."
Chapter 91: Bane Of Demons And GodsWang Xuan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with disbelief. "Really? Is that how we're talking now?" Should he have been expected to be shot dead for things to seem 'normal'?While Chen Mingtu dabbed medicine on his forehead wound, he sighed, "What I meant was that your actions were too conspicuous. Taking bullets like that will, no doubt, spark questions."Laying out the bullets from his pocket, Wang Xuan turned to Qing Mu, "Find me three bulletproof vests and a similar firearm. We need to recreate the scene."Qing Mu nodded thoughtfully. "That could be a plausible explanation." Instead of revisiting the harrowing event, he would present evidence: a vest marked by bullets and a bullet held as proof.As Wang Xuan suited up, he mentioned, "The downpour tonight has washed away all traces of blood. I've collected every piece of evidence, especially my nails. There's nothing left behind."novel binz was the first platform to present this chapter.But Chen Mingtu remained pensive. "It's a temporary cover, but be ready for a deeper probe."He planned to travel to the capital in the next couple of days. While Qing Mu would be tasked with presenting his 'injured' body to the authorities for recovery, Chen Mingtu's true purpose would be clandestine meetings with influential figures."Wang Xiao" would shadow Chen Mingtu, staying away from external prying eyes. Wang Xuan's genuine identity would, for the time being, be detached from the swirling chaos around. It was evident that Chen Mingtu's trip was about forging deeper alliances and ensuring future collaboration. Wang Xuan, with genuine concern, advised, "Be vigilant, Old Chen. It's a treacherous path ahead." While he might have managed to sidestep this crisis, Chen Mingtu's freedom seemed to be on the line.......Chen Mingtu gestured dismissively, indicating that there was no need for further fuss. He was well-aware of the situation's gravity but felt he had it under control."Make your choice, Wang Xuan. Head to the new star or reunite with the female practitioner in the Greater Khingan Range," he suggested.With a hint of irony, Wang Xuan replied, "Why would I journey to the Greater Khingan Range? I'd rather find solace in a tranquil Taoist temple, keeping the company of the sword fairy."After a brief pause, Chen Mingtu advised, "Venture into deep space. I'll see to the arrangements." He then warned Wang Xuan about the transient nature of secrets and emphasized the urgency of honing his skills....As the rain lightened, Qing Mu led a security patrol, reassuring everyone of the present calm. He stressed they had informed the authorities, ensuring the community's safety. Yet, many remained dubious. Call the authorities? They had seen firsthand how Qing Mu's group, armed with energy cannons and mech suits, had managed everything on their own.Wang Xuan timely made his presence, joining Qing Mu on the rounds. Several individuals braved the drizzle, eager to gauge his condition post the recent events. Old Wu approached, greeting Wang Xuan warmly. Given the Wu family's pressing need for an adept in Old Arts and with Chen Mingtu's imminent 'departure', their hopes were now pinned on Wang Xuan. Wu Yin approached, her eyes filled with concern as they landed on Wang Xuan's hand, the blood seeping through the gauze. Without hesitation, she called upon the family's trusted physician to attend to the injury. Wang Xuan sighed inwardly, bracing himself against the sting as the gauze was removed, revealing his raw, injured fingers underneath. He had chosen to reveal his injuries for a reason. He wanted to dispel any doubt about their severity, and simultaneously, display the bulletproof vest he wore."Give him some space!" Old Wu admonished the crowd that had gathered too close, her voice edged with frustration. Their intent was evident: they were scrutinizing Wang Xuan, trying to gauge if he had mastered the fabled Golden Body technique. As the physician treated the injury, the severity became clear to all, with some even catching a glimpse of the exposed bone."What about your gunshot injury? Have that looked at as well," a voice called out, trying to confirm Wang Xuan's true state."I'm alright. I had on... three layers of bulletproof vests!" Wang Xuan replied, slightly lifting his shirt to reveal the outer vest, marked by a clear bullet impact.The onlookers were taken aback. Three layers? They marveled at Wang Xuan's extreme caution."Disperse, and let the doctor work in peace. Honestly, what's with all of you?" Old Wu said, her tone sharp with disapproval. She motioned for them to leave. With a final reminder to Wang Xuan to get ample rest, Old Wu turned away. Her elegant form receded gracefully into the night, each step accentuated by her high heels.The discovery of a dagger concealed within the extraordinary sword left everyone dumbfounded. Qing Mu, equally puzzled, moved closer for a detailed inspection. "It seems... bronze," he commented. Old Chen, trying to retrieve the hidden blade, found it securely fused inside the larger sword. Undeterred, he methodically worked on the pale broken blade to extract the concealed weapon. After considerable effort, Old Chen unveiled an ancient-styled dagger, barely a foot long. This short blade, reminiscent of a Early Qin artifact, had a heft that belied its size. With intricate patterns that spoke of a bygone era, the dagger's design was undeniably antique. Yet, its location deep within a contemporary weapon was an enigma.Old Chen mused, "The pale sword, excavated from that mysterious region, concealed this dagger. It's evident that even the top figure of the New Arts faction was unaware of its existence."He continued, "Its design clearly hails from the ancient world, perhaps the Early Qin period. However, its presence deep in space is a conundrum."Intrigued, Wang Xuan tried cutting a fragment of the pale sword with the dagger, succeeding effortlessly. "It's remarkable," Wang Xuan remarked. "Despite its bronze appearance, it can penetrate a transcendent weapon. It must be crafted from some extraordinary material."Old Chen agreed. He gently tapped the dagger with his black sword, and both emitted a radiant glow, unscathed by the contact."An exceptional blade, its quality rivaling my own black sword. The original wielder must have been legendary," Old Chen remarked, clearly impressed. After a moment's admiration, he handed the dagger to Wang Xuan, "Keep it close. It holds immense potential."Qing Mu added with a hint of astonishment, "It emanated a luminous glow earlier."Nodding, Old Chen explained, "Indeed. That's a testament to its uniqueness. Just like my black sword, it possesses an aura that repels malign entities. Its mystical attributes are profound, and will require time to fully understand.""Repels malign entities?" Wang Xuan inquired, curiosity evident in his voice."Throughout our expeditions, we've encountered numerous anomalies," Old Chen began. "Over the decades, I've faced my fair share of tribulations. Yet, there were instances when I encountered inexplicable entities and forces. My black sword was instrumental during those times, shielding me and causing the entities to dissipate upon contact."Feeling the weight of the bronze dagger in his hand, Wang Xuan pondered its potential uses. With its compact size, it could easily be concealed in a boot or strapped to his forearm. "I'll have to craft a sheath for it," he mused.Old Chen turned to Qing Mu, "As for the fragments of the pale sword, have them melted down and forged into a weapon for your personal use."......Upon stepping out of Old Chen's sickroom, Wang Xuan was met with an overcast sky. The dark, foreboding clouds were intermittently illuminated by streaks of lightning. He sighed softly, pondering on the imminent farewell with Old Chen and Qing Mu. When they'd meet next remained uncertain.Suddenly, he paused, gazing intently at the clouds above. There seemed to be something amidst the clouds, a faint shimmering golden light, moving mysteriously. Its nebulous form conveyed a sense of sanctity.Without hesitation, Wang Xuan dashed back into the sickroom. "Qing Mu, come to the window! There's something amidst the clouds!"Taken aback, Qing Mu approached the window, looking up. However, he saw nothing but the dark clouds and the occasional lightning."It can't be an illusion," Wang Xuan asserted, "I saw it clearly - a hazy golden radiance, both majestic and serene. But it was just too far to discern clearly."Old Chen, upon hearing this, leapt from his bed and rushed to the window, fixing his gaze on the heavens above. Yet, he too, was met with only the bleak canvas of clouds."I'm certain of what I saw," Wang Xuan whispered, a mixture of confusion and awe in his voice. "It was there, shimmering amidst the clouds, exuding an aura of profound mystique."
