Jayson tensed up, caught off guard by the unexpected confrontation. He hadn't even placed an order yet, and now trouble was brewing right before his eyes. It felt like a stroke of terrible luck.Amidst the tension, the sound of crashing chairs echoed from the bar. Jayson turned his attention to the commotion, witnessing a heartbreaking scene. The store owner pleaded desperately, his voice filled with anguish. "Please, stop! Don't destroy my store! What have I done to deserve this?"A voice pierced through the chaos. "Pa Lu, if you allow your beautiful granddaughter to become the mistress of our supervisor, we promise to leave you in peace. We'll even bring more customers, and our comrades will dine here every day. Just give us your consent, and I'll order my men to cease this senseless destruction!" The speaker was none other than one of the officials.Pa Lu's response was unwavering, filled with determination. "Never! I will never allow my granddaughter to be a pawn in that lecherous
The Rich monk stood before the three officials, his expression serene and unaffected. He recited the ancient words with a calm voice, his hands clasped around the beads that glimmered in the light, radiating the essence of Buddha."Buddha brings peace; Buddha cleanses the heart; relinquish your earthly possessions and embrace asceticism," he intoned.The officials gazed at him blankly. Slowly, they began wiping away the marks on their storage rings and surrendered them to the rich monk. One by one, they offered their cherished treasure swords, boots, sabres, helmets, and armour, their prized possessions now entrusted to the care of the enlightened one.The Rich Monk graciously accepted each item, his head bowed in reverence. "Amitabha, may the peace of Buddha be with you," he murmured.Turning towards Angel, whose astonishment was evident in her gaping mouth and wide-eyed stare, the Rich Monk spoke softly. "Let go."As they moved forward, Angel remained frozen in disbelief, but her fe
After finalizing his plan, Jayson decided to leave the inn following his lunch with Angel. As he stepped out, the sun had already set, casting darkness over the streets. Jayson strolled through the dimly lit roads, his gaze catching the flickering lights of various taverns scattered throughout the town. Eventually, he found himself on a secluded, shadowy street.In the silence of the night, Jayson's ears perked up as he heard a voice murmuring to itself nearby. Curiosity piqued, he turned his attention toward the source and spotted a heavily intoxicated man stumbling towards him. The man seemed lost in his own world, rambling incessantly and intermittently taking swigs from a bottle of wine he clutched tightly."I was a genius," the drunken man slurred, his words barely coherent. "In the heat of battle, I faced the Northern geniuses with only one hand! Where were these fools? They hadn't even been born yet, and yet they have the audacity to call me a drunkard. Ha! They're lucky I embr
Rogers who was boisterously singing atop a table, froze. He hadn't anticipated the swift action of the Officials. They were more efficient than he'd given them credit for.Quickly devising an escape plan, he pounded on the table, his singing growing louder. "The guards are oppressors; the men of Ba are cowards; you wish to violate me as you did Pa Lu!"His brazen accusation took the guards by surprise, their faces twisted in revulsion. They hadn't expected such vulgar talk from a drunkard.As expected, drunk people blabber nothing but nonsense."Rogers! Hold your tongue! You're a walking catastrophe, still finding time to sing. You'll enjoy your songs in the company of your cellmates," the guard captain snarled, his eyes smouldering with fury.If they were not in a public pub, he would have smacked Rogers to death immediately without wasting his words on a useless drunkard.The two Officials the Captain ordered moved to apprehend Rogers, a figure rose from his seat, blocking their pat
Rogers gazed at the bodyguards with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, straining to comprehend their words. How could they accuse him of hiding from the patrol team officials? He had been a victim, robbed and left unconscious in this desolate place. The cold night had taken its toll on him, and he desperately sought some form of compensation. "What do you mean I've been hiding here? I was attacked and rendered unconscious. I've endured a night of suffering in the freezing cold. Bring me some bottles of drink as compensation for this ordeal," Rogers pleaded, his face displaying a deep sense of injustice. The patrol guards stood dumbfounded, taken aback by his audacity. They had never expected someone who had managed to incite the entire town against them to boldly demand a bottle of wine. One of the officials sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Rogers, you won't be receiving just a bottle of drink. What awaits you is much more than that. You are under arrest for rebellion,
As the words of the Buffy Official reached Jayson's ears, his anger transformed into a sudden deflation. He turned on his heel, grasped Angel's hand tightly, and without uttering a word, began walking away.Angel, taken aback by the abrupt change in her master's demeanour, followed along in stunned silence. The Buffy Official, still in the midst of explaining his suspicions to the gathered officials at the gate, caught sight of Jayson attempting to escape with Angel."Stop right there!!" he thundered, charging forward and casting a spell to enhance his movement. He covered several kilometres in his pursuit, but to his astonishment, Jayson and Angel had vanished from the bustling streets. They seemed to have simply disappeared into thin air.The other officials at the gate hurriedly gathered around, standing beside the Buffy Official. With authority in his voice, he issued an order, "Search the houses on this street. If anyone is hiding, that criminal must be arrested and jailed immedi
Hovering above the demolished execution platform, an elderly man defied gravity, his tenebrous robe defying the breeze that failed to ruffle its fabric. Startled, his eyes widened upon fixing their gaze upon Jayson, who is in the form of Monkey Lord.Sensing the Monkey Lord's ancient wisdom and yet youthful essence, the old man's scrutiny intensified. His narrowed eyes locked onto the Monkey Lord, brimming with curiosity and caution."Old Bastard, who do you think you are?" Monkey Lord's voice dripped with disdain, exuding an overwhelming confidence that resonated through the heavens and earth. "Do you believe I can't kill you? What authority do you possess to dictate my actions, to restrain me? Are you tired of living, a mere immortal cultivator?"The crowd, electrified by the spectacle, felt a surge of adrenaline course through their veins. The people of Ba erupted in a unified cry."Freedom!"Their jubilation stemmed from the hope that someone would lead them against the oppressive
After searching the soul of the official, Saint Kun's impassive face brightened as he murmured, "A person with a reincarnation physique, how intriguing." He gave his body a slight shake, unleashing an overwhelming aura that sent the official hurtling towards the wall. As the official's body collided with the wall's surface, he staggered to his feet, a vacant smile plastered on his face. His hands flailed about in a deranged manner, with drool trickling down from the corners of his mouth. Disgust flashed across Saint Kun's eyes as he regarded the demented official. He raised his finger and directed it towards the official's forehead. A shimmering sword qi materialized at the tip before he slowly lowered his finger. A crimson mark etched its way across the official's head, tracing a path down to his groin. The official split apart, his body cleaved in two. The two remaining officials, who had been kneeling in terror, watched in horror as their eyes widened in sheer dread. "Kill them