C5 Northwest bandit

In a teahouse near the Temple of Tarr in the middle of the Qinghai Huangzhong, a brawny man with a face full of malice was standing there with his upper body bare, drinking wine and eating meat in big mouthfuls.

Seeing the fierce appearance of the man, the customers avoided him one by one. In the teahouse, aside from the muscular man, there was only the boss who was hiding behind the counter.

The brawny man had several scars on his face, all of different depths.

After eating and drinking for a while, the brawny man stood up and walked outside shakily. The boss was so scared that he trembled and didn't even dare to accept the silver.

He had recognized the burly man's identity, how could he still dare to ask for money from him?

After confirming that the brawny man had left, the boss sighed and came over to clean up the table, only to see a copper coin standing on the table. The copper coin was embedded into the table, and the boss reached out to grab the copper coin, but did not pull it out.

The boss sighed again and complained incessantly. However, he could only continue to suffer in silence – who told that hulk's notoriety to stay out?

The brawny man left the tea house and swaggered along the main road. Behind him were five or six people dressed like officials, so he didn't pay any attention to them.

As they walked down the road, more and more people started following them. It was winter, and the brawny, bare-chested man didn't fear the cold at all. He turned his head to look at the officials wearing leather jackets behind him and gave a snort of contempt.

Walking into a withered forest, the robust man opened his belt and peed on the tree, muttering to himself, "The leaves are all gone, looks like I'm going to die soon. Let me help you."

They held shining official knife s in their hands, and carefully followed the sturdy man as if they were facing a great enemy. When they passed the tree that the sturdy man peed on, they were surprised to find that the tree was already dead, its bark cracked, its roots exposed …

The leader of the officials swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself, they already said that Ma Chengyuan knew Spirit Demon techniques, and now it seems to be true. A piss of water is comparable to seeing a blood seal throat poison.

Looking at the cowardly underlings behind him, the official frowned as an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.

The man in front suddenly stopped and turned around to face the officer. He said in a stern voice, "Why are you following me?"

The leader of the officials cleared his throat, "Are you Ma Chengyuan?"

Yes, I am Ma Chengyuan, what can I do for you? The brawny man glared at him.

"Alright, that's him. Brothers, let's go. We'll get a thousand taels of silver for capturing him …" A tall and sturdy man who was standing beside the leader grabbed his sword and rushed towards Ma Chengyuan. When he heard the words "Reward 1000 taels of silver", another dozen of officials rushed forward …

However, they did not hear the words "wait for Azheng Life-Buddha" that was shouted by the official leader behind them.

The Azheng Life-Buddha was a monk from the Temple of Tarr with a deep cultivation. During the encirclement against Ma Chengyuan, the officials had specially invited the Azheng Life-Buddha to help them, but the group of officials in front of them ignored their superiors' orders for the sake of the ethereal bounty — "We have to wait until the Azheng Life-Buddha arrives before we can take action".

Facing the crowd of officers and officials surrounding him, Ma Chengyuan smiled without a care. He clenched his fists, the wind in the forest howled, and the withered trees gave off a feeling as if they were on the verge of collapse.

The official, who had seen much of the world, knew that something was wrong. He drew his saber and shouted, "All of you retreat! Let Master Ma go! If there is any violation, kill him!"

His voice was loud, revealing his extraordinary inner strength. However, the soldiers at the front had already lost their heads because of the thousand silver bounty, they disregarded everything and rushed towards Ma Chengyuan.

Ma Chengyuan threw a punch into the air, the powerful force striking towards the officer who was rushing the fastest, in that moment, the officer with the fastest speed let out a groan, and fell head first onto the ground. His body became distorted from the punch, and anyone who saw it would be able to tell that he was not going to live, his bones were all broken.

Only then did the soldiers realize the strength of their opponents. One by one, they stopped to watch, and then some began to flee. As soon as they saw someone running away, the rest of them were defeated and returned to the side of the leader.

"Old Man Ma, it's a misunderstanding. We do not have any ill intentions. We only want to ascertain your identity." The soldier cupped his fist and bowed.

Ma Chengyuan didn't buy it and said with a ridiculing face, "Are you sure of my identity, and then take my head to receive the reward money?"

"No, no, no, it's not like that. You …"

Before the leader of the soldiers could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Ma Chengyuan's gaze move away from him, towards his left and right.

He quickly looked around and saw two figures flying over from the left and right ten meters away. These two people were wearing red Buddhist robes …

The Azheng Life-Buddha is here? Just as he was thinking, two people wearing monastic robes had already approached, without waiting for him to ask them who they were, these two thin and frail monks that were like evil spirits had already slaughtered their way into the army, causing the soldiers to scream miserably, unable to retaliate at all.

Not the Azheng Life-Buddha.

Ma Chengyuan's smile became even wider. He turned his back to the soldiers and the two monks, listening to the miserable screams coming from behind him.

The screams lasted for a short while before stopping. Only then did Ma Chengyuan turn around, and within the forest, other than him, Ma Chengyuan, there was only the official leader and two thin monks. The other dozens of soldiers had already been turned into piles of broken limbs and minced meat.

This was no longer a battle, but a slaughter, a crazy slaughter.

The leader of the officials felt his heart go cold. He tried his best to control his heart that was about to jump out as he nervously measured Ma Chengyuan and the monk. He did not have the courage to look at his subordinates again.

He no longer felt anything when he held the blade in his hand, he knew that even if he practiced for another twenty years, he might not even be able to stop one of the two Demonic Monk s, not to mention the murderous Ma Chengyuan.

Ma Chengyuan nodded in satisfaction and said to the two Demonic Monk: "Ci Ping, Ge Wang, how have you been?"

The tall one was Ci Ping, and the short one was Ge Wang.

Ci Ping spoke in Han Chinese: "Master Ma, it's better if we leave first, if our Junior Master really catches up to here, it would be hard for us to leave."

Ge Wang also nodded in agreement, "Right, right, powerful, he's powerful."

Ge Wang's Mandarin was not as good as Ci Ping's, so Ma Chengyuan often felt that it was difficult to communicate with him, but Ma Chengyuan was not stupid, this place was close to Huangzhong County, and he was too close to the Temple of Tarr, which could reach here at any time.

Ci Ping and Ge Wang were both Temple of Tarr monks, and were once kicked out of the sect due to their improper conduct and actions. The two of them were Azheng Life-Buddha's junior brothers, so they knew how powerful their senior master was.

After meeting up with Ci Pinghegewang, Ma Chengyuan had no intention to stay for long, he went over to the head official's side, extended his hand and took out a notice from his robes, after glancing at the notice, he threw it on the ground and left with Ci Pinghegewang.

There was a portrait of a person that resembled Ma Chengyuan on the notice, and below it was written: Ma Chengyuan, Northwest Bandit, self-proclaimed Northwest Town's Divine General, King of the Northwest. The subordinates call themselves "Sir Ma".

After Ma Chengyuan and the rest left, and after half an hour of time, the leader of the officials put away his blade, stepped onto the bounty notice, sighed, and left the forest, heading to Temple of Tarr to search for Azheng Life-Buddha.

...

On the North Tibetan Steppe, Lang Ka brandished his aldo again to chase the sheep, while he fell asleep with a lamb in his arms.

Suddenly, Lang Ka kept his aldo and looked towards the southern sky …

In the sky far to the south, dark clouds covered the sky, and there seemed to be something rolling and moving within the dark clouds. Even with Lang Ka's eyesight, he was unable to see anything clearly.

Yu Xianhe suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Lang Ka looking at the southern sky with a worried look, she turned and looked as well.

"Lang Ka, is it overcast over there?" Yu Xianhe asked, but he also knew that the south side of the black cloud was not as simple as a cloudy day, but more like an omen.

Lang Ka took a deep breath, "It's not a cloudy day, something bad is about to happen."

"What do you mean?" Yu Xianhe asked.

Lang Ka shook his head: "I can't explain it, but I feel extremely uneasy. Let's go south!"

Yu Xianhe did not say much, she got up and followed Lang Ka south, but after walking a few steps, she realized Lang Ka had started to increase his speed.

Lang Ka's stride was not large, and his pace was not high, but in the span of a few breaths, Lang Ka had already flung him several tens of meters away.

"Wait for me …" Yu Xianhe tried his best to run, but he was still unable to catch up to Lang Ka.

"Use your fastest speed and try your best to keep up with me. Something big is about to happen in the distant south and we cannot delay it."

Lang Ka's voice came from the air. His voice sounded very distant but it was very clear.

The corner of Yu Xianhe's mouth rose, "It's been eight months, and I finally can't resist revealing my true strength?"

Lang Ka did not hear Yu Xianhe's mutterings, she was using a sacred art to quickly rush towards the south where the dense dark clouds were.

Gazing at the mountain and seeing the horses, Lang Ka and the others could see that the black clouds to the south were more than a thousand miles away from the North Tibetan Steppe …

Yu Xianhe had finally experienced Lang Ka's abilities to a certain extent. Simply speaking, in the southern part of the black cloud, with Yu Xianhe's Heaven's Eyes, it took him a while to figure it out. However, Lang Ka was able to see even more — his face of anxiety, and it was not an act.

On the other hand, Yu Xianhe's Qing Gong was still flung further and further away when she was at her limit. After she re-estimated the distance between the black clouds to the south, Yu Xianhe had no choice but to use another method to travel.

The peach wood sword that was initially four to five inches long suddenly became more than three feet long. After that, Yu Xianhe leapt onto the peach wood sword and with the activation of the incantation, the peach wood sword shot towards the south at an extremely fast speed.

Yu Xianhe who was flying on his Imperial Sword Technique was once again shocked, because even though he was using the Imperial Sword Technique, he was still unable to catch up to Lang Ka.

Shrinking the earth to an inch? That's not right, it was impossible for him to have such an exaggerated Spatial Compression Technique … Yu Xianhe was startled, why is Lang Ka, who only relied on his bare feet to run, faster than him, who was riding on his sword?

What he did not know was that Lang Ka had long ago mastered "Shenfutong."

Of course, Lang Ka's Shenfutong had not reached the limits of cultivation, so he could only use it to travel, far from being able to reach the realm where any living being could be turned into with just a thought.

However, this had already exceeded a point that the vast majority of cultivators would never be able to reach in their entire lives.

He was faster than Yu Xianhe who had used Imperial Sword Technique.

There was a temple in the south where nothing could happen. Otherwise, the entire hidden realm would be thrown into chaos! Lang Ka only wanted to reach the place with dense dark clouds as soon as possible.