Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 439 - 160: Daoist Priest Fan Live Guides You to Provoke The Evil God Named The Great Revered One (10,000-word mega - , please subscribe)_6
A Magistrate, indeed, could likely remove the duties of the heads of those two Government Officials with just a single sentence.
Zheng Sanshi had an epiphany!
It was at this moment that he woke up to the realization that Daoist Priest Fan was even more formidable than he had imagined. Suddenly, a voice captivated his attention—indeed, it captivated everyone’s attention. All could hear the voice cry out in shock, "It’s... it’s Daoist Fan Wu! It’s... that Daoist Fan Wu!!"
The curious onlookers turned towards the source of the exclamation, only to see that the person who had shouted was a scion of the Zheng Family.
The scion of the Zheng Family had a face brimming with excitement, his gaze fixed towards the direction of the Zheng Family mansion’s main gate.
The crowd immediately followed his gaze.
And there they saw.
"Hiss! It really is Daoist Fan Wu!"
The towering and robust figure of Fan Wu was unmistakable—it was very easy to recognize him. Even the tallest person in the entire Zheng Family would probably only reach up to his chest.
"Daoist Fan Wu has returned!" Zheng Sanshi let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling as though the heavy stone weighing down on his chest had finally dissipated at this moment.
It seemed that as long as Daoist Priest Fan had arrived,
There would be justice in the sky!
The Family Head of the Zheng Family also breathed a sigh of relief. His heart, which had been hanging by a thread, could now finally settle down with the appearance of Fan Wu.
Because he knew that if Daoist Fan Wu had returned, tonight’s matter would probably be resolved.
It seemed that their Zheng Family was able to hold on after all.
Fan Wu strode back from the main gate of the Zheng Family mansion, his calm eyes sweeping over everyone present. One could see that all present, including all the descendants of the Rat Immortal and the Rat Bride herself, appeared immobilized.
Fan Wu disregarded the trembling descendants of the Rat Immortal and walked straight towards the Rat Bride, shaking even more violently. Then he opened his mouth and said, "The one you spoke of, the one The Great Revered One had sent to recruit you—will he appear again in your Rat Immortal Cave in two or three days’ time?"
"Mmm-hmm!" The Rat Bride, terrified as if pecking like a chicken, nodded her head vigorously, confessing everything she knew, "That... that is a man without hair, even though he is a subordinate of that entity. But he certainly is, indeed, a living person."
"Without hair? A Monk?" asked Fan Wu.
"I... I do not know..." The Rat Bride swallowed nervously, mustering the courage to ask cautiously, "Taoist Priest... Immortal Master! Immortal Master, if I give you guidance to that person, you ought to spare my life, you wouldn’t take my life, right?"
Fan Wu glanced at her.
That look sent a chill down the Rat Bride’s spine; she backed away several steps, her face consumed by an even greater fear!
For just a glance from Fan Wu revealed an unmistakable intent to kill.
Which meant...
This monstrous Taoist before her had never entertained the thought of sparing her life from the very beginning.
Meaning that regardless of whether she led the way or not, the outcome would be the same.
Just as the Rat Bride was sinking into despair, Fan Wu’s voice resonated, "You might be luckier than those two old rats. They have been obliterated, body and soul, never to be reborn."
"You..." Fan Wu clicked his tongue and continued, "If you can endure the various tortures within the Netherworld and wash away the sins of your life, you might not be without a chance to be reborn through reincarnation."
Fan Wu’s words made it clear—he would kill her, but he would not destroy her soul.
After all...
For a creature like the Rat Bride, whose sins were as clear as day and whose hands were stained with blood, how could Fan Wu even consider sparing her?
Fan Wu did not think of himself as a good person. But that did not mean he, Fan Wu, would stoop to the same level as the likes of the Rat Immortal.
Especially considering the sight on the ground—nine lifeless bodies of boys and nine lifeless bodies of girls.
Fan Wu would not let go of the Rat Bride even if he had to clutch myofascial integrity as his core values.
He would not let the Rat Bride go.
"Okay... alright... okay..." With tears she could not shed, the Rat Bride shakily whispered a few words, perhaps already foreseeing her own doomed future. Her expression was muddled and on her face was written utter despair and regret.
But her regret was not for the evil deeds she had committed, it wasn’t for the many children she had consumed, and it wasn’t for the countless families she had driven to ruin and death.
Her regret was for why, of all people, she had to choose Zheng Sanshi of the Zheng Family to be her husband this time?
If she had not chosen the Zheng Family, wouldn’t all this trouble have been avoided?
That was her regret!
Fan Wu shifted his gaze away from her and then looked towards the clan of rat offspring the Rat Immortal had... Fan Wu could spare the Rat Bride for the time being since he would need her shortly.
But for these rat offspring, Fan Wu had no reason to spare them.
Soon.
In full view of everyone, Fan Wu, wielding the Demon-slaying Sword, physically sent those dozens of rat offspring to their afterlife.
He didn’t slash a few with one stroke, but a dozen at once.
With just a few effortless swings, the entire clan of rat offspring... turned to ashes!
And it was the kind that wiped out both form and spirit.
Fan Wu’s behavior, reminiscent of a demon lord descending upon this world, made the members of the Zheng Family swallow their saliva in fear, terrified of angering Daoist Fan Wu and then, with a flip of his hand, getting a few strokes of the sword themselves.
There would be nowhere to even cry out for injustice!
"How long does it take to get to the Rat Immortal Cave from here?" The question Fan Wu asked was directed at the Rat Bride.
The Rat Bride trembled as she answered, "About... about one day and one night’s journey to arrive."
"Generally, in which direction?"
"North... north, I believe?"
A day and a night’s journey in the general direction of the north, wouldn’t that mean it was closer to the Great Zhou Imperial City? It turned out that these two places were conveniently on the way.
Lucky me!
At this point, Fan Wu said to Xing Fengzi, "Daoist friend Xing Fengzi, you should have some magic artifact to bind her, right?"
Xing Fengzi nodded hastily, "I should have one!"
He immediately took out a special hemp rope from his pile of belongings, and then Xing Fengzi said to Fan Wu, "This Demon-Binding Rope was given to me by my master before I left the mountain to forge my path."
Fan Wu smiled and said, "Tie her up. We leave for the Rat Immortal Cave early tomorrow morning. Are you brave enough to go?"
Xing Fengzi’s face was solemn, "Although my current skill level is shallow, I am not afraid to die! Even if there are mountains of blades or seas of fire ahead, I dare to forge ahead!"
"Good!" Fan Wu laughed, "Since that’s the case, I’ll take you to the Rat Immortal Cave to stir up a big troublemaker."
Xing Fengzi inquired, "Is it The Great Revered One you were talking about earlier, Daoist Priest Fan? Is it a strange creature? Or an evil cultist? Or perhaps, an evil monk? A powerful malevolent ghost?"
"It is a god, but not a righteous one. However, it should be somewhat more formidable than the lower-tier righteous gods," Fan Wu candidly replied. "The likes of the God of the Earth, Mountain God, Well God, and other lower-tier righteous gods—this Evil God should be able to slaughter them with ease."
"If not... then the purity of The Great Revered One’s essence is too low!"
Xing Fengzi: "!!!"
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