A Salted Fish Turns Over

Meanwhile, at Immortal Green Ox Temple.

Amid an atmosphere of tension and dread, Immortal Green Ox Temple had finally become quiet for once.

With countless rewards being handed out, Immortal Green Ox Temple was now open day and night. Even at night, it was packed shoulder to shoulder, bustling beyond measure.

As they said, having someone in court made everything easier.

To make this happen, Wei Wu had directly issued an edict abolishing the Curfew Order that the Great Jing Empire had upheld for untold years, while also dispatching the City Guard to patrol at night.

The area around Immortal Green Ox Temple, in particular, had become a key patrol zone.

Wherever firelight shone, demons and monsters retreated.

Combined with the Thought Power gathered at Immortal Green Ox Temple, supremely yang and sacred, Lin'an City had become much safer.

Yet the Heaven Punishing Bureau loomed over the city like black clouds pressing down upon its walls.

The battle during the day had shaken heaven and earth. Ordinary people could not tell who had won or lost, and the air remained steeped in unease and fear, making it inevitable that the Immortal Temple had grown quiet again.

Before the great terror of the Heaven Punishing Bureau, a name enough to stop children from crying at night, no one had much faith in victory.

Yet at this very moment, someone knelt with incomparable devotion before the towering statue of Immortal Green Ox.

Again and again, he prayed, muttering, "Great Immortal, please manifest your divine power and grant me miraculous medicine to restore my dantian. From this day forth, I, Du Ziteng, will be your man in life and your ghost in death. You are electricity, you are light, you are the one and only myth, the one and only faith..."

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