Defying Heaven and Changing Fate

Kunwu bumped into this strange, uninvited guest, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of panic.

He wasn't short, about the same height as the plain-clothed shop assistant. Perhaps feeling guilty for being caught in the act, he always felt inferior.

Even though Kunwu the Taoist had lived for hundreds of years, his mental fortitude had not improved much, which was something that Judas had always found troublesome.

If people don't grow old and die, they won't improve.

This alliance leader wove a safety net and set clear rules, ensuring that as long as the alliance members followed these rules, they could live peacefully.

Similarly, under this set of rules, Judas was like a parent who spoils their child, and the companions he raised could only be of the same character.

Being afraid of death and prioritizing personal gain over principles is the norm. When it comes to willpower, courage, and strong spiritual energy, these are transformative experiences that require giving up immortality and risking one's life—the members of the alliance are not worthy of these qualities and can only seek suitable Wings of Light as their agents.

Kunwu asked, "Continue? What... what?"

Jiang Xueming took the initiative to enter the room, put down the tea tray, pushed the pastries in front of Xiangxiang, and started a conversation with Kunwu.

"Regarding the previous topic, how are you going to transfer your power? How can you let my brother Jianying absorb some of the immortal energy? Sect Leader, please explain in detail."

"Are you out of your mind?" Kunwu, momentarily speechless, laughed awkwardly, "Who do you think you are? How did you get into my guest room?"

Jiang Xueming didn't answer, sitting at the table with her knees drawn up to her chest.

--Xiangxiang could see clearly that in the middle of the fruit on the plate, there was a small gourd, which was clearly the gourd that contained the Immortal Honey!

Only then did she take a closer look at the waiter's face and recognize Zhang Guiren!

"Savior! Savior, save me... the leader!"

Jiang Xueming immediately raised his hand, telling Xiangxiang to shut up.

Xiangxiang was very sensible; she immediately stopped talking, grabbed the gourd, and ran to the bedside to feed her husband his medicine.

Kunwu, left standing to the side by the beautiful woman, immediately became unhappy.

He pondered the title "benefactor" and pondered the cause and effect, becoming increasingly agitated.

--Did they hire some expert to mess with me? Are they trying to set me up?

What a joke! Someone actually dares to extort me, the Kunwu Sect Leader, in Taiye?

Thinking this, Kunwu was not in a hurry. He saw that Zhao Jianying on the bed had taken the medicine in a daze. His face seemed to have a little color in it, but he still did not wake up. His face was red and white, and there was a deathly aura. The Soul Power was still effective. Yaksha Mei was still making a ruckus in the man's stomach.

The elderly mother of the Han family suffers from multiple age-related illnesses. According to Young Master Han, she has been unable to walk for the past few days, and even eating and defecating have become problems. She is not far from death.

Kunwu wondered, what magic pill could possibly save Zhao Jianying?

He's probably about to die from organ failure. Judging from his swollen eyes and high blood pressure, he might die from a brain hemorrhage caused by a spike in blood pressure in an hour or two.

"It's no use! My lord." Xiangxiang knew Zhang Congfeng had arrived, but she hadn't expected that even Immortal Honey couldn't save her husband's life. She quickly knelt down and begged for help.

Jiang Xueming didn't say anything, but seeing Jianying's pitiful, Death God, he frowned and had doubts.

He was unaware of the true identity of the Kunwu Sect Leader, nor did he realize that this was one of the Immortals. When he first arrived in Taiye Prefecture and saw the chaos in the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple, he thought it was just one or two Wings of Light workers bullying others.

However, the curse that Jianying encountered seemed to be more complicated than it appeared. Xue Ming could not sense any spiritual energy tides, nor could he even track any signs of soul power. This could only mean that the Kunwu Sect Leader's spiritual body was exceptionally sophisticated. If even White Lady's products were ineffective, then using the Universal Elixir would likely have little effect, only keeping Jianying alive.

Jiang Xueming decided to get straight to the point. "How much longer does he have to live?"

Kunwu spoke coldly, unable to discern the nobleman's background or intending to resort to violence, and casually retorted, "What business is it of yours, you bastard?"

"You don't want to continue? Do you want me to treat you to tea?" Jiang Xueming took a saucer, and with a flick of his wrist, the saucer shattered into two pieces, turning into sharp blades in his hand.

"Trying to scare me?!" Kunwu's words were fierce, but a sudden chill ran through him. He felt a biting coldness wash over him, as if a dozen invisible, icy hands were gripping his joints. "He..."

"He has at most an hour to live."

Jiang Xueming: "You're the one who ruined him?"

Kunwu nodded obsequiously, "This guy stole incense money from the temple; he brought this upon himself."

Jiang Xueming acted like a broken record. "You're the one who ruined him? Don't give me that nonsense."

Kunwu still wanted to argue—

By this time, Jiang Xueming had lost his patience.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his sleeve and lit it for himself.

When Kunwu the Taoist saw the cigarettes, his expression changed drastically. He recognized the matches, the cigarettes, and even the cigarette factory's logo; he was all too familiar with them.

That was an "imported product" that Judas had repeatedly warned against touching. Judas knew who Wang Damin was, where he came from, where he was going, and how many years he had traveled through.

For Wang Damin, imported goods were simply things from his hometown.

Once such a person starts to miss home, he will contemplate suicide or risk trying to explore things outside of Chabang.

If Wang Damin were to live a good life in Taiye, he could continue to shine as a member of the alliance. However, if he were to go to the Nine Realms and return to the mortal world, he would surely become nothing but ashes under the sun—his advantages would vanish in modern society, and he would only be able to live in the barbaric and primitive Great Xia.

At the same time, Kunwu immediately realized—this guy! He's from the Nine Realms!

Are they enemies? Just passengers? Or spies sent by the Abyssal Railway?

His mind was racing with a myriad of thoughts, and his thinking became chaotic. Shambhala was like a huge iron prison; he couldn't get out, nor could he die. He could only be repeatedly tormented in this iron pot of hot oil, continuing to serve Judas and preach.

Kunwu harbored evil intentions and wanted to defy Judas's decree. "Can you give me a can?"

Jiang Xueming casually handed over the cigarette pack, without even glancing at this "lecherous man."

In Xue Ming's mind, the members of the Immortals Alliance were all very busy, either developing their businesses or hiding everywhere.

To coerce a prostitute and use one's spiritual power to harm a simpleton? This seemed utterly unbelievable to Xue Ming.

But Kunwu did just that. He came from 2013, and when he returned to Shambhala, according to the time of the FE33031 universe, it should have been 1653 AD, which was more than 300 years ago.

He is a modern man who has not been influenced by feudal ethics and has no idea what propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame are. He never puts on airs and is pragmatic in everything he does.

If you like a beautiful woman, go after her; if you can't get her, just steal her.

This is Wang Damin's survival instinct, the golden rule he followed after transforming into the Kunwu the Taoist.

In this lawless land, nothing is born with someone's name on it and can be seized at will—this ambition was the premise of Kunwu and Judas's cooperation.

"Thank you, thank you." Kunwu took the cigarette case, first smelling the cigarettes, then gently licking the sponge filter. It had been a long, long time since he had even remembered that this was a cigarette made by modern industry.

He also tried opium, rolled his own tobacco, and even used tincture of opium.

But none of them had that scent of plastic wrap and artificial flavoring like cigarettes; they didn't feel like home.

For nearly a century, Judas used these imported goods to tightly control Kunwu's lifeline. Every time Kunwu made a contribution, Judas could build him a Western-style villa, bring him furniture and toys, and even send him some sexy lingerie.

But Wang Damin cannot accept anything related to civilized society that Judas refuses to give.

At that moment, he took the lighter from the table, lit a cigarette, and without realizing it, he started crying.

Jiang Xueming only then realized his surprise.

Why is this "ancient person" smoking? And why is he doing it so skillfully?

Although I had seen that clerk who accepted cigarettes as a bribe when I was issuing travel permits, and he also liked tobacco, it took him a long time to find the opening when tearing open the plastic seal. He was an official in Xiantai Prefecture and should have been in frequent contact with these imported goods.

But when the Kunwu Sect Leader smoked, he was just like a seasoned old hand who had been thoroughly beaten down by modern society. He blew his nose once, took two puffs, flicked the ash, straightened his sleeves, held the cigarette holder, raised his head and chest, and finally crossed his legs. Xue Ming was stunned by his actions.

"Brother, with such good stuff, you should come to Taiye often in the future." Kunwu the Taoist didn't even ask his name before calling him brother. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and told Xue Ming about it, "Go to the farm, go to the brothel, eat and drink well, and then bring the girls to stay at my inn, Lingfeng Grand Restaurant—it's my investment, and all the expenses will be on my, Kunwu's, tab."

"Hey! Hey hey hey!" Xue Ming sensed something was wrong. "Hey! I'm asking you!"

He pulled his hand away and took the cigarette butt from Kunwu's mouth.

"Did you kill Zhao Jianying?!"

"Then," Kunwu decided to tell the truth, "It's definitely me, hehe."

Jiang Xueming was stunned for a moment, not expecting Kunwu to confess so directly and admit his guilt so easily.

He originally thought that this slick-haired, youthful-looking brat would try to argue a bit, making the subsequent violent proceedings easier. He didn't directly attack Kunwu when discussing conditions, also because he was afraid Jianying wouldn't be able to withstand the torment of the soul's power.

But now the problem is much bigger--

Kunwu did not try to deny it, which shows that one or two lives are nothing at all.

Even if they acknowledged this, the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple remained impregnable. The people of Taiye needed and supported their leader, and they wouldn't listen to the sutras chanted by outsiders.

"You have potential," Kunwu asked with a grin. "Do you want me to spare him, brother?"

Jiang Xueming was immediately embarrassed and forced a laugh, saying, "Oh, so that's how it is."

"I don't like talking nonsense with these barbarians, it's like training a dog." Kunwu picked a pear from the fruit plate and casually stubbed out his cigarette on it. "You can talk to a dog a few more times and it will understand—people are different, if they don't understand, they just don't understand."

Immediately afterwards, Kunwu beckoned, leading them to Xiangxiang's side.

"This widow just doesn't understand me. It's such a simple thing, she just sleeps with me, is it so hard to please me? After I'm done, my mind is clear and my thoughts are open, compassion fills my mind, and the lotus flower in my heart blooms. Didn't I save her husband?"

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Xueming clapped her hands and cheered, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right!"

Xiangxiang couldn't understand Zhang Guiren's angry words for a moment, and was at a loss for words, not daring to curse.

Kunwu continued, "You're from the civilized world, aren't you? You see, we're very direct when we talk."

Jiang Xueming: "Right, hehehe. The civilized world."

Kunwu: "Hmm! A civilized person!"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, they are civilized people."

Kunwu: "Brother, don't say I'm disrespecting you, but I heard from this young widow that you seem to know them. You're friends, right?"

Jiang Xueming: "We can't be considered friends."

Kunwu: "That makes things much easier, doesn't it? You should try to persuade her."

Jiang Xueming: "How should we persuade them?"

Kunwu gestured vividly, fanning his face with both palms.

"I'm a civilized person. It's her honor to sleep with me."

"Look at how the Ansar barbarians first conquered Europe; their first priority was to sleep with the civilized people of the civilized world and produce some cultured offspring—that's how it always is."

"So she should thank me."

Jiang Xueming laughed and said, "You want to harm her husband, and she should thank you?"

Kunwu immediately said, "Of course! Do ordinary people think they can pick up money from my temple and leave? Do they even have the right to do that? They'd all have to kneel down and beg—I'll pick and choose from among these barbarians who are worse than dogs, and find the strongest and best one before I give him this stroke of good fortune."

Jiang Xueming's smile grew wider and wider, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"So..." Kunwu hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt his palms getting cold.

Jiang Xueming's expression suddenly changed. He spoke coldly to Xiangxiang and hissed, "Say thank you."

Startled by the chilling killing intent, Kunwu involuntarily uttered, "Thanks, Yan."

Jiang Xueming: "I didn't call on you. Xiangxiang, did you hear me? The sect leader wants you to say -- thank you."

Xiangxiang's face burned with shame and grievance. She felt as if she were standing on the small platform of Yingchun House again. If she went to the tea party arranged by Wu Cheng Zhang, she could only wear a bellyband to flaunt her charms and listen to the gentlemen below the stage shout out a few times and quote a good price.

"Thanks."

"I've finished speaking. I'll arrange for her to serve you." Jiang Xueming immediately asked, "Master, should this illness still be treated?"

Kunwu did not doubt Jiang Xueming's meaning. He still did not have the habit of asking for names. In Taiye City, people usually only left a name after they had done something for him.

"Then I'll go with the young lady first... hey."

Jiang Xueming: "Do you really want her to be a widow?"

According to Kunwu, Jianying would have to report to the King of Hell in another hour.

"Tch!" Kunwu, impatient, flicked his sleeve and shouted, "[Defying Heaven and Changing Fate the Destiny]!"

A chilling wind blew through the room, and a ghostly blue shadow emerged from Zhao Jianying's throat.

Even with Xue Ming's excellent eyesight, he couldn't make out what the ghostly figure was. He was shocked—it was so fast!

The surge of spiritual energy lasted only a fleeting moment. As the shadow moved at high speed, it created a sonic boom. Upon returning to Kunwu the Taoist's body, he could still see the shadow of a dark green tree, like a swallow returning to its nest. This tree, riddled with holes, was teeming with ghosts and monsters!

Looking at Zhao Jianying's complexion again, it finally began to become rosy, and her breathing became smooth.

Xiangxiang was moved to tears and prepared to kneel down to Jiang Xueming to express her gratitude, bowing several times to the cult leader as well, to thank him for sparing her life.

Kunwu, looking smug, said to Jiang Xueming, "How about that, brother? Aren't I awesome?"

Before Xiangxiang's knees could buckle, there was a loud "boom"!

The neighbors on the street looked up and saw a disheveled, shabby-faced cult leader fall out of the window of the grand restaurant.

The demonic monk removed his cloth robe, revealing a dragon-patterned cassock. He grabbed Kunwu's head, flipped him out the window, and raised his fist, as big as Fragrant Dream casserole dish, to strike the demonic Daoist in the face!

The cult leader fell to the ground, creating a human-shaped dent, but his voice was still full of energy.

"What's wrong with you?! You!"

"Stop hitting me! Ouch! Ouch!"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"