Law Six

What incredible luck!

Zhu Jiusi sighed with emotion.

Possessing memories of his past life, it took him only two days of practicing the Spirit Refining Primer to condense his first wisp of spiritual power.

He had officially entered the Dao!

Upon condensing that first wisp of spiritual power and opening his eyes, he saw several messages waiting for him.

There were messages from Orchid Pavilion Scholar and Sword Seven Doesn't Learn Sword, informing him that they had already secured the second and third modification slots.

There was an apology from Rain Seeker, saying he had obtained the Life Stone, but since he was only on his second modification, the third would still take several hours.

More importantly, there was a warning from Daoist Number 323—The Daoist is back, come here, you pig-head!

What a coincidence!

Having just obtained a Dao Discussion Card from Sword Seven Doesn't Learn Sword, Zhu Jiusi answered the summons.

Man and pig met, their emotions at two extremes. Yet, with a mutual understanding, both knew exactly what the other intended to do.

Daoist Number 323 turned and ran, hoping to dash into the Land God Temple to see if he could return to the secret realm.

Zhu Jiusi, however, remained unhurried. He pulled a crude telescope from his pack, wedged it into a tree fork, and peered toward the Land God Temple.

Through the windows of the Land God Temple, he could vaguely make out the situation inside.

A carriage, motionless, was currently undergoing an upgrade.

A man, like an ant on a hot pan, was pacing frantically, trying to find another way out.

No ambush, no traps.

Daoist Number 323 had no idea that entering the Land God Temple would result in being teleported back, so he hadn't had time to prepare any countermeasures.

Then you are dead!

Zhu Jiusi retracted the telescope and bolted straight toward the Land God Temple.

Inside the Land God Temple, Daoist Number 323's face was pale, his body trembling slightly. He gripped a sickle in his hand, staring fixedly at the temple door.

Just as one could not see the Land God Temple from the outside, one could not see the outside from within.

He knew he couldn't beat that pig.

If he were still in the secret realm, he might have had a two-tenths chance of winning, but once out of the secret realm, there was absolutely no possibility.

In the secret realm, he had helpers and a precious blade that could cut through iron like mud. Unfortunately, the Marquis Mansion's precious blade could not be stored in his pack while inside the secret realm.

When he entered the Land God Temple, he had found the blade too heavy and left it with his steward, so he hadn't brought it into the temple at all.

Just as he was filled with regret, he saw something earth-gray crawl through the temple door. Without a second thought, he swung his sickle down.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out, sparks flying. Only then did he see that what had entered was a pig's rear end.

The pig's rear was caked in dried mud; striking it with the sickle felt like hitting steel, the impact sending a sharp pain through his wrist.

Daoist Number 323 was terrified and immediately pulled back, but it was too late.

He saw the pig's rear suddenly turn, and a mouth snapped toward him.

With a crunch, his wrist snapped.

A wave of agony washed over him, but before he could even scream, the pig's head jerked, tearing his right hand clean off.

"Ah!" A scream echoed through the Land God Temple.

The statue of the Land God, still mechanically explaining the rules of modification, lowered its head slightly to look down.

But it didn't stop its explanation; it merely shifted the direction of its gaze.

Zhu Jiusi bit through Daoist Number 323's wrist and immediately thrust his head upward. With a sound like tearing silk, his tusks pierced the man's abdomen, arching upward to rip open his chest and stomach.

Daoist Number 323's face turned completely deathly pale.

"Spare me! Spare my life!"

"It wasn't me who wanted to kill you, I didn't even participate! I was in the secret realm, I am a young master of the Marquis Mansion; if I had really wanted to participate, you wouldn't have survived!"

"It was an old man, accompanied by Black and White Impermanence, who forced me to leak your address. They were the ones who provided the location!"

Daoist Number 323 was filled with immense regret.

He shouldn't have been so wishful!

He should have told Bright Moon Illuminating People and the others to wait, to wait until he brought men to kill him together; he shouldn't have given this pig even the slightest chance to survive!

He screamed frantically, but Zhu Jiusi seemed not to hear him at all. Without a moment's hesitation, he thrust his tusks upward, piercing through the man's chest in an instant.

With a flick of his pig head, he hooked Daoist Number 323 by the neck and slammed him onto the ground.

Thud!

With a dull thud, Daoist Number 323 was not yet dead. Like a cockroach that refused to die, he struggled desperately to the side, trying to crawl back to his vehicle.

But he was pinned down by a hoof stepping onto his back.

"No, don't kill..." he gasped in short, sharp breaths. "If you kill me, the treasures in my pack, you won't get. Don't kill... everything is yours..."

Over the past few days, many of the rules for Journey Survival had been figured out.

Killing a Path Seeker only caused one-third of their items to drop. It was highly cost-ineffective.

The pressure of the foot on his back suddenly lightened; the Wild Boar had indeed stopped.

He was alive...

Daoist Number 323 let out a secret sigh of relief, but the next moment, he saw something fall from the Wild Boar.

It was a piece of paper.

"Take it!" the Wild Boar's voice was muffled.

A prop? A slave contract?

Daoist Number 323 instinctively grabbed the paper with his only remaining hand. Being a slave was better than dying!

As long as he was alive, anything was possible.

He glanced at the object, which was hard to distinguish between parchment or paper, and saw a few words on it: Cursed Map.

The next moment, he heard a dull thud behind him. The boar had snapped his ribs; a sharp pain flared in his chest as a rib pierced his heart.

His breath caught in his chest, and everything went completely still.

At the same time, the information on the Cursed Map revealed itself.

[Cursed Map · Calamity: If the holder of the map dies, all supplies will drop.]

Ugh...

Daoist Number 323 widened his eyes, looking at Zhu Jiusi in disbelief, then back at the map in his hand.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter another word.

If he had any final thoughts, there was only one—he had chosen the wrong target. When he first tried to use morality to corner someone, he had picked the wrong person!

It was a pity there was no chance to start over...

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing. The Scroll displayed his life information before dissipating.

Dead!

Zhu Jiusi stepped on the Cursed Map and immediately collected it.

At the same time, he looked at the pile of supplies scattered on the ground.

Collect!

Collect!

He gathered everything in one go and turned to run. He didn't even have time to dismantle Daoist Number 323's vehicle.

Run!

Hurry and run!

The statue in the Land God Temple came to life the very instant Daoist Number 323 died!

It looked like a fierce and malevolent deity.

It grabbed the Reforging Hammer and swung it toward Zhu Jiusi's head.

Zhu Jiusi turned his head and bolted.

While running, he opened the Scroll and frantically posted a message.

"Land God Temple and Mountain God Temple—you cannot kill people inside!"

He repeated it several times in a row.

Rain Seeker: "? Big Boss?"

Monkey Has Iron Rod: "Big Boss killed someone again?"

They were busy leveling up; was the Big Boss busy killing people at a time like this? And killing someone inside a temple, no less?

Seeming to realize something, he immediately searched for the name, and sure enough, Daoist Number 323's avatar had gone dark.

The Master of Cloud Stack Cave never held a grudge; he took revenge immediately, never letting it wait until the next day!

Rain Seeker: "Did the Cave Master go into Daoist Number 323's temple to kill him? Isn't he afraid of disappearing along with the temple?"

The temple on every person's path was unique to them. The Cave Master had run onto a numbered path and entered his Land God Temple to kill him.

If the number died, the path would dissipate. Wouldn't that Land God Temple disappear too?

By killing someone inside the temple, wasn't the Cave Master afraid he would vanish along with it?

Everyone was struck with horror.

Orchid Pavilion Scholar: "Understood! In the future, when killing, wait until the enemy is out of the temple."

Sword Seven Doesn't Learn Sword: "Good!"

Monkey Has Iron Rod: "..."

Was this how the brains of the Big Bosses worked? And Rain Seeker, the Cave Master only gave a hint, and she already figured out the crux of the matter?

Just as he was thinking this, an announcement was released.

[Myriad World Announcement: In District 66 of the Immortal Seeking Domain, the Path Seeker "Master of Cloud Stack Cave" has deduced the Sixth Law. May all Path Seekers continue to strive!]

[Law Six: The Divine Path is peaceful; all killing is prohibited within any temple.]