Fuck? You're a cultivator too? And you're doing this human-sacrifice shit?
Fortunately, Bian Chunchou was already seeing red. His adrenaline had shot through the roof, and even he was afraid of how ruthless he'd become. Soon the walls around the courtyard began to peel away. The "Land God Temple" seemed to realize he was not to be trifled with and started to... run?
"You think you can run? Not a chance!"
The village chief had fled the temple on legs gone weak. He watched the man before him raise a stone and smash the temple bit by bit. As it broke apart, the man's appearance changed without a sound.
"You—"
Bian Chunchou tossed the stone aside. "Me what?" The question came out downright vicious.
The village chief immediately shut his mouth and huddled outside the entrance like a quail. By the time the entire temple had crumbled to dust, leaving only a palm-sized clay figure of a Rakshasa Attendant, Bian Chunchou had finally run out of strength.
"There. Your mountain god."
The village chief cupped his hands at once. "No, no, no, no. Your mountain god."
"What rotten luck! Do you know how to deal with this thing?" Bian Chunchou genuinely did not dare touch it. What if it possessed him? He valued his life. He still had not found Wen Xu-Xu and Chen Zui-Zui, and he had no intention of being knocked out in the first round.
The village chief shook his head at once. "I don't know! I really am a cultivator..."
"You're a cultivator? Then do you know what my name is?" Bian Chunchou had only just realized that he had changed back into his dashing self. Well, would you look at that? A bout of demolition work had left him feeling wonderfully refreshed.
"You are Daoist