Broad Daylight, Words of Miraculous Effect

Success must be achieved openly and honestly.

How can we make things more transparent? First, we need to have an open and honest attitude.

Alternatively, one can choose to conduct the business during the daytime.

It's noon on the day.

Many people in Fanliang Land are still unaware of the death of Heichi Nancang last night.

As usual, they went to the fields early to tend to the seedlings, weeding and removing pests.

Inside the Zhuangzi, the servants of the gods from other households still came out to inspect whether each family was diligently worshipping the river god and whether they were using new offerings.

Some families simply didn't have enough fine food to change three times a day, so they had to beg the servants of the gods for mercy.

The sounds of servants scolding and beating one can be heard from time to time.

This is the scene that Chu Tianshu saw when he led a group of people across the field.

The people in the fields, feeling dizzy and short of breath from the sun, didn't pay much attention to this group of people.

Some of the divine servants, however, were idle and more than a hundred feet away. They could tell that these people were very unfamiliar, neither like the People of Deer Wilderness nor like the Guang'er and Heichi tribes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the master is above, the lackeys are below, and everyone else is stuck in the mud. How come the Spirit Realm is in such a mess?"

Feng Jianhua's spirit possessed the straw man, completely transforming it into the appearance of a living person.

The look of disgust on his face was now fully expressed.

However, he couldn't take off his suit, so he wrapped himself in the clothes of a villager from Deer Wilderness Village, and carried a heavy stone knife in his hand.

"I knew it. You only needed one glance to be filled with murderous intent, old man."

Chu Tianshu clapped his hands and laughed, "When I first saw your paintings, I had a wish in my heart: to go with you in broad daylight and kill the villains."

"Unfortunately, those Evil Spirit spirits always appeared at night. This time, we can finally make up for that."

Feng Jianhua said, "I heard these guys are plotting again, planning to open a secret passage to kill people in our Jianghuai region?"

Chu Tianshu's smile faded, "Yes, according to Senior Helai, if they succeed, this location should correspond to the territory of Hailing."

"That is, my honest and simple hometown, an ordinary, third-tier city."

Feng Jianhua laughed heartily, "The murderous intent in your words is no less than mine. So, tell me, which house do we go to first?"

"These people are scheming against each other, attacking one family after another. It's not only troublesome, but also full of variables."

Chu Tianshu raised his arms, pressed them against his back, stretched his chest a couple of times, and said, "So, let's try a different way to kill."

A bluish light surged in his eyes, a sign that his internal energy was circulating to his head and was faintly emanating from his seven orifices.

From his dantian, chest, and head, this aura was brewing intensely, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it spread wildly, uttering a challenge.

"God of Flowing Waves, you're nothing but a pile of dog shit!"

The rough, loud voice carried out almost like a thunderclap.

Did you hear me clearly?

Chu Tianshu raised his eyebrows in anger and shouted, "Your river god is nothing but a pile of dog shit!"

I wouldn't even want him to kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes; he'd be too disgusting!

The nearby fields were flooded.

The sound waves rippled across the water's surface, creating dozens or even hundreds of splashes.

Everyone in the field was stunned. Only after realizing what the man had said did they frantically flee the area.

It's unknown how far this sound will travel.

Chu Tianshu unleashed his full power, employing Sonic Art techniques.

It doesn't seek to kill with sound waves, but only to make the sound travel far enough.

This technique was known in the Great Ming Dynasty as "Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission."

The claim of "a thousand miles" is, of course, an extreme exaggeration, but often, top-tier martial arts masters, with a little study, can be heard for ten miles.

Chu Tianshu's physique and skill were far superior to theirs.

At this moment, his curses spread, and in the open fields and among the Zhuangzhi, they even echoed in layers.

Your river god is nothing but a pile of dog shit! Dog shit!!

Those shamans who worship the river god are nothing but filthy creatures that crawled out of a latrine!

The most vulgar and obscene language fell like thunder from the sky.

It was overwhelming, leaving no place to escape.

The servants of the gods were so frightened that they wanted to cover their ears, unable to bear hearing these insulting words directed at the river god.

But wave after wave of sound, like crashing waves, pounded into their ears.

Some of the servants of the gods, realizing that it was the people in the field who were speaking, immediately roared and rushed into the field as well.

However, amidst Chu Tianshu's incessant cursing and the layers of echoes...

The voices of these servants of God are completely inaudible to others.

Even they themselves couldn't hear it clearly.

After rushing for a distance, these people realized the terrifying phenomenon, stopped on the ridge of the field, and dared not go any further.

The one-eyed shaman of the Broad Ears Clan was the first to hear the strange noise.

Thirty years have passed; thirty years of pampered life.

Even thirty years ago, as a wizard, he was second only to the clan chiefs in status.

It can be said that he never dreamed in his entire life that he would hear someone insult the gods in this way.

Enraged, the one-eyed wizard spread his ears like wings and flew at full speed.

However, when he got halfway there, he realized that he wasn't the fastest.

A paper sedan chair is gliding close to the ground at a speed never seen before.

The four paper puppets were much shriveled than before, and their movements were so violent that they were almost torn apart by the oncoming airflow.

The reason they were shriveled was that the parts of the paper sedan chair carrier's body without the talismans, even if they didn't crack, were blown inwards.

It was like a white shadow covering the ground, moving in all directions regardless of whether there were any obstacles on the ground.

Anyway, it was a quick pass, and the road was all smooth.

In another direction.

Ma Lingbai's leaps and bounds were no slower than the sedan chair.

As he leaped into the air once more, he saw the sedan chair in the distance, and a smile spread across his face.

Ma Lingbai had already anticipated that Gao Ming, the most composed of all the wizards, might actually be the first to make a move today.

Because Gao Ming has received the most blessings from the God of Flowing Waves, he cannot tolerate anyone openly damaging the God of Flowing Waves ' reputation.

The paper sedan chair had by then reached the fields.

Who dares to insult God?!

An angry voice burst forth from the speeding paper sedan chair, sharp as the clashing of metal.

Aside from Chu Tianshu's curses.

Finally, a second voice emerged, one that could be heard by those around.

The paper sedan chair continued forward without stopping for a moment.

Although the four sedan chair bearers were made of paper, their bodies had an oily sheen and they were not afraid of water.

Because the entire paper sedan chair, including their own weight, was so light.

The four sedan chair carriers moved with surprising speed, even three times faster than they had on the bumpy roads.

A distance of 100 zhang (approximately 50 meters) takes about three seconds.

The four paper figures, along with the sedan chair, crashed into Chu Tianshu.

The shrill cry of "Who dares to insult the gods?!" still echoed.

The paper figures inside the sedan chair were also moving at this speed.

Suddenly, a sword flashed through the curtain.

Shake!

With a flash of light and shadow, the heavy stone blade cleaved down towards the entire sedan chair.

The pressure from that slash seemed to shatter the entire sedan chair, along with the paper figures inside and outside.

Those four paper puppets had actually exhausted all their potential to run so fast.

When the blade struck, the invisible pressure collided with their forward momentum.

The sedan chair bearers and the sedan chair itself were like old paper weathered for a thousand years, instantly becoming mottled and torn.

The sword flashed and changed direction, piercing the stone knife amidst the flying debris.

Whether the sedan chair was charging or the stone knife was being swung, the sound was extremely frightening.

But after the swords clashed, their forces contracted further, becoming more focused.

In that instant, it seemed as if three or four ripples in the surrounding air were rapidly contracting and converging at the point where the weapons collided.

Of the eleven straw figures, the best one was given to Feng Jianhua.

Although Feng Jianhua was a martial artist, his internal energy cultivation was of exceptional quality, so when his soul was sent to the Spirit Realm, it was accompanied by a small amount of internal energy.

And after Chu Tianshu brought back the spoils of war.

Helai used those fragrant pills and powders to allow Principal Feng to bring down 70% of his power.

The flawless 70 Sky-Spanning Art is no less impressive than the original 100% of the Heaven-Hating Art.

Bite!

The swords clashed, and after only a moment of stalemate, the wooden sword suddenly bounced back.

The sword struck Gao Ming in the chest.

The paper figure's body underwent a sudden change at the critical moment; the paper on its chest tore open and flipped backward.

The entire body split open, the paper on the chest moved to the back, and the outer layer of paper became the inner layer.

An empty paper figure, turned inside out, is still just a paper figure.

Even this paper figure is still facing Feng Jianhua.

The strange transformation of the empty paper figure allowed him to unleash his next move even faster than Feng Jianhua, extending his claws.

But Feng Jianhua's body suddenly shifted to the side.

His stone knife was jolted up quite a bit, and his wrist hadn't quite recovered yet.

But as he moved sideways, a gust of blue wind swept up from his body.

The paper figure's hands touched the gust of wind; its newly transformed body was too light, and it was propelled to the side.

Chu Tianshu's figure was revealed, and with a flick of his right hand, he pushed the paper figure from afar.

But halfway through, his hand gestures suddenly changed, gathering a heavy, deep blue Gang Qi and sending it towards the sky.

A large iron rod loomed ahead, igniting the air and creating a white ring around it.

The stick was stopped by this palm strike.

Buzz!!

The two of them shuddered, and the ground around them sank.

"Something's not right. Where did you guys come from?"

Ma Lingbai eye and sensed something, but a smirk played on his lips. "Cunning, but do you have the strength to win?"

"Win?"

Chu Tianshu had already seen the figures of the wizards arriving, and he spoke.

"Not a single one will escape today!"

The ten figures behind him, whose hands had been forming hand seals, simultaneously opened their eyes and locked onto their target.

(End of this chapter)