I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 492: Chapter 296: Face-Changing Beauty Fist (Part 2)

As the Mountain Ghost Pearl fell to the ground, Qin Yuesheng walked into the mansion and called Wang Mazi over.

"Young hero." Wang Mazi was extremely respectful and fearful of Qin Yuesheng at this moment.

"I’ve destroyed all your Evil Heart Bodhisattva statues. Did your master ever tell you how he would find you?" Qin Yuesheng asked.

"Young hero, he is always elusive. He never mentioned it." Wang Mazi sighed.

Qin Yuesheng patted his shoulder, immediately activating the Life and Death Ice Seal. Wang Mazi’s complexion changed instantly; he dropped to his knees, and a blue mist emerged all over his skin, even forming a thin layer of frost.

"Young, young hero, spare me, young hero." Wang Mazi didn’t understand why Qin Yuesheng suddenly wanted to kill him. To survive, he could only plead for mercy, hoping Qin Yuesheng would spare his life.

"I’ve implanted icy energy within you that cannot be dispelled by anyone but me. If you want to live, obey me unconditionally."

Wang Mazi couldn’t refuse and immediately nodded repeatedly, "Rest assured, young hero, I will follow your orders absolutely; if you tell me to go east, I won’t dare to go west."

"Return to Chengshan City and wait for your master to find you. When it comes to matters concerning me, act as if nothing happened and infiltrate his side. Do your best to find out where everyone from the Celestial Evil Sect is hiding in Chengshan City." Qin Yuesheng patted Wang Mazi’s forehead, dissolving seventy percent of the icy energy while leaving thirty percent inside him.

"I’m the only one who can fully dispel this. You’d better know what to do when you return."

Wang Mazi said, "I understand, I understand."

Without needing further instructions from Qin Yuesheng, Wang Mazi immediately left the mansion and ran back to Chengshan City down the mountain path.

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"That useless Evil Heart Bodhisattva actually turned Chengshan City into such a state." Xuanyang Monarch slapped the black rock within the house.

This rock was quite hard, and Xuanyang Monarch’s strike only sparked a few embers through friction.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella is only short of the last dozens of souls. Taking advantage of this mess that Evil Heart Bodhisattva has created, don’t hesitate, just go all out. Finish refining the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella tonight," Flame Ghost Venerable said.

He was eager for Xuanyang Monarch to stop being so cautious and secretive.

With their combined strength, wiping out the entire Chengshan City would be an effortless task.

"Such action would be quite grand in scale. If it provokes the reclusive grandmasters of the Eastern Wastelands, it wouldn’t be good for us." Xuanyang Monarch frowned.

"The Eastern Wastelands aren’t small, how many reclusive grandmasters can there be? It’s unlikely we’ll just happen to encounter one." Flame Ghost Venerable scoffed, "I think you’re just being overly cautious."

"I’m not here in my true form, they’re watching me closely over there. This matter of the Divine Killing Treasure Acupoint absolutely cannot go wrong. Though the Eastern Wastelands have declined for a long time, there are still masters present. It’s better to be cautious," Xuanyang Monarch glanced at Flame Ghost Venerable.

"You few Ghost Venerables were once dominant and tyrannical over this land, yet you met your rivals. After breaking out of the seal, instead of completing the reception promptly, you were either destroyed or subdued."

This was a raw nerve for Flame Ghost Venerable, who had fled Cyan Yang City in panic like a drowned rat, which was a great humiliation for him.

Once his strength recovers, he will definitely seek revenge and settle the score with Cyan Yang City.

However, Xuanyang Monarch’s strength and status prevented him from taking action. Flame Ghost Venerable had no choice but to endure it; otherwise, anyone who dared touch his sore spot in front of him would face his relentless wrath.

The night grew darker.

On the streets of Chengshan City, two beggars, one old and one young, were casually strolling side by side.

"What a good place, there’s the aura of the Great Ghost Venerable." The old beggar chuckled with ease.

The young beggar quietly looked up and saw the sky filled with spectral souls forming a canopy over half of Chengshan City, though this canopy was clearly unfinished, missing a few corners.

"It’s the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella; who knows what’s going on here again. These Ghost Race members are truly a scourge, harming people everywhere in the Eastern Wastelands," the old beggar muttered to himself.

Though he spoke about his own affairs, in the eyes of others, he seemed to be talking to himself, which inevitably appeared a bit strange.

A wonton stall owner, preparing to close, saw the two beggars, one old and one young, looking rather shabby and pitiful. Compassion stirred in her heart, and she quickly filled two bowls of steaming wontons to give to them.

"Old man, eat while it’s hot." The stall owner handed out the two bowls of wontons, causing the young beggar to freeze momentarily.

"They’re absolutely clean; don’t be disgusted by them," the stall owner explained, seeing that the two were not speaking and didn’t reach out, fearing they doubted the food she gave.

The young beggar reacted and immediately reached out to take it, also allowing the old beggar to take it with his hands.

"Auntie, you are a kind person," the young beggar said, rarely uttering a sound.

His voice was crisp and tender, unmistakably that of a child.

The stall owner laughed, "The child can talk; if you’re hungry, you can bring your grandpa here. Auntie will cook wontons for you to eat."

The young beggar directly drank down the steaming bowl of wontons, swallowing over a dozen wontons and the soup all at once.

Not even the tiniest bit of green onion or egg strips were left, shocking the stall owner into speechlessness.