bullyxtreme Chapter 93 Finding Gold in a Dung Heap
Chapter 93 Finding Gold in a Dung Heap
Xia Changfeng called out "Palace Master" from afar, and the entire group chat space immediately fell into dead silence.
The vast central square, which was bustling with fighting and chaos one moment, became eerily silent the next.
As soon as Li Tingyun let go, the demonic cultivator he had swung like a meteor hammer flew out with a "whoosh," crashing headfirst into the crowd like a bowling ball, causing a large number of others to fall down as well, but no one dared to utter a sound.
As soon as the heavy object hit the ground, everyone shrank back, turning into quails.
The unfortunate fellow who was thrown off his feet quickly rolled over and lay face down on the ground, facing the spot where the boy had stood, and prostrated himself in worship.
His throat tightened, he swallowed hard, and said in a trembling voice, "Your...Your Highness."
Then he closed his eyes tightly, waiting to die.
After waiting for a long time, realizing he was still alive, he cautiously opened his eyes a crack...
He slowly raised his head in silence.
But the boy only brushed the dust off his hands and tightened the straps on his wrists.
Li Tingyun was looking down to check if her clothes were dirty.
He had just finished showering and changed his clothes, and he was afraid that if he got them dirty too soon, Mei Shiyu would throw them into the iron pot to rinse them again.
The subordinates listened to their fate with trepidation, all drenched in sweat. They knew Li Tingyun's temperament well; the more silent he appeared, the more terrible the consequences would be. The fact that the Palace Master remained silent for so long suggested that he was likely considering wiping them all out.
Who would have thought that their capricious, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty temple lord would be so obsessed with a new piece of clothing at this moment?
Xia Changfeng arrived in a hurry, glanced at the silent crowd, turned back, and fixed his gaze on Li Tingyun. He saw Li Tingyun rotate his wrist, as if about to strike—
Xia Changfeng's pupils contracted, and with a flick of his sleeve, he knelt on one knee and exclaimed, "This subordinate, along with the troops, respectfully welcomes the Palace Master's return!"
Before the dust settled, he shouted this sentence, and immediately everyone reacted, kneeling down and bowing.
In unison, their voices coalesced into a powerful, resounding cry that echoed across the plaza: "Welcome—the Palace Master's return!!!"
However, Li Tingyun simply tied the sash around her wrist, lowered her arm, and let it hang at her side.
It was just a natural, spontaneous action.
He did nothing.
Of course, there's nothing that can be done either.
Even so, if he makes the slightest mistake, it can cause someone's heart and lungs to stop.
When Li Tingyun looked up, he saw a large group of people kneeling down one after another, like rows of surging waves, neat and orderly, and well-trained.
The oppressive atmosphere in the square had reached its peak, filled with fear and tension.
If he doesn't say something soon, someone might faint from fright—compared to dying at the hands of the Taiji Palace Master, suffering a gruesome end with his body and soul torn apart and his life extinguished, this might still be a more dignified way to die.
Xia Changfeng was also unsure of Li Tingyun's thoughts when he suddenly heard a voice from above: "Damn it, so noisy."
The boy's voice was slightly crisp, unlike his usual deep and cold tone, but it was still the same calm tone that concealed his power.
The calm and gentle prelude was, to everyone, nothing short of brewing a violent storm, extremely dangerous.
Every word uttered by the temple master sent chills down one's spine.
The people in the Taiji Hall had no room for doubt—the young man before them was their Hall Master who had disappeared for many days without any reason.
The temple master remained unchanged, without the slightest alteration.
He harbored a faint sense of annoyance towards everyone and everything, as if he were always on the verge of exploding in anger. One second he would be perfectly fine, even smiling, and the next he would grab someone at random and sacrifice them to the alchemy furnace.
A living person, thrown into the raging Five Elements True Fire, having their internal organs refined and their soul dissolved... Ugh, that scene is too cruel, and the thought of it is terrifying.
At that time, Li Tingyun had his hands in his pockets.
I was halfway through putting it in when I realized I didn't have any pockets on my pants.
My mood suddenly became bad.
He coldly shouted at the crowd prostrate on the ground below, "Aren't you going to get out of here?!"
The group looked at each other in bewilderment at first, then, as if granted a pardon, they rushed to log off.
They escaped faster than they were trying to be reincarnated.
In the blink of an eye, Li Tingyun's field of vision was filled with the sound of wind blowing leaves and no one in sight.
It's as if someone has turned off the layer labeled "crowded with people" in front of you with a single click.
Except for Xia Changfeng, who stayed in the same place.
Li Tingyun said, "What is it? Get up and tell me."
Xia Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "Palace Master, you have absolutely no decency."
Li Tingyun: "..."
Xia Changfeng: "No... I mean, your good deeds are not shown in the Book of Merit."
See? This is what we call the art of language.
"Nonsense. If I didn't need this, would I need you to change it?"
Li Tingyun said, "What did Si Wuxie say? Is there no way to fix it?"
Xia Changfeng said, "Si Wuxie said that a person's good deeds cannot increase out of thin air; they can only be transferred to their own name by transferring the good deeds of others. But both he and I... lack good deeds."
The merit book can record a maximum of nine "正" characters for each person; that is the upper limit.
If someone can attain the number nine and five, it is said that their "merit and virtue are perfected".
However, if a person lacks good karma and their merit book is blank, it does not mean that the value is zero, but rather that there is no lower limit.
No one knows just how much bad karma Li Tingyun has accumulated.
Transferring good deeds from others is like a drop in the ocean, like a pebble falling into an abyss, leaving no sound.
Xia Changfeng said, his heart breaking, "Palace Master, not to mention Si Wuxie and me, even if you searched the entire Taiji Palace, it would be difficult to find a single person who had ever done any good deeds or formed any good connections... This is simply..."
It's like picking gold from a pile of dung.
Sigh, he couldn't think of any elegant way to express it for the moment.
That's what it means anyway.
It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
Li Tingyun smoothly grasped his "understanding" and sneered, "Why look for a good person from the villain's den? There's a great philanthropist right next to us."
Xia Changfeng asked uncertainly, "Does the Palace Master mean... Mei Shiyu?"