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Cultivation Chat Group

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...

Legend of the Paladin · Urbain
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Everyone scram, let me act cool!

Éditeur: Kurisu

Altar Master came towards the Western monk’s side, and extended his palm for another strike!

‘As long as this Caucasian monk’s soul is eaten, it will be sufficient for Ku You to recover from its weakened state,’ he thought.

This Western monk’s strength had already reached First Stage Six Apertures Leaping Dragon Gate Realm, coupled with tremendous achievements and virtue power. To these ghosts, he was as nourishing as eating a piece of meat that’d allow men to be immortal. As long as Ghost General Ku You could devour this monk’s soul, it’d have the chance to advance one small realm!

This monk definitely must not be allowed to escape. Therefore, even if the poison in Altar Master’s body worsened, he had to take down this Western monk!

Altar Master’s palm once again struck on the monk’s body, with true qi surging from his hand. This strike was sufficient to open a hole in the monk’s body.

"Bang!" However, when his hand collided with the monk’s body, the sound of metal clashing could be heard.

He only saw the monk robe on the Western monk’s body swell up as if an inflated ball and protect his body within. Hundreds of lines of scriptures emerged from the robe, causing a layer of metal luster to surface on this seemingly ordinary robe.

Nevertheless, this seemingly ordinary robe was a defensive magical treasure, and had simply blocked Altar Master’s palm strike! The summoned true qi and the defensive formation engraved within it had weakened the palm strike one after another.

Ultimately, the Western monk was not harmed in the slightest.

The path cultivators pursue is the path of longevity, therefore, they cherished their lives in general.

For people walking on this path, only by being alive could there be a chance to have a long life. They would have nothing if they died!

As a cultivator, how could he be lacking defensive magical treasures on his body?

He wasn’t an exception even if he was a foreigner!

The monk robe on the Western monk’s body not only could defend its owner, it could also automatically regulate the body surface temperature. Also, the production cost wasn’t high, a great item for a low price.

Everything was fine about it except for one small defect, and that was, this robe’s defensive formation required the Western monk’s manual activation.

Therefore, when Altar Master had mounted a sneak attack on him, there was not enough time for him to react, and the defense on the robe wasn’t activated. 

Altar Master frowned and coldly snorted, as his determined winning palm strike was not effective. "Struggling at your deathbed!"

While speaking, his palm transformed into a claw, and his ‘Resentment Ghost Claw’ that was particularly useful for breaking protective qi energy and strengthened defenses advanced towards the monk robe.

However… the claw of his only managed to grasp air!

The Western monk did not sit and wait for death. After he suffered a sneak attack and fell onto the floor, he secretly consumed a healing pill, and right now, he had accumulated enough strength to escape.

As his robe formed a defensive sphere, both of his hands slapped on the floor and his body shot out like a rubber ball. Although his posture wasn’t graceful, its speed would make people speechless.

That claw of Altar Master had only grabbed his afterimage.

At the same time, the monk’s body rapidly shot out from this car. In the blink of an eye, he had already flew across the distance of three cars.

As long as one of the car doors could be opened, he would be able to immediately escape.

"Such an unlucky day," the Western monk muttered to himself.

The other party had true qi of Second Stage True Master, and if he were to rashly confront him face-to face, he’d die ten times out of ten times, without a chance of staying alive. Out of all the possible schemes and strategies, retreating was the most optimal choice. As long as he could escape the clutches of this evil cultivator, he could gather a gang of senior brothers and come over to take revenge for that palm strike.

In the midst of bouncing, that monk had quickly returned to the car Song Shuhang was in.

The passengers were all looking at that monk in astonishment as they did not understand why this monk would suddenly return.

Also, why did he swell up like a ball?

Currently, where would this Western monk have any time to waste? He rolled and stood up on the spot as the two cuffs of the robe on his body released two streams of white gas, and the plump monk robe reverted to its original state.

Shortly after, he ran towards the door and knocked open the manual handle, using force to twist the handle and open the door.

"Those who don’t want to die, escape from the train quickly!" in the end, the Western monk shouted towards the passengers.

He had no time to explain, and did not care if the passenger listened to him or not. In any case, he had already done his part, and to believe or not to believe was up to them.

❄️❄️❄️

Song Shuhang and the loli’s family stood near the cabin’s door.

The loli had shrunk behind her dad, holding hands with her young mother.

The young mother used rigid Mandarin and asked. "Should we… get off the train?"

The white shirt man nodded and said, "Let’s get off and leave this car!"

Previously, they had personally seen that Western monk dispelling the illusion magic, and a few of them believed he was a senior monk. Although he was a foreigner, that wasn’t important.

The white shirt guy felt that he was still young and did not want to die. Therefore, he decided to listen to the monk’s words and leave quickly.

"Little Brother, let’s leave together." He spoke towards Song Shuhang.

However, Song Shuhang gently shook his head. "It’s too late…"

"?" The white shirt man gave him a puzzled look.

Song Shuhang squinted his eyes with his fingers pinching the three talismans—earlier on, when that Western monk had manually opened the car’s door, it was already too late. He who was in a vigilant state could sense that, three seconds after the monk had bounced into the train car, a ghost’s negative energy followed him inside.

When the Western monk undid his robe’s defense and went up to manually open the cabin door, that ghost’s negative energy had already enveloped the entire car. The illusion magic had already been casted over the entire car without anyone realizing.

The Western monk thought that he had already opened the cabin’s door, but in actual fact, he had been grabbing onto the cabin’s hanging handles and twisting them. The car’s door wasn’t open at all.

"Stay beside me, and don’t leave." Song Shuhang softly spoke towards the white shirt guy and quietly pulled out two talismans, ‘Sword Talisman’ and ‘Armor Talisman’, placing them in his pocket in a way that would let him draw them out at all times.

While speaking, a pale-faced figure slowly entered the car and coldly sneered. "You can never escape from the palm of my hand, monk."

The monk’s face changed drastically as he called out ‘Oh damn!’ in his heart.

He extended his hands towards the opened door. In his view, the door had already been opened, and the train track was outside—but what he touched was an ice-cold wall.

Not good, I’m stuck in an illusion!

"Are you still going to run? There are still many cars behind us, and you can continue running. I’m not in a rush." Altar Master coldly sneered and snapped his fingers.

Four resentful ghosts came out from his hands and destroyed all the surveillance cameras within the car.

Shortly after, half of the ghost general’s body made its way into the car. The illusion that had long been deployed broke out and enveloped all the passengers.

Fear was revealed in the passengers’ eyes, and one by one, they fainted on the floor.

"F*ck!" the Western monk angrily shouted as he was unable to escape.

His wide monk robes trembled and a Vajra pestle slid out, landing in his hands.

I’ll have to stake it all!

Even if I die, I must give this fella some trouble.

Just then, as the surrounding passengers fainted one by one, the white shirt dad, the young mother, and the little loli had dismayed expressions as they fainted. The passengers had suffered all sorts of terrifying torment in the illusion, and produced pure negative energy such as terror and fear.

If this went on, the other party’s Ghost General Ku You would be able to absorb even more negative energy, and become even more powerful. If this dragged on, with the injuries he had, he would be at a disadvantage.

If he didn’t stake his all at this moment, he wouldn’t even have the chance to go all out.

The Western monk took a deep breath as the qi and blood of his Eye, Nose, Ear, and Mouth Apertures resonated with the qi and blood in his Heart Aperture.

He used his body’s qi and blood to temporarily suppress his back injuries, and tightly gripped onto the Vajra pestle with both his hands while taking a step forward. Currently, he had raised his aura to the max!

He did some calculations—he only had the strength for one or two strikes.

"Roar!" the Western monk leaped as both his hands raised the Vajra pestle and forcefully smashed towards Altar Master.

This was the pestle’s way—in the face of absolute strength, all schemes are useless.

"Haha, you who’s struggling on your deathbed looks extremely appetizing. Fantastic!" Altar Master neither dodged nor avoided as the Ghost General Ku You behind him reached out both its hands that transformed into huge ghost claws while tightly protecting Altar Master.

The monk’s Vajra pestle clashed together with the huge ghost claw, but only a strand of sparks was produced.

The gradually recovered Ghost General Ku You had the strength of a Second Stage.

The Western monk’s attack did not harm his opponent, but instead caused him to slam on the car’s wall because of the recoil produced by the ghost claw’s power. Because of that strike, his back injuries worsened.

"By devouring you, Ku You will definitely be able to break through its current realm. The time has come for me to have a lucky break!" Altar Master smiled sinisterly.

"Dog sh*t," the Western monk clenched his teeth and couldn’t help but feel despair.

As far as the monk could see, all the passengers within the cabin had nearly been completely annihilated—except for a delicate youngster standing in the middle of the car.

The youngster had a tranquil expression and his body excluded an out-of-the-ordinary aura.

A moment later, that youngster suddenly faintly smiled. Afterwards, he pulled out a pendant from nis heck and lightly struck.

"Ding!"

Sharp and clear sounds reverberated from the pendant.

The sound was quite sweet-sounding too…