Chapter 430 You are called Zhang Wuji

Gu Qingyuan quietly watched the thunderclouds disappear. This was a change caused by the change in the heaven's energy and the split of Tianmingzi's destiny. For other cultivators, it was a heavenly calamity.

Nine is the extreme number. The practitioners in this world seize the fortune of heaven and earth, attribute great power to themselves, break the limit between heaven and man, become immortals, and attain the Tao. There must be disasters in their lives. One is the external disaster, which is mostly emotional disaster, disaster of inner demon, disaster of war and the like. It is a human disaster set by the Heaven for them under the entanglement of cause and effect, which is specially designed to block their path.

In addition, there are heavenly tribulations, lightning strikes and fire burning, which are numbered forty-nine, sixty-nine, and ninety-nine. If a cultivator in the mortal world wants to ascend to heaven, forty-nine tribulations will befall them. If their own karma is not yet complete, they will attract a group of enemies to block their way when they are going through the tribulation. It is extremely dangerous. Often, before they even experience the thunder tribulation, most of their strength has been lost, and they will be reduced to ashes under the forty-nine heavenly tribulations.

And this heavenly calamity will not only strike down those who want to ascend to heaven as immortals, but will also fall on the heads of those practitioners who are burdened with heavy karma and are plagued by calamities. There are old demons who don't want to ascend to heaven, or left-wing Taoists who practice unconventional methods and are aware of their own path. None of them has the extravagant hope of ascending to heaven in broad daylight, but only wants to be the king of the world, a dragon king in shallow water, or a free and easy immortal who roams freely in heaven and earth.

These passers-by, because of their own evil skills and lack of the desire to become immortals, are mostly crazy and rebellious. They act without restraint and create endless sins. Each of them is entangled in cause and effect and suffers from heavy calamities.

In order to avoid calamities, practitioners have various ideas. Some use magic weapons to cut off their karma, while others accept disciples to carry out karmic calamities on their behalf. They have discovered many ways to avoid disasters.

Also, because those old demons have deep Taoism skills and are invincible in the world, they are helpless when normal disasters occur, so a lot of bad karma has accumulated in the world.

That's why the Son of Heaven was born when the Daoxing calamity came about. In fact, it was to clear up the inherent calamity, settle the bad debts, and kill those who should be killed.

Tianmingzi has his own destiny. He inherits the will of heaven and can turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into blessing. He is just like a good sword.

Now Gu Qingyuan intervened and split the destiny protagonist who was as lucky as a dragon into two, with Mowan and Lingzhu each taking 50%. The luck that originally dominated the crowd fell, causing chaos in the destiny and the forty-nine heavenly calamities befallen.

Gu Qingyuan dispersed the calamity clouds and watched the luck of the two people rise and fall under the thunder calamity. When they were at the lowest point, they were facing a thousand calamities, and when they were at the peak, they were blessed by heaven and earth. With a thought, the golden sword trembled slightly and spewed out boundless luck to replenish the luck of the two people.

If this luck falls on a country, good ministers and brave generals will be born, and the whole country will be calmed down, extending the life of the dynasty by a hundred years. If it falls on one person, he will become a minister without any illness or disaster, and will ascend to heaven without any disaster. But now that it has been injected into the bodies of two people, it only stabilizes their rapidly rising and falling luck and increases it by a little bit.

"You two come forward."

Gu Qingyuan spoke to them. Mowan and Lingzhuzi felt a little groggy. For a moment they felt that the world was filled with murderous intent and that everything was targeting them. At another moment they felt that their luck was good and that they were blessed with great fortune. They felt better at this moment and heard Gu Qingyuan's words and walked forward together.

"You are a kind-hearted person who upholds the right path. You shoulder the fate of the world and have the responsibility to clean up the universe and rebuild the world. Now that I have cut off your fate, do you feel resentful?"

Gu Qingyuan said to Lingzhuzi that although Lingzhuzi's consciousness was immersed in his heart most of the time, he would occasionally come out for a walk. Besides, he knew everything that the magic pill had experienced and thought about as if he had personally experienced it. Hearing what Gu Qingyuan said, Lingzhuzi knelt down obediently.

"Although I am not very smart, I can understand your painstaking efforts. Before, I was a man of destiny, but in fact I was a puppet. Everything I said and did was due to cause and effect, and I had no freedom. Now I have... I have the magic pill to bear it for me. I can break free from the cage and have some freedom."

Firstly, there is no one who can match Tianmingzi's destiny. Secondly, it is determined by heaven and earth, so his every move is subject to destiny and he has no choice but to take care of everything. Now that their destinies are equal, and despite the conflict, there is some room for maneuver, unlike before when he had to look for cause and effect as soon as he entered the world.

"To be honest, you are a kind person, always compassionate. You bear the title of the man of destiny. You intervene when there is injustice and kill the evildoers. You think it is just your nature, but in fact you have fallen into the calculation of heaven."

Gu Qingyuan looked at the scorched earth in front of him and said, "The heavens have given you a kind heart, so you can rush to the front and be a sharp knife to kill evil. If you saw the city where the Mengwu tribe was massacring the people, you would probably risk your life to charge into the army. However, you are so lucky that only those who oppose you will die. This is the difference between you and the magic pill."

"As for the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth, good and evil, except for those who are facing a doom and do not know the truth, the others are all slippery people. They just want to put on a big show. Because you have entered the right path, they will show you the ugliness of the world and leave the sinners for you to kill. As for which of them should die and which should not, they will all be doomed under your hands, Tianmingzi."

Gu Qingyuan tapped Lingzhuzi's brow and said, "I teach you how to judge people so that you can have freedom of thought and not be shaken by other people's ideas. Little do you know that a single leaf can block your view. If you are on the right path, you should learn their ideas. If you are influenced by them, you should kill the evildoers and behead the monsters you see."

"But look at the common people of the world. They have suffered from the immortals for a long time. If they don't enter the immortal path, they will be like ants. The immortals can kill them at will. Even if they say a word casually, it will be so severe that the mortals will be unable to breathe."

Gu Qingyuan shook his head: "You have been out of the mountain village for several months, and you haven't seen much, but you should know that although the righteous path has a name, they are not necessarily the so-called good people. It is even difficult to find a few saints in the world."

"First, you will hone your character under my command for a period of time, and then I will guide you onto the right path. As for who to kill and how to kill, it all depends on you to decide the right time and degree."

"To be honest, I have already unlocked your heart, cut off some of your good thoughts, and helped you break free from the shackles of your kind heart."

Gu Qingyuan smiled as he spoke: "You lead people to be good, and you swallow your pride, and even go too far in correcting wrongs. You are so kind that you cannot tolerate any evil. You say you have a kind heart, but I think you have a more evil heart than Mowan."

He looked at Ling Zhuzi's clear eyes and said, "You know that when I operate, I only need to think about it to help your good thoughts grow, and you will turn into a heart-devouring demon, a demon-slaying celestial being who abides by justice in his heart, hates evil as an enemy, and cannot tolerate the slightest bit of private affairs. Even if there are a few disputes between neighbors and some dirty things happen, if it goes against the justice in your heart, you will draw your sword to kill them."

Lingzhuzi thought about that crazy look and couldn't help but shudder. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. If this Lord of Justice is born, I'm afraid there will be few people left alive in the world.

"Sir, please take good care of me. Lingzhuzi is willing to follow you and listen to your teachings."

Gu Qingyuan waved his hand, motioning Lingzhuzi to come behind him: "I am just doing a deal with you, it's nothing more than a little personal relationship outside. This deal must be based on mutual consent, so I will break everything down and tell you. I don't like to force anyone in my life."

"Now you are chess pieces in my hand. If you get tired of it in the future, or if you want to retire after achieving success, I will not stop you. In this world, I am the only one holding the chess pieces, and the one on the other side is the world."

Gu Qingyuan is a bit arrogant, but the game is in the middle stage, he is expressing his feelings, just waiting to make a move without regrets, to see who will be the invincible in the end!

He looked at Mo Wan again and said, "You have a heavier burden, but I also give you a lot. You are the leader of the three thousand Taoist soldiers. I want you, the Red Lotus Holy Infant, to transform into a ball of red fire that sweeps across the heavens and the earth, and become Yama who slays people and evil, and cleanses this filth of hell on earth."

Mowan lowered his head and said nothing. Gu Qingyuan pointed at the golden knife and said, "This is my fundamental magic weapon, the life-slashing flying knife. Inside the golden shell is a sharp weapon that can take people's lives and cut off their lifespans. In the future, you can use your own demonic nature to carefully sacrifice and refine it, and it may be transformed into a soul-eating and blood-eating magic weapon to replenish your own body."

Gu Qingyuan took out another gold bracelet and said, "I'll give you this treasure as well. This gold bracelet was left by an old friend of mine. After years of sacrifice and refining, I refined it again. The gold bracelet can change, it can be big or small, and it can be thrown to attack, and it never misses. It has great power, it can overturn rivers and seas, shake the universe, it is extremely hard, it can hit enemies and objects, and it is indestructible. Its color is pure gold, its shape is perfect, it is round, and it follows the law of heaven, so its power can collapse the sun and penetrate the moon, stir up the sea and subdue dragons, and it can be used to kill or injure enemies. The lethality varies with the throwing force. It's called the Circle of Heaven and Earth, and it can be used as a protective magic weapon."

The golden bracelet was bright yellow, with a restrained divine light. It was small and cute, and it was hard to tell how powerful it was. However, Mowan knew the master's methods, so he bowed his head and took it: "Thank you for the gift, sir."

Gu Qingyuan smiled and nodded: "You have escaped from Lingzhuzi's body and have become independent, so Wang Yansheng's name should naturally be returned to him. You are still short of a name. I am your half-master, would you like to have my name?"

Mowan raised his head suddenly. Since he became conscious, he knew that his identity, name, luck, everything were borrowed from others. Although he looked rich, he was actually a poor man. He knew clearly that none of those belonged to him.

"Please give me a name, sir!"

Gu Qingyuan patted his shoulder. The red armor on Mowan's body was bright, and it would be even more splendid when covered with blood in the future: "You are born an Asura, a vicious demon. Your fate was hidden before, but now you have broken free. It is an understatement to say that you are destined to be a greedy wolf. In the future, you will have to go through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. You are the most evil and your nature depends on your heart. You can kill or give life without any taboos. I think the name Wuji is good." He suddenly laughed: "I think it would be better to call you Zhang Wuji. It happens that you also have the Tyrant Sword and the Dragon Slayer in your hand, and I have a family business waiting for you to inherit!"

Zhang Wuji, who had just been given the name, was a little confused. "No taboos" sounded to his liking, but where did the surname Zhang come from? Could it be that the gentleman's surname was Zhang before? That's not right, or did an old friend have the surname Zhang?

After satisfying his own evil taste, Gu Qingyuan did not want to answer him, and said, "After everything is done, I should leave. When I have some free time in the future, I will go to Shengjing, and someone will come to look for you then."

After he finished speaking, auspicious clouds rose from his feet, signaling Wang Yansheng to come up. When Wang Yansheng stood behind Gu Qingyuan, the auspicious cloud rose into the sky and was about to turn around and fly away. Gu Qingyuan seemed to remember something, and made a mouth shape to Zhang Wuji, but did not say anything. Then he turned into a white rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

Zhang Wuji looked at the empty dome, thinking about Gu Qingyuan's last words before leaving. The sentence was not long, only three or four words, but he was a little confused.

He couldn't help but imitate her, moving his lips a few times: "Don't... don't die, don't die?"

Don't die?
As soon as he said this, Zhang Wuji felt as if a chill rushed straight to his head. No, it was not an illusion. He rolled over and dodged, and the tip of the knife silently passed over Zhang Wuji's head. If he had not subconsciously dodged, his head would probably have been separated from him.

He didn't think much, nor did he look back. He released a protective light and held the golden sword across his back. With a ding, the crisp sound of weapons clashing was heard, and with the help of the force, Zhang Wuji rolled forward several times.

When he turned around, he saw the enemy figure. It was a man in a hooded tight shirt. The red brim of the hat covered half of his face, revealing his heterochromatic pupils. There was also a red tattoo on his face, which went from his face down his neck.

'Foreigners?'

Zhang Wuji thought that he might be a member of the Mongol tribe, but looking at his face, he did not have any of the characteristics of a grassland tribe. Judging from his facial features, he looked no different from an ordinary Han Chinese, except that his attire was not like that of a Middle-earth person.

The man missed his two attacks and crouched down with a short scimitar in his hand. He had seven or eight small bags tied around his waist. He took out one and crushed it, releasing a burst of black smoke that rolled towards Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji could see clearly that the black smoke was actually a group of small insects, as big as bulls, with only a little green on their bellies.

"Gu? From southern Xinjiang?"

As he thought so, he immediately remembered what his teacher said about his own mortality, and it might happen right here. As black smoke approached, Zhang Wuji wiped the blade of his sword, and the golden sword ignited with red flames. He raised his hand and swung it, releasing the sword energy and slashing towards the black smoke. The red flames burned as soon as they met the smoke, burning the small insects inside with crackling sounds, sparks flying, and the insect corpses were burned to ashes before they could fall.

Zhang Wuji did not hesitate, and rushed forward with his knife in hand. The Miao man rolled over and fell into the ruins of Jizhou City. He pounced on him and escaped underground. Zhang Wuji lost his target for a moment, and flew up into the air, overlooking everything.

"That man had a strange insect by his side, but he didn't show any killing intent when he attacked. There was no sound of the knife in his hand breaking the wind, and there was no breath. Judging from the blade, it must have been poisoned. He must be an expert in assassination."

Zhang Wuji thought of the blue blade and the sharp blow. Although he was a little off guard in front of Gu Qingyuan, his spiritual awareness never relaxed. Even so, he did not realize that he was touched at the end. This shows how deep this person's skill in concealing his breath is.

After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, Zhang Wuji sneered and said, since you won’t come out, then die in the ground. After all, that is the grave you chose for yourself.

He spun the blade and placed the long sword across his knees. He recited a spell silently, and then red fire fell. When the flames fell, everything burned. Even the ruins were blooming with flames. As Zhang Wuji performed the spell, the flames seeped into the ground, and endless fire energy penetrated the ground and pressed deep into the ground. A faint smell of burning spread across the battlefield.

After one breath, ten breaths, no one came out. Zhang Wuji had no idea where he was. Instead, he climbed up the clouds and rose into the sky, leaving no chance for anyone. He waited for a moment and hesitated. At this moment, a figure appeared behind him and slashed down with a scimitar.

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes, waiting for you, the sword in his hand was ready to go, a flash of red sword light cut off the head of the person behind him, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was heard. He took out a bug corpse from behind, which looked very tiny and clung to his back. The man used the bug as a support to suddenly escape.

He had discovered the silent and lurking insect very early on, and it was just a ploy to lure the enemy. Zhang Wuji looked at the corpse, raised his hand, and retracted the red flame. There was also Bai Qiu Shui underneath, who had not woken up yet and was almost cremated on the spot by his own people.

Zhang Wuji landed and was about to see if the assassin had any token when dozens of figures suddenly emerged from everywhere, throwing out black nets, lassoes, black ropes, and some even took out several strange insects from their waists and released them.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji, who was about to turn around, stopped moving, and hundreds of scarlet sword auras flew out from his whole body, sweeping away all the magic weapons. The sword in his hand flickered with light, and suddenly he released it, stretching and contracting for dozens of meters. If it hit anything, red flames would appear on his body, turning him into a human-shaped torch. If it hit anything, his essence and blood would be taken away by the sword light, and he would fall down as a dried corpse.

Zhang Wuji thought that no one would come, and now he saw that it was true. The leader was just trying to let his guard down so that he could fall into the trap that had been set up long ago, but the price was a life.

Fortunately, he was prepared and had hidden a skill that could break the body and have a bloodthirsty sword light. Now, the sword energy was everywhere and the sword net was spread out, like a devil in the world, killing more than half of the people in an instant.

Taking advantage of the situation, he spit out sword light. Fresh blood was drawn by the sword energy and fell into the golden sword, adding a trace of blood to it. A stream of pure blood essence made up for his own deficiency. Zhang Wuji raised his sword and forced his way back.

There were strange insects in the air. When one of them was released, it smelled like aged wine lees. Zhang Wuji took a whiff and felt his head sinking and a little dizzy. There was also a flying insect that flapped its wings and made a buzzing sound.

This insect has a name, it turns into a sleepy insect. It is not big in size and specializes in drilling into people's mouths and noses. It flies very fast and is difficult to guard against. Even if an immortal is penetrated by its mouth and nose, he will fall asleep in an instant and will not be able to wake up for a while.

Paired with the disturbing wine worm, they complement each other perfectly, because this wine worm is not a poisonous insect, but a spiritual insect that makes wine. It only needs to soak in water for a few days, and a jar of clear water will turn into aged wine.

It has a scent of alcohol, and even gods would feel a little drunk if they smell it. And because it is not a poisonous gas or smoke, it is even more difficult to guard against.

Zhang Wuji knew that he could not delay for long, so he simply invested most of his magic power to activate the restrictions hidden in the magic weapon. The golden knife benefited from this and turned into golden light and flew out, circling several times like a blood-dropping device that specifically takes human heads. After a few flashes of light, the head fell to the ground.

In an instant, Zhang Wuji was the only one left standing on the battlefield; the others were all dead.

Suddenly, a man sat up outside the battlefield. Bai Qiu Shui got up drowsily. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw body parts, cloned torsos, and heads with eyes open all over the floor. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted. A few drops of liquid leaked out of his trouser pocket, which smelled fishy.

"My lord, my benefactor, spare my life, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Zhang Wuji walked up to him and said with a smile, "A few ruffians came. I don't know how I offended them. It doesn't matter. I have a magic weapon to protect me. Who can kill me? Who dares to kill me?
Get up quickly and help me clean up the mess, before anyone else comes to disturb us."

After saying that, he pulled him up, turned around and was about to touch the corpse. Suddenly, the tip of a knife protruded from his chest.

(End of this chapter)