After all, the ones doing the work were still those Ghosts from the Rakshasa Ghost Market.
Last ti, I had sowhat offended those people, and this ti it just so happened to be a good opportunity to find an excuse to have a chat.
When passing by the riverside night market, Wen Yan casually ordered a cup of lemon tea.
As his gaze casually swept over, a massive blood-red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
That exclamation mark, when Wen Yan turned his gaze back to the lemon tea stall, transford into a blood-red "danger" sign, flashing persistently.
"Don’t look anymore.
It’s an extrely dangerous existence; the mont you see him and confirm his identity, he will sense it.
The mont he harbors the intent to kill, right then and there, you would be undoubtedly dead.
You haven’t seen anything, nor have you felt any danger."
"Limited trigger, temporary title: Weakling (after equipping this title, it’s valid for ten minutes; cooldown for triggering the next temporary title is 30 days).
Title effects: After equipping this title, two judgnt effects will be triggered.
One, bullies the weak, fears the strong.
Two, disdains the unworthy."
Wen Yan didn’t hesitate and directly equipped the temporary title.
He stood still, just watching the stall owner make his hand-squeezed lemon tea.
On the other side, a man with a sowhat pale complexion stood with a girl in a floral pleated long skirt in front of a small stall selling chicken necks, waiting.
The man glanced over not far away before retracting his gaze.
After getting the chicken necks, the man and the girl started eating the fried chicken necks together, crunching even the bones.
"Boss, what did you see just now?"
"Nothing much. I thought it was soone from the Imperial Court, but it turned out to be just a petty Martial Artist."
"Did he notice us?"
"No, he just glanced over here, just a sweep."
"Boss, should we take care of him?"
"Such a petty Martial Artist doesn’t even have the qualifications to die by my hand."
The man was sowhat contemptuous. Before he fell into eternal slumber, what were Martial Artists? Inferior things, at best, only suitable for watching hos and guarding yards.
Back then, only the strong ones from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges could pose a threat to him.
Or an Emperor in power during a period of strength.
In the era when he was active, where would you find any Martial Artists daring to speak up loudly?
It was only during The Last Dharma that people needed Martial Training to watch hos and guard yards.
"Then, Boss, I’ll go take care of him," the girl seed eager to try.
"You are too conspicuous in how you handle things. This era is different from what you think. This generation’s Imperial Court is much more formidable than any of its predecessors. Moreover, its reach extends deeper into every corner of the Divine Land.
The things you’ve done before have certainly been discovered, and they might have already started pursuing you.
I already lack a physical body; don’t make trouble for nothing."
"Oh..." The girl seed a bit disappointed, stretched her neck, and stood on tiptoe, still looking around in the crowd, trying to find who the Martial Artist was.
Unfortunately, after a full circle, she only saw so ordinary people who were even weaker in build than a normal person.
There was even one drinking lemon tea, looking skinny and particularly easy to bully.
Maybe just a few words are needed, and this guy would offer up his eyes obediently.
But since the Boss had spoken, she couldn’t disobey and had to reluctantly give up.
Having eaten her fill earlier and now feeling quite at peace, if she didn’t go into slumber, she wouldn’t need to feed for at least a month.
The girl turned around, holding the chicken necks, crunching loudly, and left with the man.
On the other side, Wen Yan was almost breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Triggering judgnt: Disdains the unworthy.
You’re too weak, so weak that your opponent doesn’t deign to kill you."
"Triggering judgnt: Bullies the weak, fears the strong.
You look very easy to bully, sure to be easy to hoodwink."
He didn’t dare to look at the man, didn’t even clearly see his face; he just saw a figure from behind.
He also saw a girl in a floral long skirt who looked pure and lovely by the man’s side.
When that girl stood on the curb, looking over while standing on tiptoe, the judgnt was "bullies the weak, fears the strong."
Wen Yan caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. His mind almost instantly locked onto the result, but he didn’t dare to think about it. Staring at the lemon tea in his hand, all he could think about was how the stall owner must have beaten the sugar seller to death; the tea was so sweet it was sickening.
With his back to the strangers, he left in the opposite direction.
Once ten minutes passed and the temporary title had dissipated, cold sweat burst forth on his back.
Without a doubt, the strange girl was the Evil that had appeared today; it was now basically certain that she was the Rakshasa Bird.
And as for the Rakshasa Bird’s companion, whom she evidently held in high regard, always staying half a step behind when they moved together.
That must be the Mountain Lord.
The presence of the Mountain Lord by the riverside caused Wen Yan to break out in a cold sweat.
Is the gap really that big? So big that even if his Natural Enemy Profession provided hints and he confird the other’s identity, they might sense it, and then the next mont, he’d be dead? Or, even with a corresponding Temporary Ability, would the vast power gap still result in an instant kill?
Wen Yan wasn’t too sure, but he didn’t dare to test it.
He didn’t even dare to look directly at the girl who was a suspected Rakshasa Bird, fearing that triggering the Rakshasa Bird’s information might still be sensed by the one next to her.
He didn’t dare go directly into the river but went ho first instead.
Once he got ho, he called Feng Yao to ask if he had reported to the higher-ups yet.
After confirming that the report had been made, Cai Heizi nodded without hesitation.
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