Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Grey Wolf
Beiming Heng, upon witnessing Wang Yan’s “Unity of Heaven and Man” state, began shouting and making a fuss. After a while, he finally cald down, stared at Wang Yan with a wry smile, and said, “Brother Yan, it’s truly wise of to call you brother now. It won’t be long before you beco my senior.”
Wang Yan also smiled wryly and said, “Brother Heng, don’t tease . I know there are people who advance even faster than . There’s a person who, in just half a month, directly activated the Demon Pattern and broke through to beco a Demon Master.”
Beiming Heng, upon hearing this, shook his head and said, “Heh heh, that’s like drinking poison to quench thirst. Actually, after activating the Demon Pattern, everyone can rapidly advance their cultivation through extre ans, but no one truly does it. No family elder would want to enhance their junior’s cultivation this way unless they were completely disregarding their life and death. Because this is not cultivation, it’s courting death. The person you ntioned, unless they cease cultivation imdiately, if they continue, it won’t be long before, at best, their ridians are severed, or at worst, they fall into the Demon Dao, never to reincarnate.”
While the two were talking, Xiahou Que was walking through Wanghai Noble School.
In the school, although there were many people, upon seeing Xiahou Que, they imdiately stepped aside, retreating to both sides as if disdaining Xiahou Que, eager to distance themselves from him.
After Xiahou Que walked away, the students started pointing and gossiping behind his back.
“That’s him, he’s a pervert, trying to molest Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.”
“Yeah, I heard Wang Yan rushed over and broke his hands.”
“Look, his hands are still bandaged, that’s from Wang Yan beating him.”
“Serves him right, I wish I could go beat him to death too.”
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Although the discussions behind his back were low in volu, so voices were deliberately loud, seemingly wanting Xiahou Que to hear.
With Xiahou Que’s hearing, even if the voices were small, he could clearly hear everything.
After hearing these talks, Xiahou Que’s face flushed with anger, his eyes burning with fury.
However, Xiahou Que deliberately wandered through the campus, heading wherever there were crowds, and he listened intently to all the curses aid at him, taking in every word.
The more he listened, the angrier he got, yet the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smug smile.
In Xiahou Que’s heart, he thought: Haha, fine, keep cursing. The more you curse, the stronger my hatred grows, the faster my cultivation advances. Hahaha, soon every one of you who curses will et the sa fate as Wang Yan—death!
Broken Bridge Mountain.
Wang Yan slowly walked down the mountain alone; Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting had been left on the mountain, and he believed it wouldn’t be long before they could activate their Demon Patterns.
Although Wang Yan could co up to the mountain anyti to check on them, he could now only leave by himself.
Yet, after his long conversation with Beiming Heng, Wang Yan was greatly touched.
Reaching the Unity of Heaven and Man, an extrely rare state, as long as he found the right path for cultivation, he could rapidly advance his level.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Wang Yan’s face; he had already found his path—the accumulation of rit.
The Peak Group was running smoothly, and with every low-priced dicine sold, Wang Yan’s rit increased. However, by now, this rit’s effect on increasing his level seed not as noticeable as before. Clearly, he needed to find another thod.
At this mont, Wang Yan had already reached the road.
“What can I do to rapidly accumulate rit?” Wang Yan stood on the road, watching the bustling crowd, his mind racing: “Give up a seat for soone on the bus? Help a grandma cross the street? Or find money and hand it over to the constable…”
Countless ideas spun quickly in Wang Yan’s mind, and just as he thought of the constable, an inspiration flashed through his mind.
“Right, constables catch bad people. If I help them catch bad guys, wouldn’t that be considered a great deed? This is a good idea, let’s do it.”
Thinking of this, Wang Yan suddenly rembered Su Yamo; recalling her deep misunderstanding of him made him hesitate again. He thought: If I catch people for the constable, I’ll definitely encounter Constable Su. It’s best to avoid these won whenever possible; I should think of a way to disguise my identity.
As Wang Yan thought about this while walking, his eyes suddenly brightened when he saw the masks displayed at a small stall in front of him, a smile spread across his face.
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Midnight.
Clouds obscured the moon, darkness enveloped everything.
The road was quiet, the bustling city had entered a rare silence.
At this mont, on the rooftop of a skyscraper in Wanghai City, Wang Yan was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, his feet dangling outside, the city below hundreds of ters beneath him.
Beside Wang Yan lay a cartoon mask and an old-fashioned “Walkman,” playing a song from the 1980s—”Here the mountain road winds eighteen bends, here the waterways connect nine chains—”
“Nice, so nice, I didn’t expect such a small thing to produce such beautiful music. Seems like Elder Beiming was right, indeed I still need to study hard.” Wang Yan, listening to the music, shook his head, looking utterly content.
At that mont, Wang Yan’s ears perked up, and he listened intently to the side; despite the strong wind howling atop the building, where the average person could only hear the wind, he keenly listened.
With a slight smile on his face, he said, “Alright, after waiting all night, finally so action, let’s go.”
With that, Wang Yan grabbed the “Walkman” in one hand and the cartoon mask in the other and leaped off the building’s rooftop.
A dark figure could be seen plumting rapidly from the hundreds of ters high building, gaining speed; just when it seed the figure would crash to the ground, smashing into pieces, it kicked against the glass windows, changing direction, darting forward, and disappearing amidst the high-rise buildings.
anwhile, in a dark alley, three young n were blocking a young girl dressed in white.
These three young n, wearing denim clothing, had deliberately torn their clothes to create a ragged effect, revealing tattoos covering their bodies through the holes.
Their hair was dyed in various strange colors, styled erratically, looking like turkeys.
At this mont, the three n were lewdly approaching the frightened girl in white trapped in the alley.
The young girl looked terrified, and seeing the tattoos on these n had already weakened her legs; though she wanted to run, she couldn’t move and could only watch helplessly as the thugs ca closer.
Just then, a righteous voice called out from behind the thugs, “Stop, I am the ssenger of justice.”
Upon hearing the voice, the three thugs jumped in fright and quickly turned around.
However, upon seeing the person behind them wearing a cartoon mask, they imdiately burst into laughter—
“Hahaha, Grey Wolf—”
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