Chapter 127: 126: Kneel and Beg My Disciple, 6K Subscribers Wanted

Although Wang Wu can still only be forcibly rushed to the fourth rank by his master for now, the fourth rank obtained by a seventh‑rank boost and the fourth rank obtained by an eighth‑rank boost are certainly different.

A stronger physical condition lets him sustain higher speeds and also allows Yin Shenli to unleash greater offensiveness.

Although most of the true Qi in Wang Wu's body is Geng‑metal Qi, metal generates water, so this metallic true Qi can be used as mysterious Yin true Qi.

Moreover, the Yinji Divine Sect's auxiliary five‑element attribute is metal, so Wang Wu's body works naturally smooth, without resistance, and he'll use it again next time…

There will indeed be a next time, no doubt.

When the entire sky of South Province was frozen, the temperature began to drop sharply.

People were surprised to find that the breath they exhaled condensed into clouds of white mist due to the temperature difference, as if winter had returned.

Zero degrees, minus five, minus ten, twenty, even thirty degrees.

"Remember, kid, this is my Yinji Divine Sect's fourth‑rank body technique, the Yinji True Divine Step." Yin Shenli commanded her disciple's body to take a step in the air, a step that spanned ten thousand li, instantly reaching over a thousand kilometers away.

"One step ten thousand li, from horizon to horizon, reached with a flick of the finger."

Before that step, Wang Wu was still in the eastern sky of South Province; after the step, he had already arrived at the westernmost part of South Province.

Because the temperature plummeted, hail began to fall continuously from the sky, alongside warships crashing toward the ground.

"Senior! Senior!! Please cease your divine power, cease it!!!"

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from a great distance. Wang Wu, now disguised as Yin Shenli, turned his head indifferently toward that part of the sky.

Above that sky a blaze appeared, but the flame was feeble, wrapped in the surrounding cold, clearly unable to last much longer.

Yet it moved swiftly, at a full eighty‑five Mach. In no time the flame surged from several hundred kilometers away to Wang Wu's front.

An old man, looking not much older than fifty or sixty by his hometown's standards. Though his features were aged, his internal vitality was extremely vigorous, clearly in his prime, and he wouldn't die within a few hundred years.

"Senior!! Please cease your divine power, otherwise as the temperature keeps dropping, South Province will be engulfed in suffering!!!"

The elder rushed to Wang Wu's front and stopped; his face showed obvious fatigue, yet he still respectfully performed a grand bow toward him:

"If you, senior, are willing to aid my South Province, to rescue it from fire and water, the ten‑million common folk of South Province would be eternally grateful. The war here has ended; please cease your method, otherwise the people of South Province may …"

"What does that have to do with me?" she interrupted impatiently, Yin Shenli saying coldly, "I'm not here to save you; however many of you die, and how you die, what does that have to do with me?"

Yin Shenli's voice was like a series of sharp knives, each sentence scraping the elder's body, leaving deep blood marks.

After a few sentences, the elder's body was already drenched in blood.

"Did you get something wrong?" Yin Shenli said, "I came here because of my disciple, not to rescue your South Province from fire and water."

"As for me, you and the common folk you mention, I don't care at all."

"If you wish, kneel right now, bow your head a few times to my disciple's body, and beg him."

Saying that, Yin Shenli pointed at herself.

"Kneel now, beg?"

She crossed her arms, looking down from above at the other.

Wang Wu didn't know whether Yin Shenli's height in this posture was her true height, but in this state Wang Wu's own height was a full 1.95 m.

Unlike master Qin Xiang and Sha Shou Ge, Yin Shenli's figure was very proportioned, truly slender, with all the proper curves, exuding strong feminine charm.

Yet at the same time you could feel the immense power contained within her body.

The parts that should be large weren't especially large, roughly a medium cup size, no wonder she let out such vicious words when staring at Xie Yu earlier.

After all, Xie Yu truly is big; her over‑two‑meter height plus that immensely broad chest indeed places her among unparalleled masters.

As for looks, Yin Shenli and Sha Shou Ge are of similar tier; their appearance can be called "perfect," and although not as flawless as those monsters, they could certainly be described as "peerless beauty."

In temperament, she resembles Yao Qing a bit, but compared to Yao Qing, her sharpness is maxed out, and she is inscrutably treacherous, harboring boundless wickedness.

The Yinji Divine Sect generally auxiliary‑studies the Jitian Vajra Gate's sect law, whose doctrine is "attain softness, attain hardness; attain Yin, attain sharpness."

Qin Xiang can contact the head of the Yinji Divine Sect because the two sects are partners, although Jitian Vajra Gate disciples usually do not auxiliary‑study mysterious Yin.

Simply put, unlike the feeling Qin Xiang gave Wang Wu, this woman is one‑hundred percent a pure bad seed, born wicked to the core.

No wonder she and Sha Shou Ge can share a stylistic name, because in terms of how bad they are, they're probably neck‑and‑neck.

"My lord, master? No, please? If you keep doing this, won't all the people of South Province freeze to death??"

Feeling the external temperature, which was still subtly dropping, and hearing his master's words, Wang Wu hurriedly pleaded.

At that moment, the elder, having also heard Yin Shenli's words, did not hesitate and knelt in mid‑air, bowing to Wang Wu's body with a series of heavy head‑knocks as one would to an emperor.

But because there was only air beneath, he couldn't actually knock his head… it did make a sound; his head struck at supersonic speed, shattering the air wall with a series of explosive cracks.

"Not bad."

Yin Shenli enjoyed the ant‑like kowtow, a wicked smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

She relished this feeling of bullying the weak and ruling tyrannically; after all, Yin Shenli is a born bad seed, the true world‑first assassin.

"Shura Blood Reaper," is the name of the assassin organization under the Yinji Divine Sect, the most renowned assassin group in the world today, listed as illegal by several major cities on the wasteland.

Of course, on the surface this organization has no connection to the Yinji Divine Sect, because assassin groups are illegal trades in Yun Guang City.

To this day, the major cities still know nothing about the owners behind the organization or the identities of its high‑ranking members.

Although the Shura Master spends all day online passionately spouting at the leader of another top assassin organization, it seems no one notices.

"Head‑knocking is decent."

After the other side repeatedly knocked ninety‑nine heads, a satisfied Yin Shenli smiled and said. Then she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the ice and snow melted, and the extreme cold that had shrouded the entire South Province vanished without a trace.

"My disciple is kind‑hearted, unwilling to see living beings suffer; you should properly thank him."

Saying that, Yin Shenli's body shifted, the rebirth effect ending, restoring the appearance of Wang Wu—ah, no, Li San.

Rebirth truly can change everything; aside from genes, height, appearance, all traits—even iris, pupil distance, and fingerprints—can become those of another person.

After all, as an assassin, this aspect is certainly a professional specialty.

Yin Shenli does have professional competence; if a certain world‑first assassin were swapped in, it might even expose Wang Run's true identity.

However, although the appearance reverted to Li San, control of the body remained with Yin Shenli, and now Wang Wu could finally speak.

"Thank you, Young Hero! Thank you, Young Hero!!"

The old man could, of course, sense the changes in the surroundings, and after seeing Wang Wu—presumably the face of Li San—he instantly etched the other's appearance into his mind…

Wait.

When that thought struck him, he suddenly realized something: he couldn't recall the man's face, nor the woman's appearance he had just seen, in his mind.

Even though he was standing right in front of you now, he still couldn't remember the other's face.

He couldn't even describe the other's features; he could only stare blankly.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Wu felt uneasy under the old man's gaze and asked, "Since everything's settled, why stay here? Let's go."

After waiting a moment and seeing the other still unmoving, Wang Wu prepared to urge again. But then the words that came out of his mouth weren't what he intended, and his voice turned into a woman's:

"My disciple already told you to get lost, why are you still here?"

Yin Shenli again seized control of Wang Wu's body and said to the old man in front:

"I'll count three numbers."

"Three."

When the first number was shouted, Long Tan instantly felt a sharp pain in his face, and in his peripheral vision he seemed to see something peeling off his cheek.

Looking closely, he was horrified to discover it was flesh from his own face.

"Two."

At that moment, the second countdown number also came out of the other's mouth.

Now Long Tan's face was wholly overtaken by terror; he instantly surged to the fastest speed he had ever achieved, even employing an escape artifact he hadn't used in years.

In the blink of an eye, he fled thousands of kilometers away.

Yet even so, a piercing pain still radiated through his body.

The agony originated from the left side of his head; one of his ears had been sliced off.

Three thousand kilometers away, Long Tan's eyes were bloodshot, and the terror of death nearly broke his spirit.

It was the first time in his life he felt such an intense emotion, the first time a fierce yearning for "life" arose within him.

In the past, even centuries ago, when he—still a child then—stood before the butcher's blade that had slaughtered his entire family, not a trace of fear ever flickered in his heart.

Only sorrow, anger, and hatred.

'Fearless'

It is the nickname given by those who know him; in the cultivator world, you can misname a person, but never misname a nickname.

From a mere mortal to entering the True Dao, centuries passed in a flash, yet he never felt fear.

But now, it feels as if all the fear accumulated over the past centuries finally erupted. His spirit was devoured on this day, completely overwhelmed by a fear as vast and intense as a abyss swallowing the sea.

His clothes had long been stained crimson, the result of the knife‑sharp words the other had spat earlier.

Each word and each syllable she uttered was a sharp blade, capable of carving a deep wound on him, enough to cut away a piece of his flesh.

He gasped heavily, his garments tattered as if he had crawled out of a pile of corpses, blood constantly gushing and dripping from his wounds.

Yet at this moment, as the surging tide of fear roared, Long Tan's mind began to calm slowly.

A clear spring bubbled up from the depths of his soul; though faint, it continuously soothed his trembling spirit, steadied him.

Until Yin Shenli's voice sounded again:

"One."

His eyes widened, pupils contracting to a hazy size, blood vessels flooding the whites. At that instant, Long Tan's body became utterly rigid, as if a binding spell had been cast upon him.

Immediately, a stream of heat surged from his forehead, extending down to the lowest part of his body.

It was a red thread, a slender red line, that split his body, dividing him in two.

He died.

His consciousness rapidly dispersed and disintegrated, and in the final moment before total oblivion, a fragment of awareness finally emerged in the blankness of his mind.

"Ha ha, just a joke, don't act like you really died."

But at that instant, a mocking voice rang out.

Accompanying that voice, the already scattered consciousness reassembled under this great force, and the split body rejoined as one.

"You didn't die; my disciple let me spare you. Your old luck is decent, having met a kind‑hearted disciple like me."

When the voice fell silent, everything vanished.

Those fears, those tangled thoughts, the massive pressure that had been swirling around, choking him, nearly drowning him, all disappeared.

At the moment the voice faded, everything was gone without a trace.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Above the sky, as if a thousand‑pound burden had been lifted, Long Tan let out a series of fierce gasps.

The veins on his neck burst like wires, his eyes torn at the corners; his once robust body now appeared emaciated, like a typical elderly commoner, a candle flickering in the wind.

Yet his internal life force remained exceedingly vigorous. However, the massive mental strain and physical injuries had indeed left him extremely weak.

It can be foreseen that for a considerable time ahead, he will need to lie in bed and recuperate.

And indeed, that is the case.

Long Tan's pupils dilated, his body instantly went limp, losing power, and he fell toward the ground.

A fall from several thousand meters certainly wouldn't kill a practitioner of the Entry Dao realm, not even cause injury.

Nevertheless, this certainly counts as a high‑altitude projectile, per Article 291‑2 of the Criminal Law…

Anyway, it's a low‑quality act; do not imitate.

"Ha ha."

After watching the little skit thousands of kilometers away, Yin Shenli laughed heartily, clapped her hands, and then guided Wang Wu back to the ground.

In the realm of flaunting superiority and bullying the weak, Yin Shenli's skill is certainly maxed out. Master Qin Xiangyuan is nowhere near as abstract as Yin Shenli; he can't compare in this regard.

Although when we were at Si Hun Shan before, the master's impact on the locals of this world was also huge.

But to be honest, compared with showing power against an inanimate object and displaying oppression to a few people, Yin Shenli's act of unleashing a natural disaster on the common folk of the entire state and crushing the supreme military might of human civilization to near collapse clearly has a far higher level of impressiveness.

And it's much higher.

Just look at the fearful, wary eyes of the surrounding "peerless strongmen" who dare not approach, and you'll know.

Previously, Master Qin Xiang also left those cultivators who followed them utterly shocked, but in terms of scope and effect, this master is definitely a bit more impressive.

No wonder Qin Xiang earlier sent him a message, telling him to be humble toward this woman and to give her a big red envelope.

When flattering, remember to be smooth, but not overly cheesy or exaggerated; this will greatly boost her impression of you.

Although because of Wang Wu's looks, this woman's initial impression score of him is already very high.

As a single young woman, Yin Shenli naturally likes handsome men, especially.

Moreover, Wang Wu's appearance happens to match her aesthetic, so the initial impression part is clearly arranged for her.

"How about it, did the master's whole routine leave you stunned?"

Glancing at the hidden top‑tier native warriors of this world around them, Yin Lihua asked her disciple smugly.

"Master is awesome, really, really…" Wang Wu at this moment didn't know what to say, because Yin Shenli is truly awesome, leaving him speechless.

"I, I'm at a loss for words, I don't know what to say, Master…"

"It's fine, haha. Having that attitude is enough." Yin Shenli said with a smile, finding her disciple increasingly pleasing.

First, he looks better than that beast Wu Yun, almost on par with Wu Yun's brother Wu He, yet he doesn't have Wu He's ambiguous gender appearance; his aura is fully masculine, which is her favorite type.

Second, this disciple is truly sensible. He gave a big red envelope upon meeting, speaks comfortably, likes to speak sincerely rather than exaggerated flattery.

She is not someone who enjoys others flattering her; in this respect she is nothing like that beast Wu Yun.

The beast would gladly accept any flattery, even if completely detached from reality, and would even be delighted.

One can only say that fellow reeks of disgust from head to toe, disgust to the extreme.

As the saying goes, like repels like, opposite attracts opposite.

As someone of the same kind as Wu Yun… *cough* As a strongman with a master's bearing, Yin Shenli despises lowly scum like Wu Yun the most.

"I heard Xiao Qin say you still know Wu Yun?"

After enjoying Wang Wu's flattery for a while, Yin Shenli suddenly thought of something and asked Wang Wu, "You know him, right?"

"Um, this…" Wang Wu was a bit embarrassed, because his master, or rather his two masters, have an extremely poor relationship with Sha Shou Ge Wu Yun.

"I know him; the first person I recognized when I just went online was him."

"Is he really a beast? I heard the supplement he sold you was overpriced."

"Um, this, this…" Yin Shenli's words left Wang Wu at a loss for a reply, because in this regard Sha Shou Ge indeed acted unscrupulously.

Nevertheless, Wang Wu is nostalgic and grateful; although Sha Shou Ge often traps him, he still respects and appreciates him greatly.

Thus, when facing his master's dissatisfaction with Sha Shou Ge, he feels somewhat conflicted.

"Sha Shou Ge helped me a lot before, so Master, this matter is hard for me to speak, after all I'm grateful to Sha Shou Ge. But regarding the conflict between you and Sha Shou Ge, I might side with the reasonable side…"

"Alright, alright." Yin Shenli rolled her eyes, "You are indeed sentimental and loyal, but I quite like that."

"Good disciple, I have no happy events this year, but taking you as a disciple can be considered a joyful thing."

After speaking, Yin Shenli manipulated Wang Wu's body, stepping again on the ground.

In an instant, like lightning, the world before Wang Wu shifted, and he reappeared in the capital of South Province, Qingnan Prefecture.

However, Bai Tan and Xie Yu were not there.

So Yin Shenli scanned the area and then saw the two demons, Bai Tan and Xie Yu, already back in the guest room.

"Oh, disciple." Looking at the scene, Yin Shenli said with a grin, "Looks like you've been given a green hat."

"Shall I, Master, intervene and solve this problem for you?"

"Huh?"

Wang Wu could also see the scene; because Bai Tan is slightly weaker than Xie Yu, and Xie Yu is bulky, their interaction reminded Wang Wu of a phrase:

"A pony pulling a cart."

"Green hat?" Wang Wu was a bit confused, though he knew the meaning, "Master, you mean…"

"That Xie Yu, that Xie Yu." Yin Shenli tapped a finger at the Wang Wu in her mind, "Didn't you see those two vigorously scheming over there?"

"By the way, when did you two get together? Isn't there too much pheromone left in her body from others?"

"Um, Miss Xie is Brother Bai's wife, Master." Wang Wu said awkwardly.

"Huh?" Yin Shenli was startled, "When it comes to feelings, you're the one who boasts?"

"Um, that's not boasting…" When dealing with these people, Wang Wu wouldn't have such feelings, but Yin Shenli, being his 'earthly hometown', made him unusually embarrassed today about his private life.

"Um, they're demons, Master; demons' views on this matter differ from ours." he explained.

"Aren't you also a demon?"

(End of chapter)