Chapter 77: Forced Self-Justification

He, a pure yang sword immortal, had lost all dignity.

He’d humiliated himself across countless worlds!

After experiencing social death, Lu Dongbin glanced at the still-threatening dragon.

Anger surged from his heart, malice rose from his soul.

He slashed open the dragon’s belly with a single sword strike and cut out its liver.

“Hmph! I’ll keep this liver to soak in wine—without a daily cup of dragon liver wine, how can I quell my burning hatred!”

Lu Dongbin looked at the Pure Yang Sword in his hand, fell silent for a moment, then plunged it straight into the Holy Lord’s heart.

He implanted a technique so that even in sealed state, the Holy Lord would forever endure the agony of a thousand swords piercing his heart!

When all was done, Lu Dongbin finally raised his head and took note of his surroundings.

The next moment, realizing he was being watched, Lu Dongbin fell silent and asked cautiously: “Itachi… didn’t hear anything, did Itachi?”

“No no, we just arrived—how could we possibly have heard Itachi and the dragon?”

Tieguai Li, seeing the hopeful look in Lu’s eyes, gave an awkward smile, clenched his thighs slightly, then swiftly mounted his crutch and shot into the sky.

His expression was as if a dog were chasing him from behind.

He’d lost one leg—he didn’t want to lose his little brother too!

But when had Lu Dao Itachi developed such a taste?

“Dongbin, what did Itachi mean by ‘cutting chicken’ just now with the dragon?”

He Xiangu blinked, staring at Lu Dongbin with a confused, blank expression.

What exactly was this “cutting chicken”?

Why had Li Dao Itachi’s attitude toward Lu Dao Itachi suddenly become so strange?

Watching He Xiangu’s clear, innocent eyes sincerely asking him what “cutting chicken” meant, Lu Dongbin fell silent.

Could he explain what “cutting chicken” meant?

Of course not!

Before Lu Dongbin could react,

the remaining seven demons erupted in chaos.

“So that’s why Brother Six went so mad!”

“How depraved and terrifying is this generation’s embodiment of righteous qi!”

“So terrifying! Utterly terrifying!”

“With such a terrifying figure around, we must plan carefully before avenging Brother Six…”

“Exactly, exactly—why not wait until this pretty boy dies of old age before we show ourselves?”

Facing the white-robed, scholarly-looking young man, the demons all drew a sharp breath.

Terrifying! Truly terrifying!

Absolutely horrifying!

This righteous protagonist is too terrifying—we must avoid his sharp edge!

Brother Six already had his moment—no need to draw attention now.

Let’s take it slow.

“Evil demons and heretical paths—all must be exterminated! Itachi demons spreading lies, die!”

The demons’ muttering seemed to jolt Lu Dongbin out of his social death.

Even without the Pure Yang Sword in hand, Lu Dongbin’s face darkened as he transformed into a blade of light and lunged forward.

But.

Seeing the white-robed demon rush at them, the demons had no intention of fighting—they fled immediately…

Watching the fleeing demons and the awkwardly smiling immortals, Lu Dongbin let out a long sigh to the heavens, preparing to find a quiet place to cool off.

At that moment, a notification from his chat group sounded.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lu Dongbin logged back in.

Luo Qianqiu: “@Lu Dongbin, I’ve rolled out the nickname-changing plugin—remember to update your display name.”

Group owner, a true benefactor!

To avoid further complications, Lu Dongbin immediately entered his real name.

Monkey D. Dragon: “@Lu Dongbin, a group nickname is just a label—it doesn’t matter. I’m the leader of a revolution, destined to bring peace to the world.”

Monkey D. Dragon: “Yet my old nickname was ‘The Most Evil Criminal in History’—did I say anything?”

Ning Qingyu: “Good. Lu Zu merely had a minor mishap while eliminating demons and defending the Dao—no need to dwell on it.”

Ning Qingyu quickly spoke up to defend his world’s ancestral master.

Huashan traces its lineage to the Quanzhen Sect, which shares doctrinal ties with Lu Zu—calling him an ancestral master isn’t wrong.

Kage: “@Lu Dongbin, forget that for now—have Itachi already subdued the Holy Lord? Did Itachi get the Twelve Talismans?”

Kage didn’t care whether Old Lu was socially dead—the Twelve Talismans were the key!

The noble horse, the loyal dog, the miraculous mouse…

Which one wasn’t a bug among bugs?

Wasted on the Holy Lord—what a waste!

Lu Dongbin: “What’s so special about the Twelve Talismans? They seem pretty ordinary to me.”

Lu Dongbin recalled his battle with the Holy Lord…

The most commonly used were the Dragon Talisman’s Dragon Explosion and the Ox Talisman’s strength…

Wait—the Holy Lord was called a demon wizard, right?

Why did he only spit fire or brawl?

Where were the spells?

Had rage clouded his mind?

For a moment, Lu Dongbin was baffled—he couldn’t understand the Holy Lord’s logic.

Akatsuki Nan: “Immortality, eternal youth, turning stillness into motion, balancing yin and yang—each of these talismans is overwhelmingly powerful!”

Akatsuki Nan: “If I had the Twelve Talismans, I could easily crush the entire ninja world!”

Flozer: “I’m particularly interested in the Tiger Talisman’s ability to balance yin and yang—if I could comprehend this power, it would greatly aid my journey to the next realm of culinary arts.”

Li Hanyi: “I’m also most interested in the Tiger Talisman—mastering its balance of yin and yang is an almost divine advantage for both martial arts and sword arts!”

Li Hanyi: “According to the group owner, this is our martial path’s ‘god hand,’ right?”

Yagami Taichi: “Though the other talismans are strong, I still want the Rabbit Talisman most—its time-space speed would let me instantly find my sister.”

Sirion: “I love the Mouse Talisman most—what historical mystery could it hide from me? How many ancient wonders have been buried? With it, nothing’s impossible!”

Luo Qianqiu: “The Rabbit Talisman’s super speed, the Monkey Talisman’s shape-shifting, the Goat Talisman’s soul combat…”

Luo Qianqiu: “Aren’t these abilities powerful? Any one of them could turn the tide of battle!”

Luo Qianqiu: “…Poor Holy Lord—he had powers stronger than any other, yet every time fate demanded it, he never used a single one.”

Seeing Lu Dongbin’s tone, Luo Qianqiu knew the Holy Lord had once again gone in bare-chested to get himself crushed.

It was painfully obvious!

Lu Dongbin was strong, but the Holy Lord had far too many cards to play.