Chapter 190: Lightning Thunder Fist, the Name of Mount Mao

But this applies only to the cultivation system.

If what was created were those hidden weapons, even the top-ranked Buddha’s Wrath Lotus would pose no threat to any third-rank powerhouse, and even a second-rank, if prepared, would find it extremely difficult to be harmed.

The cultivation system can change due to spiritual energy, but hidden weapons cannot.

Even the Buddha’s Wrath Lotus, ranked first in the Tang Men Hidden Weapons Compendium from Tang San’s template, operates merely by placing explosives at the center of a shell composed of countless metal petals resembling lotus flowers, then detonating the charge to scatter the metal petals and kill opponents.

In the Douluo Continent world, it killed seventy-six Soul Saints and over thirty Soul Combat Master-level cultivators during the Jialing Pass battle, but in the real world, its lethality doesn’t even match that of a heavy sniper rifle.

Any second-rank powerhouse with preparation wouldn’t be killed, let alone a third-rank, who can withstand conventional firearms and even stand against small armed units.

“Clap, clap, clap.”

Sharp clapping suddenly echoed; Zhou Ming appeared nearby without warning.

After hearing the name “Fang Yuan” from the commander, he rushed here Pobujidai , and though the reality differed from his expectations, it was equally intriguing to him.

“I thought it was the Great Love Immortal’s template, someone sharing the same name, but instead he wields the Douluo Continent cultivation system.”

“Blue Silver Tendrils—I never expected to see this Soul Technique in the real world.”

“You received Tang San’s template, right? The vessel is the Trident of the Sea God in your hand?”

“If it were a legacy, it wouldn’t necessarily mean your awakened Soul Weapon and mastered Soul Techniques are identical to Tang San’s.”

Zhou Ming couldn’t help but sigh.

Douluo Continent is one of the few novels, comics, and anime he’d read and watched; he was naturally familiar with Tang San, but he never imagined someone in the real world would obtain Tang San’s template—and with such impressive power.

Possessing the Trident of the Sea God and mastering the Unfixed Wind Waves, his template might be the post-deification Tang San, but whether it’s the first-book Sea God/Assassin God Tang San or the second-book Divine King Tang San, he couldn’t tell.

Yet with only sixth-ring Soul Emperor cultivation, he can already unleash the Unfixed Wind Waves—his cultivation talent must be exceptional.

He lives up to the name “Fang Yuan.”

“Correct, just as you said.”

Fang Yuan nodded slightly, studying Zhou Ming before him.

As a resident of Chaoyang City, he was naturally familiar with Zhou Ming.

Among Chaoyang City’s known other holders of celestial artifacts, besides himself and Li Shuyang, there was one with the Ghost King Wunai’s physique; due to the Blue Lotus of the Celestial Artifacts, he directly achieved a perfect biological body, immune to sunlight and free of any flaw.

Yet, judging so much from just one battle—your extra brains aren’t just for show.

Never underestimate anyone.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Yuan noticed Li Shuyang, the successor of the Sun Breathing technique, showing no unusual expression despite inheriting Tang San’s template.

Fang Yuan nodded inwardly—they clearly understood that templates are merely sources of power, not guarantees one will become like Tang San.

But the main reason is likely they know the Douluo Continent’s worldview is weak; even with spiritual energy raising its ceiling in the real world, it still can’t compare to other celestial artifact holders, and even if they harbor ambition, they cannot fulfill it.

Today’s Great Xia tolerates any celestial artifact holder except the “pure evil.”

Tang San?

If Tang San were truly pure evil, he’d now be the one mourned, just like Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan’s lips curled slightly.

This is the kind of era that truly stirs the soul.

Before the spiritual energy revival, the world held this saying:

In prosperous times, Buddhist temples flourish; Daoists hide alone in deep mountains. In chaotic times, Bodhisattvas ignore affairs; Laozi bears his sword to save all beings.

Today’s Great Xia no longer needs Daoist or Buddhist sects to descend and save the world, but those with ability must step forward to protect all life.

At the mist-shrouded gate of Mount Mao.

“Boom!”

A blinding bolt of lightning exploded, illuminating the entire mountain path; within the thunder, a figure in green Daoist robes stood proudly.

His face hovered between youth and middle age, his brow radiating an aura of silent authority.

“Wretched beast, how dare you trespass on Mount Mao’s territory?”

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!!!”

Three giant mutated mountain monkeys were blasted back several meters, their fur charred black, baring fangs as they shrieked shrilly.

They weren’t killed by the strike, nor did the lightning frighten them—instead, their ferocity surged!

The lead mutated monkey king’s eyes burned crimson; his muscular arms pounded his chest like war drums, then his hind legs exploded against the ground, shattering it, his massive body launching like a cannonball toward the Daoist!

“Still dare to be violent? You have no sense of death!”

The Daoist sneered, clenching his right fist; lightning coiled around his knuckles, hissing and crackling!

“Lightning Thunder Fist!”

“Crash!”

Fist met monkey claw, unleashing a deafening boom; violent lightning surged up the monkey king’s arm, coursing through his body, making him convulse—but the beast stubbornly endured the electricity, snarling as it lunged again!

“Tough hide indeed!”

The Daoist’s eyes flashed with lightning; his body accelerated instantly, his fists raining down like a storm!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Each punch unleashed blinding thunderstorms; the mutated monkey king initially withstood them, but after three punches, his fur cracked and charred; after five, flesh exploded in sprays of blood!

“Die!”

With his final punch, the Daoist leapt high, his fist Ningju into a blinding pillar of lightning, crashing down like divine retribution!

“Boom!”

The mutated monkey king’s head exploded instantly; its headless corpse was reduced to charred, smoking flesh by residual lightning, slamming heavily into the ground!

The other two mutated mountain monkeys, terrified beyond reason, turned and fled!

“Think you can escape?”

The Daoist slammed his fists together; lightning erupted!

“Boom—Boom—Boom!”

Dozens of lightning bolts descended around him, weaving into a vast net of electricity that engulfed the fleeing monkeys!

Lightning raged, flesh burned and charred; in moments, only two smoking corpses remained on the mountain path.

The Daoist withdrew his fists, the lightning fading from his body; mountain winds stirred his robes, flapping loudly.

He gazed toward the rising smoke below, his eyes sharp as lightning.

“Chaos has arrived.”

“Last time, none among our Daoist sect received the Ancestor’s favor; no one obtained a celestial artifact. Though some awakened abilities, none possessed exceptional talent, let alone the power to save all beings—we became the ones needing protection.”

“Devotees knelt in prayer, begging for aid, yet we could only remain silent, ashamed before their sincere incense.”

“Now, the Ancestor’s legacy has arrived; the heavenly fate is clear.”

“I shall descend under the Ancestor’s name, slay demons, and purge evil.”

Thunder cracked in the sky.

“From today, my name is Shi Jian!”

“Descend—purge evil!”

Before Jingye Temple, a young monk stood motionless at the gate, his face icy.

“How can I save our Buddhist name alongside those vermin?”

His mind still echoed the hypocritical words of those old men who used the Buddha’s name to hoard wealth.

“All beings have their karmic retribution.”

“The Tian Shu Bureau’s duty doesn’t require the Buddhist sect to descend.”

“Our sect should merely observe the changes.”

These grandiose excuses were nothing but cowardice!

Under the first beast tide, lacking power was understandable—but after that, we recruited countless warrior monks, and some within the temple awakened abilities and broke through to second rank, yet still cowered inside, refusing to descend and save lives.

“You don’t seek this life, only the next?”

“Because all things cycle, you turn a blind eye?”

He sneered, his expression brimming with contempt.

“You want to watch from the sidelines? I won’t!”

“No wonder not a single person in this vast temple received recognition from a celestial artifact—none of the awakened abilities are even related to the Buddha.”

“Merit merit—merit isn’t gained by words, but by action, by saving all beings!”

“You say I don’t understand Buddhist doctrine? That I break precepts?”

“Very well—from today, I change my Dharma name to ‘Po Jie’!”

He cast one final glance at the golden Buddha statue within the temple, then turned, his robe billowing.

“Descend—seek the Buddha—seek—”

“The True Buddha!”

Meanwhile, in many cities, space tore open like invisible hands ripping fabric, rippling like water; figures tumbled out, bewildered, gazing around at this alien world.

On the streets of Yunhai City, a red-haired giant rolled out of the void, landing steadily before slapping his muscular chest.

“Hei Hu A Fu’s perfect landing!”

“But where is this?”

He scanned his surroundings, frowning; the scene before him was utterly unlike anything he knew.

“Did Jackie Chan use talismans to teleport me here?”

“Hmph, of course only I could command Jackie Chan’s attention.”

He snorted, yet a smirk curled his lips.

“Screeee—!”

A piercing cry split the sky; Blackie Hu raised his head sharply to see a mutated giant bird, its wingspan exceeding several meters, diving straight down, its sharp claws glinting with cold light, its piercing eyes locked onto him.

“Hmph. A mere beast dares to challenge Blackie Hu?”

He bent his knees slightly, assuming a combat stance, right fist clenched, muscles coiled and ready to strike.

“Tyrannosaurus Soars!”

A midair spinning kick struck the mutated bird squarely in the abdomen;

“Shark Bite!”

His hands clamped down like iron pincers on the bird’s talons;

“Volcano Erupts!”

He surged with his waist and abdomen, slamming the mutated bird hard into the ground;

“Meteor Falls!”

A descending elbow strike crashed directly into the mutated bird’s skull.

The mutated bird let out its final shriek, its skull utterly shattered by the blow; Blackie Hu landed gracefully, brushing nonexistent dust from his hands.

“Remember: this is the fate of those who dare challenge Blackie Hu!”

A short distance away, three members of the Tianshu Bureau, drawn by the detection of spiritual energy fluctuations, watched the entire scene in stunned silence.

“Jackie Chan’s Adventures? Blackie Hu?”

“Has he really appeared in the real world too?”

“And isn’t Blackie Hu supposed to be a normal human?”

“That second-rank mutated bird—how did he take it down so easily?”

(End of Chapter)