Chapter 157

The Xia people are the main ethnic group of the People's Republic, one of the three major nations in this Dream World, and they are also the most populous ethnic group in the world. There are so-called Chinatowns in almost every small and large country across the globe.

This is also the reason why Wang Yihui wants Wu Pifu to make an appearance here: the Xia people are recognized worldwide as the ethnic group with the most and strongest martial artists, and the various fighting competitions they host are as numerous as hairs on an ox. The "Oppa" competition that Wu Pifu disrupted earlier is actually only entry-level in terms of global popularity; it cannot be considered a top-tier global event at all.

According to Wang Yihui's plan, Wu Pifu's debut should appear in the form of an impromptu interview—natural, yet sensational. The Lion Dance Assembly in Chinatown has many Xia martial artists. By leveraging Wu Pifu's exposure from the previous fighting tournament, having Liu Zhen arrange a few extras, and finally inciting a few Xia martial artists present, it would be best if the incident were neither too big nor too small. In this way, the exposure would be there, the topic would be there, and after some hype, the initial popularity would be sufficient.

"In short, I have arranged everything; Brother Wu just needs to show up," Wang Yihui said, taking full responsibility.

Wu Pifu was very satisfied.

Just as it was before when Amida and Xu Shilan were around, although Xu Shilan could not yet do things as comprehensively as Wang Yihui, there were still people helping out. At this moment, Wu Pifu naturally agreed.

Meanwhile, in the largest Chinatown of the Human Freedom Federation, several men hurried into a courtyard. Upon entering, they saw that the courtyard was in a mess; the originally antique-style courtyard had turned into ruins. The walls and ground were smashed, and none of the furniture or chairs were intact. At the same time, a middle-aged man was lying in the center of the courtyard.

The men rushed forward, and the leader leaned down, placing his hand on the man's neck. He then shook his head with a somber expression and said, "It's no use, Master An is already gone..."

A bearded man behind the leader roared, "Xing Pifu has truly gone mad!!"

Someone else sneered, "Hasn't he? Xing Daoren has caused huge trouble in the country, challenging people everywhere. His methods are extremely ruthless; anyone who loses is killed by him. What era is this? To have such a madman, it's truly unimaginable!"

The leader was wearing an elegant Daoist robe. His eyes were pained but carried a sense of etherealness. He straightened up and said, "He is a martial arts fanatic, trapped in the An Jin rank for ten years. His inner demons have taken hold, making it increasingly impossible for him to enter the Hua Jin rank, which is why he has this insane behavior... I am coming out of the sect on behalf of my master to clean up the sect's reputation."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and one person asked, "Why is he killing people like this? Fighting these people won't help him advance further either."

Everyone looked at the Daoist with curiosity.

The Daoist was silent for a moment before saying, "He wants to force out a god-like figure and have a battle with that person, hoping to use this battle to break through his shackles and step into the Hua Jin rank."

Everyone listened in silence. The Daoist found it difficult to stop there, so he looked around and said, "Xing Daoren, originally named Xing Fu, was the last disciple taken in by my martial uncle. He was born with martial bones and was obsessed with martial arts. Seeing this, my martial uncle changed his name to Daoren, hoping for a martial artist's benevolent heart, knowing the true meaning of martial arts to stop conflict. Unfortunately, Xing Daoren became obsessed with martial arts..."

"But he is indeed a genius. At sixteen, he entered the An Jin rank, and afterward, he traveled thousands of miles across the land, wanting to condense an invincible true intent. However, he was too obsessed with martial arts, and instead, he remained trapped in the An Jin rank for ten years. Although he is An Jin, his accumulation is incredibly deep. Moreover, he is gifted; his physical Qi and blood far exceed that of ordinary people. As you all know, an An Jin martial artist who can burst out An Jin five times is already an incredible master, but he is different. He can burst out An Jin twenty times in a single battle. Relying on this, he even challenged a Hua Jin Grandmaster at the age of twenty-six and severely injured that Grandmaster. Although he was also deeply wounded himself, this incident truly shocked the entire Wu Lin."

"Since then, he began challenging people everywhere like a madman, hoping to break through barriers through martial arts, sublimating his true intent between life and death to enter the Hua Jin rank. If he were truly allowed to enter the Hua Jin rank, his future achievements would be limitless..."

Everyone listened intently. Although they were at a crime scene, they were all martial artists and An Jin masters. At this moment, they all looked at the Daoist, hoping he would reveal some secret history of the Wu Lin.

The Daoist sighed and continued, "It is a pity, sad, and lamentable. His insane behavior ultimately went against the times. After killing more than ten masters and severely injuring two Grandmasters, he finally provoked public anger. The police, the military, and the government all dispatched special forces to kill him, and five Grandmasters personally took action. That battle forced him to jump into the sea to escape. Everyone thought he had died from his injuries, but who knew he actually escaped with his life..."

"However, since then, he has been much more low-key. The sect knew he was still alive and knew he was keeping a low profile. They originally thought he had learned his lesson and intended to let him live out his life in seclusion for the sake of old ties. But who knew he would suddenly erupt, commit heinous crimes in the country again, and then flee across multiple countries? Now, he has finally arrived here, all to kill the many registered disciples taught by a god-like figure, in order to force that god-like figure out."

The Daoist said gloomily, "I believe he feels that fighting with many masters or Grandmasters cannot fully force out his potential, so he wants to find a god-like figure above the Grandmaster level to verify his martial arts. Under the life-and-death pressure of a god-like figure, perhaps he could be reborn..."

Everyone looked at each other in horror.

They were all An Jin masters, and this Daoist was a Hua Jin Grandmaster. This was already the highest and strongest martial artist they could know and converse with. And above the Grandmaster...

"Could it be a god who has reached the Golden Core?" someone asked cautiously.

The Daoist nodded and said, "Yes, it is exactly that god who has reached the Golden Core... The Fairy of Linjing, who fifteen years ago fought across Linjing without a single rival, a god-like figure who made men bow their heads and heroes cup their hands in respect, the Profound and Subtle True Person, Zhou Qingqing!"

Everyone was already too shocked to speak.

This name was too great, to the point that they could not believe it at all.

The Daoist smiled and said, "True Person Zhou Qingqing is a god-like figure who does not crave fame and often wanders the world, guiding the lost. Those killed by Xing Daoren are all people who have received guidance from the True Person. These people all consider themselves registered disciples of the True Person, but in reality, the True Person never took it to heart. It's just that Xing Daoren is killing the innocent indiscriminately. The True Person has likely already found out, but I don't know if she has come. How could outsiders know the whereabouts of such a god-like figure..."

Everyone looked at each other for a long time before someone asked, "Then this Xing Daoren..."

"He is still here!"

The Daoist said firmly, "There is a Lion Dance Assembly tonight. The Lion Master, senior Luo Xin, also received guidance from the True Person back then and is also someone Xing Daoren must kill! Today, we will wait for the rabbit to hit the tree, waiting for this Xing Daoren to arrive!"

On the other side, Wu Pifu was wearing an outfit chosen for him by Lin Nianzhi—loose and casual, yet it complemented him well, raising his overall image by at least half. He also had his hair trimmed slightly, just a bit short, making him look fresh and handsome. Then, after two hours, he arrived in Chinatown and walked around the street casually. Anyway, Wang Yihui had said everything was arranged, so he would just act as a tool.

Walking around like this, Wu Pifu actually started to enjoy himself.

He had Qiuqiu on his shoulder, Daphne following at his feet, and pocket money from Lin Nianzhi in his hand. Walking along, the human and two animals kept their mouths busy. This was Chinatown, very similar to the 21st-century scenery Wu Pifu was familiar with, and it also carried the connection of his bloodline culture. As he walked, watching the sky darken and the lanterns being hung on both sides of the street, a certain train of thought began to permeate his heart.

Dad, Mom, friends...

But he couldn't go back...

At this time, some people on the street seemed to recognize Wu Pifu. After all, the Oppa tournament incident hadn't happened many days ago, and the video of Wu Pifu beating up the favorite to win was still fermenting, so it was no surprise to be recognized.

However, the event that made Wu Pifu famous was beating up the favorite to win, so although the people around recognized him, no one dared to come up and ask or chat easily. However, as Wu Pifu strolled through Chinatown, more and more people followed behind him. Before he knew it, there were already a dozen young white men and women from this country following him, constantly filming and taking pictures of him.

Wu Pifu naturally knew about all of this, but thinking about what Wang Yihui said—that everything was arranged—he didn't know if this was part of the arrangement or if they were actors they had found, so he just let them be.

"The Lion Dance Hall is ahead, and it won't start for another half hour."

Wu Pifu said.

Qiuqiu chirped, and Daphne also barked.

!

"Fine, fine, fine, let's go back and eat again... That lamb skewer just now was really good. It was definitely a good goat that hadn't been killed long ago, definitely the kind that was free-range and not fed with feed!"

As Wu Pifu spoke, saliva flowed from his mouth. Arriving at the entrance of the Lion Dance Hall, he turned around, intending to walk back to the area in Chinatown with the most food.

At this moment, behind the dozen white teenagers, a black man carrying a camera and a female reporter in formal wear saw Wu Pifu and were overjoyed, walking toward him. At the same time, in a nearby alley, three large black men were talking on their phones, listening to the details of their mission. Then they looked at each other, shook their muscles, and also walked toward Wu Pifu.

But just then, the antique wooden door of the Lion Dance Hall exploded. A sturdy man in his fifties tumbled out, and at the same time, a Daoist and a sturdy man in short clothes burst out while fighting.

"Ha! Senior brother, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're all wrong!"

The man in short clothes was in a manic state, his hands and feet moving in wide, sweeping motions, while he roared, "What Ming Jin, what An Jin, what Hua Jin! It's all bullshit! So-called martial arts is just causing damage to life with the shortest distance and the greatest force! Your own Qi Jin is nothing more than control over power! I've realized it!"

Suddenly, the muscles in the man's arms bulged, and he punched the Daoist's arm. The Daoist couldn't block it, and the punch broke his defense, slamming into his left waist. The whole person was blasted toward Wu Pifu, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The man in short clothes laughed wildly, "Talent, hard practice, and the stimulation of scientific potions! I no longer care about the so-called Ming, An, or Hua! I have already broken through!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

A cold voice rang out. Although the voice was not loud, it miraculously allowed everyone present on the noisy street to hear it clearly.

The man in short clothes immediately turned his head and saw a fairy-like woman dressed as a Daoist nun, beautiful in appearance, looking like a maiden of sixteen. Seeing this woman, he immediately restrained all his madness, his expression becoming pious and calm.

"It truly is a god before me, I am..."

Just then, the man in short clothes and the Daoist nun both looked toward Wu Pifu.

Wu Pifu reached out and gently supported the flying Daoist, placing him steadily on the ground. The massive An Jin explosion seemed non-existent to him.

"Damn, this kid Wang Yihui is too amazing! An An Jin master plus some kind of stimulant-fueled scientific warrior, and a martial artist whose depth I can't even see—is he this awesome? He can even find people like this?" Wu Pifu clicked his tongue in secret, unable to help but exclaim.

The man in short clothes bowed slightly to the Daoist nun, "Please wait a moment, Fairy..."

Then he looked at Wu Pifu, his madness fully displayed again, laughing wildly as he lunged forward, shouting loudly.

"There's actually a small fry here!?"

"Die!"

(End of chapter)