[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heavenly-official-bestows-evil":3,"chapter-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-543":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Heavenly Official Bestows Evil",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2317162,4530,"Chapter 543: More Cruel Than Malevolent Spirits","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-543",543,"\u003Cp>After entering the True Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian became like a drone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drifted through the valley, passed through tunnels, floated above the Tudimiao, watched the family’s small story with the temple, then drifted downhill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed in a courtyard in the village below, his feet stepping into a pool of blood, the blood rising to form a line of characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Return to the previous room to pass the minor trial.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood characters hovered in midair for two seconds, then fell back to the ground. Wu Xian turned in a circle, surveying his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a peasant courtyard, with wooden and stone carvings visible in the yard, red lanterns hanging from the eaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around Wu Xian lay a dozen corpses—men, women, old, young. Scattered bundles lay on the ground; everything valuable had been taken, leaving only clothing and miscellaneous items tossed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the courtyard gate lay an old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian had just seen this old man in the Tudimiao—he never made it back home with his family, dying instead on the very day he was meant to climb the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this family had not waited for the peach blossoms to bloom, perhaps they could have avoided this disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian shook his head slightly and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had floated here, so he knew the exact path back to the room. Something would inevitably happen along the way, so he moved cautiously toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wu Xian heard laughter coming from the courtyard—by the sound, it was rebel soldiers, and there were two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian now stood at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wanted to escape, he could have fled before they appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Xian thought for a moment, and instead of running, he assumed the charging stance of the Invading Fire Flying Kick, facing the direction from which the two would emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two rebel soldiers appeared in Wu Xian’s field of vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both wore black leather military uniforms, with shiny metal nails sewn onto their shoulders and limbs. Their caps were askew, hair disheveled, rifles slung on their backs, hands clutching loot stolen from the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two rebels spotted Wu Xian and immediately changed expression. They dropped what they held, reached for their rifles behind them, and prepared to shoot him on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Xian was faster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He teleported before them, his flaming foot slamming into one man’s chest. The force sent him flying backward, collapsing unconscious to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other raised his rifle, but the Blood Spike Silk lashed across his face, piercing it with thorns and igniting red flames upon his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing pain drove him into a frenzy of screams—but after only two cries, Wu Xian snatched his rifle and drove the bayonet into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After killing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian picked up both rifles, found them to be very old models requiring manual bolt-action for each shot. He removed the bayonets and strapped them to his waist, then threw the rifles into the courtyard’s well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two bayonets were why Wu Xian attacked the rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian was taking the True Gate examination; anything he obtained here could be taken to the Training Center—meaning he could acquire weapons from the rebels! But these outdated rifles were useful for killing humans, useless against malevolent spirits, and too conspicuous to carry out. So Wu Xian took only the bayonets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Pity these two didn’t have pistols.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian heard distant heavy footsteps and a man’s coarse shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brief fight had been noticed by the rebels still looting and burning through the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wu Xian stabbed the unconscious rebel twice more, waking him in agony, then fled before the others arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many rebels arrived at the courtyard, drawn by the screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rebel officer, gripping the wounded soldier’s collar, shouted: ‘Who the hell dares stir up trouble on the Tai Sui’s head? I’ll flay him alive!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He was, he…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the wounded soldier could finish, a golden thunderbolt struck from the sky. The lightning killed the wounded rebel instantly and turned the officer who held him into a charred, lifeless husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why Wu Xian had stabbed him twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only sufficient damage could imprint the Mark of Wrath!…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After running out of the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian saw the village still swarmed with rebels. A gunshot rang out from a room; a rebel with a slashed face stumbled out, cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pockmarked rebel walked among the corpses, stabbing each one once—ensuring no one feigned death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a wooden rack hung living villagers; a rebel with a whip lashed their bloody flesh, laughing like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden in the shadows, Wu Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cat’s pupils narrowed to slits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too horrific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse than encountering malevolent spirits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These rebels treated humans with more madness, cruelty, and finality than any spirit—more like human-shaped malevolent spirits than men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Xian had no intention of acting against the rebels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original text is watching!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only an examination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every candidate experienced the same scene; even if Wu Xian killed every rebel, he could not change what had already happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he lacked the power to kill them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the locals fought tooth and nail to reach Taoyuan City—Taoyuan City might be hell, but the outside world had become a real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian shook his head and prepared to slip out of the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped beside a pool of blood, fresh blood rose again, forming a sentence before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Etiquette Minor Trial has officially begun.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood characters fell to the ground. The sky darkened instantly, choked by thick black clouds—as if noon had turned to dusk. The densest clouds gathered above the Tudimiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh, whooosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bone-chilling wind swept down from the mountain. After this wind, something stirred in the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebel with the slashed face scanned the ruined village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fuck, what’s going on? Thunder, wind—this storm’s coming.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slashed-face rebel smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind a pile of firewood, he spotted a flash of red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over, rifle raised, and saw a woman crouching, trembling, her back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You. Turn around so I can see you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman trembled still, as if she hadn’t heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebel cursed and kicked out—but his foot passed through her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, click-click…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With clicking sounds, the woman’s body remained crouched, but her head turned on its own. Her once-beautiful face was bruised and battered, with a grotesque bullet hole centered in her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the woman the rebel had just killed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ahh, ahhh…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebel’s legs gave out. He fired wildly at her, but every bullet passed through her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dragged him, inch by inch, behind the firewood pile, his fingers clawing deep grooves into the earth—then, with a pig-like scream, bloody scraps of clothing were torn off one by one…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pockmarked rebel, stabbing corpses on the ground, suddenly felt his ankle seized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned—and saw the two corpses he had just stabbed gripping his ankles tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebel with the whip had beaten the hanging villagers to death, finally satisfying his twisted lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped blood from his eyes with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he lowered his hand, he saw the rack, which had held only one corpse, now held dozens more—all staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1232,"2026-06-20T14:31:07.793Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9441bb08384cdd03b25bff4dd695a2984482729612c97f83b0c951651e4abeb8","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-544","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-542",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheavenly-official-bestows-evil-cover.jpg"]