Chapter 67: National Treasure of the Dynasty

When Xu Yuan lunged to bite that strange thing, Aunt Wang was already unable to hold back and wanted to rush out to kill.

She was tripped by a kick from Elder Shen.

With a crash, she fell apart on the ground.

"What's the rush?" Elder Shen took a puff of smoke: "I think young Yuan has his own idea."

While assembling herself, Aunt Wang complained incessantly: "You men are just hard-hearted. Little Mo and I can't stand seeing Yuan take risks.

He's only in his teens, still a child. What if he's just showing off and acting impulsively..."

Elder Shen grew impatient: "Don't forget young Yuan's fate."

The aunt fell silent, her head floated up, her eyes looked with concern toward Xu Yuan, and her two hands began to "assemble blindly."

Every time Xu Yuan ate a lump of "water," she would place something in the wrong spot.

But since Elder Shen had said so, she still forced herself not to interfere.

The flesh and blood mutation beneath Mr. Gao had already spread upward, covering his entire abdomen.

The strange blood vessels on his skin had also crawled all over his neck and spread up to his cheeks.

Of the people hanging from the red threads, only two remained.

When Xu Yuan ate the first lump of "water," Mr. Gao lost his focus for a moment and was almost swallowed whole by the flesh carpet beneath him!

Mr. Gao had seen much in the Northern Capital, but he had never encountered anything like this!

After sucking dry the fresh blood of two people in one breath and stabilizing his mind, Mr. Gao had already concluded that this young man was a reckless fool and could be declared dead in advance.

But this young man wore a cheap, sneering expression and even commented on it as "pork skin jelly"! Mr. Gao then snorted inwardly, urged the flesh and blood deity statue to continue coalescing its form in the courtyard!

Today was a "grand play." After turning twenty-nine, Mr. Gao had spent decades preparing for today's "grand performance."

He could not tolerate Xu Yuan's contempt.

Then, time and again, the unformed "water lumps" that coalesced were eaten by Xu Yuan as if they were pork skin jelly.

By the third time, Mr. Gao had already shifted his main focus to Xu Yuan's small courtyard, even delaying progress on the "main battlefield" at the county yamen.

When Xu Yuan ate the pork skin jelly for the sixth time, Mr. Gao was startled awake: He could not delay any longer on this young man!

The power of the flesh and blood deity statue had already been reduced by nearly forty percent due to him!

The most important target was Ma Tianshou.

From the moment that young man ate the first lump of water, the outcome was actually already destined.

In fact, if he had just patiently waited, this young man would have mutated into an evil anomaly and become his own aid.

Yet he, due to a moment of pride, had wasted so much time and power.

"I can't be blamed entirely. Such a strange situation, anyone would have been unable to hold back."

Mr. Gao shifted all his attention to the county yamen.

The accumulated water inside the county yamen had already risen to waist depth.

Despite a drop of more than three feet compared to the outside, it strangely did not flow outward.

Instead, the accumulated water around it continued to converge into the county yamen.

All the buildings of the entire county yamen had already collapsed.

A three-year-old child still stood on the water surface. Dense hatred had transformed into hundreds of yin-energy hands, extending from both eyes like two incredibly huge deer antlers, constantly clawing in the void.

Only a small area at the back courtyard of the county yamen remained, its accumulated water dyed pitch black by ink.

But the area was now only the size of a single room, appearing extremely tiny compared to the entire county yamen.

Yan Lao flicked the abacus beads with one hand to calculate rapidly; in the other hand, he controlled eight counting rods. The rods were like swords and blades, and every strike always landed on the most critical position, forcing back the several huge mouths that suddenly surged out of the water.

Beside Yan Lao, only Fu Jingyu and the disabled Song Lu remained.

Ma Tianshou was writing a calligraphy copy with full concentration.

He held a large brush in his hand. It seemed as if a weight of ten thousand pounds pressed upon that arm. He was drenched in sweat, his arm trembled slightly, and he drew out the strokes bit by bit.

In the water, three huge mouths would occasionally dive underwater and then suddenly surge out from an unknown place.

They were like three sharks lurking beneath the water.

They no longer had bodies, not even heads; only huge mouths with rows of sharp teeth remained!

Their own bodies had been eaten by themselves!

One could only guess by shape that two were originally human, and one was a dog.

They had no consciousness, yet they were violent and sinister.

They would suddenly rush to the side and, in a few bites, completely devour a collapsed building.

Although they clearly had no bodies, whatever they swallowed mysteriously disappeared, unknown where it went.

The accumulated water beneath the three-year-old child flowed, pushing it forward to advance.

With this advance, the range of Ma Tianshou's ink was further compressed.

Crack!

Crack!

Cracks appeared simultaneously on Ma Tianshou's inkstone and ink stick.

Yan Lao felt a strong sense of hunger surge to his head, nearly causing him to lose his reason.

He gritted his teeth, the abacus clicked rapidly as he calculated, then he drove one counting rod into a certain spot on the top of his head, severing his own sensation of "hunger"!

Then, without looking, he waved his hand. Two counting rods flew backward, pinning Fu Jingyu and Song Lu to the ground!

Song Lu was hopping toward Ma Tianshou, opening his mouth dripping with slime, and biting at his teacher.

Fu Jingyu had silently arrived behind Yan Lao, his eyes a ghastly green. He bit down, but was forced back a step by the counting rod.

Crack!

A mouth bit at the air behind Yan Lao.

"My lord!" Yan Lao was beginning to falter.

Although he had severed his own sense of hunger, this eerie method was not merely about physical hunger; Yan Lao still felt himself gradually losing control.

Behind him, Ma Tianshou suddenly let out a cold snort.

The final stroke was finally completed.

The calligraphy scroll whooshed into the air, hanging high above everyone's heads.

On the scroll was a single, vigorous and powerful character:

Thunder!

This time, there were no other characters behind it.

Boom!

Lei Ting struck down from the nine heavens!

Azure lightning spread through the rainwater in all directions, like countless brilliant spirit snakes.

The largest one among them landed precisely on the head of the three-year-old child.

Three more twisted and coiled, striking the three huge mouths in the water.

The Thunder Method is the true supreme orthodox technique under heaven!

Unmatched in might, sweeping away all evil spirits!

No matter how many "methods" in the world stretch and attach themselves to the name "Thunder," in truth, the genuine Thunder Method is extremely difficult to cultivate.

Ma Tianshou's "Thunder" scroll possessed about seventy percent of the power of the True Thunder Method.

The three huge mouths instantly crumbled and shattered in the bright lightning.

The three-year-old boy bore most of the power of this "Thunder"; his body instantly dissolved, the water composing his form was completely evaporated, and the entire county yamen suddenly became clear!

The green light in Song Lu and Fu Jingyu's eyes faded, and they regained their sanity.

Yan Lao laughed wildly with joy: "Hahaha, my lord has turned the tide!"

Ma Tianshou was soaked through, with both rainwater and sweat.

His right arm, which had just written the scroll, trembled uncontrollably.

Yet not a trace of relief appeared on his face; instead, he reached behind and took out his official seal.

His scroll and several powerful artisan-cultivator creations had all been exhausted in the previous battle.

Bringing out the official seal was his final resort.

The official seal is a "suppressor" bestowed by the Imperial Ming court.

The county yamen held the county magistrate's great seal, and the plaque reading "Upright and Bright" hanging in the main hall were both suppressors.

Yet all of them had already been swallowed and eaten.

Although my lord's official seal far surpassed those two, bringing it out at this moment made my lord appear somewhat "at the end of his road."

Yan Lao was shocked: "My lord..."

"Chen Liangxuan knows my strength as a sixth-rank literary cultivator," Ma Tianshou said in a deep voice. "Since he has taken action, he must be certain he can kill me!"

Yan Lao was instantly speechless.

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