Chapter 84: Where Did This Ruffian Ji Shisi Come From?

【Host has severely wounded the Child of Luck, severed his meridians, and destroyed his spiritual roots. Child of Luck Long Tian'ao's Qi Luck Value -200,000!】

After Lu Ren heard the system's broadcast notification, he was finally somewhat satisfied.

He casually tossed Long Tian'ao, who was already worthless to him, toward the monk Jieguo.

Long Tian'ao drew a graceful parabolic arc in mid-air.

The monk Jieguo hurriedly caught him.

He felt a bit of relief, but when his fingertips touched Long Tian'ao's meridians, the expression on his face turned ugly once more.

"Benefactor Lu, you..." The monk Jieguo's words came to an abrupt halt; he forced down his urge to question him and swallowed his anger.

"Many thanks to Benefactor Lu for being willing to release him; this old monk will take him back to the Buddhist Sect now."

Long Tian'ao hung his head, half-dead in his arms.

His neck had naturally not been severed.

The layer of skin that had been connected was already almost restored to its original state under the top-tier healing medicine in his hands.

Only a single mark remained to show that his neck had once been cut through.

But a broken neck could be reattached.

What about a broken spirit?

He had thought he could defeat all under heaven, yet he had fallen halfway, and at the hands of someone he had never looked upon with favor.

His spirit had scattered.

Once scattered.

Who knew when it would ever be gathered together again.

Even Feng Ruyan, whom he had hated so much, was now nothing more than a pink skeleton in his eyes.

The monk Jieguo knew this clearly; he looked down at him and sighed slightly.

So be it.

The Buddha Son of the Buddhist Sect could not be too arrogant after all.

This could be considered a lesson learned.

He quietly chanted a Buddhist name, tucked the man under his arm, and turned to leave.

But before he could walk away, he heard a voice, sounding both like a smile and not, coming from above his head.

"I wondered who it was."

"So it is you, monk."

"A hundred years have passed; when will your Buddhist Sect repay what you owe this old man?"

Where did this ruffian come from? He couldn't afford to provoke the City Lord of Wanren City, couldn't afford to provoke the Empress of the Dayu Imperial Dynasty, couldn't afford to provoke the original owner of the Origin of Life and Death, so could he not even provoke this guy who had popped out of nowhere? The monk Jieguo stopped in his tracks immediately and glared with rage.

"Nonsense!"

"Who are you? When has my Buddhist Sect ever owed you anything?"

Ji Shisi calmly smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeves; a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a thoroughly dangerous aura spread out.

"Oh?"

"So you are denying the debt..."

"Very well."

"This old man originally intended to go collect it personally, but before that, I have decided to collect some interest."

No one was a fool.

The monk Jieguo could certainly see that the last sentence he spoke was his primary goal.

But before he could get angry or make a move, he saw a blur before his eyes, and Long Tian'ao, who had been held securely under his arm, dejected and listless, had already changed hands.

Ji Shisi looked with disdain at the man in his hand whose spirit had almost completely scattered.

Unformed.

His aptitude was passable.

But his temperament was still far inferior to his own future disciple.

Yet such a person was able to plunder the Qi Luck of others for his own use.

The Heavenly Dao is unfair.

The Heavenly Dao is truly unfair.

No one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

He was seen grabbing at Long Tian'ao's neck, fingertips, wrists, and waist as if he were catching a chick.

Several rings, a necklace, and a Storage Bag all ended up in his hands.

And Long Tian'ao, now empty-handed and stripped of everything, was tossed back to the monk Jieguo like trash.

Ji Shisi looked at the items in his hands and carelessly wiped away the spiritual imprints on them.

"Ah!"

Long Tian'ao in the monk Jieguo's hands let out a sudden, miserable shriek.

His meridians were already shattered.

Under the damage of such spiritual imprint backlash, he was even more on the verge of death, nearly expiring.

"You!" The monk Jieguo was trembling with rage, but he was powerless to do anything.

Even...

His face had turned pale.

The old man before him wore a simple, unadorned white robe and stepped on a pair of gray cloth shoes, looking like an old man one could see anywhere in the mortal world.

But only the monk Jieguo, who was being targeted, could feel the aura emanating from this old man...

It felt like a great mountain.

Weighing a thousand pounds.

It pressed straight down upon him, crushing him until he could not catch his breath.

Is this a Supreme Saint?

No, it is not!

This person is definitely in the Emperor Realm! And, absolutely a high-stage Emperor Realm!

How could such a figure possibly appear in this kind of borderland?

Ji Shisi, however, was completely unconcerned with what the monk Jieguo thought of him, nor did he care that his aura was pressing the already dying Long Tian'ao into an even deeper state of unconsciousness.

He beckoned with his large hand.

Lu Daoran, who was still on the roof, was snatched directly into his palm.

Having received the same treatment as the Child of Luck, Lu Daoran felt slightly awkward.

He struggled a little, feeling uncomfortable.

"Senior, please put me down..."

Ji Shisi did not make things difficult for him.

Instead, he stuffed everything he had looted from Long Tian'ao into Lu Daoran's hands.

He said dismissively, "I came in a hurry and have nothing on me; let these things serve as my greeting gift to you."

"This..."

The belongings of a Child of Luck were, of course, good things.

Although Lu Daoran did not know of Long Tian'ao's identity as a Child of Luck, just seeing that the other party could fight against his own Family Head told him that the Storage Bag he held must contain many good things.

But he dared not accept it.

Where in the world would a pie fall from the sky?

He looked toward Lu Ren for help.

Lu Ren watched this scene quietly.

Ji Shisi happened to look over.

Their gazes met in mid-air, and a flash of brilliance sparked in Lu Ren's eyes.

For people at their level of cultivation, many things naturally do not need to be spoken; through the meeting of eyes, they could roughly understand what the other was thinking.

Is Ji Shisi taking a liking to the promising talent of their family?

Interesting.

Being favored by such a powerhouse has no downsides.

What's more... Ji Shisi's current stance was already with the Lu Family.

If he wants to survive and desires a long, enduring lifespan, he will absolutely not betray his alliance with Lu Ren.

Lu Ren smiled and said, "One must not refuse a gift from an elder."

"Since Senior Ji wants to give you a greeting gift, then you should accept it."

Only then did Lu Daoran accept it and reply, "Thank you, Senior."

In this place.

No one cared what the monk Jieguo was thinking, and even less did anyone care what Long Tian'ao was thinking.

Though Long Tian'ao had already passed out.

Even if he had thoughts, he could not express them.

The monk Jieguo was forced to bear the vast majority of the pressure; he managed to stop his body from trembling due to the coercion and squeezed a single word out through his teeth: "Fine."

"The hospitality of Wanren City, I, the Buddhist Sect, have learned it."

"Farewell!"

Not even daring to utter a harsh threat, the monk Jieguo, fearing he might not be able to leave, gritted his teeth, grabbed Long Tian'ao, and hurried away.

"Wait, me! I..."

Feng Ruyan was suddenly anxious.

She was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"You forgot to take me with you!"

"What, what am I supposed to do?"

(End of this chapter)