Chapter 151: Shaping a Persona

The refinement of the Accumulation Device cannot be rushed, and moreover his current situation does not support him simultaneously refining multiple Spiritual Materials into one.

On one hand Yan Buji must maintain his daily normal cultivation; on the other hand he must dissipate some of the Mutant Force, so naturally he has no spare magic power for refining.

"Being a cultivator is really troublesome; Martial Dao wouldn't be this troublesome."

Yan Buji sighed; his talent for magic power cultivation was pitifully inadequate. Even if his Martial Dao talent were high, it would still be a dead end, and early martial training was merely to ensure combat strength.

Moreover, Martial Dao True Origin has a certain concealment; unlike magic power, unless one actively emanates an aura, others find it hard to discern that one possesses Martial Dao cultivation. Furthermore, with the mysterious tattoo of the King Yan's Judgment of Ghosts Diagram, even cultivators several realms above him cannot tell.

Now Yan Buji has many things to do; he has roughly grasped the news about the Third Princess. Although this Third Princess resides deep in the Imperial Palace, it is said that someone has seen her in the streets.

Moreover, this Third Princess especially enjoys disguising herself to roam the world upholding justice, and she seems to have trained in excellent martial arts.

Of course, whenever he encounters someone he cannot beat or provokes a cultivator, cultivators from the Imperial Palace secretly follow him out to resolve the trouble.

Back and forth, the streets spread the rumor that Huang Du has a Blue Sky Heroine; if she lends a hand upon encountering injustice, the matter can surely be resolved.

"Actually the hardest part isn't getting close to the Third Princess, but making the Profound Firmness Dao cultivators let down their guard." Yan Buji pondered for a moment, and a preliminary plan formed in his mind.

A few days passed.

Yan Buji gathered some news about high officials and nobles; this bunch had no clean backgrounds, and a little inquiry would reveal the truth.

He selected a target, sneaked in at night in disguise, and with one strike eliminated a high official's son who forced good people into prostitution.

This single act caused an uproar throughout Huang Du.

Watching the endless streams of soldier troops on the street, the surrounding common folk all secretly cheered.

"Who the hell is this? How dare they kill that bastard from Minister Jin's household!"

"Haven't you heard those military lords everywhere asking if anyone's seen strangers? Nowadays the whole Huang Du is full of strangers; hehe, finally someone dares to enforce heaven's will, eliminate violence and uphold goodness!"

Yan Buji just stood in the crowd, seeing this scene and feeling it wasn't enough.

He specially selected a batch of high officials and nobles with deep family backgrounds but no cultivators present, precisely to build momentum early on.

Reputation— for Yan Buji there are many ways to obtain it; although he need not resort to such extreme methods, right now he simply doesn't have the time to inquire about the identities of the Profound Firmness Dao cultivators in the Imperial Palace.

Better yet, shape himself into a loyal and brave cultivator; drawing his sword to help when seeing injustice— wouldn't that be better?

For this plan, Yan Buji even, in the coming time, both killed people under the banner of enforcing heaven's will and helped those oppressed and suffering common folk.

He deliberately left some traces, and thus, within Huang Du, a name began to spread— 'Hu Yan Da Xia', who specially slays those who commit evil and force good people into prostitution.

In a town outside Huang Du, Yan Buji began to cultivate his persona.

First he rescued those oppressed common folk, then settled them outside the town, daily giving them money and grain, and incidentally helping them solve their livelihood problems.

"Hu Yan Da Xia! You've finally come!"

A lame old man approached, his eyes full of reverence, shouting loudly.

"Hu Yan Da Xia."

"Hu Yan Da Xia."

Yan Buji also did not hide his face; after all, if he is to cultivate an upright persona, what kind of hero hides his face?

He smiled, looked at these men, women, young and old, and said: "Folks, you've worked hard these few days here. I have some spare change; I plan to do a little business so you can also support yourselves."

"Hero, we.... thanks to your rescue, we are already very grateful. But if we now reveal ourselves, what if someone finds you?"

"Yes, Hu Yan Da Xia."

Yan Buji looked at these people; although a few were slippery and not exactly good sorts, for him they were actually an asset.

He precisely wanted these people to reveal themselves; otherwise, if the imperial court did not 'reasonably' discover his identity, how could he continue his plan?

Yan Buji waved his hand: "Folks, I help people not just to rescue you and then abandon you. To me, you have suffered the oppression of corrupt officials and tyrannical merchants to the point of barely being human. But I hope you become truly genuine persons, relying on your own hands to live on, abiding by the law, becoming useful to the world."

"Moreover, these few children still need to go to school. I don't want to see you later drifting outside with nowhere to turn. If possible, I am willing to be everyone's pillar." Yan Buji's words were heartfelt; everyone present was moved to tears, covering their faces.

Soon, under Yan Buji's efforts, a small inn opened outside the town.

He even personally taught them how to do business; as for the rest, there's no need to worry.

The hero's persona still needs to be continually shaped; with this small inn, Yan Buji's previous work is basically complete.

Whether this world is right or wrong doesn't matter; to make others think you are right, you just need to do right deeds.

Even if these deeds are not from his original intention, Yan Buji will not overlook any detail.

If there is, then it is his deliberate act.

Just as Yan Buji saw that a few of the people he had rescued were conspiring, picking a time when he wasn't there to go to Huang Du and report to the authorities; to him that was still not a bad thing.

On the contrary, today Yan Buji still needs to publicly assassinate a corrupt official of the imperial court!

Inside Huang Du, bustling and crowded, on the jam-packed street a carriage suddenly appeared. Immediately a large group of city guards cleared the way; the surrounding common folk dared not speak out in anger, only able to watch the carriage approach.

"Is that Minister Su's carriage?"

"That Minister of Rites who embezzled three million taels of silver last year and got away with it?"

"Damn it! Why aren't those three million taels mine?!"

"Huh?"

"Speaking of which, why doesn't His Majesty deal with this kind of corrupt official?"

"Who knows?"

Through Yan Buji's investigation, he also gained some understanding of Minister Su's deeds.

But summed up, it's just a few words: the emperor's orders.

"Move aside up front, you don't want to live, do you?!"

The soldiers clearing the way shouted, and the people around Yan Buji immediately stepped back.

Yan Buji curled the corner of his mouth, holding a long straight sword in front, coldly eyeing the soldiers ahead.

"Kid, you don't want to live."

"I am Hu Yan Feng, here to enforce heaven's will!"

Yan Buji said nothing more, leapt over the soldiers, and rushed straight to the front of the carriage.

The soldiers and civilians present had not yet reacted when they saw Yan Buji already killing his way onto the carriage.

"There are thieves!!"

"Anyone who knows what's good for them, get out now, or else anyone injured by the blind blades will be considered an accomplice of the thieves!"

"Protect Minister Su!"

The warning echoed in the civilians' ears, and in an instant the whole street fell into chaos.

But Yan Buji paid no heed to those; with a single stroke he sliced off the carriage roof, saw the person inside was today's unlucky wretch, and with another stroke ended his life.

"Ah!"

Poor Minister Su died just like that, though one could say he got what he deserved.

"Minister Su!"

The surrounding soldiers' eyes turned red; they rushed forward heedless of death, hoping to take down Yan Buji to make amends, for if they let him escape, they feared none of them would fare well today.

Yan Buji fought with those soldiers for a while, found an opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and no one could stop him.

Thus, Huyan Feng's reputation spread far and wide.