Chapter 47: Everyone Is Unorthodox

"Is this how you save the dying and heal the wounded?"

Hongyun was a bit bewildered; although their Gege Squad was sometimes quite unorthodox.

But comparatively, why did they seem so reliable?

"Enough gawking—we should get moving!"

Dasiming clapped Hongyun on the shoulder.

"Comrade!"

"Got it!"

At this moment, [Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi had already prepared many talismans.

"This is a simplified version of the Hongyun Qitian Talisman—it temporarily negates all negative effects and brings good fortune."

"This is the Bi-Si Yan-Sheng Talisman—for preserving your life."

"This is the Seven Treasures Gathering Spirit Talisman—it can serve as a source of spiritual power."

"This is the Tian Gang Divine Sword Talisman..."

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi handed Hongyun and Dasiming each of the buff-type talismans one by one.

After distributing the orthodox talismans, [Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi began handing out special versions.

"Unorthodox talismans are harder to craft—I barely managed three. Make do with them."

"Enhanced Zhuxin Talisman."

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi passed it to Hongyun.

"Another new variant? What does it do?" Hongyun asked.

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi explained: "The more vicious your insults, the stronger the Zhuxin effect—and the greater the damage."

He then handed another talisman to Dasiming.

"Five Thunder Protection Talisman."

Dasiming glanced at it: "Someone who controls the Five Thunders?"

"No."

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi shook his head. "The bearer of this talisman will suffer the calamity of being struck by Five Thunders. Wherever you go, lightning strikes you."

"??"

Dasiming wanted to throw the talisman away.

"Don’t rush—let me finish."

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi continued: "You’re already under the Hongyun Qitian Talisman. Being struck by Five Thunders won’t harm you—it’ll forge your body and strengthen you."

"Your enemies are different. Anyone who gets near you will be struck along with you—either dead or wounded."

"That’s about right." Dasiming reluctantly accepted the talisman.

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi pulled out another talisman: "This one is an improved Ping’an Talisman."

"What’s unorthodox about a Ping’an Talisman?" Hongyun inspected it left and right, seeing nothing unusual.

"This is a powerhouse for area damage!"

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi smiled: "This talisman affects the enemy’s fortune. If I remain unharmed, they suffer misfortune after misfortune."

"Anyone who harbors hostility toward me triggers its passive effect."

"Moreover, this talisman has a certain probability of delivering a guaranteed kill."

Dasiming’s mind flashed—he spoke: "As long as you live, your enemies will drop dead?"

"Exactly!"

[Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi was quite proud: "This Ping’an Talisman is the essential divine artifact for annihilating all directions and burying your foes!"

"Then we’d better guard you well," Hongyun chuckled.

Indeed, the more unorthodox the talisman, the stronger its effect.

BOOM BOOM!!

The moment Dasiming stepped out of the void, five-colored divine thunder—green, white, red, purple, black—erupted across the starry sky.

The wild energy alone made one’s head throb and heart race in agony.

BOOM BOOM!!

Thunderclouds engulfed the heavens; divine lightning descended, striking Dasiming’s crown.

He acted as if nothing had happened, charging straight toward the battlefield below.

"Where did this madman come from?!"

On the Tianyun Star battlefield, both inside and outside the spatial layers, the White Dao Divine Generals stared at the man bathed in lightning, all taken aback.

Good heavens—he’s been struck by Five Thunders.

What sin did he commit?!

"Wait—he’s heading straight for us?"

One Divine General watched as boundless thunderclouds converged toward his position.

"White Dao Divine Generals—come meet your death!"

Dasiming’s long hair whipped wildly; he loomed like a giant, wild-eyed and frenzied, his upper garments torn open to reveal knotted muscles, his entire body covered in lightning scars, as if forged entirely from radiant thunder.

Majestic and terrifying.

BOOM BOOM~~

Thunder rolled across the sky; lightning split the heavens above.

The boundless might of thunder exploded across the battlefield.

"Friendly! Friendly!"

"Black Dao, scatter! Clear a path for this comrade!"

"Divine Thunder Tianjun above—did you come back from death?!"

Seeing such terrifying thunder, the Black Dao Divine Generals all retreated.

Dasiming charged straight after the White Dao Divine Generals.

"Run! He’s coming!"

"You Black Dao are cursed by heaven—don’t bring your chaos to us!"

"What kind of monstrous beast can summon divine thunder on the God-Demon Battlefield?"

The White Dao Divine Generals, watching the approaching thunder, turned and fled.

This lightning was terrifying—and bizarre.

It made them feel threatened.

Amidst the boundless thunder, Dasiming pulled a violet lightning bolt from his crown and refined it into a divine whip.

"Interesting."

He smiled, then swung it sharply—like a spear thrust or a great blade slash—waves of lightning erupted, piercing the void and cleaving through chaos.

One by one, hazy worlds emerged, then shattered beneath the lightning, as if apocalypse had descended.

"Holy shit!"

The White Dao Divine Generals’ souls nearly fled their bodies.

"Is that the Gege Squad’s Dasiming?"

Minghe looked up.

He had come to meet Ruoxi; the thunderous roars ahead instantly caught his attention.

"So they’re on a mission in this world too."

Minghe then spotted Hongyun and [Xiangjun] Zhenyuanzi.

"Those three also seem to be from our Jinque Star Region."

Hu Shisan introduced: "The Three Divine Generals of Shenwu Star—they’re capable of facing Tianjun directly!"

"Among the Black Dao Newcomer Rankings, they’re within the top three thousand!"

"Our Shenming Star’s highest-ranked is Big Brother Bai—he’s only seventh thousand."

Hu Shisan’s face brimmed with reverence.

"He’s now six thousand eight hundred fifty-four."

Xiang Xuanqing noticed the shift in the Black Dao Newcomer Rankings.

Minghe’s rank was one place behind him. "Really!"

Hu Shisan exclaimed joyfully: "My rank rose too—nine thousand one hundred seven! Up a full hundred spots!"

At that moment, a golden rainbow shot skyward; Ruoxi appeared before the Five-Colored Lion.

"I finally found you all!"

Ruoxi beamed.

"Let’s go meet up with them."

"Let’s climb the rankings together and harvest fortune."

Xiang Xuanqing saw Ruoxi’s healing arts and realized his teammate was also a celestial talent.

"Okay!" Ruoxi nodded obediently.

Minghe held his twin swords and said to Hu Shisan: "Remember to distinguish allies—I’m afraid I won’t hold back."

"Understood." Hu Shisan nodded.

"I’ll use the gourd Big Brother Bai gave me to trap them all—then sell them together."

"Go!"

Xiang Xuanqing rode the Five-Colored Lion straight toward Hong Yun and the others.

On the other side.

Hong Yun, holding the Heart-Exterminating Talisman, relentlessly unleashed attacks on his enemies.

"The craftsmanship of Heaven is unfathomable—how could it have created something like you!"

"Do you know why the starry sky is ablaze with fire? It’s burning the ashes of your mother, scattered across the void."

"Don’t go wandering around unless you have to—someone might see you and think your old man never raised you right!"

"..."

What kind of output style had the great gods of the White Path ever seen?

Each one was enraged, flames bursting from their heads.

"You vile beast!"

"Ah yes, yes, yes—I’m your father. Since the father is a vile beast, then all you sons are vile beasts too."

Hong Yun laughed: "Good sons, seeing your own father—when are you going to kowtow?"

"Y-you—you scoundrel!"

The divine general across from him lost his composure entirely.

Spitting out those last two words, he dropped dead on the spot.

"Friend!" Tianyang Shenjiang stared at his deceased companion, grief-stricken.

"Stop wailing like a corpse— if you were truly his friend, you should’ve joined him on the road long ago."

Hong Yun mocked: "If you’re not dead yet, your friendship must’ve been fake."

"Shut your mouth!"

Tianyang Shenjiang, furious, raised his divine sword and charged.

"Ooooh, why the rush?"

Hong Yun effortlessly dodged, smiling: "That’s it? You’re not even good enough."

"Even a dog with a sword could brush against my robe—you’re worse than a dog."

"You’d be better off dying sooner."

"Scoundrel! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!!" Tianyang Shenjiang longed to tear out Hong Yun’s tongue—he slashed his sword across the starry sky, unleashing endless torrents of chaotic energy.

"You keep repeating the same two words—my good son still hasn’t learned the essence of his old man."

Hong Yun sighed and shook his head: "It’s my fault—I neglected your upbringing since childhood, only ever feeding you with dirty diapers and spoonfuls of gruel."

"As a result, you’ve got well-developed limbs but a brain that’s completely broken."

"Poor, pitiful son of mine!"

Hong Yun looked at Tianyang Shenjiang with pity: "You lacked love since childhood, grew up twisted—donkey sees donkey, kicks; pig sees pig, stomps..."

Hong Yun dodged attacks while effortlessly continuing his verbal assault.

Not a single line was repeated.

After a long while.

Tianyang Shenjiang clutched his chest, face twisted in agony.

"Die! Die right now!"

With his final scream, filled with boundless rage and unwillingness, Tianyang Shenjiang collapsed into the starry void.

"Can’t even take it?"

Hong Yun was far from satisfied.

He glanced around—no White Path divine general dared approach; all avoided him as if he were plague.

Hong Yun stood alone in the vast sky, hands behind his back, his figure lonely, his spirit weary.

"Sigh... not a single worthy opponent to be found."

Central battlefield.

Li Ming of Biyou Tian’s displayed power drew the attention of many Black Path Tian Jun.

His boundless Taihua Sword momentum crushed his peers, leaving them gasping for breath.

Soon, he received the treatment befitting a true powerhouse.

Ambush!

Amidst the surrounding enemy assault, Li Ming struggled to break through and reach Xiang Xuanqing.

"What a nuisance!"

Li Ming kept watch over the outer battlefield.

Fortunately, whether it was the Jiuge trio or the Wuchang trio, each had the strength to defend themselves.

"Still... why do their styles feel so strange?"

Li Ming felt puzzled.

On Jiuge’s side, Dasiming chased a group of divine generals while enduring endless divine thunder.

Hong Yun could curse a man to death with a single mouth.

【Xiangjun】 Zhenyuanzi seemed slightly more normal—but wherever he went, disaster erupted, like a plague god.

He even leisurely dug graves to bury his enemies.

The Wuchang squad wasn’t much better.

One swung a funeral staff, making nearby enemies wail and cry for their parents.

Another saved the dying and healed the wounded—but healed one, killed one; saved a group, injured a group.

The Black Wuchang was even more bizarre.

Hundreds, even thousands of living beings nearby had their souls snatched—literally a walking succubus.

Yes, Minghe had reverted to using the Soul-Grabbing Chain.

He found it far more convenient.

"Shi San! Collect them all! Sell them together."

"Got it!" Hu Shi San moved swiftly, already contacting buyers.

"Where did the Lord of the Main God find so many oddballs?"

For the first time, Li Ming felt alienated from his own organization and its members.

He thought back to his former teammates, and other squads he’d encountered—everyone had seemed perfectly normal.

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