Chapter 403: Sen Zan, Think More

"Don't think I don't know you, you despised‑by‑ten‑thousand‑people false king! To preserve your rule, you hoist the banner of doing good for everyone, and have killed countless innocent good people and brave volunteers!"

The angry ShanShang, whose words had been pent up for an unknown length of time, spoke with a rise and fall; those who don't know might think it's some hot‑blooded teen drama.

"You only deserve to live in the shadow of sin and die in a shameless gutter; it's your choice to linger in a cesspit like a maggot, but there are still many beautiful things in this world—don't smear everyone as your own pack of jackals!"

"Do you think that by twisting arguments you can cover up everyone's anger? Ridiculous! It only makes people even more furious because of your shamelessness, since your very existence is an insult and slander against happiness and beauty!"

At this point, he raised his fist high and put the Boro mask back on.

"Everyone, there's no need to hold back against such a stubborn villain; unite and let him feel our righteous brick‑throwing!"

The logic is a bit chaotic, the reasoning somewhat hard to grasp, but that's how verbal sparring works—thinking only leads to loss; whoever can spout nonsense more convincingly wins.

Besides, a big fist is the hard truth; merely spewing demagogic words without any skill—what's the point of being eloquent then?

So everyone is too lazy to reason with Pi Sai Er any longer; he's not worthy of listening!

The crowd's emotions surged.

"Alright, this brother is right! Since the poisonous gu has been lifted, let's go after his mother!"

"Exactly! It's perfect to avenge the people of Baranta oppressed by him! That counts as doing good and accumulating virtue!"

"Kill! Follow me, everyone, shoulder to shoulder!"

No matter how filthy their hearts are, since they now speak with righteous words, they all brandish weapons, ready to clash with this utterly despicable employer!

"Ignorant shameless scoundrels, how dare you band together to betray me!"

Pi Sai Er instantly grew furious, raised the staff in his hand, and his snarling face, illuminated by evil magic, looked as if coated with a layer of shiny black lacquer.

With another rustling sound, like whispers and crawling insects, the vile voodoo magic began to take effect.

At the first bite of the snake, the mercenaries were terrified into a full‑body shiver, even their steps became hesitant.

But nothing else happened; only the poisonous insects on the ground were awakened, and then, lacking anything to gnaw, they starved to death on the spot.

Everyone: "???"

Pi Sai Er: "Ah right, I forgot you already spat it out, haha… you stop, you… ah!"

Since Pi Sai Er already had enthusiastic crowds helping resolve it, Ji Ming made his way to Sen Zan's side.

Although he had just managed to vomit out all the poisonous insect larvae from his body, the massive blow from body to soul left him lying on the ground like a dead man.

As for why everyone else only had one inside them while he could host a swarm… it's probably Pi Sai Er's damned suspicion.

Some people, don't be fooled by their reckless, villainous façade and fearless swagger; they might even break out in cold sweats at night over the slightest rustle.

After all, the ones who know villains best are villains themselves; the sordid deeds hidden in the shadow of this crown were exactly how Pi Sai Er II rose to power—by murdering his father, harming his siblings, and crushing authority—so he truly understands them.

Thus, Ji Ming thought for a moment, didn't rush to speak, and first unscrewed a bottle of Rejuvenation Fourth Generation, pouring it into Sen Zan.

Sen Zan initially didn't want to drink, but his empty body was obedient and quickly gulped the whole bottle.

Seeing his complexion finally turn from pale to black, Ji Ming scrolled through the backstage records, sat cross‑legged beside him, cleared his throat, and began his spiel.

Low EQ: Sen Zan, you are a good person.

High EQ: "Sen Zan, I can see that you are a very sincere person."

"Your eyes are pure as they were at first, untouched by even a hint of knowledge's contamination, and naturally free of the greed seen in those mercenaries' eyes. That's fine; it's a golden‑like virtue, but to be honest, your loyalty is being misapplied."

Translation: Brother, are you kidding? Even a low‑IQ boss like this is worth licking?

"You're young; you probably have parents and sisters at home. I acknowledge and even praise that a person who works hard for family is great, but what have you truly gained by following Pi Sai Er?"

Translation: Aren't you afraid that one day he'll go berserk, put your parents in the pot and your little sister on the wine?

"Look, everything he has done is evident to all, inciting public wrath, and not just here—poor Baranta… its people have been struggling in a tragic chaos, and at least half of this is Pi Sai Er's fault! Sen Zan, actually if you discard the crown, he's just a selfish petty person, unworthy of your sincere heart!"

Translation: Wherever he goes, it's just something people dislike like a dog? You, stop fantasizing; that thick, bullet‑proof‑glass‑like filter really needs replacing.

"So, Sen Zan, don't be afraid; think more!"

Translation: Literally, let Sen Zan subconsciously enter a 【contemplation】 state, heart wide open, facilitating his next spiel.

Upon hearing this, Sen Zan's face indeed crumpled, he looked at Ji Ming, took a deep breath, and suddenly erupted.

Because his eyes are still intact, it's not a drawn‑out exclamation, but a single sentence.

"Good! I understand!"

Having said that, he slammed his fist into the ground in anger, then instantly turned into particles and vanished.

"Oh, vanished, fine, then I'll start the second stage of—"

"Vanish!"

Ji Ming sat where he was, stunned for several seconds before regaining his senses.

"No, what does this disappearance mean?"

He didn't go all‑out against Pi Ka Ka, nor did he kill himself on the spot; he just logged off?

To be fair, Ji Ming's rambling wasn't really to make Sen Zan betray on the spot.

Indeed, even if Pi Ka Ka is wild, whether in the real world or Yangyue World, he's just a petty landowner of a mere acre and a bit.

Everyone who provokes him has provoked him; from now on keep your distance, don't deal with him—could he still send people to Huaxia to scalp Ji Ming?

But Sen Zan is different; his life truly lies in Pi Ka Ka's hands, daring to act rashly would be met with real‑world consequences, possibly ending up torn apart.

Although Ji Ming doesn't consider himself a purely good person, he has no grudge with him, so why lure a simpleton into a fire pit?

So his rambling actually stems from feeling sorry for Sen Zan.

After today's huge incident, regardless of how it ends, Pi Ka Ka, having lost face, will surely vent his anger on Sen Zan.

Rather than waiting for that moment to let him panic and die in confusion, it's better to awaken him to the essence of the matter and offer some possibly useful guidance.

... at the very least, give the warrior a slightly better ending.

In the end, the damn awakening process wasn't even finished when he shouted like Archimedes who grasped buoyancy, "I get it!", then bolted.

You damn thing, this isn't a dragon arena, what have you realized!

Fine, I just said that offhand; I also promised Mother Earth to guard love and peace as a justice envoy, so please don't cause any mishaps.

No, no, from now on I should stop fooling the players; what if I accidentally trick myself into the S3 season—what would I do then?

【Ah, this, I think it's probably not that exaggerated.】

「Yes! I now have an ominous……」

Eh?

No, why do I feel kinda good?

……Never mind.

After thinking it over, Ji Ming felt it concerned Earth's situation, so he still ought to give his family a heads‑up; he didn't dare send it directly to LaoZhao, so he simply sent it to Cang Lang.

【According to reliable information from private channels, the Baranta Kingdom in southern Africa, due to in‑game influence, may experience a dangerous rights‑upheaval event; please inform the local embassy to stay safe, keep in contact, and prepare to issue a consular safety reminder.】

Cang Lang: 【???】

Sigh, that's about all we can do; hope poor Sansan is okay (hands clasped).

After sending the warning, Ji Ming was about to see how the group's righteous siege was going when he heard a sharp explosive blast from behind, followed by successive screams.

So before he could turn around, he saw something swoosh and land at his feet; upon closer look, he discovered it was half a Phoenix Tail.

「Hey no, how did you die? 」

One can only say that high‑level professionals have remarkably tenacious vitality; even after being cut in half at the waist, the Phoenix Tail can still speak normally.

「I'm not dead yet! Ow…… my butt hurts, ow my butt hurts……」

Ji Ming glanced.

「It's fine, Sir Knight, your butt is hanging on top of the cabinet—it doesn't hurt anymore, ow it doesn't hurt. 」

「No, I'm not joking with you! My butt really hurts…… great‑great‑great‑great‑great‑grandfather! Quick, help me pick my butt back up! 」

「Big grandson, I'm bringing you your butt! 」

Before his words even finished, two fully golden figures appeared, vaguely discernible as armored warriors from different eras, each with one leg, dragging a sizzling, smoking Phoenix Tail and a butt roasted to transparency, running over.

They must be the so‑called ancestral heroic spirits of the ancestor knights, or in other words, the ancestors of the Phoenix Tail.

In training they can assist learning and increase perception; in battle they can serve as undead summon beasts, able to turn a duel into a group fight—quite powerful.

「Hurry up! If we're late we might not be able to connect it! 」

Moreover, there is an expert, and a golden‑colored figure wearing a jeweled crown, draped in holy robes, stalwart and solemn, emerges from the upper half of the Phoenix Tail.

As the old ancestor of this knightly family, he obviously possesses absolute authority, directing the two juniors to begin the docking work between the Phoenix Tail space station and the Phoenix Tail spacecraft.

But as everyone knows, the medical science of medieval Europa……

One cannot assume that just because Gaul produced a hospital knight order they can actually be doctors, especially since the ancestors of the Phoenix Tail come from the neighboring Holy Hall.

So their method of joining is roughly equivalent to trying to reglue a shattered vase without even a bottle of 502 glue, relying solely on molecular thermal motion and mutual friction.

——Grandpa, if it really won't work, let's just bleed; at least it might help in some fields, right?

No choice, Ji Ming could only "bleed out" again, taking out a bottle of Revival IV and pouring it on the wound.

It had to be the revival fluid; the painful blood loss was instantly staunched, and the shattered body began to move toward healing.

The three ancestors of the Phoenix Tail showed no hesitation, firmly gripping both ends, and in this way consumed two hero fragments to obtain a complete 【Phoenix Tail Holy Hall】.

「Good good good, this is Revival IV, right? The ingredients are simple but it's hard to make, so it's too expensive for me to buy…… but don't worry, I'll definitely pay you back with two bottles later! 」

The Phoenix Tail cheered as it climbed up, but before it could rejoice in keeping its first‑place rank, it discovered a huge problem.

「Hey, why is there such a big bulge here…… huh? uh? ah! Why is my butt in front? 」

The mail‑clad ancestor and the plate‑clad ancestor retreated in silence, wanting to let the first‑to‑step‑forward robe ancestor take the lead, but the old ancestor, quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, snatched him back.

「Alas, my poor little Louis! Why have you suffered such misfortune—is it because your adventure disregarded beginnings and ends, or because your choices were overly blind? 」

The Phoenix Tail had no time to deal with this pot‑pushing old man who looks like the red‑faced old K, already wondering if he could simply screw his butt back on like a model kit.

No choice, Ji Ming seeing that the Pisciel side was about to go numb, could only give the Phoenix Tail an emergency surgery on the spot.

「No no no, brother brother, ah, ah, aaaah! 」

After wiping the blood from his hands, Ji Ming discarded the forcibly replanted Phoenix Tail, grabbed a shovel, and ran back to the battlefield.

One can only say that we still underestimated the ruthlessness of this African tyrant; whether his earlier show of weakness was a feigned plot or a genuine mistake, it has now become the perfect setup for this killing move.

After a fierce struggle, when everyone thought victory was imminent and swarmed forward to vie for the kill, Pisciel snapped the scepter with a crack of his knee.

This break wasn't to pledge loyalty to the group; it was to shatter the prison, releasing from its countless embedded gems a hundred‑plus wailing infant spirits bursting with vengeful fury.

Each of these infant spirits possesses over twenty levels of combat power, and also has wall‑phasing, invisibility, flesh‑slicing, bone‑breaking, and anti‑physical attacks—skills that can be called heaven‑defying.

Although individually they still can't match the others on the field, when they band together and attack as a group they become utterly domineering.

No need to discuss the aftermath; just appearing, they killed several mercenaries who couldn't dodge in time, and even the nearby Phoenix Tail was literally sliced into phoenix and tail—if not for a timely shield raise, it would have been shredded even further.

Among the crowd, only ShanShang could still be considered steady—after all, they're famed as ghost‑slaying ninjas; how could they lack a means to deal with strange entities?

He silently slit his palm with the blade in his hand, smeared his blood on the edge, wearing the mask already cracked from the blast, and slashed a blade at the grinning infant spirit flying toward him.

(End of chapter)