The Yinshan Ghost King beat up Wang Zhian.
To be precise, he was beaten for eighteen hours straight, but since it didn't stop in between, it couldn't be considered "too much beating." Fang Zong watched the first ten minutes on his phone, said "Don't cripple or kill him," and then turned off his phone to deal with his own business.
As for the video of Wang Zhian being beaten topping the list of most popular military figures online, that's another story...
"According to Elder Wang, my Yin Soul Village is only ranked in the lower middle among all the sealed-off areas, but this Silver Waterfall Sea is ranked in the top twenty among all the sealed-off areas in the world!" The fighter jet was flying so fast that the wind was howling. Fang Zong simply had Hu Batian remove the demonic energy protection and let the wind blow against his face.
This made him more clear-headed, and he continued to consider the matter of Silver Waterfall Sea.
"The Silver Waterfall Sea can help me advance to the Netherworld Transformation, the third stage of my supernatural powers. But what exactly is the Netherworld Transformation?"
He had just advanced to the second stage of the Human Heart Transformation and was already frightened by its terrifying power. While looking forward to the power of the Netherworld Transformation, he was also very skeptical—could a mere Silver Waterfall Sea really make his Earth Fire Small World reach a radius of 500 meters and make him a terrifying powerhouse at the Netherworld Transformation level?
"Sir, we've arrived. Huangshan is just below." The fighter pilot spoke through the cockpit loudspeaker. "Should I fly a little lower? We've already announced that this is a fighter jet exercise and won't cause any disturbance to ordinary residents or tourists."
"No need, you can go back."
The monkeys of Qiupu lament their sorrow at night, and Huangshan is a place where one can grow old in vain... Huangshan stretches for hundreds of miles, with thousands of mountains and valleys, and is filled with pines. It is a famous scenic spot in the East, so it attracts many tourists.
Huangshan isn't particularly steep, but it's still a 'mountain'. If a fighter jet flies too low, it might attract tourists' attention, and it would be a huge loss if someone lost their footing and fell. Fang Zong jumped directly down, his body transforming into tiny water droplets in the clouds high above. Before they could even coalesce, he used gravity to propel himself swiftly into the mountain stream below. With another step, he appeared discreetly among the tourists climbing the mountain.
Before him stood a small Taoist temple, surrounded by tourists walking or stopping to admire the scenery. Fang Zong felt as if he had suddenly entered real life; he was like an ordinary person, once again immersing himself in the peaceful world before the resurgence of ghostly energy…
"War keeps ordinary people away." Fang Zong chuckled softly. After admiring the scenery for more than two hours, he sat down under a pine tree and fiddled with his phone for another half hour.
"Would you like to offer incense, sir?" a young Taoist priest asked from behind.
Fang Zong tilted his head and smiled, "There's no need to burn incense. It's better to rely on yourself than to pray to the gods. However, you can offer some money for incense."
"Since you don't believe in God, you naturally don't need to offer incense money."
The young Taoist priest chuckled: "Actually, immortals are just powerful beings with supernatural abilities. Every great general in our Eastern Kingdom can be considered an immortal. However, many people are uneasy about it, so they have created a virtual god who is above everything, just to seek peace of mind."
"Hey, don't forget you're a Taoist priest!"
"Being a Taoist priest is also a job. It's about calming the minds of those who are uneasy, which reduces the occurrence of the Youye Illusionary Realm. We never think of our job as something noble or lowly, like cheating or swindling."
The young Taoist chuckled and pointed to the cliff to the east: "If a Taoist priest can't appease a scoundrel, he can go find a monk. If a monk can't appease him either, he can just jump off from there... Hey, I was just saying. You clearly don't believe in gods, so don't jump, damn it!"
The young Taoist priest watched Fang Zong jump down, finally snapping out of his daze and grabbing him with all his might.
He grabbed Fang Zong's arm with one hand and gripped the pine roots on the cliff edge with the other, straining so hard that his face turned red as he struggled and screamed:
"Help! Someone help me! I can't pull him up..."
Fang Zong: "..."
"Little Taoist priest, have you gone mad?"
"In times of prosperity, we live in seclusion in the mountains; in times of chaos, we heal the sick and save lives. Don't you dare look down on us Taoist priests! Get up there, grab me and climb up, hurry up, don't kill me!"
"Just because you called me 'I,' I was going to give you two cards, but I'll deduct one from your account."
Fang Zong laughed and his body suddenly disappeared. The little Taoist priest felt a blur before his eyes and was suddenly on the ground, holding a bank card in his hand.
Ten minutes later, after calming down, the young Taoist priest checked the balance of the anonymous bank card on his phone and ran down the mountain shouting, "Good deeds are rewarded! Good deeds are rewarded! Ten million! I have ten million now... No, I can't call myself 'I' anymore. Originally, the two cards had twenty million. Waaaaah, I'm a multi-millionaire now! I'll go home and take care of my mother. I'm not a Taoist priest anymore!"
"Amitabha Buddha".
The two middle-aged Taoist priests behind them looked at each other with bitter smiles on their faces.
“We Taoist priests are really too poor,” one of them murmured with a sigh.
Another middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the cliff that Fang Zong jumped off and spat, "That's right, how can they compare to the monks who are rolling in money? Their big heads are covered with layers of fat that are still shining. We finally found one with wisdom, but he got away with the card that the thug in the suit gave him."
"The thugs in suits are a reward for Guiyuan's good deeds. Ten million is not much for a selfless act of saving others. Oh well, let's just consider it Guiyuan's experience in the world."
The two middle-aged Taoist priests exchanged a smile, then followed Fang Zong down the cliff and disappeared into the clouds.
Many people enjoy the feeling of bungee jumping, and Fang Zong used to enjoy it too. However, as his strength increased, it became almost impossible for him to experience that feeling of weightlessness that caused his endocrine system to surge.
But this time, Fang Zong experienced that feeling again.
Fang Zong screamed excitedly, staring at the cloud of smoke and mist that looked like a silhouette in front of him, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head and his soul was about to burst out of his head.
"Thump!" It landed directly on the ground.
When it landed, it was a vast, silvery-white ocean.
It was all silvery white. Fang Zong squatted down and grabbed a little bit of the silvery white stuff. He found it was fine sand. The sand slid through his fingers with a very delicate and soft feel, just like clear spring water slipping through his fingers.
He took a step forward, then suddenly stopped, sending up a terrifying sandstorm that stretched for thousands of meters in radius.
"This step took me five hundred miles?" Fang Zong was astonished, because the teleportation technique he had just used had produced a terrifying effect that was amplified hundreds of times.
He took another step, another 500 li, and arrived at the edge of the silvery-white sand sea. A little girl squatted on the edge of the sand sea, looking up at him with an adorable yet slightly silly expression.
"Who are you?"
The little girl blinked. "This is the first time I've ever seen someone walk in the sand! Big brother, you're so amazing..."
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