You old bald donkey are not worthy of talking to me!
[You gather all the hungry people and the people of Nanzhou to practice together, organize these practitioners into an army, and name it the "Heavenly Hungry Army"]
[You and Tianjizi led the army to start an uprising in the name of the governor of Nanzhou. Wherever you went, you killed corrupt officials, local nobles, and evil spirits in various places. Your reputation gradually grew.]
[The imperial court gradually noticed you and sent troops and pardoned gods to encircle and suppress you]
[You find that your military management system is outdated, and that the governor of Nanzhou and General Chen are indeed useless.]
[The Lord of Nanzhou has the same [sickly] character as your Heroic Spirit due to his compatibility with the Heavenly Lord; and General Chen is only brave for a short time, with a simple mind and strong limbs. All the plans that won him military exploits were planned by Miss Chen. Now that Miss Chen has been lost, Nanzhou is in chaos.]
[Fortunately, you learned a lot when you were on the run in your previous life, and you have a "little understanding" of military affairs and management. In addition, your father Chu Wanshu, who can become an amazing minister, is planning thousands of miles away and helps manage various affairs.]
[You killed gods along the way, and Tianjizi was deceived by you and betrayed Tianzun to work with you, even wasting his life to forcibly recruit the power of heaven and earth to summon a large number of Yellow Turban warriors to join the army, train the army, and predict good and bad luck for the army, delay disasters and avoid misfortunes, and predict the future with Tianji.]
[You have killed lives on a large scale, and are imbued with the malice and blood of all living beings. You have also paid the price for the blood and malice of the people.]
[The blood and demonic energy are entangled in your body. Even with your cultivation and endurance, it is difficult to support it after a long period of high-intensity fighting. However, you try your best to hold on in order to obtain a higher legendary score for your simulated identity, and it is not noticeable at all.]
[Because of your prestige and achievements in battle, as well as your benevolent deeds, people call you "Du Nan Dao Jun". All the people have long heard of your great name and hope that you will fight their way to their homeland as soon as possible, save them from their suffering, and incorporate them into the Tianjie Army, so that everyone can practice martial arts and live a happy life, and together put an end to the chaotic world.]
[You quickly invaded Shangjing]
[The battle scene has ended, the idle mode is suspended, please continue simulating...]
Wu Ci's eyes sank, and soon he felt the pain throughout his body.
The skin on his body was cracked like porcelain, with cracks as dense and repetitive as a spider web. Black demonic energy and red blood energy flowed through his body through these cracks, like hot magma constantly flowing, stimulating his nerve pain. The sharp auditory hallucinations in his ears were constantly shouting incomprehensible mixed gibberish.
"Friend Chu, Friend Chu, are you okay?" Tianjizi's worried voice came through layers of overlapping noises and mutterings, as if floating from far away in the sky.
Wu Ci, who had just returned to his body, was stunned for a moment and did not respond in time, so Tianjizi's voice became increasingly angry.
"Don't help others bear the malice and anger of living beings anymore! I'll do it for you! Your body won't last much longer! I've calculated your fate, and now your life span is shortened. You may not even live past the age of 19, and you won't live more than three months! Besides, doesn't it hurt?!" He became more and more angry as he spoke, and he simply reached out and grabbed Wu Ci, hugging his waist to prevent him from leaving.
The evil spirit gradually infected Tianjizi's body, which was short of life and had hidden injuries all over. He suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of dark red blood mixed with dirty fragments. It was heartbreaking, but he still held Wuci tightly.
"No... no problem, let go." Wu Ci immediately practiced the "Heavenly Scripture" to devour the evil spirit and transfer it into his own body, and pulled his vocal cords to try to push Tianjizi away.
But as soon as he spoke, he suddenly found that his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows. As his vocal cords vibrated, the dry and stinging smell of blood in his throat became stronger.
It was painful...but it was still within Wu Ci's tolerable range. He would not lose the ability to move due to this level of pain.
Although he is afraid of pain as an ordinary person, he has become accustomed to the feeling of pain after being arrested and imprisoned in a special prison for a "performance" of torture in his previous life.
So according to the context, is he now going to absorb the blood and energy of the people who form the army?
He must go... These are all about power and fame. He imitated a heroic spirit just for this. He even planned to commit suicide when he gained enough fame. The more grand the death, the better. What's the point of living a long life? How could he let Tianjizi snatch his fame midway?
Wu Ci patted Tianjizi's head and whispered, "Pain means life. I am also an ordinary person, so I am naturally still afraid of pain. But I will not avoid pain, but will take the initiative to face it. This allows me to stay sober in my resentment towards this world.
Don't worry, I will live, and I will live to take revenge and change the world."
Tianjizi shouted angrily, "If you continue like this, you will definitely die! If the demonic energy explodes, you will die even sooner!"
Wu Ci lowered his head helplessly and gently held up the Taoist boy's face, whose eyes were covered with white silk, with his cracked hands.
——The hollow eye sockets of Bai Ling were moistened because of “seeing” his stubbornness and what would happen in the future, but no tears flowed. Only tears of blood dyed the pale faces of Bai Ling and the young Taoist red.
During this period, Tianjizi also paid a heavy price.
His young face had long since turned into that of a young man, but Wu Ci knew that this was just the effect of the appearance of Tianzun's disciples who had reached a certain age, and their appearance would remain intact until death.
Only his completely gray hair revealed that Tianjizi's life span had run out during the uprising.
"I don't care about this outcome, and neither will Tianzun. It's just like you don't care too much about your eyes, and you don't care about yourself."
Wu Ci said softly, "No one cares about their own sacrifice. Everyone thinks their sacrifice is meaningful. You shouldn't reject others' sacrifice from your own perspective.
I hope you will not insist on saving the life you wish to keep, as this will only make you appear weak, Fellow Daoist Tianji."
Without any euphemisms, the main point is: I can do whatever I want, don't fucking get in my way.
It's a pity that Wu Ci's habitual euphemism and hypocritical restraint in order not to offend anyone prevented Tianjizi, "the smartest person in the Tianji Sect in the past hundred years, which is full of stupid beauties," from grasping the key point.
Tianjizi only understood that Wuci had great righteousness in his heart, was willing to sacrifice himself, and could not bear to see others sacrifice themselves.
He completely forgot about the "respect" that every disciple and follower of Tianzun cares about the most. Just like his youth, he clung to Wuci's waist and started to make a scene like a scoundrel, "No! Although Tianzun can have other followers, this has nothing to do with Tianzun! You are my friend... I can't just watch you, Chu Daoyou, seek your own death and do nothing!"
"Fellow Taoist Tianji... please don't make things difficult for me, okay?" Wu Ci patted the blind Taoist's face with the back of his hand as if he were patting a puppy.
His expression was so serious and helpless, his tolerant smile remained the same, but he seemed to be really in an awkward situation.
Tianjizi looked up at him, and Wuci smiled back.
At this moment, Tianjizi suddenly realized that Wu Ci, who was younger than him in body, was actually taller than him, so he subconsciously hugged Wu Ci's waist and acted naughty, but the soul in this body was just like an elder who was tolerant of him and told him not to mess around.
He suddenly became very sad.
He is too irrational. Even if all his disciples and elders died and he was the only one left, he could only barely maintain the behavior of Tianji Sect because he has no way out and he is the only one left.
But what is he doing now? Is he hoping to get the result he wants by acting like a spoiled brat and making trouble for his elders?
This is not true.
Before his death, the master entrusted him with the position of Tianjizi, saying that he was fully capable of taking over and that he had definitely deceived him because there was absolutely no other successor to choose from.
In fact, he is too naive and not worthy of being the Son of Heaven.
If Tianzun had other choices, he would definitely choose someone like Fellow Daoist Chu, right?
He calculated Chu Daoyou's age in his previous life, and found that he was only two years older than him, yet he was so much better than him.
The blind Taoist hung his head in despair, buried his head sadly in Wuci's waist, and said in a low voice, "But I don't want you to die."
Wu Ci, whose entire body was in constant pain due to the cracks in the demonic energy, was somewhat dulled to other senses. It took him a while to react and realize that he should continue his performance.
These young children love to act coquettishly just like the black cat.
However... maybe it was because the pain made his perception dull, or maybe it was because the scholar's green robe was thicker than his shirt, Wu Ci did not feel the blind Taoist's breath and body temperature like a black cat.
She is like a lost puppy who can be seen through at a glance, and she does not disgust him like the moody cannibal Black Cat, so even her slightly unreasonable and mischievous behavior is still cute and moving.
Wu Ci likes all pretty little things that are docile and under his control, who are well-behaved and lovable, but can be strangled to death without any scruples if they anger him.
He looked down from above, with a rare bit of sincerity, and reached out to hold the blind Taoist's head, rubbing the back of the Taoist's head lovingly like a puppy, and chuckled, "I understand your feelings, but, even if we die, our souls will eventually meet again, right?"
He was talking about waiting a few hundred years for Tianjizi to become a heroic spirit, and after hearing this, Tianjizi thought that after their death their souls would return to Tianzun's kingdom of God to reunite.
Tianjizi said angrily, "We will indeed meet again in Tianzun's kingdom of God, but this does not mean that Fellow Daoist Chu can ignore your own life."
"Some things have to be done by someone. Caring too much about what you have lost will only make you weaker." Wu Ci shook his head and pushed Tianjizi away.
He did not ask Tianjizi where the Tianye Army that needed to devour blood and energy was, but went to look for it himself.
"Master Chu!"
Wu Ci was walking on the street wearing a Dou-li hat when a young man in a brocade robe called out to him from the city wall.
It was Xie Nanting, the governor of Nanzhou.
Perhaps because the father of this simulated identity also had the surname Chu, in order to distinguish him, Xie Nanting no longer called him Mr. Chu as he did before, but called him Taoist Chu.
After all, the name given to him by the people is "Du Nan Dao Jun".
"Why is Lord Xie here?" Wu Ci asked.
"Mr. Chu Wanshu asked someone to check the damage to the tower. I just wanted to come up and take a look, so I asked the maid to go to dinner." Xie Nanting asked Wu Ci while lying on the wall, "Is Taoist Master Chu going to the palace again?"
"The palace?"
"The Imperial Master of Tiande Temple is not in Shangjing City, so the monks in Tiande Temple have retreated to the palace to protect the emperor, hoping to delay until the Imperial Master returns. The Tianye Army has just raided Tiande Temple and is pursuing the victory to attack the palace. I was just planning to come to you and Taoist Master Tianjizi."
Wu Ci paused, "Tian De Temple must have had a trump card to survive for so long, and the Tian Shi Army is now attacking the palace without me and Taoist Tian Jizi? Who gave them the order?"
"Wasn't it you, Taoist Chu, who gave the order?" Xie Nanting was puzzled.
"My order?"
"You didn't - eh!?" Xie Nanting's neck was suddenly grabbed by a skinny hand from behind.
"It was the poor monk who gave the order."
On the city wall, the Imperial Master of Tiande Temple, wearing a gorgeous red cassock, reassembled his body as the flesh and blood flowed under Xie Nanting's neck.
Xie Nanting's eyes widened, he had no idea when the Imperial Master possessed him and affected his thoughts and memory.
But he had no time to think, as most of his flesh and blood was stripped off and turned into the body of the Imperial Master, leaving only the beautiful head that looked like the one favored by the Heavenly Lord, which was thrown from the city wall by the Imperial Master's dry hand.
The head fell to the ground, and the face covered with dust slowly rolled to Wu Ci's feet.
Perhaps the Imperial Master had deliberately left a little life for Xie Nanting and didn't let him die immediately. The head struggled and whispered, "Chu... Taoist Priest Chu... the list of sacrifices in my warehouse... help..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Nanting fell silent.
Wu Ci hesitated for a moment, picked up the head, and wiped the dust off its face with his sleeve.
He didn't care whether there was any conspiracy by the imperial master on the skull. He just picked it up and planned to find a place to bury the skull later.
Miss Chen is right. Xie Nanting, who inherited the title from his ancestors, is indeed not very useful and is not considered a capable person.
But at least he was righteous.
Just in this respect, Xie Nanting was superior to most of the humans Wu Ci had met in his life.
The Imperial Master standing above chanted a Buddhist name, "Chu Ci, I have heard of your name before. You must be the remnant of the Tianji Dao."
Wu Ci held Xie Nanting's head and looked up at the Imperial Master with an unhappy expression, "What do you mean?"
The national teacher said in a deep voice, "Only the 12 Mysterious Spirits are orthodox. Ying Yuan Ji Xing Tian Zun is a variable who wants to break the existing system. Every time the demonic energy erupts, the first to be infected are his followers and disciples. However, he does not care about the people and uses any means to allow his followers and disciples to use the demonic energy to disrupt the order of the mortal world and seize the opportunity to seize the Mysterious Spirit Heavenly Dao. Therefore, he is the evil demon.
I advise you to take care of yourself and turn back, otherwise when the evil spirit explodes, those soldiers and innocent people will die because of you."
There is a conflict between what the Imperial Master and Tianjizi said, but judging from what happened to Miss Chen before, it is true that the Heavenly Master allows his followers to use demonic energy.
If Wu Ci continues to use magic energy, he will die from the explosion of magic energy like last week, and may even infect the people around him.
What the national teacher said makes a lot of sense.
He sent all the Tianke troops and monks to the palace, leaving only the witch with evil spirits. This method of avoiding infection by evil spirits also proved that the imperial teacher did not completely ignore the people.
But this old bald donkey almost embarrassed Wu Ci in the first round, forcing him to commit suicide on the spot to save his dignity.
Wu Ci is a dark and treacherous person who holds grudges.
He nodded, and said in a very Tianzun-like manner, "What you said makes sense, but the ugly ghost and the old bald donkey are not worthy of talking to me."
The Dragon Slaying Sword was unsheathed instantly!
[You killed the old imperial master with your sword, but because you used too much blood and energy, your body lost balance, causing the demonic energy to explode and turn into an evil demon.]
[You lost control of your simulated identity, and you began to slaughter all living things in sight, spreading the evil spirit throughout the world]
[As you kill more, the demonic energy in you becomes stronger and stronger, and no one in the world can defeat you. Tianjizi and Chu Wanshu reluctantly gather the Tianjie Army to offer sacrifice to Ying Yuanjixing Tianzun. The 90 million Tianjie Army attracts the Tianzun's attention, and all of them will die with you.]
[End of this simulation]
【Welcome back】
[Preparing to merge this simulated memory]
Wuci lay on the floor, silent as a corpse under the infusion of soul memories.
He felt like a dead fish out of the water.
Blood gushed from his facial features, and his soul trembled from the pressure.
Every soul concentration was painful, but this time, the reason why he didn't react was not because he didn't feel any pain, but because his brain was overloaded and couldn't function at all. Even his subconscious breathing and heartbeat stopped.
His memory after being possessed by the devil was extremely confused. The only thing he could remember clearly was... his last look before death.
The sky was torn apart, and in the dark starry sky, a cyan eye looked down from outside the sky, casting a cold and sad gaze.
It's Tianzun...
Tianzun, like the other 12 mysterious spirits, could not directly interfere in the mortal world, but Tianjizi established contact with them at the cost of 90 million Tianjie troops, in exchange for Tianzun's attention.
At that moment, everyone turned into ashes, the floor shattered and sank, and the Qian Dynasty came to an end...
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