Chapter 29 Vascular Nerve
Many Federation history books refer to that battle as the Day of Demonic Tribulation, and Jing Daoxian earned the nickname "Demon King." At that time, the Federation lacked the number of epic-level experts it possesses today. Killing twenty-seven of them in a row wiped out nearly half of humanity's power, setting humanity's entire power back by at least ten years.
Zhou Wen stared at the old man in front of him. He really couldn't connect this sick old man with the legendary man who was as terrifying as a devil.
"Are you the Demon King Jing Daoxian?" Zhou Wen was not afraid of being imprisoned, because he knew very well that fear would have no effect at all.
"Are you willing to take it now?" Jing Daoxian looked at Zhou Wen with a smile.
"Yes." Zhou Wen answered without hesitation. He didn't want to die at the hands of this big devil.
When Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen's answer, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him and said, "You say you want it, but you don't want it in your heart. Even if you take it, I'm afraid you won't practice it."
"Is this guy crazy?" Zhou Wen thought to himself, "Of course I won't practice it. If that Heavenly Demon True Solution is really the Qi Skill of a great devil like you, then if I practice it, the federal government will think I have some connection to you and will put me on the wanted list as well."
Jing Daoxian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He put the notebook back into his arms and took out something else instead.
It was a purple metal box, somewhat like copper, but not as shiny as copper, with a dull matte texture.
The metal box is very square, only as big as a cigarette box, and looks very small and exquisite. There are some strange and confusing patterns engraved on the top of the box, and three words are arranged in a vertical line in the middle.
"The Mysterious Scripture!" Zhou Wen recognized the three words on it, but he didn't know what they meant.
The old man brought the small purple metal box to Zhou Wen and opened the top lid with his fingers. Only then did Zhou Wen realize that it was not a box at all, but pieces of purple metal connected together, just like a bunch of purple metal business cards.
The purple metal sheets were very thin, and there were thirteen of them. Each sheet was engraved with many tiny words. Because the words were too small, Zhou Wen could not see what was written on them.
Jing Daoxian opened the purple metal piece, but did not read the words on it. He just shook it in front of Zhou Wen, then folded it together again, turning it into a purple metal block the size of a cigarette box, and then put it in Zhou Wen's hand.
"This records a secret of vital energy, which is very interesting. Take it back and practice it slowly." Jing Daoxian smiled strangely, revealing his white teeth, which made Zhou Wen feel a little uneasy.
Jing Daoxian stuffed the Mixian Sutra into Zhou Wen's hand, then he hunched his body, coughed lightly, and walked away step by step on the long street, and soon disappeared in the dark street.
Only then did Zhou Wen feel the invisible force on his body dissipate and he regained control of his body. He glanced at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, but could no longer see his figure. He quickly lowered his head to look at the metal piece in his mind.
"History books say that Jing Daoxian has a capricious personality and does things based on his personal preferences. Today I see that it is indeed true." The legendary Jing Daoxian was moody and killed people as easily as eating and drinking. He had no moral concepts at all. Zhou Wen didn't believe that Jing Daoxian would be so kind, so when they met by chance, he gave him an advanced Qi technique.
Zhou Wen looked at the metal piece over and over again, but didn't find anything special. If you didn't open it, it looked like a metal cigarette box.
After thinking about it, Zhou Wen did not open it to read the contents of "Mysterious Immortal Scripture". He had a mysterious mobile phone and the Sun-Shooting Art, and was destined to become a strong man. There was no need for him to take the risk to practice the Yuanqi Art given to him by the great devil Jing Daoxian.
After hesitating for a moment while holding the metal piece, Zhou Wen carefully put it into his pocket.
Firstly, he was afraid that Jing Daoxian was still spying nearby. If he threw it away now, Jing Daoxian might get angry and kill him to vent his anger.
Secondly, Zhou Wen didn't know if there were any harmful mechanisms in the Mixian Sutra. If he threw it away casually, it might harm others.
After taking another look at the direction where Jing Daoxian disappeared, Zhou Wen turned around and continued walking towards the supermarket.
As Zhou Wen turned to leave, Jing Daoxian, who was on another street, raised his lips slightly in a strange sneer. "I was initially quite fond of you, so I offered you an opportunity. I never thought you were just an ordinary person. No one can live comfortably in this world after rejecting me, Jing Daoxian. If you practice the Mi Xian Sutra, you will die. If you don't practice it, you will also die. Blame yourself for not knowing what's good for you."
Suddenly, Jing Daoxian frowned slightly: "They caught up so soon?"
After saying that, Jing Daoxian walked towards the other end of the city and soon disappeared into the night of the city.
Zhou Wen had not walked far when he suddenly saw several people running towards him on the street ahead. They were wearing black uniforms that looked somewhat like police uniforms, but also somewhat different. Zhou Wen looked at them carefully but could not recognize what kind of uniforms they were.
The group included both men and women, most of whom looked to be in their twenties or thirties. The leader was a man in his thirties with a fair face and a mustache. He was thin, with a slightly hooked nose and eyes as sharp as knives.
"Classmate, when you came from the front, did you see an old man in his seventies or eighties?" The group of people ran past Zhou Wen, but no one looked at him at all. However, not long after they ran past, the man in the lead suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Zhou Wen, and asked.
"It seems there is such an old man, and he went over there." Zhou Wen pointed in the direction where Jing Daoxian left.
The man looked at Zhou Wen again, then nodded, said thank you, and then led a group of men and women in uniform to chase in the direction Zhou Wen pointed.
Zhou Wen waited until they were far away before turning around and leaving quickly. He really didn't want to get involved in such trouble. Going to school and playing games quietly was the life he pursued.
This time he finally made it to the supermarket smoothly and bought enough food. Zhou Wen returned home as usual and continued his monster-killing career in the game.
Zhou Wen played until after one in the middle of the night, and then he forced himself to put down his phone and lie down on the bed to sleep.
Zhou Wen's sleep quality has always been good, which may be related to his talent. Zhou Wen can quickly get into the state when studying and fall asleep easily. He falls asleep within three seconds after lying on the bed.
Zhou Wen originally thought that he would sleep until dawn like before, but today he only woke up in the middle of the night and felt something was wrong with his body.
In the past, when Zhou Wen went to sleep, he would sleep until dawn unless someone woke him up. But today was a little different. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but Zhou Wen woke up.
(End of this chapter)
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