A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 886 - 872: The Gong Beater

Anthony saw that Baiyu was not making a move, and finally let out a sigh of relief. This bastard attacked without a word, and his strength was terrifyingly strong. If the other party insisted on dealing with him, he might not last more than a few moves.

It's a pity for his Bright Silver Armor, which had been blessed by a Priest and fortified by the power accumulated over generations, showing signs of becoming a Sealing Object.

Yet it was cut open by this guy with a single strike.

"Master, expert, senior..." Anthony quickly spoke up.

However, Baiyu unceremoniously said, "Stop with the senior nonsense. Do I look that old? Hurry up, or else I don't mind cutting you down with a single stroke."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Anthony hastily nodded. The situation was more powerful than the person, and he spoke rapidly, "That water in the bowl is really wicked. You must have seen the image of that old Monk, right? He was trying to liberate the water in the bowl, but he failed right up until his death, leaving behind an unresolved obsession.

When we entered the temple, we found that this place was not ordinary, and no one dared to approach recklessly. Despite being very cautious, we still fell for it. Once you get close to the mat, everyone loses their senses and starts to kill each other.

The last one standing would then go and drink that bowl of water. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

However, after drinking it, the person would simply evaporate into thin air, leaving no trace. I was on lookout duty and keeping watch behind them, so I stayed outside the temple gate and escaped unharmed!"

Anthony had lingering fears, with a look of intense fear in his eyes. Such an expression could not possibly be faked, and Baiyu didn't doubt what he said.

The bowl...

Baiyu suspected it wasn't related to the water but to that blue and white porcelain bowl.

The ancient-looking blue and white porcelain bowl had a brush painting of a landscape on it. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. To understand it, he needed to get closer, but Baiyu upheld the principle that one wouldn't die if one didn't court death, so he dared not approach.

He came to the Blessed Land seeking fortune, to see if there was an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, not to risk his life.

Just as Baiyu was thinking of slipping away and making a quick exit.

With a crack, the wooden door on the outermost layer of the temple was kicked open by a burly man, and a group of murderous people rushed in. Most of these people had the appearance of those from the Free Federation, all of them with ferocious faces and hairy chests.

"This haunted place got two of us killed. I want to see what's inside." The burly leader carried a Ghost Head Ring Saber, speaking angrily. It seemed this group had encountered quite a few things along the mountain path.

Baiyu quietly hid on the rooftop. At this moment, he had moved to another temple, just in time to see this group heading to the center. He wanted to warn them, but Anthony quickly pulled him back, "This man is Demon Blade Kenny, naturally violent and fond of human flesh. He was already a Tier Four Peak Martial Artist long ago. If you jump out now and disrupt his good work, he'll attack without a word."

Baiyu found Anthony's tone to be genuine and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Is this Demon Blade really that famous?"

"Yes, over in the Free Federation, he's quite a character, responsible for at least a hundred lives, wanted by the government, yet still living carefree." Anthony confirmed.

That's the norm over in the Free Federation.

Over there, cultivators focus more on themselves, so much so that they can even kill family and friends for their own interests. As a result, most of the tasks to eliminate fugitives fall on the government. However, the government is understaffed and unwilling to offer big rewards, allowing these fugitives to gain more notoriety and become even more untouchable.

There are even some psycho killers holding murder competitions.

To think that the Free Federation had so many people infiltrating the Blessed Land this time made Baiyu suspect that there might be other entrances to the Blessed Land.

Upon entering the temple, Demon Blade Kenny did not immediately approach the old monk's phantom. Though appearing careless on the surface, his repeated brushes with death and survival proved he was never reckless.

Quickly, the group circled around the old monk's image without discovering anything amiss.

They then meticulously searched the temple, turning everything movable upside down. Eventually, they set their sights on the old monk's image in the center.

Kenny directed two of his men to check it out, and it was as if they had triggered a taboo. The water in the blue and white porcelain bowl suddenly boiled, and a layer of mist shrouded the entire hall. Then the group went mad, attacking their companions.

At this moment, Baiyu understood a bit.

"Was it like this before?" he looked at Anthony next to him, whose expression was one of terror, "Yes, exactly like this, attacking each other like mad. I wasn't covered by the mist then and managed to escape."

He realized that this mist was the cause of the commotion.

Soon the bloody slaughter ended, and the only one left standing was, unsurprisingly, Demon Blade Kenny. His saber wielded with an intimidating murderous aura, and the others were no match. After slicing down his men like chopping vegetables, he strode to the blue and white porcelain bowl, picked it up, and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Baiyu and Anthony both keenly noticed.

The bowl that previously contained clear water had turned into a dark, blood-like red, extremely viscous.

After drinking this unknown liquid, Demon Blade Kenny appeared soulless, standing there dazed.

"September Ninth, the blood thick, drink and you'll go with me."

"September Ninth, the blood thick, drink and you'll go with me."

At this point.

Suddenly from outside the temple came the sound of beating a gong. A crazed old man in ragged beggar's clothes appeared, holding a copper gong, advancing as he banged it. Each time he struck the gong, blood flowed from it, extremely eerie.

Baiyu watched this scene and turned to Anthony, "Did you encounter this earlier? How did this old man beating the gong show up?"

Anthony was equally bewildered, completely clueless.

Baiyu gave up asking further and turned his attention to the temple. As the gong-beater entered the temple, Kenny, like a raging bear, finally started moving, closely following the gong-beater, the two walking step by step out of the temple.

The fog behind them engulfed all the bodies on the ground, swallowing them up without a trace.

In the temple, the blue and white porcelain bowl again filled with clear water, and Baiyu, seeing the scene unfold, squinted his eyes. It was getting weirder and weirder.

In this Blessed Land, just how many strange things are there?