Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 484 - 439: The First Law

In the Mo Yin City domain, a massive wave of Barbaric Yin Soldiers surged like a black tide through the streets, while the residents of this city domain bolted their doors and windows, shivering and praying that these Barbaric Yin Soldiers would not break down their doors.

However, just a few days earlier, the entire Mo Yin City domain had made a rather cold-blooded decision. They had cast out all the individuals struck by the plague into an abandoned village which, unfortunately, was affected by Earth Erosion and became Barbaric land. Those already suffering from illness were dealt a double blow, and after death, the piled-up resentment transformed them into Barbaric Yin Generals who ravaged the city of the living, unleashing a blood-soaked vengeance.

The whole situation escalated so quickly that the Totem Sacred Sect was unable to react in time. These Barbaric Yin Soldiers released a highly toxic mist, forming the Barbaric Poison Fog, which even deeply cultivated individuals dared not approach lightly.

Thus, in a matter of days, Mo Yin City domain became a Mortal Purgatory.

As things evolved beyond control, a Holy Cultivator named Zhuo Feng stepped forward and eradicated a massive number of Barbaric Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals, rescuing the majority of the people in Mo Yin City.

Tongtian City was vast, but the news spread quickly.

Soon, Zhuo Feng's deeds were known throughout the city, and everyone highly admired this young and talented extraordinary man.

"You all don't need to do this, I just did what I should have done," Zhuo Feng stood atop the city walls, only to see the rescued citizens prostrating themselves below.

"But we should do something for you. A Living Bodhisattva like you who relieves suffering, if you accept nothing, it would be hard for our hearts to find peace," said an elderly lady.

Not accepting any incense money felt a bit less efficacious to them, and if their prayers were answered, they felt obliged to offer something in return. This was the common sentiment among the masses, especially in a land where gods genuinely existed, people didn't pay taxes—instead, their major expenditures were offerings to the gods.

"But I'm not any god, just an ordinary Cultivator. Such grand gestures might be too much for me. If you really feel uneasy, whenever you pay homage to your ancestors, also worship the Green-tailed God. I am a descendant of the Green-tailed God, and it is my ancestors' teachings that inspire me to do such things," Zhuo Feng modestly suggested with a very simple request.

Hearing this, the people praised the Cultivator's benevolence even more and agreed to offer tribute to the Green-tailed God.

Satisfied, Zhuo Feng left the city and returned to his mountain residence.

His mountain home was like a tiny fairyland filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, a spiritual treasure within Tongtian City, clearly a luxurious affair, with spiritual charm evaporating far denser than other places.

"Very good, very good, you have become a Living Bodhisattva in people's hearts. With your outstanding ability and your cultivation of virtue in the Mortal World, whether your goodness is true or to offset Heavenly Tribulation, you have done exceedingly well, and I admire you greatly," a voice suddenly appeared above his mountain abode.

Zhuo Feng, with his fine features, was strikingly handsome.

He lifted his fair face searching for the source of the voice in the night sky.

His eyes were exceptional, quickly spotting a hidden figure in the shadows of clouds.

Zhuo Feng stood up and respectfully saluted towards the shadows, saying neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Have my actions stolen the heavenly merits meant for the Heavenly People? If so, I have indeed overstepped."

"Some heavenly merits typically reserved for so-called Saints have indeed been stolen, but not mine," the person beneath the clouds said.

"Then may I ask why the Heavenly Person has come here? What instruction do you have?"

"Earlier, when you were punishing the wicked and eliminating bloodthirsty Demon Cultivators to enhance your own cultivation, none of those Demon Cultivators were left as mortals or invalids by you. You're really special, and you truly have principles. Despite having mastered the Xuantian Saint Technique that could propel you to a meteoric rise, you have only absorbed the cultivation of evil individuals. To date, you have never harmed a single good Cultivator. Normally low-profile, you wouldn't have acted if not for the lives at stake in a city region. You follow your own path and cultivate virtue. It's no exaggeration for people to call you a Living Bodhisattva. Your future Ascension, which is the most challenging Crossing Tribulation for others, will likely be the simplest task for you," the person beneath the clouds said.

"Thank you for the praise, Heavenly Person. While Heavenly Tribulation may not trouble me, there's still the tribulation of humanity. Presumably, Heavenly Person, you have not come to my residence tonight merely to commend me," Zhuo Feng said calmly.

"I originally did not intend to confront you; I could even have recommended you to become a key figure in the Holy State. Alas, with the situation escalating so suddenly, I must eliminate you." Jiang Heng beneath the clouds revealed his true form, then drifted towards the mountain residence.

"So you are the Heavenly Person who scattered the Xuantian Saint Technique among the Mortal World?" Zhuo Feng's gaze was penetrating, watching this once hidden manipulator.

"Oh? You seem aware?" Jiang Heng was somewhat surprised.

Indeed, this young man was different from others, even giving Jiang Heng a more uncontrollable feeling than Leng Shu.

"This Xuantian Saint Technique is indeed good, and I indeed use it. But, as you said, I only absorb the cultivation of those overly evil individuals. Let's say it's just one of my methods to deal with villainy. However, I didn't rely on this method to get to where I am today. Over the years, I have been waiting, waiting for you to appear," Zhuo Feng calmly stated.

Jiang Heng frowned, the other's excessive composure actually made him uncomfortable.

Was he guessed correctly?

He thought he had been clever, mostly like Leng Shu and Hua Ziyang, who only realized at their dying moment that this had been his setup.

Jiang Heng had always been superior, disliking this feeling of being seen on equal footing, so his tone carried a hint of cold anger as he spoke again, "Even if you have guessed it, what can you do? Can you resist?"

"Please instruct me," Zhuo Feng uttered indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heng felt a surge of anger inside.

Now even such riffraff dare to pose in front of me like this!

"I will let you taste despair," Jiang Heng said as he stretched out his hand, slapping down as if swatting a fly, both angry and disgusted that touching his opponent might dirty his hand.

Zhuo Feng showed no fear; suddenly, he drew a Green Blade and with the ghostly charm of his movement technique, he easily broke free from the incoming hand and swung the blade towards Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was shocked!

Something was off about this boy!

He's indeed different from other Gu Inserters!

With one swing of the blade, a brilliant green streak cut through the night sky, its power already enough to harm Jiang Heng. In the next second, a dense flurry of green blades formed a magnificent Eight Diagram in the heavens!

Jiang Heng barely neutralized the first attack, but his face changed immediately upon seeing the hidden pattern of thousands of blades in the Eight Diagram.

While forming a sealing gesture to create a fortress-like barrier, he angrily demanded, "Just who are you??"

"Hmph, did you think as a Falcon Man you wouldn't get your eyes pecked out by falcons?" Zhuo Feng scornfully said, then launched an even fiercer attack. The Green Blade in his hand grew massive as a mountain, slashing at Jiang Heng with high frequency.

Giant silhouettes of green peaks in the sky, occasionally whipping up terrifying storms of green light, made even Jiang Heng, a Heavenly Person, struggle to cope.

Not far away, in a mountain pavilion, Wu Hen and Qingxi were marveling at the scene from a now storm-stripped gazebo. They had originally planned to capture Jiang Heng just as he was finishing his roundup, but they had never expected Jiang Heng to run into such a formidable obstacle!

"This Zhuo Feng is an incredible figure indeed, to swing his blade at a Heavenly Person?" Qingxi was dumbstruck.

How could someone capable of wielding such divine skills still roam among Lower Realm cultivators? He should have ascended to the Upper Realm long ago, engaging in the higher dimensions of cultivation with those Holy Ancestors and gods.

"I have a question now," Wu Hen said, touching his chin.

"What question?"

"Which side should we cheer for?" asked Wu Hen.

Qingxi seriously contemplated this question.

Indeed, Jiang Heng had hit a snag, looking a little embarrassed in the fight, but from their perspective as the indirect beneficiaries, did they hope for the mantis to triumph, or the cicada?

Never had they seen a cicada chase and aggressively beat a mantis!

"Even at Jiang Heng's level, one cannot do as they please; after all, who can be sure the fish in their pond isn't actually a transforming true dragon?" Qingxi remarked.

Wu Hen nodded; such were the Otherworldly Dust's ways, obeying the first Law, invisible at the top of the evolutionary civilization.

"Clearly, Zhuo Feng is a big shot. The fisherman Jiang Heng has been dragged into the water by a giant river creature this time. What caught the creature's eye wasn't the bait Jiang Heng had scattered, but Jiang Heng, the angler on the shore," Wu Hen observed, increasingly alarmed.

Jiang Heng was at a disadvantage in the fight.

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As a Heavenly Person-ranking figure from the Cloud Holy Country, he should be overwhelming these mortal cultivators in the Lower Realm. However, in the Otherworldly Desert Dust, regardless of which evolutionary stratum one belonged to, there's no clear dividing line: cultivation level, grade, realm, life stage, low versus high dimensional, Firefly, Vast Sun... under specific circumstances, the hierarchy of food chains could also be reversed.

"We might need to change our thinking; we're not the opportunistic bird, but the fisherman benefiting from the fight between the snipe and the clam," Qingxi said.

"We'd better cheer for Jiang Heng. If he doesn't show his true skills soon, he might indeed be killed by Zhuo Feng. Speaking of which, Jiang Heng really lacks authority for a Heavenly Person. Couldn't he carry around with him some hundred thousand Holy Martial Soldiers? Being beaten by a Lower Realm cultivator like this, even if he eventually wins, how could he face other Heavenly People in the future?" Wu Hen started to critique.

The situation was becoming complicated. Wu Hen was momentarily at a loss and could only watch as things unfolded.

"Junior brother, should we call for some help?" Qingxi suggested.

"Let's just watch for now; Jiang Heng should have some ultimate skills up his sleeve, let's see if he can turn this disadvantage around," Wu Hen remarked.

Jiang Heng, you'd better be alert!

Your older brother is getting anxious for you!