Seducing Goddesses With My Infinite Wealth-Chapter 41: Hitman Sued God as His Assassination Target Had Plot Armor

Chapter 41 - Hitman Sued God as His Assassination Target Had Plot Armor

Chapter 41 - Hitman Sued God as His Assassination Target Had Plot Armor

100 spirit stones were just chump change for Fu Tong. However, for these NPCs, they were life-changers. Some bandits could turn a new leaf and live a humble life for the rest of their lives. A cultivator could also use them to improve their strength or exchange them for a graded treasure.

As soon as the offer dropped, many men from several tables stood and offered their booked rooms.

"I have a single room! I'll take the offer!"

"No, I have booked a 4-man room. We will give up ours for your spirit stones!"

"Screw you all! I have booked a room with a double bed. I'll also let you sleep with my partner!"

"DAFUQ! Selling your own wife?!"

The tavern was in chaos. Men began arguing and raising their voices.

Fu Tong sighed and was about to take one of their offers. But as he was approaching the single room guy, the corners of his eyes noticed a beggar at the corner of the tavern. He had a ragged cloak covering his head and face, but his eyes glowed in the shadow.

Noticing the beggar, Fu Tong paused as he recognized him. Without hesitation, he fetched a karma coin and turned it into an energy needle, preparing to kill the person on the spot.

That was the protagonist of the first Chapter, "Long Hao".

Just as Fu Tong was about to send the needle toward the protagonist, an elderly man next to him coughed.

"Young man. If you exude such a killing intent, the others will feel uncomfortable. There is no need for bloodshed, is there?"

Fu Tong was startled. He turned around and found an elderly abbot, who had occupied a table with the other monks. Despite being bald, he had a perfectly smooth white full beard that reached his chest and thick eyebrows that covered half of his eyes. The abbot's orange attire hid compact muscles and a firm, healthy body underneath. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Different from the others, he exuded the aura of a quasi-immortal. The others on the same table were also as impressive as the weakest among them were nascent soul cultivators.

Fu Tong couldn't recall that the abbot of Nine Bell Monastery, Kong Xuan, would visit the Divine Cloud Sect in the game during this period. He wondered what went wrong, or the scenarios had changed.

Giving the monastery abbot's face, Fu Tong cupped his fist and paid respect.

"I'm very sorry. I smelled blood, so I acted on impulse."

The abbot laughed. "Sometimes, we stain our hands because of necessity or accidents. If possible, let's avoid bloodshed. We don't know if the person has done it because he wanted to or he had to."

"... You're very wise."

Fu Tong deeply sighed. He could have ignored the abbot's advice and killed Long Hao right there, but provoking the monastery would also offend their allies in the higher realms, who possessed authority over karma coins. They could easily disable his coin functions on a whim, and he wouldn't be able to use them as weapons ever again.

The abbot gestured for Fu Tong to take the same table.

"If it's no trouble, how about you rest in our reserved room for the night? We have booked a large room for our 10 people, but there are only six of us. We have enough space to accommodate you, if you don't mind."

"Then, I'll take that offer. Also, please accept my donation."

The abbot and the monks brightly smiled and accepted his 'donation' with their alms. However, Fu Tong secretly dropped a karma coin in the abbot's alms.

The abbot noticed it and gave Fu Tong a meaningful look. He slowly nodded.

"By chance, are you cursed or in need of help?"

Fu Tong wryly smiled. The abbot was too sharp.

"It's a karmic curse. By chance, Grandmaster Kong Xuan, do you know anything about the Laws of Causality?"

Kong Xuan solemnly stroked his beard. He pondered hard and shook his head.

"Never heard of it before. Well, come. Sit down and tell us about it. Maybe we can help."

The abbot seemed to know nothing about the causality term. He wished to talk more about it and consult with the abbot. However, too many ears were eavesdropping. Fu Tong dodged the topic for the moment.

"It's fine. Nothing is serious. I just need to do some good deeds and remove it."

"If the removing method is that simple, you should focus on doing good deeds, then." Kong Xuan laughed.

The monks and Fu Tong shared food and drinks. They also introduced each other.

While chatting, the abbot sent a telepathic message to Fu Tong's mind. He asked.

'Junior Fu, it has been on my mind since we first met, but could you enlighten me why you want to kill the person at the corner so bad? What's the real reason?'

Fu Tong coughed and gave the abbot a meaningful look. He covered his throat and replied with the same voice transmission technique.

'That person is a reincarnation of an immortal. He was a criminal who killed his own kin and stole his family's heirloom. And now, he has become a mortal. Instead of repenting for his sins, he covets the Divine Cloud Sect's treasures. He is going to pretend to join the sect so he can infiltrate the mountain and steal the item.'

Long Hao was a valiant warrior in his previous life. However, he fell for the schemes of his elder brother, causing the death of his sister, and was framed as a criminal. Like typical martial artist protagonists, he got a second chance in life, and he swore to slaughter everybody who got in his way of revenge, including his own parents and siblings who sided with his elder brothers.

As reality and the circulated information in the immortal realm didn't match, Fu Tong told the abbot the publicly known version to avoid future troubles.

The abbot raised an eyebrow.

'You know a lot. Are you also a reincarnator from the higher realm?'

'Yes, I am, and I'm on a mission to hunt down these criminals.'

'There is more than one?'

'Yes. Seven of them, no six now since I have already apprehended one. This doesn't include rogue immortals in this mortal world.'

'Amitabha.'

Kong Xuan gave Fu Tong a meaningful look and asked.

'Are you from the Lu Clan or the Imperial Palace?'

Again, someone mistook him as a person from the Lu Clan. Fu Tong covered his mouth and coughed.

'Yes. My real name is Lu Bu, the Marquis of Duting, and the Flying General.'

The monk stopped asking. He only sighed and muttered to Fu Tong.

"Your mission is too grand for me to criticize. I shall pray for you. I hope you find lights and salvation at the end of your thorny paths."

"...Thank you, Grandmaster."

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The day quickly passed by. The next day's morning, the abbot and the monks parted with Fu Tong and went on their ways. As for Fu Tong, he followed the road and arrived at a plaza that connected to the entrance of the sect.

The entire mountain was enclosed in a semi-transparent array barrier, which protected the sect from infiltration and outsiders. Only those with the sect's tokens could leave or enter.

Hundreds of cultivators and commoners gathered at the plaza before the sunrise. Some couldn't sleep last night as they were excited about the trials ahead and the promising future.

While Fu Tong joined the crowd and waited for the event, Long Hao also joined them. As if Long Hao could sense Fu Tong's ill intention, he hid among the crowd, not opening a room for an ambush.

Fu Tong's eyes swept through the crowd and noticed Long Hao's glare. He sneered.

The penalty mission might end early.