The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 563 Extraordinary Power Beyond the Path! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

South of East Bairang, in the state of Haryana.

The bright sunshine shone on the Awad Plain, dispelling the fog that had accumulated overnight and illuminating this land that had not yet been polluted by industrialization.

Shadipur village, a village situated on the banks of a river.

The village has fewer than 200 households and a total population of just over 1,300. It is a very ordinary indigenous village in Dongbailang.

The villagers' houses were mostly built using red soil dug from the riverbank, mixed with elephant grass.

This increases the toughness of the earthen walls and also improves the ventilation of the house!
Looking around, apart from a few brick and wood buildings in the very center of the village, the rest are all simple red clay houses.

No matter where you are, no matter how poor a village is, it will never be poor enough for the village chief!
"Da da~!"

"Da da~!"

A horse-drawn carriage with a brass chassis and wheels slowly approached on the dilapidated dirt road outside the village, which was full of potholes.

The carriage wasn't luxurious, but it was very well-made!

The wooden carriage was polished to perfection, without a single flaw, and the edges were carved with luxurious patterns.

The windows on both sides were covered with off-white curtains, while the interior of the carriage was covered with velvet curtains, which not only completely blocked the view from the outside but also provided excellent warmth.

The other parts of the carriage are also carefully designed; they are not luxurious, but they still convey the noble status of the carriage owner!
The appearance of such a horse-drawn carriage outside this backward village quickly attracted the attention of the local villagers.

"This carriage is truly beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than Lord Jagdish's carriage!"

"Look! The wheels are made of brass. One of these wheels is worth a year's income for me!"

"How can such exquisite fabric be used as curtains? It should be offered to the great god Vishdhara!"

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The villagers of Shadipur gradually gathered around, scrutinizing the intruder with gazes that held a variety of meanings.

There is curiosity, desire, fear, jealousy, and occasionally a flash of greed!
"Crack! Crack!"

In the driver's seat at the front of the carriage, a sharp-looking coachman with a revolver at his waist raised his whip and lashed it several times at the approaching crowd.

A cold, piercing gaze swept over them by the coachman, and some of the native villagers showed fear on their faces, backing away in terror.

The southern continent has been colonized for over a hundred years.

Although the villagers had never seen many colonists, they could not distinguish between the Rune and the Intis.

But they knew that these were people even the village chief, Lord Jagdish, couldn't afford to offend!

"Mr. Herder, we've arrived at Shadipur village!"

After deterring the surrounding villagers, the coachman turned around, knocked on the carriage door, and said respectfully.

A moment later, a clear voice rang out from inside the carriage.

"Anjali, wake up, we've arrived."

Inside the carriage, the indigenous girl slowly opened her eyes and climbed off Mu Sheng's lap.

In the dim light.

Looking at that deep and captivating face, Anjali always felt a hazy sense of unreality.

The past few days have felt like a dream to her!
A young indigenous girl from a remote rural area meets a handsome and wealthy young master from the suzerain state on her first occasion while serving guests at a hotel.

Not only did he help her cure her mother's illness, but he also bought her clothes and jewelry and took her to various high-end places.

This dreamlike story of a domineering young master falling in love with a waitress completely captivated the heart of this native girl!

These past few days, Anjali has been particularly worried every time she goes to sleep, fearing that all of this is just a dream!

'Thank goodness it's not; even if it is, at least he's not awake yet!'

Anjali's face blossomed into a sweet smile, and she tilted her head back to give Musheng a sweet kiss.

Mu Sheng touched the native girl's cheek and said with a smile, "We have arrived at the entrance of Shadipur Village. Bain doesn't know which way to go and needs you to give him directions."

Upon hearing that she had arrived at her hometown, Anjali's smile gradually faded, and she nodded seriously.

"Yes, Master Victory, I'll go out and give directions to Bane the coachman. You can rest inside. I'll call you when we get there!"

After saying that, Anjali gave him another kiss, then opened the car door and got out.

Soon, the carriage began to move slowly!

"Da da~!"

"Da da~!"

Inside the carriage, Mu Sheng's gaze pierced through the vehicle and fell upon the impoverished and backward village outside.

The rugged dirt road, the mud houses, the ignorant and blind villagers, and the children with runny noses.

It looks worse than the rural mountain areas of the 1970s and 80s!

No wonder so many indigenous people of East Bairan were willing to go to the cities built by the colonists to work as servants.

Don't think that being a servant is a good job. This is not the Kingdom of Rune. Servants and handymen are all employed.

In East Bailang, the indigenous people were already considered the lowest class.

Just like the Watson Hotel where Anjali joined, although she didn't sign any contract of servitude, the work she did was essentially selling herself as a prostitute.

She was lucky; on her first visit to a guest, she met Musheng, who happened to be interested in the Vishdhara god she was talking about.

I just helped her escape her low-class status!
This is also common in hotels; some guests, satisfied with the service, will take these local maids with them.

In any case, this land has never lacked poor but beautiful girls!
"Isn't that Anjali from the Maniha family?"

"Anjali? Lakshmi's daughter? Maniha's granddaughter?"

Now that you mention it, it does look somewhat similar!

"Why is she back? And so rich now? She must have hooked up with a foreign tycoon!"

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Although Anjali Singh was only nine years old when she left the village, some villagers still recognized her face.

The news that Maniha's granddaughter had made a fortune and returned to the village quickly spread throughout the entire village of Shadipur.

Inside a dilapidated mud house on the west side of the village.

Upon hearing the news, after confirming several times that no one was playing a trick on her, the old woman Maniha's expression immediately turned to ecstatic joy.

"Okay! Great!"

With her gray hair, a lucky mole on her forehead, and a plump figure, Maniha was so happy that she started dancing with joy.

What could be more joyful than someone in your family making a fortune?

In her excitement, the old woman Maniha completely forgot that her granddaughter had fled the village because she was going to be sold to become a goddess.

"Quick! Quick! I need to get dressed up nicely, put on my prettiest clothes, and welcome my dear granddaughter!"

Maniha returned to the house with a cheerful smile and began to groom his old face.

"How can this old woman be so lucky? How could she encounter such a good thing? Vishdra, open your eyes and take a look!"

"The women in the Singh family are just so attractive to foreign men. Maniha is like that, her daughter is like that, and now even her granddaughter is."

"Just wait and see! Once the foreigners get tired of her, I reckon Anjali will be abandoned just like her grandmother."

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When the neighbors saw the old woman Maniha's smug look, they immediately started pointing and gossiping.

Meanwhile, Angelina, who was giving directions to the coachman Bain, was unaware of what was happening and focused on guiding the carriage toward its destination.

The carriage moved slowly along the bumpy dirt road and soon arrived at a crossroads in front of old woman Maniha's earthen house.

It then drove past very smoothly without stopping at all, and continued forward even after missing the intersection!
"Huh? Did we go to the wrong place?"

"Has Anjali been away from home for so long that she's forgotten where she lives?"

The villagers who had been following the carriage to watch the spectacle began to whisper among themselves.

"Manish, why don't you go up and give them a heads-up? You might even get a thank you from Miss Anjali!"

"Hey, I'm not stupid!"

"When the village chief, Lord Jagdish, makes a mistake, would you dare to go up and remind him?"

The indigenous boy named Manish rolled his eyes and said with a shrewd expression.

“However, I can go and tell old woman Maniha!”

After saying that, Manish broke away from the crowd and ran towards the direction of the old woman Maniha's earthen house.

Seeing this, several of his companions also took off and followed.

The carriage traveled straight ahead and arrived at a brick and wood building located in the very center of the village.

Then, with a forced smile on the face of village chief Jagdish Yadav, we passed through the center of the village and continued onward.

Village Chief Jagdish: ? ? ?
Villager: ???
Where are we going?

"Is Marlo completely lost?"

"Wait a minute, that direction, could it be..."

"Vishdhara Temple!"

The villagers suddenly remembered the reason why Anjali and her daughter had fled the village years ago.

But what was Anjali doing at the Vishdhara temple?

Could it be that her rise to wealth and being kept by a foreigner was due to the blessing of Vishdhara?
Some villagers' eyes lit up with surprise and excitement as they realized they had discovered a secret that could make them rich overnight.

More and more villagers followed behind the carriage!

Two hundred meters south of Shadipur village, there is a temple that is twenty meters long and ten meters wide!

In such a backward place, the cost of building this temple was higher than the cost of building the entire village of Shadipur.

Even the village chief Jagdish's brick and wood house looks quite simple in comparison to this temple.

"Young Master Victory, we've arrived!"

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Vishdhara Temple. Anjali opened the carriage door and spoke softly to Musheng inside.

With the help of the local girls, Musheng stepped down from the carriage and stood in front of the temple gate.

Through his spiritual vision, a mass of sludge, seemingly a mixture of countless pieces of garbage, appeared before his senses.

"Huh? It's actually an extraordinary power outside of the twenty-two pathways!"

Mu Sheng's interest in this Vishdhara god grew even stronger!

Most extraordinary beings in the mysterious world gain their powers by consuming sequence potions from the twenty-two pathways.

However, this does not mean that extraordinary abilities can only be acquired through these twenty-two methods.

According to the original work, these twenty-two paths are the path to godhood, a great road that allows one to ascend to the level of a true god.

But beyond these main roads, there are also many rugged paths.

These paths have very low limits, and the chances of going out of control and going mad are dozens, or even hundreds of times greater, than for extraordinary individuals who take the 'path to godhood'.

In the extraordinary world of the Kingdom of Rune, almost no one would seek death on such a narrow path.

In the orthodox 'path to godhood,' the risk of extraordinary individuals losing control is already very high, let alone on this rugged path.

"Such a corrupt nature. To be able to maintain one's sanity under the corruption of such power, one must have some unique abilities, right?"

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Mu Sheng strode into the temple, followed closely by Anjali, and then the coachman Bain followed after parking the carriage.

He was not only the coachman at the Watson Hotel, but also served as a bodyguard.

The three of them could go in, but the villagers of Shadipur dared not set foot on this sacred land at will.

In the end, only a dozen or so people, including the village chief Jagdish, followed him in out of concern.

Inside the Vishdhara temple, as Mu Sheng approached the main hall, he saw Vishdhara priests standing at the entrance.

An elderly native with dark brown skin, hair tied in a bun on his head, and a deeply lined face, dressed in priestly robes.

Mu Sheng glanced at the old priest in surprise, then at the statue in the main hall, and said, "So it wasn't you!"

"what?"

The old priest looked somewhat bewildered, not understanding what the Rune in front of him was saying.

Just as he was about to try and trick the young Rune man in front of him into offering some money to Vishdhara,

He saw the other person raise their arm towards him and make a grasping motion in the air!
"what!!!"

A sharp pain emanating from the depths of his soul instantly overwhelmed the old priest's consciousness.

His body convulsed, as if an invisible hand had gripped his head and slowly pulled him up from the ground.

A transparent soul emerged from his body and quickly dissipated like smoke.

"This is."

Coachman Bain was taken aback, never expecting that his employer this time would be an extraordinary being.

Does this person still need his protection?
Bain touched the revolver at his waist, thinking he should stick to being a coachman.

"Ah! High Priest Sharma!"

When the village chief Jagdish and others saw the temple priest being hung up, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.

next second!
The old priest's soul was completely crushed, turning into a pile of starlight-shimmering dust that vanished in an instant.

"Oh!"

The old priest's body fell in front of the temple, his brown eyes wide open, filled with terror.

"Interesting! By concentrating the extraordinary core onto the statue, most of the madness can be avoided."

"However, the drawbacks are also obvious. One is merely a borrower of power. Once there is no time to borrow the power, one becomes just as vulnerable as an ordinary person!"

With just one glance, Mu Sheng roughly understood what was going on.

Just then, the statues in the main hall suddenly began to tremble.

Rumble!
Click!Click!
Cracks appeared on the gold-painted statue, and streams of black liquid flowed out from the cracks.

“Vish*nudra≠&

A frenzied, chaotic, incoherent babbling in an unknown language suddenly echoed in everyone's minds.

"puff!"

A soft popping sound as a balloon is squeezed flat.

Before the thing inside the statue could come out, it was crushed to death by Mu Sheng, and the murmurs in everyone's minds vanished instantly!
(End of this chapter)