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Chapter 315 Path Dependence Isn't Necessarily Wrong

"When the last golden head tried to escape, Hercules roared, 'Where do you think you're going!' and with his bare hands, he lifted a three-zhang-long boulder, 'Rumble!' and pinned it to the bottom of the swamp. In an instant, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the hero used the venomous blood of the divine serpent to temper his arrowheads. This is truly: 'He cleverly broke the nine-headed demon's formation, and forged a divine weapon that will be passed down through the ages!'"

The storyteller closed his fan, the gavel struck again with a clear, crisp sound, and, as if making a grand entrance, began to speak in a loud voice:
"This is truly a case of: 'Don't think that divine power can subdue a tiger; you must use wisdom to defeat a demonic dragon.' To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter, 'Capturing the Golden-Horned Deer Spirit Alive'!"

"it is good!"

A voice with a foreign accent in Chinese cheered from the crowd, followed by a cacophony of voices. Some offered money as tips, others clapped and cheered, and of course, there were also shouts urging the speaker to continue.

Feng Xue and Liu Yunxi were also forcibly restrained for several minutes. After this part was finished, Feng Xue clicked her tongue and said:

"Wow, I have to say, this actually has a pretty good feel to it."

Looking at the storyteller who was clearly a local, Feng Xue suddenly felt that it was quite interesting to listen to this strange and eclectic art form from time to time.

The only downside is that no one has come up to cause trouble.

What happened to the claim that foreigners on Yangren Street have low manners?

"How about we try a method that worked before?"

Just as Feng Xue was pondering where to go next to listen to storytelling... oops, I mean, where to go fishing, Liu Yunxi suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue was somewhat puzzled—

"What methods have ever worked? This is our first time fishing!"

"That's not what I meant. How did you get targeted by those thugs in the first place? Why don't we just do it again?"

Liu Yunxi's eyebrows curved into a smile, and Feng Xue's smile gradually became distorted. The two looked at each other, immediately stopped listening to the storyteller, and with a flick of their wrists, flew straight towards the city gate...

Xiao Lingdang disguised her exoskeleton with a nouveau riche look, and Liu Yunxi followed suit by changing into a fitted cheongsam. To avoid her face being associated with the gang, Feng Xue even used a talent spell she got from Lena to change her appearance to one that was fat, timid, and cowardly.

Walking with Liu Yunxi, it looked like a nouveau riche taking his mistress out for fun.

Liu Yunxi felt quite uncomfortable with Feng Xue's appearance, but Feng Xue himself felt good about it, thinking that he had all the elements of being robbed on the road, and walked towards a luxurious brothel.

At this time, there were quite a few rickshaws parked outside the brothel, and Feng Xue immediately hailed two of them:
"Take us to the biggest antique shop around here!"

"Alright!" Seeing that this customer didn't ask the price, the two rickshaw drivers immediately nodded in agreement. Feng Xue wasn't worried that Liu Yunxi would be directly abducted to another place by another one. In fact, if that were the case, it would be exactly what he wanted. As for Liu Yunxi... he hoped that those abductors could withstand the small punches of a physically enhanced monster.

……

"Do you know who I am? If you know what's good for you, let me go right now, or you'll regret it!" Ten minutes later, the thug who was pinned to the ground by Feng Xue was still shouting arrogantly. This was not to bolster his morale, because Feng Xue clearly noticed that, along with his voice, several people in the crowd turned around and ran away, obviously to report the incident.

However, Feng Xue had no intention of a quick resolution. She simply tied the thug and his two henchmen together, then took a piece of corrugated cardboard, wrote the words "The fate of street thugs" on it, hung it around the neck of the shouting thug, and paraded them through the streets as a public spectacle.

As they walked towards Chicken Cage Village, they encountered several cultivators along the way. Although they couldn't see through Feng Xue's disguise, most of them greeted them with friendly smiles.

After all, it's about accumulating good deeds, so it's not shameful! Maybe it was someone who was bullied who made a wish in the merit pool?

However, Feng Xue did not go directly to the Merit Pool to accept the mission, not because he hadn't thought of it, but because a place like the Merit Pool would not offset karma.

On the contrary, taking on a mission in order to gain the power of vows is itself a "profit-seeking" behavior. If one takes the opportunity to harm others, then bad karma will be created. This is why Feng Xue only takes on missions to heal and save people at the Merit Pool.

After walking for about five minutes, the onlookers suddenly scattered, and then a dozen or so fierce-looking men surrounded them. The leader was full of vitality and had eighty-nine years left to live. Some blood evil karma could be faintly seen on his head, but it was not obvious. On the contrary, the henchmen around him were all covered in blood evil, and they were all involved in some murder cases. Beside him, a man with a peaceful temperament stood inconspicuously in the shadows, but he looked like a cultivator.

"Brother, what gang are you from? If your men have misbehaved and offended you, I'm here to apologize..."

The leading man clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and his tone sounded quite respectable. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue glanced at the thugs surrounding her.

"The way you're acting doesn't seem like you're here to apologize!"

"Ha, my men made a mistake and I apologized, but you embarrassed our dockworkers. Shouldn't you at least leave something in return?"

The man's tone suddenly turned cold, but Feng Xue smiled instead, her gaze focusing directly on the man who appeared to be a cultivator—

"What about you?"

Upon hearing this, the leader immediately realized that the person in front of him was probably also a cultivator. He immediately stepped back and placed his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist.

"Fellow Daoist, you take people's money and then do their bidding..."

"Oh, then we didn't arrest the wrong person!" Feng Xue nodded, but the cultivator's expression changed drastically. The next moment, everyone felt dizzy and disoriented. When the scene before them became clear again, they found themselves strung together and locked in a narrow room.

"What powerful illusion!" The cultivator felt cold sweat pouring down his back. He had not only been controlled without his knowledge, but had also unconsciously walked a considerable distance!

He glanced at the thugs tied up like piglets beside him and felt a chill run down his spine. Compared to him, who had already regained his senses, these people were still lost in the illusion. Although their eyes were lifeless, each of them wore an arrogant expression.

The cultivator broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, he could only hope that he had not encountered the legendary "chivalrous" demonic cultivator. Righteous cultivators, out of concern for blood and evil karma, would only hand over the matter to the government unless the crime was extremely heinous. As for someone like him who had little karma, at most he would be handed over to the City God Temple for a public reprimand, or at worst he would have to complain to the patriarch of the underworld.

But if you encounter a demonic cultivator, that would be terrible. A cultivator like yourself would probably become a furnace to provide vital energy!
Just as he was feeling uneasy and considering whether he should create some chaos to try and escape, the living person in front of him suddenly vanished without a trace...

(End of this chapter)