Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 106 - Not a Junk
Aoba Prefecture was once a prosperous county, but it has visibly declined after being affected by floods.

But is it really just because of the flood?

On a high-rise building, a man and a woman are having a meal.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" Qingli asked Lin Le across from her, toying with her small wine glass.

“We don’t have enough resources, so we’ll make do here.” Lin Le looked at the long river that could be seen at a glance. “Besides, some people here deserve to be slaughtered.”

If he went to the county town to cause trouble, he couldn't guarantee a safe escape with his current cultivation level. However, since he hadn't obtained the pure energy, he couldn't break through. Therefore, he planned to go to other counties to collect information on killing karma.

Then he thought of the refugees he had met when he returned to Bailian County. They were refugees who had fled from Qingye County, and it was they who made him realize that there was a deeper disaster behind this flood.

So they decided to come to Qingye County first and clean up the cannibalistic gentry here.

A group of people, making a lot of noise, passed by the restaurant and headed towards the large platform set up by the river.

After the flood, water ghosts appeared frequently. After several investigations by the county government, the scourge of water ghosts not only did not lessen, but instead intensified. Left with no other choice, the people, led by several powerful clans, began to worship the river god.

This did have an effect; the water ghosts immediately became much more subdued. However, seven days later, they began to flood again, and the common people had no choice but to continue worshipping the river god once a week.

"What kind of demon is at the bottom of the river? Can you see it clearly?" Lin Le asked Qing Li, who was standing beside him.

Qingli glanced at the river with her clear, sapphire-like eyes and frowned slightly: "The catfish demon should only be at the Foundation Establishment stage, but killing it will be a bit troublesome."

"Trouble?" Lin Le paused, his mind racing, and in a moment he guessed what it was. "From Dongbo Lake?"

“Yes.” Qingli nodded. “I’ve seen that tiger catfish under those two men.”

"Heh, I thought it would be something complicated, but it's just this." Lin Le put down his chopsticks, having already devoured all the food in front of him. "It's perfect for a snack since I wasn't quite satisfied with the meal."

On the riverbank, musical instruments played loudly, but the dark mass of people stood silently on the side.

In their eyes, three pairs of boys and girls were kneeling on the bluestone altar, their hands and feet bound by hemp ropes, like a row of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

They were wearing brand-new red coats—clothes their parents had made overnight, the stitches so tight they seemed to hold back tears.

On the altar, the bronze bell was rung, signaling the time had come; each chime struck like a blow to the heart.

"Mother! Mother!" a little girl with pigtails suddenly cried out, twisting her body as the hemp rope dug into her delicate wrists. "I don't want to play with Master He! I want to go home!"

Her mother was kneeling at the front of the crowd. Hearing her daughter's cries, the woman suddenly howled like a wild beast: "Give me back my daughter! Give me back my daughter!"

He then lunged at the altar, but this had been anticipated, or rather, it had happened many times before.

Two strong men acted swiftly, pinning the woman down and burying her head in the ground.

A burly man roared, "Foolish woman, you've disturbed the River God! Your whole family's lives won't be enough to pay for it!"

The woman, pinned to the ground, made a "hoarse" sound from her throat, like a mother beast uttering a heart-wrenching groan.

Beside her, several men and women were kneeling. One of the men, like a dehydrated old fish, had his mouth agape, repeatedly muttering:

"Lord River God, I have offered you incense for thirty years, thirty years of incense..."

With a mournful cry, the old man suddenly lunged at the altar, where his only offering of incense remained.

But the burly man beside him was as cold as a statue. He kicked the old man directly in the back of the knee. With a loud thud, the sound of the old man falling down was like a piece of dead wood being broken.

"My son! My son!" the old man wailed, and then the strong man stomped his head into the ground.

"Behave yourselves. Offering gifts to the River God is an honor for you lowly commoners!" the burly man said coldly.

The people around remained silent, but their hearts were filled with unease, wondering when such a fate would befall their family.

On the riverbank, a man in official robes sat on a row of chairs, took a sip of tea, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes: "Really, this scene happens every time. I'm tired of seeing it."

"Tell them to hurry up, I need to get back for my lunch break, this is so annoying."

"Then you should die."

"What?" Before the person could react, he lost consciousness.

The headless corpse fell off the chair, and everyone stared in astonishment at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared next to the official and then smashed the official's head with a single blow.

The handsome young man tilted his head at them, revealing a wicked smile: "Aren't you going to run? Your God of Slaughter is here."

Lord God of Slaughter? The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then they saw a scene like a golden crow falling to the ground.

boom!
The blazing flames swept out and engulfed the people there.

Lin Le even deliberately reduced the power of the flames to prevent them from burning people to death in one go.

These beasts need to experience the despair and pain of near death before they leave; otherwise, it would be too easy on them.

The crowd on the riverbank stared in astonishment at the scene, never imagining that anyone would dare to commit such a heinous act in broad daylight.

Seeing Lin Le approaching, no one dared to move.

Lin Le approached his kneeling parents, raised his foot to a 180-degree angle, and then brought it down.

Bang! The man who was just stepping on the old man was now being trampled under Lin Le's foot.

"Stepping on other people's heads makes you seem superior, doesn't it?" Lin Le continued to apply pressure with his foot. "We're all just shoulders supporting our heads, and you're the only one who can tell who's superior? Who do you think you are!"

"Aaaaah!" The man was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry out for mercy. In his desperate scream, his head exploded into pieces with a bang.

Slightly disgusted, Lin Le wiped the blood off his feet and looked at the parents on the ground, saying, "What are you all standing there for? Take your children away."

The parents on the ground were stunned for a moment, and then rushed to the altar in unison.

The chief priest, who was performing the sacrifice, panicked and shouted, "You can't take them away! Without them, the river god will be angry!"

Some parents immediately slowed down; they seemed more afraid of the river god's wrath than of their children.

boom!
With a single shot, the high priest immediately knelt down, and then he saw Lin Le's handsome face, which resembled both a god and a demon.

"Hey, old man, then tell me what exactly is a River God?" Lin Le reached out and slapped the chief priest's face, making a loud slapping sound.

"The river god is the river god, not some nonsense!" the chief priest roared.

"Oh." Lin Le nodded in realization, then shouted, "Did you hear that? That old man said the River God is no good!"

The sound was loud and clear, striking straight to people's hearts, and many people's eyes changed.

(End of this chapter)