Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

Chapter 113 The Duel

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Chen Hengyi sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the Palm Thunder Manual printed on the A4 paper. The more he looked, the more he muttered to himself, "This doesn't seem too difficult?"

However, there is an abstract and rather dangerous operation involved: comprehending the true meaning of thunder.

"What is meant by 'True Meaning of Thunder'? Does it mean you have to get struck by lightning?"

Chen Hengyi was a little unsure for a moment, but fortunately he didn't have to figure it out himself, so he took the manual and went to find someone.

Although he is not a person of this world, he is still a part of this civilization.

Therefore, upon hearing the diplomat's words, his emotions were stirred.

However, just as he stepped into the hall, he was shocked to see an urgent news report being broadcast on the large screen inside.

There's a lot of information, but mainly it involves taking a few boats to a certain place for a stroll and setting off fireworks.

What a coincidence... Could it be related to the dragon vein map?

The news caused an uproar around the world.

Japan immediately issued a strong protest, and the United States followed suit with a stern condemnation, and a variety of dissenting voices emerged.

A calm yet resounding voice came from the screen: "...and the surrounding waters, since ancient times...we have never needed to obtain permission from other countries—"

Although Chen Hengyi had transmigrated from another world, he was still of Chinese descent at heart. Hearing such a powerful statement, the blood in his chest surged.

As soon as the diplomat finished speaking, the camera immediately switched to the other side.

The diplomat from Country M's face instantly darkened, his expression turning ashen as he remained silent; the Japanese representative angrily stood up and left the room.

Chen Hengyi's lips curled up. "Hey, this is really enjoyable to watch."

Feeling slightly better, Chen Hengyi hummed a little tune as he went to find the Old Master, intending to ask about the true meaning of thunder.

Leaving the hall and stepping onto the grass outside, he saw the old master doing his morning exercises.

He was performing a set of boxing techniques that looked slow and leisurely, yet possessed a strong sense of antiquity.

After the other person finished practicing, Chen Hengyi went up to ask about the problem that was bothering him.

"Oh, this true meaning of thunder, huh? In the past, you'd have to get struck by lightning, but now, you can just run an electric wire and slowly electrocute yourself."

Chen Hengyi was taken aback. That's it?

The old master smiled smugly and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, times are changing. We need to be scientific now. Since there are better methods, why stick to the old ways?"

Chen Hengyi nodded and asked about the military exercise, which he also received an affirmative answer.

It was indeed because of the dragon vein map he had handed over earlier; it was like a butterfly flapping its wings, having a tremendous impact!

Immediately afterward, Chen Hengyi was about to leave when an arrow suddenly flew from outside the embassy.

The arrow was as fast as lightning; Chen Hengyi could only catch a fleeting afterimage out of the corner of his eye.

But at this moment, the old celestial master's robes, which had been smiling, suddenly began to move without any wind.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped three meters high, his posture resembling that of a nimble swift.

By the time Chen Hengyi saw the old celestial master land, the other man already had the arrow in his hand.

An envelope sealed with a black yin-yang symbol was tied to the arrow.

The old master snorted coldly, "Playing tricks." Then he raised his hand and crushed the yin-yang talisman into ashes.

Chen Hengyi sensed a slight fluctuation of magical power, but it was suppressed in less than a breath.

Chen Hengyi saw the old master open the letter, which contained a website address and an account password.

"Is this... perhaps they want to negotiate with us?"

The old celestial master glanced at them and said, "In that case, let's see what kind of trouble they're planning to cause."

A moment later, everyone gathered in the conference hall.

The employee had already entered the website address and logged into their account on the computer, but instead a temporary audio conference popped up.

As soon as they logged in, a soft cough was heard in the meeting room, followed by someone speaking in fluent Mandarin: "Taoist priests! You have crossed the line! Immediately cease all your actions, hand over the murderer, and withdraw from the peninsula! Otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?"

Master Zhao of Maoshan scoffed, interrupting the other man directly. His voice was loud and filled with disdain, "Otherwise, send your few vixens to their deaths? Or have those old ghosts who have been hiding underground for hundreds of years crawl out to scare people? Save your breath! I'd rather pick my ear than listen to your farts!"

"you----"

"What the hell are you? You son of a bitch! If I hadn't been born a few years too late to participate in that great war, I would have stuffed all your bullshit into your mother's shit bowl!"

"Hmph, don't you Chinese people understand the etiquette of communication?"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhao, who had been holding back, suddenly glared and unleashed his full power, showing no regard for the dignity of any major sect.

"I'll fuck your woman..."

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The others present seemed completely unfazed, letting Master Zhao do as he pleased.

A moment later, the other person could no longer speak. Master Zhao wiped the white foam from his mouth and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I've finally seen the light. Alright, just say what you're thinking, and stop with the nonsense."

"What do you want?"

"The affairs of the cultivation world should be resolved by us cultivators..."

"Bullshit! So what if you don't have them? Our scientists are just awesome!"

The old Taoist master, standing to the side, stroked his beard with a contented air.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Who says our missiles are the best in the world? This is a scientific age, who cares about those who cultivate the Tao?

"What if we were willing to return some of the things we were keeping in custody?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

boom!

Master Zhao slammed his fist on the table: "You dare claim that the burning, killing, and looting were merely for safekeeping?"

Just as he was about to speak, the old Taoist priest next to him suddenly tapped on the table.

Master Zhao coughed and swallowed back his saliva.

The conference room fell silent. The old master spoke slowly, his voice calm yet powerful like a hammer.

"I remember the Tang Honglu Well Stele, Wang Xizhi's 'Letter of Mourning' and 'Guanyin and Crane Painting'... you have them there, right?"

The old celestial master recited the names of national treasures, which are unparalleled gems of immeasurable value.

Everyone held their breath. If they could bring these things back this time, then...

"Besides those things, there's also..."

At this point, an embassy employee handed over a tablet and opened a document.

The old celestial master then read out the names of the figures in order...

Chen Hengyi fell silent upon seeing this. Had these people already foreseen the current situation?

They've even prepared a treaty!

Finally, the old master said, "We'll decide the locations, and the rules will be ours. You can call all those old fogies who aren't dead yet."

"Hmph, even if your previous Martial Heaven Master came, we would not be afraid."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, while the old master smiled.

The person on the other end seemed unaware that the one speaking to them was the Old Celestial Master.