Chapter 908 - 202: Conflict
Chapter 908: Chapter 202: Conflict
The rakshasa-looking man Tang Luo encountered upon entering Vimazhita was the first person from the Fierce Realm he had seen, and unlike ordinary martial artists, the power flowing within this man’s body was not merely Spiritual Power, but rather a mix of various Evil Qi and Spiritual Power. Logically, having such vast amounts of Evil Qi within oneself, even a Fierce Realm martial artist should have a fierce and twisted temperament, yet despite his ugly appearance, this monk was exceptionally calm and greeted everyone he met along the way.
And everyone in the city of Hyderabad, upon seeing this man, would devoutly place their hands together and bow; some even prostrated themselves on the ground, showing full respect.
It seemed the rakshasa-faced man must be someone of great importance, but Tang Luo simply didn’t know and stood in the middle of the road, his face covered with Evil Qi, occasionally looking up at the surrounding buildings with annoyance mixed with confusion.
Although Wind Media had compiled a dossier for Tang Luo on the peculiarities of Vimazhita, most of it also consisted of rumors and anecdotes, briefly mentioning that, due to inheritance issues, the locals spoke a language that was somewhat different from the official language.
Tang Luo had anticipated this; however, he had not expected that the Feitian Clan would completely alter the written language to the point of being unrecognizable. Standing in the city of Hyderabad, he couldn’t recognize any of the characters, and no matter how he extended his senses, he couldn’t catch a word of the official language.
The official language originated in Zhongzhou, which now had changed beyond recognition, and Tang Luo found himself bewildered in the foreign city.
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As Tang Luo was pondering, the rakshasa-like man noticed the mysterious person hidden behind the mask and approached Tang Luo, uttering something unintelligible.
Clearly, the man was trying to communicate, but Tang Luo felt somewhat desperate for he couldn’t understand a word and could only ask in a hoarse voice, amplified by his Spiritual Power, “Do you speak the official language?”
Upon hearing Tang Luo’s words, the rakshasa-faced man looked utterly confused. His expression said it all, and Tang Luo didn’t want to waste any more time, so he decided to leave.
But as he took a step away, he acutely felt the atmosphere of the entire street change.
The onlooking civilians wore expressions of shock and discomfort, as if they were surprised at Tang Luo’s rudeness, while the rakshasa-faced man’s countenance turned to one of furious anger. A surge of fierce Evil Qi burst forth from within him, dark red patterns like a spiderweb swiftly enveloping the man’s face, making his already demon-like appearance even more grotesque.noveldrama
It looked like this fellow wanted to start a fight with him, but who gave you the courage?
Twelve Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads flew out in an instant, with three beads forming a group, locking the limbs of the enraged man with elemental gravitational force. Caught by surprise, the man hadn’t recovered from the shock of the Imperial Magnetic Beads restraint before his neck was grasped by a firm hand.
An aura even more brutal and fierce than that of the rakshasa-faced man burst forth from Tang Luo, savagely tearing apart the Evil Qi around the other man’s body, as the masked man’s fierceness skyrocketed.
At this moment, with his limbs locked by the Imperial Magnetic Beads and his energy suppressed, the rakshasa-faced man could no longer exhibit his earlier insolence as his neck was tightly held by the man before him.
Perhaps sealed away for too long and worshipped for too long had made him almost forget how vast this world could be.
As a newly reached Feitian of the Shura Realm, how could he not feel the overpowering strength hidden within his captor’s hand, knowing that the slightest exertion of force could decapitate him.
This realization instilled fear in the rakshasa-faced man, his eyes filled with a pleading look for mercy.
“Legend has it that the Feitian Clan is warlike and skilled at fighting, but looking at you, I’m starting to doubt the veracity of that legend,”
the raspy voice sounded again, and Tang Luo casually tossed the man aside, retracting the twelve Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads.
As soon as the Rakshasa-like man regained his freedom, he quickly retreated several steps, rubbing his neck while muttering something unintelligible, his eyes flickering.
The awkward situation played out once more, and this time the Rakshasa-looking man couldn’t maintain his previously superior demeanor. It was evident that Tang Luo’s ferocity had left a very deep impression on him.
So, when the tall and thin man dressed in the Star Robe and wearing a mask passed by him again, he stood rigidly in place for a long while before he dared to look back.
Tang Luo had no interest in following the other’s mental journey. Right now, his heart and mind were set on finding someone who could speak the official language and act as a translator. Although he had been prepared from the moment he planned to arrive at Vimazhita to force his way if necessary, the sight of those devout followers had softened his attitude somewhat.
These people, traveling thousands of miles with their families and all their possessions, were here to make a pilgrimage. Each building, each statue here, had been constructed bit by bit by these devout followers. Once he decided to act, the magnificent city of Hyderabad and the sacred shrines would be permanently consigned to history.
Destruction is always easier than construction, and although Tang Luo was dressed like a villain, he didn’t want to destroy things that others cherished, because that wouldn’t make him happy.
As for the conflict with the Rakshasa-looking man, Tang Luo honestly didn’t give it much thought, so he walked away nonchalantly, unaware of the storm his actions had stirred up in Hyderabad.
In Hyderabad city, within a simple dwelling, a brother and sister were conversing.
Although the house was modest, it was clean and tidy. Their few possessions were neatly organized, unlike the typical disarray of a poor family’s home.
The boy was the elder sibling, dark and lean, resembling a teenager of sixteen or seventeen with bright eyes.
The sister, however, looked pure and clean, more like a girl from a noble family than a poor believer.
“Sister, Master Koludda is in the city right now. If you are chosen as the holy girl, you could go with him to Ned, serve the idol, and listen to the teachings of the Protector God. In the next life, you could be reborn into the Feitian Clan. Sister, you must seize this opportunity!”
When the boy spoke, his eyes shone with pride, clearly more than encouraging words; in his eyes, no one was better suited to be the holy girl than his sister.
But the pure and clean little girl didn’t feel the same way at all. Almost as soon as the boy finished speaking, tears welled up and started flowing.
“Brother, Sānglu doesn’t want to be chosen as the holy girl, Sānglu is not ready yet, maybe, next time?”
“What next time!” the boy became anxious, exclaiming, “You were supposed to be selected as a holy girl three years ago, but you claimed you hadn’t memorized the scriptures well enough and were afraid of desecrating the Protector God. But brother knows you can remember any scripture after hearing it just once, and after two or three times, you recite it fluently. You are naturally meant to be the holy girl. The last time, brother agreed to your wishes, but this time, I can’t indulge you anymore!”
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