Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 175 - 159: He is Slandering Me!

Chapter 175: Chapter 159: He is Slandering Me!

Secondly, his fingers and shoulder bones were broken by Li Ping’an, and the injuries were too severe.

With another thump, Xie Wenren tried to stand up again, but uncontrollably fell, landing even more wretchedly, covered in blood and stained all over with mud, which made Li Ping’an feel somewhat sympathetic.

"Xie Wenren of the Flame Cloud Sect, are you willing to admit defeat?"

The four Night Travelers, seeing that the allotted time for the fight to the death had ended and having other matters to attend to, were eager to return to record the event in the official logs. They were now waiting for Xie Wenren’s response. As soon as Xie Wenren admitted defeat, the matter would be settled once and for all, completely erased. If anyone sought to bring it up later, the Night Traveler’s Bureau would have to get involved.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Xie Wenren didn’t believe Li Ping’an’s claims at all; if he didn’t even know how he got injured, then he must truly be a complete waste!

Due to the great shock he received today, he kept repeating this phrase as if he hadn’t heard the inquiry from the four Night Travelers.

"I can lose, but not in an unclear manner. Since you refuse to tell, then I will use the clumsiest method to investigate your background and strength!"

Seemingly delirious, Xie Wenren finally changed his tone and, still looking defiant, glanced at Li Ping’an and then closed his eyes, clenched his teeth against the severe pain, and publicly used his left hand to forcefully press on the object embedded in his right shoulder.

"Tsk tsk tsk! How disgusting! What is he trying to do?"

Li Ping’an couldn’t bear to watch this horrifying scene and turned to seek an answer from Mahaparinirvana, the Defrocked Monk.

Mahaparinirvana had been a Mountain King, a rebel, and a soldier of the Imperial Court, having killed countless people. This scene was nothing new to him, yet since he was neither a Taoist Cultivator nor from the Flame Cloud Sect and was also unfamiliar with the methods of Artifact Refiners, he helplessly shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I don’t know either... who knows... My guess is, the force you used was too harsh, and it drove the man mad!"

The four Night Travelers present, who were well aware of the secrets of the world’s sects, knew what Xie Wenren was trying to do but chose not to say.

Although they could tell that Li Ping’an was even more formidable than themselves, their status as Night Travelers and the regulations of the Night Traveler’s Bureau prohibited them from revealing any secrets about the sects of the world to those outside the Bureau.

Rules are rules, so they waited for the results of Xie Wenren’s work as an Artifact Refiner while also trying to ascertain Li Ping’an’s cultivation level through Xie Wenren’s words.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Amid Xie Wenren’s screams, the intensely obsessive Xie Wenren eventually pulled out the object that had broken his fingers, shattered his Life-bound Magical Yinrang Ring, and crushed his shoulder bones from his flesh.

"What? It’s a stone?"

Sweating profusely and nearly fainting from pain, Xie Wenren was shocked back to awareness and stared at the pea-sized stone in his palm with disbelief:

"Damn! I thought it was some Magical Treasure! I didn’t expect it to be just a small stone!"

"Big brother, are you done yet?"

Li Ping’an rolled his eyes impatiently:

"You aren’t trying to use self-mutilation as a moral leverage to force me to admit defeat, are you? Wouldn’t it be wiser to go back and treat your injuries?"

"Don’t be hasty!"

The shocked ones now became Li Ping’an and Mahaparinirvana. They both saw Xie Wenren grotesquely placing the bloody stone in his mouth and continuously sucking on it.

"Big brother, this guy won’t end up eating people in the future, will he?"

Li Ping’an turned his head to look at Mahaparinirvana, the Monk Who Broke Precepts, who equally wore a puzzled expression. Mahaparinirvana licked his tongue and hazarded a guess:

"His Taoist Heart is damaged; I think he’s in a dire situation..."

Spitting out, Xie Wenren finally expelled the small stone he had in his mouth, then said in shock:

"I didn’t expect your cultivation to be so high... indeed, I was truly ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth..."

Xie Wenren’s tone carried self-mockery and jest, but more than that, there was envy and jealousy!

"Big brother, don’t talk nonsense, it was you who insisted on fighting me, and it was my elder brother who stepped in and beat you to this state. Could it be that my elder brother has scrambled your brains, and you are talking nonsense here?"

Li Ping’an hurriedly began to explain himself in front of the four agents of The Night Traveler’s Bureau, fearing he might be targeted by them. After all, the unresolved case at the Buddha Bone Temple was still under investigation, and he did not want to be placed on The Night Traveler’s Bureau’s investigative list!

"No..."

Suddenly, Xie Wenren was reminded of something—specifically, the chopstick that had been thrust into Cen Fuda’s kneecap. Like the small stone he had just spit out, it was also imbued with pure mana and the same attributes. He immediately looked up with widened eyes, his face filled with panic. After a long moment of confusion, he excitedly pointed at Li Ping’an and tremblingly said:

"It was you... The one who injured Young Master Cen’s kneecap... was you!"

"He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me!"

Li Ping’an immediately looked up at the four Night Travelers floating in the air, pointed to Xie Wenren, and frantically defended himself:

"Did you see that? He’s slandering me!"

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"As we’ve said before, that is your affair, and it has nothing to do with us at The Night Traveler’s Bureau!"

Four Night Travelers obtained the answer they were looking for from Xie Wenren. Based on what Xie Wenren said, Li Ping’an’s cultivation was likely above the Clay Pith Realm of Taoist Cultivation and had reached the Guxuan Realm, a feat rare for an eighteen-year-old.

They also considered another possibility—that Li Ping’an had reached the even higher Mysterious Heart Realm—but dismissed the thought almost as soon as it arose.

An eighteen-year-old advancing to the Mysterious Heart Realm was inconceivable, nearly a Terrestrial Immortal! Just one step away from a true Immortal, and how many of those could there be in the world today? Thus, they were unwilling and fearful to believe it!

"Xie Wenren, do not waste our time any longer. Whatever your feud with him, let it end today. Otherwise, you are going against The Night Traveler’s Bureau! Right now, we only want to ask you one question!"

Three Night Travelers looked towards the northwestern corner at another Night Traveler, who quickly pulled out a notebook and a brush the size of a fingertip. Then all four of them seriously and earnestly asked Xie Wenren, whose face was a mixture of shock and envy:

"Xie Wenren, the result is clear, but we need a record, so are you willing to admit defeat now?"

"What more is there to say..."

At that moment, Xie Wenren seemed to make peace with his defeat. Losing to someone more powerful and nearly an Immortal, what more could he say? Realizing this, Xie Wenren simply lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and replied in a low voice:

"I... Xie Wenren, the eleventh generation disciple of the Flame Cloud Sect... am willing to admit defeat..."

"Good! That’s exactly what we wanted to hear!"

After the three Night Travelers nodded their approval, the Night Traveler with the notebook immediately began to record: