Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 214 - 177 Join the glorious evolution!_2

Chapter 214: Chapter 177 Join the glorious evolution!_2

Xie Wenren’s agonizing state lasted for a duration of a pot of tea, finally, he returned to his original appearance after a scream that tore at the heart and lungs!

"Congratulations on persevering, my good disciple! I certainly didn’t misjudge you; your will to become strong saved you! Otherwise, just now, if you couldn’t withstand the power of the Cursed Seal, you’d have surely burst and died!"

The Strange Person revealed a satisfied smile, clapping hands in encouragement towards Xie Wenren.

"I... what happened just now...?"

Having returned to normal, Xie Wenren seemed to have forgotten everything that had just happened, and in his daze, suddenly saw a black Curse Seal at the junction of his right shoulder and neck that appeared and disappeared intermittently, but after a few glances, it vanished completely.

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"Feel the strength!"

The Strange Person crossed his arms, seemingly even more expectant than Xie Wenren.

"Good! Four Red Suns Formation!"

Xie Wenren, who only knew the Flame Cloud Sect’s spells, then activated the Four Red Suns Formation, only to see the scope of the formation beneath his feet stretched over fifty meters wide, astonishingly reaching the state when The Second Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing, performed this formation!

"Master, I..."

Seeing this scene, an excited Xie Wenren could hardly contain himself, just as he was about to ask the Strange Person for the reason, the Strange Person raised his hand to stop him:

"Close your eyes and feel your Realm!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xie Wenren immediately closed his eyes to sense his cultivation and to his shock, he found that his Taoist cultivation had not regressed, but had instead leaped forward to the Guxuan Realm!

"Master, this is too unbelievable!"

Xie Wenren was so excited he couldn’t control himself, and after laughing wildly a few times, he knelt before the Strange Person and kept kowtowing madly in gratitude.

"It’s the power of the Curse Seal of the Earth! This is just a small part of it. Serve me well in the future, and I’ll teach you how to unleash its full potential!"

"Thank you, Master! Your disciple will definitely serve you with all my might and not let down your great kindness!"

The Strange Person grinned maliciously and nodded, finally instructing:

"Xie Wenren is your past. From today onwards, you shall be called Puppet!"

"Yes, Master!"

At this moment, Xie Wenren not only completed the transformation of his body but also the complete change of his mentality and name!

What followed would be a brand new life!

"Li Ping’an, you just wait for me!"

Looking at his fists full of strength, Xie Wenren’s mind was instantly filled with all kinds of evil thoughts. Now, he rather didn’t want to kill Li Ping’an in haste, instead, he wanted to apply all these evil thoughts to Li Ping’an!

"Let’s go!"

The Strange Person urged, wanting to take Puppet away from this place.

"Master, I’d like to do something before we go!"

"What is it?"

Puppet said slyly:

"I want to secretly inform Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect and Minister of the Household Cen Wenjin, those two old bastards, that their precious disciples and beloved sons were killed by Li Ping’an!"

"..."

The Strange Person did not answer in haste, but instead, he pondered with his head bowed. After a while, he replied:

"Don’t tell Sect Master Zhuge Junchen that his disciple Pei Yuanjing was killed by Li Ping’an just yet. I want to observe Li Ping’an a bit longer in Chang’an. As for Vice Minister Cen Wenjin, if you want to tell him, go ahead."

"Yes, Master!"

Seeing that Xie Wenren agreed to this, the Strange Person then placed Pei Yuanjing’s body in a coffin, and then led Xie Wenren to the residence of Minister Cen Wenjin. As they were about to leave, Xie Wenren asked one last question:

"Your disciple still does not know your revered name, may I ask for it, Master?"

"My revered name? Heh, nothing but an undead by the name of Kumarajiva!"

"My God! I would have never imagined it was you, sir!"

After a brief shock, an incredibly proud Xie Wenren exclaimed:

"With you as my Master, what do the Great Cultivation Sects count for! What does Li Ping’an count for!"

...

Minister of the Tang Dynasty Household Department, Cen Wenjin’s Mansion.

The steward, Cen San, had already prepared the celebration banquet, just waiting for Cen Fuda, Iron Staff Wang Lang, and their gang of idle followers, ruffians, and servants to return.

But Cen Wenjin and the old steward, Cen San, left waiting and right waiting, couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss, anxiously pacing back and forth.

"Old steward, could something unexpected have happened?"

Vice Minister Cen Wenjin, the longer he waited, the more he felt that an accident was bound to occur, and he couldn’t help but ask.

Steward Cen San, being a cunning man, naturally only picked the most reassuring words to say:

"Our young official, Fugui, is a person blessed by heaven, how could any mishap befall him? Besides, with The Second Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing, present, killing Li Ping’an must be almost certain. Perhaps after killing Li Ping’an and avenging himself, the young official is just too excited and is now reveling at some Music Bureau, drinking and enjoying the company of women. Once he’s done with the women, I’m sure he’ll return home happy and contented."

"I hope so..."

Though Minister Cen Wenjin heard these auspicious words, the unease in his heart did not subside.

The people of Cen Residence waited yet another half of a two-hour period, and the night grew darker and time passed later. Cen Wenjin finally could wait no longer and ordered the servants sternly:

"The three of you, go to the Fallen Dragon Pit to find the young official. The three of you, go to the Music Bureau he frequents and see. Once you find the young official, you must have him hurry back!"

"Yes, Master."

The three servants had just reached the mansion’s grand entrance when they hastily returned, one of them holding a letter in his hand.

"Hmm? You six beasts, why have you returned? Ah? Don’t want to work anymore, is that it?"

Vice Minister Cen Wenjin saw the six servants return and began to fiercely scold them.

The servant holding the letter hurriedly explained:

"Master, just as we reached the entrance, we found a letter wedged in the crack of the front gate. Upon examination, we discovered it was addressed to you, Master, so we rushed back to deliver it."

"Well, present it to me at once!"

"Yes!"

After the servant handed the letter to Vice Minister of the Household Cen Wenjin, Steward Cen San also came over to look and saw that the letter was written in blood with the words "Minister of the Tang Dynasty Household Department, Cen Wenjin, recipient" — ten big characters were written on it. Without even opening it, there was a sense of foreboding.

Cen Wenjin hesitated for a moment but still opened it, immediately reading the letter carefully in the lamplight:

Your son Cen Fuda and all his men have been killed by Li Ping’an, their bones are without a trace! Hahaha!

Signature: Puppet.

Sputter! Cen Wenjin spat out a mouthful of old blood and collapsed backward, fortunately with Steward Cen San there to support him.

"Master! Master! Are you all right?"

Steward Cen San, along with the surrounding servants, worriedly inquired.

"Impossible! My son could not possibly be dead!"

Cen Wenjin’s eyes were vacant as he looked at the starry sky above, his body shaking uncontrollably, and he kept mumbling this phrase.

Seeing this, no one dared to say anything more, merely waiting for Cen Wenjin’s orders.

"Quick! Send someone to find my son, he cannot possibly be dead!"

Vice Minister Cen Wenjin desperately clutched Steward Cen San’s sleeve, shouting emotionally.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I understand, I’ll send people immediately!"

Steward Cen San quickly gave the command, and this time mobilized the entire Cen Residence, old and young alike; most left to search for Cen Fuda’s whereabouts, while the others stayed to care for the nearly dead with rage Cen Wenjin and to call for a physician to treat him.

"Master, please don’t be agitated. This letter’s arrival is suspicious, certainly someone is trying to deceive you. Let’s trust what we see with our own eyes!"

Steward Cen San comforted Cen Wenjin, who was trembling on the bed.

"If he’s alive, we need to see him; if he’s dead, we need to see the body! If my son really has come to any harm, needless to say, I’m willing to pay any price to kill Li Ping’an to avenge my son!"

After a two-hour period, the servants and family members Steward Cen San had sent out came back to report one after another; they hadn’t seen Cen Fuda and his group at the Fallen Dragon Pit, the residential areas, or the Music Bureau.

Minister Cen Wenjin shuddered upon hearing this, then grabbed Steward Cen San by the arm and commanded:

"Go, quickly bring Chief of The Night Traveler’s Bureau, Lord Yang Kun, to me!"

"Ah?"

Steward Cen San hesitated for a moment, then replied with a bitter smile:

"Master, Lord Yang Kun is not someone that can be summoned so easily..."