Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 538: Pope 301_2

Chapter 538: Pope 301_2

The man’s face trembled several times, and the oppressive aura quickly dissipated as he came to a sudden realization, "So it turns out, my friend, you are an Undying. No wonder I’ve been feeling something odd."

He paused and then slowly said, "There are countless methods of cultivation within Taoism. Cultivating the Yang Divine is one path, and becoming an Undying is another."

As he spoke, the face descended and gradually took on a human shape, somewhat ethereal, with facial features that closely resembled a sculpture.

The Swamp Dharma King landed silently on the ground, standing in front of Fang Zhixing, and gave a cupped fist salute, "Let’s get acquainted. I am Sun Bingqi, once the Vice Sect Leader of Xiangxi Sect. I had my physical body destroyed during the campaign against the Black Evil Sect. Thereafter, by virtue of my contributions, my Yin God was ennobled with the title of Swamp Dharma King by the Court."

Fang Zhixing nodded in understanding and returned the gesture, "I, Zhang Changji, am merely a Loose Cultivator, wandering all around, with no fixed abode."

The Swamp Dharma King said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Zhang is modest in hiding his abilities. You’ve been wandering around my Dharma King Temple for quite a while, and I didn’t notice you at all."

He was speaking the truth.

While powerhouses of the Hundred Cows Realm could conceal their presence, details like a person’s heartbeat and blood flow were always dynamic and exceedingly difficult to conceal under the Divine Soul Perception of an equal opponent.

Especially the circulation of blood, which is the greatest source of leakage of one’s presence.

However, Fang Zhixing could perfectly control the blood within his body; once he retracted his presence, it was very hard for others to detect him.

This was his natural advantage.

Fang Zhixing waved his hand and chuckled, "The Dharma King flatters me. This little skill of mine in concealing my presence is nothing but a trivial trick."

The Swamp Dharma King nodded and asked, "You may ask whatever you wish to know, and I shall spare no detail."

After a moment of consideration, Fang Zhixing asked, "How do you harvest the luck from ordinary people?"

Turning around, the Swamp Dharma King waited a moment before a devotee walked in and knelt before the statue.

Seeing this, he chuckled and said, "You can’t see the luck on a devotee, but I can see it clearly.

Well, you can think of a devotee’s luck as their hair, and I can shear off their hair."

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean, can luck grow back after being sheared off?"

"Of course!"

The Swamp Dharma King chuckled as he explained, "Luck is actually unpredictable and hard to describe, but what is certain is that luck has its own life force."

Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue and remarked, "Like chives?"

"Yes, that analogy is quite apt!"

The Swamp Dharma King nodded vigorously, "The luck of ordinary people can grow continuously, one batch after another without end."

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help asking, "What happens to your devotees after you shear off their luck?"

The Swamp Dharma King explained, "I know what you are worried about. Actually, shearing off a bit of luck hardly affects ordinary people at all.

Of course, many Evil Gods greedily drain the luck from their devotees, leading to endless bad fortune and disaster, with miserable outcomes."

Fang Zhixing understood, and just at that moment, the devotee began lighting incense.

He quickly asked, "What’s the use of lighting incense?"

The Swamp Dharma King replied with a smile, "Incense not only purifies and consolidates luck, preventing it from dispersing but also brings pleasure and comfort to people. It also makes it more convenient for us to harvest their luck."

"..."

Fang Zhixing was momentarily speechless.

Impressive!

Having the pig clean itself before the slaughter!

This is the highest level of PUA!

To think that both Yin Gods and Yang Divine would plunder the luck of the people like this...

"Right, once Yin Gods and Yang Divine are officially recognized by the Court, it’s as if they’re given a license to plunder the luck of the people..."

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but think of the infamous "privateering licenses" issued by the Da Ying Empire.

As this crossed his mind, suddenly, a beam of light shone forth.

Fang Zhixing looked down to see the black ring on his left hand glowing.

[Proceed to the edge of the Pingwu Swamp to the north, 31 miles away from your current location. There lies a Fifth Level Restricted Area; please eliminate the pests immediately.]

[This mission is mandatory. Refusal will result in punishment.]

Fang Zhixing curled his lip, having not expected to receive a compulsory mission at this moment.

"Eh, isn’t this..."

The Swamp Dharma King was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "What, do you also have such a ring, Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

Fang Zhixing replied with a question, "Oh, you’ve seen them before?"

The Swamp Dharma King nodded, "I know several avatars of the Heavenly People, and they all have rings like this. Occasionally, they even recruit experts to assist them with tasks."

Fang Zhixing’s mind cleared, and he responded, "Then let’s end our conversation here for today, I must be going."

"Hold on a moment!"

The Swamp Dharma King suddenly called out, then he rubbed his fingers together, creating a ball of murky water which he transformed into a jewel and tossed it to Fang Zhixing.

"What is this?" Fang Zhixing asked as he caught it, curious.

The Swamp Dharma King replied, "The Pingwu Swamp is filled with water ghosts. With this bead, they will not attack you."

Fang Zhixing chuckled to himself.

Those water ghosts were probably all under the control of the Swamp Dharma King.

Anyone who trespasses into the Pingwu Swamp without praying to the Swamp Dharma King, offering some luck as a toll, would most likely be attacked by water ghosts.

Fang Zhixing vanished from his spot in a flicker.

"Ah, where did such an expert come from, with such a heavy killing intent..."

The Swamp Dharma King heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had long lost his physical body, standing in front of Fang Zhixing, he felt as if he were sweating bullets.

Fang Zhixing first returned to the inn, set things up for Jun Yao, and then set out with Xigou.

Soon, a man and a dog swiftly crossed a patch of barren grassland and arrived at the marsh.

Looking ahead, tall water plants thrived all around.