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Chapter 314 - 6 Divine Emperor: It Seems You Have Chosen the Wrong Side

Chapter 314: Chapter 6 Divine Emperor: It Seems You Have Chosen the Wrong Side

"Heh!"

"As you wish."

Liang Hui chuckled lowly, completely unconcerned.

Yang Shan glanced at the young man leaning on the couch before.

She turned around!

Heading toward the living room.

Too much had happened today, and she needed to use the opportunity of preparing food to straighten out these events and make the best choices.

Watching the girl’s departing figure, Liang Hui’s gaze then shifted to the crimson skeleton.

"Now, let’s see, what exactly has this manifested Taoism Principle turned into."

He lifted his arm and pointed a finger, pressing it between the skeleton’s brows.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Streams of black smoke rose from the body of the skeleton.

The Pure Yang harmony continuously purged the impurities from within the skeleton.

As time ticked by, the black smoke kept rising, and after a while.

A wisp of crimson smoke emerged from the six orifices of the skeleton, gathering above its head to form a bead the size of a glass ball.

This Crimson Taoist Bead emitted an exceptionally mysterious aura, it felt as if gazing at the bead was like gazing directly at the Taoism Principle.

Liang Hui’s fingers lifted, reaching for the Crimson Taoist Bead.

"The principle of the Path of Fire, coupled with a trace of the principle related to karma. Thin though it may be, it’s still useful."

Liang Hui rubbed the bead in his palm and then swallowed it in one gulp.

As he swallowed the bead, his true form, sitting outside the world, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up in amusement.

Meanwhile, after Liang Hui swallowed the bead.

He turned his attention to the basin-sized billowing black fog, which kept churning and occasionally emitted mysterious whispers.

He reached out with his palm and pinched a strand of black fog to feel it carefully.

A slight frown formed between Liang Hui’s brows; he sensed extreme resentment and hatred.

Such resentment and hatred could not possibly be born from a living creature.

It seemed more like something generated by the world itself, and besides this, something else was present in the black fog.

Even with Liang Hui’s insight, he couldn’t ascertain what these things were.

As he pondered, the black fog suspended in midair had already slowly faded away.

Liang Hui’s eyes were deep with thought, and eventually, he let go of the black fog he was pinching, allowing it to vanish.

Bang!

With the dispersion of the black fog, the skeleton on the ground turned into a puff of dust.

"Taoist Master, the food is ready," a respectful voice came from the doorway.

Yang Shan, pulling a large table of meat, walked in.

Liang Hui looked at the plentiful food in front of him, giving the respectful girl a significant glance.

He picked up the chopsticks on the table and started eating heartily.

The depleted nutrients and energy began to recover at a rapid pace as the food was swallowed.

Plates of food were continuously brought into the bedroom and then devoured by Liang Hui.

Unbeknownst to them, time had already reached the early hours of the morning.

Yang Shan stood beside the young man, never once voicing her fatigue.

Seeing that the food on the table was almost gone.

The girl immediately stepped forward, ready to prepare more food.

"That’s enough!"

Hearing this, Yang Shan stopped in her tracks.

Liang Hui swallowed the last piece of meat and looked at the girl in pajamas, covered in sweat.

"The favor from last night has been repaid."

"How could a mere amount of food compare to the life-saving grace of the Taoist Master?" Yang Shan said sincerely.

Liang Hui, leaning against the couch, smoothed out the wrinkles at the hem of his robe.

"When I say it’s enough, it’s enough!"

"Yes, Taoist Master."

"Also, prepare a file on all the religions of the Da Yu and their origins for me."

The young man stood up, stepped past the girl, and paused at the doorway.

"Once you’ve gathered the information, send it to the teahouse from last night. I’ll go and collect it."

"Understood, Taoist Master."

"No more than one day. I will make sure it’s delivered."

The girl nodded.

Watching the young man’s figure gradually receding into the distance.

It was only after Liang Hui completely disappeared from sight did Yang Shan collapse to the floor, gasping for breath.

Standing by the Taoist priest’s side was like standing next to a man-eating tiger.

Life and death were not in her hands, it was too terrifying, too suffocating.

.....

Liang Hui moved along contentedly, walking the streets at ease.

He carefully observed the somewhat familiar yet foreign scenes around him, his eyes filled with memories, longing, and also indifference.

He was no longer one of the many under technology.

He was the Divine Emperor, he was the Human Emperor, with a single thought he could make the world crumble, and all beings perish.

"Strength can’t be increased for now, might as well relax a bit..."

He took steps forward, the young man entered the bustling city.

He began immersing himself in the familiar scenery, wandering around everywhere.

This relaxation lasted for a day.

In front of the teahouse, people came and went.

Liang Hui, clad in a yellow Taoist robe, approached from afar, his gaze becoming increasingly indifferent as he neared the teahouse.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The crisp sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear even on the bustling streets.

Upon pushing open the big doors of the teahouse, he was led by the owner to the private room he once frequented.

Creak!

When Liang Hui pushed open the room’s door, what appeared in his sight was not Yang Shan.

But a middle-aged woman and a Great Han wearing Da Yu official attire.

"Ah!"

The young man sighed softly.

He turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman dressed in a black uniform.

"Did you bring the thing?"

"Bring? What thing?"

The Great Han in official attire slapped the table with his palm, his expression chilling.

"Qingcang, you’ve caused trouble."

"First, killing people in the street, then causing the deaths of dozens in a hostel, come with me one..."

Boom!

Liang Hui stepped forward, instantly traversing space, and appeared in front of the Great Han.

He casually reached out with his palm.

Crack!

A head with a vacant expression had already been plucked off by him.

"You... you... how dare you, he is the captain of the security team." The middle-aged woman’s lips trembled as she pointed at the young man.

"It seems you didn’t bring the thing either."

"Did you want me to retrieve it?"

Liang Hui’s eyes were filled with a cold glare.

The head in his palm, like a heavy hammer, was smashed directly at the woman.

Thud!

Flesh and blood flew as her chest was smashed through.

With the deaths of the two people,

Liang Hui bent down and took out a gun coated with black paint from the waist pouch of the Great Han.

"Is this what you were relying on?"

The next moment, his palm exerted force.

The gun, made of Fine Iron, was instantly twisted into a corkscrew shape and dropped to the ground.

Stepping slowly to the window, he looked out at the security team gathering around the teahouse.

"Are the beings of this realm too submissive, emboldening you to such audacity?"

They acted without questioning, capturing first and asking questions later, and even an official dared to humiliate a combat expert in this manner.

"I will kill until you quake with fear."

The young man’s eyes shone with a cold light.

He exerted force with his foot and directly kicked the corpse of the Great Han.

Boom!

Broken stones and glass mixed with blood scattered.

Blocking the vision of the security team.

A yellow shadow, concealed by the blood, leaped down.

Rushing forward, he charged ahead.

Crack! Crack!...

The sounds of bones breaking, mixed with the death cries, echoed through the entire street.

"There’s an enemy, open fire at will! Open fire at will!"

"How dare he? How dare he?"

"We represent the Da Yu Dynasty, Qingcang, stop your hand."

Da da da...

Threats, pleas for mercy, gunshots.

As time passed, they gradually fell silent.

The young man, his yellow robe stained with blood, stood atop a pile of corpses, looking forward.

He tilted his head slightly.

Bang!

A gunshot sounded, the bullet brushed past his hair and fell on a corpse, splattering blood flowers.

’Sniping Hunter! Useless!’