Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Do I look stupid?

Boom! Boom!

Blinding flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by the roar of thunder.

Drip-drop! Drip-drop!

Rain began to fall slowly and in just a moment, it turned into a downpour.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged inside the carriage, opening his eyes and reaching out his palm to collect the empty jade bottle in front of him.

He lifted the curtain that covered the window, watching the relentless rain and the muddy road.

"Sir, the rain is too heavy. Steward Huang suggests we find a place to rest and wait for it to stop before we continue on our journey,"

"Agreed!"

Liang Hui nodded in assent, dropping the curtain back in place.

Twenty-one days had passed since he joined the caravan, and they had already entered Tuzhou, now en route to Yongning City.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to travel at this moment.

Over these twenty-plus days, they had not encountered any mishaps and had safely reached this point.

He had devoted all his energy into cultivation during this time.

With the help of Monkey Wine, his progress in Marrow Refining was significant (Marrow Refining 84.12%), and it wouldn’t be long before he would step into the Organ Refining Level.

Furthermore, thanks to Monkey Wine, he had enough auxiliary herbs needed for Marrow Refining.

However, when he thought about his practice in the Seal Script Realm, Liang Hui felt somewhat helpless.

His eyes closed again, and he projected his consciousness toward his abdomen.

The azure ocean within became more vast, serene, and profound, with most of the clouds in the sky turning crimson.

The Crimson Cloud Sword circled among the clouds, constantly transforming its aura into mana.

With each conversion, the connection between him and the Crimson Cloud Sword grew stronger.

Liang Hui’s consciousness swept over his abdomen once before moving to his mind.

Within the undying brilliance of the Flowing Light Bell, the information about the Daoist clearly entered his consciousness.

Daoist (Seal Script 30.21%)

Such progress would seem exceedingly fast to an ordinary Daoist.

But compared to the advancement on the Martial Artist’s path, it was still slow, requiring over two more months to break through.

But there was nothing he could do, as all available resources had already been utilized.

"Sir, we have found a place to rest. You may leave the carriage now,"

the coachman’s voice interrupted Liang Hui’s train of thought.

He opened his eyes, a cyan light flickering over his body as he stepped down from the carriage.

Slap!

His boots landed on the ground, splashing water all around.

Standing in the rain, Liang Hui surveyed the dilapidated temple before him as more carriages continued to enter.

After scanning the surroundings, he stepped inside.

Once under a shelter that blocked the rain, he let the inner strength that enshrouded his body dissipate.

He walked forward and had not taken many steps before he saw an old man directing the caravan.

Upon seeing Liang Hui, the elder immediately approached, an expression of helplessness on his face.

"The heavens are not kind, just when we were about to reach Yongning City, this storm erupted,"

"No matter, it won’t cause much of a delay. However, while we rest in this temple, we should not let down our guard,"

"After all, this place is still in the wild mountains and ridges."

"I’ll see to it, Brother Qin, be at ease,"

Liang Hui gave a slight nod of his forehead, carrying his halberd and longbow on his back, and his longsword at his waist, he entered the main hall.

Looking at the broken Buddha statue seated atop the lotus platform and the Buddha head on the ground facing him,

the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he took large strides forward.

Bang!

With a stomp, the Buddha head shattered into rubble on the ground.

Drawing the sword from his waist, cyan inner strength instantly clung to it, and he swung it towards the Buddha statue.

Crack! Boom!

In an instant, the Buddha statue in the hall crumbled, breaking into tiny pieces that rolled on the ground.

It kicked up a cloud of dust.

’This should make it much safer,’ he thought.

Sheathing his sword, Liang Hui looked at the empty main hall, a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Sounds of chaotic footsteps rapidly approached from outside the hall as figures wielding weapons arrived before him.

"Sir, is there an enemy?"

"Sir, what just happened?"

...

Disorganized words kept coming.

Only after Steward Huang, supported by several guards, entered the great hall did Liang Hui respond.

"The Buddha statue was so old and unmaintained that it simply collapsed on its own," he said.

Beneath the low tones of his voice, his presence grew increasingly heavy.

The great hall fell silent.

"When I was young, I passed by this place many times. This temple has stood for decades; the collapse of the Buddha statue is not unusual," the supported elder added slowly.

With that, the guards dispersed to attend to their own matters.

The elder cast a deep glance at the young man who remained calm and then left as well.

Liang Hui found an arbitrary spot in the great hall, seated himself in the lotus position without concern for the dust, and began meditating.

At the same time, he took out a piece of glowstone from his spatial storage, placing it beside him and bringing a bit of light to the dim hall.

His eyes closed as he began to cultivate.

Time passed.

As the guards finished their tasks, the number of people in the great hall gradually increased.

Night deepened, and one by one, the fires were extinguished.

The sound of wind and rain continued to assail the temple, but the white light inside the hall remained constant.

In the dead of night, Liang Hui suddenly opened his eyes from his resting state.

He heard footsteps steadily approaching the temple, his brow furrowed, and he stood up straight away.

He walked briskly towards the temple’s main gate.

His unguarded movements woke the guards, who realized something was amiss as they watched the young man’s silhouette heading towards the gate.

One by one, they drew their weapons and followed.

Creak!

Liang Hui pushed open the gate, gazing at several figures drawing near to the temple.

"Friends, the rainstorm is fierce. May we take shelter here until it stops and then promptly leave?" a rough voice called out before the figures had arrived.

Liang Hui watched the three men appear before him.

No, to be precise, there were four; one lay atop the back of the leading Great Han.

"We have already claimed this place; you should look elsewhere for shelter," Liang Hui said, reaching back to touch his glaive, his expression cold.

"This is the only shelter from the rain around here, please be accommodating," the leading Great Han said, his face bitter.

"This temple wasn’t built by you all, so why can’t we enter?" the middle-aged woman with a scarred face asked, standing beside the Great Han, her face full of dissatisfaction.

"Leave, there are people here," Liang Hui repeated his previous words.

At this moment, the Great Han shifted the person on his back slightly, revealing a waist.

Rumble!

Lightning crossed the sky, illuminating the world like day for an instant.

A bloody wound from a blade on his waist became clearly visible in Liang Hui’s sight.

"My brother here is wounded. We just hope to tend to his injuries inside before leaving; is that okay?" the Great Han asked.

Sympathy and reluctance appeared on the faces of the guards behind Liang Hui.

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, stepped forward, and a cyan radiance rose from his body.

"Do you really think I’m a fool! You could have left alive; why choose death instead?" he exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" the Great Han asked.

His response was a glaive slashing rapidly towards his chest.

This strike was clearly intended to cut through both him and the person on his back.

The Great Han’s face contorted with ferocity, not having expected such a decisive and swift attack.

Ah!

With a fierce face, he leaped backwards as hard as he could.

At the same time, a white shield appeared around his body.

Crack! Boom!

The shield shattered, and the pitch-black glaive instantly struck his chest.

The Great Han’s chest burst open.

Blood sprayed as he was thrown backward.

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