Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Ferocity

The other party’s blatant disregard infuriated Wang Xuan. How dare someone impersonate him and still act so haughtily? Did they think Wang Xuan was made of clay?

The atmosphere between them seemed to chill and silence.

With a sudden burst, Wang Xuan moved.

In three steps, the distance between them was reduced to just a meter, the killing intent thick in the air. The other party reacted just then, assuming a defensive posture.

With a heavy punch, Wang Xuan pressed down on the opponent. A loud boom echoed as the entire building trembled with a muffled roar.

“Wang Xuan” raised his arms, withstanding the punch, but the floor beneath him cracked open.

“Who are you really? Speak now, or you’ll lose the chance to!” Wang Xuan threatened.

But the person remained silent. Wang Xuan, with eyes wide and fierce, brought his hand down like a massive hammer, unleashing his full strength without restraint.

Boom!

A palm strike landed on the fake Wang Xuan’s head, catching him completely off-guard. The current Wang Xuan was far more powerful than his past self, his strength so immense it could toss an elephant with ease—truly terrifying.

With a thud, the expected kill did not occur. Instead, something unexpected unfolded before Wang Xuan’s eyes.

In an instant, the fake Wang Xuan, unable to withstand such immense strength, burst apart, dissipating into spiritual qi and vanishing without a trace.

The scene left him stunned.

What the heck was that? Wasn’t it a living person just now?

The realization dawned on Wang Xuan. No wonder the other party’s aura was so strange. He was even prepared to destroy the body, only to find it was all a false alarm.

But, where did this energy body come from? Mimicking his appearance, it was truly bizarre.

The sound of water flushing came from the bathroom as Su Xiaowei heard voices, realizing Uncle Wang had returned.

Remembering her Yellow Turban Warrior she left outside, she quickly lifted her skirt, put on her blue and white school uniform, and walked out of the bathroom.

But once outside, she was taken aback, as the living room held only one figure.

This Wang Xuan was 1.85 meters tall, built robustly like a rock, with muscles that his clothes could hardly contain.

It seemed this was the real, living Uncle Wang.

“Uncle Wang, you’re back?!” Su Xiaowei greeted him.

Huh? Where’s my Yellow Turban Warrior?

Su Xiaowei wondered, finding it missing.

Wang Xuan nodded, “Yes, I’m back, seeing how well you’re progressing with your cultivation.”

Su Xiaowei scratched her head, circled around Wang Xuan to confirm it was indeed the living Uncle Wang, not something she had conjured through drawing.

She looked around, went into the bedroom, then the study, not even sparing the balcony, yet the Yellow Turban Warrior was indeed gone.

“Uncle Wang, did you see someone, hmm, someone who looks a lot like you?” Su Xiaowei asked.

“Looks like me? How similar?” Wang Xuan feigned obliviousness, already suspecting the person identical to him earlier was brought by this young girl.

Su Xiaowei didn’t say much, taking out a drawing from her sleeve, depicting a young man resembling Wang Xuan.

“Come out, Uncle Wang!” Su Xiaowei summoned.

The drawing ignited spontaneously with a puff; a figure emerged from the smoke, identical to Wang Xuan, even matching in height and build at 1.85 meters.

With one real and one fake Wang Xuan standing together, even his biological parents couldn’t tell who was real and who was fake.

Wang Xuan expressed a sound of surprise; this thing was really lifelike. In his hands, it could be highly effective, confusing enemies and buying time for attack or escape.

At that moment, a mysterious energy surged into his head, the accelerator announced: Detected exotic energy, convert and absorb into Source Power, proceed?

After absorbing it, he gained a bit of Source Power, just like the bit he receives daily.

It turns out, that unidentified exotic energy comes from this.

“Xiaowei, what is this? Why did someone like me come out of your drawing?” Wang Xuan asked.

Su Xiaowei giggled, delighted to share with Wang Xuan about her encounter with that bald monk Puji, and how he gifted her a stamp of the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman.

Once he understood the origins of the Yellow Turban Warrior, Wang Xuan realized he unknowingly received the benefits of the Divine Path.

“So that’s how it is, Xiaowei, you’re quite fortunate. If you were to follow that old monk to cultivate on the mountain, the world might have gained another Female Bodhisattva,” Wang Xuan laughed.

The big-headed coin Su Xiaowei gave him before had driven out the demonic qi within him, a massive favor. She might not be aware, but he certainly held it with gratitude.

Similarly, from this, he also surmised that the old monk had an extraordinarily high cultivation, potentially a Celestial Immortal or even a True Immortal.

“Ah?! I don’t want to go to the mountains to cultivate, I don’t want to shave my head, I don’t want to eat vegetarian and chant the Buddha’s name under an ancient lamp every day, that’s too scary.” Xiaowei said, patting her slightly heaving chest.

Uncle Wang laughed heartily; so that’s what the little girl was afraid of. He guessed the old monk would feel quite despondent if he knew.

“You can negotiate with the old monk. You can ask him if you can first stay in the human world to study and go to school, experience worldly affairs, and then follow him up the mountain to cultivate after you come of age.”

Uncle Wang gave Xiaowei some advice. In fact, he thought it was a rare opportunity for the young girl; if she grasped it, it would be a good chance to change her life’s destiny.

In Meiling, the old monk Puji coughed twice, agreeing with Uncle Wang’s words. Some rules were just for keeping the posture of monks and nuns, to maintain the demeanor of one who has renounced the world.

Rules aren’t the core; cultivating a Buddha Heart is the true essence.

“You’re doing well, I hope I can soon take this young girl as my disciple and fulfill my wish,” the old monk said with a smile.

After Xiaowei finished lunch, Uncle Wang guided her practice in the cultivation room. Now that his martial arts skills were somewhat accomplished, teaching the young girl the basics was not a problem at all.

“The progress of your Thirty-Six Techniques is quite fast, and recently it seems to have progressed rapidly, almost mastering it, two or three months ahead of schedule,” Uncle Wang said in surprise.

“It’s all thanks to Uncle Wang’s good teaching!” Xiaowei said shyly, feeling a bit embarrassed by Uncle Wang’s praise.

Uncle Wang waved his hand. He knew his own abilities; his guidance played only a small part. In fact, Xiaowei’s innate quality had changed.

It was as if she had undergone a transformation and marrow washing, her talent improved significantly. If this continued, crossing the Blood Exchange Realm before the age of twenty wouldn’t be impossible.

All this was due to the old monk’s subtle methods, using Divine Techniques beyond his comprehension.

When Xiaowei was about to go to class, she suddenly asked, “Uncle Wang, can you accompany me to see a movie tonight? It’s the new one, ’Flowers of the Other Shore.’”

“Watch a movie?” Uncle Wang thought for a moment and nodded, “I have time tonight.”

It’s just two hours, he could spare that.

However, he didn’t know that the movie told a romance story between a soldier from the Mother Star and a woman named Yellow Springs from the Yellow Springs Star during the battle on Yellow Springs Star.

In short, it’s a love story set against the backdrop of war, filled with scenes of battles and combat, extremely thrilling in action but could not escape its core essence, which was also a highlight attracting audiences.

An action romance, a classic theme combining iron-blood and tenderness, igniting the hearts of men and women, drawing many into the cinema.

Women watched for the romance, men watched for the action and combat, satisfying the needs of both parties, which was the director’s intent.

After school, Xiaowei set off with her bodyguard, a Yellow Turban Warrior. The two walked side by side, and people would make way upon seeing them, “Uncle Wang” being too tall and robust, clearly of unusual strength.

Zhao Hao flew on his sword heading towards Meiling when his Divine Sense suddenly swept over this scene, causing him to stop and land in front of “Uncle Wang.”

He sneered, “Didn’t expect to run into you again; truly, you are destined to die, ruining my Celestial Sword Mountain plans. You should die ten thousand times; I’ll send you on your way right now!”

He spat a sword light, and the “Uncle Wang” in front instantly exploded, making Zhao Hao frown for mistaking him!

He was so confused with anger that he didn’t realize it was just an Energy Body at first. However, this Energy Body was so lifelike that even he was deceived.

“Consider yourself lucky!”

Zhao Hao looked at Xiaowei again; since this Energy Body followed her, they must have an extraordinary relationship. Killing her would surely send Uncle Wang into paroxysms of grief.

“Blame it on knowing Uncle Wang!” Zhao Hao said coldly. As a Sword Immortal of Celestial Sword Mountain, killing a few people covertly was nothing!

A flash of Spiritual Fire shot forth, aiming to burn Xiaowei, enveloping her instantly.

Yet Xiaowei was enshrouded by Buddha’s Light; a gold coin emblazoned with a large bald head on her sparked with brilliance, unleashing a torrent of Buddha Essence to protect her.

Far away in Meiling, Monk Puji was watching a game and couldn’t help but curse loudly, “Demon, you are truly depraved! Fang Shan, don’t stop me, I, a Monk, will become a Furious Vajra for once!”

Reaching out his hand, hundreds of miles away, in front of Zhao Hao appeared a giant hand, slapping his face instantaneously. The overwhelming force broke the Earth Immortal Tendons and Bones of this Peak of Earth Immortal, sending him flying like a meteor.

He flew tens of thousands of miles, almost leaving the Mother Star and entering space, before another giant hand appeared to catch him and pull him back.

With bruises over his body, Zhao Hao lay on the ground, his protective Celestial Treasure shattered, coughing up blood, looking utterly miserable.

Three meters away were He the Sixth and his master Fang Shan, engrossed in a game, not even sparing him a glance.

As Zhao Hao looked up, an enormous bald head covered a large part of the sky, with Puji smilingly gazing at him, sending chills through his entire body.

Outside the cinema, although Xiaowei was a bit frightened, she appeared before Uncle Wang safe and sound. Uncle Wang looked at her somewhat pale face.

He asked, “What happened?”

Xiaowei replied, “I encountered a bad guy, but he was chased away.”

“As long as you’re okay. If you encounter danger, remember to notify Uncle Wang, and Uncle Wang will help you dispose of bad guys.”

Xiaowei smiled and nodded heavily.

The two composed themselves and walked into the cinema together.

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