Chapter 116: The Plague of Filial Piety
while those who oppose me retreat with their hands on the ground.Upon hearing Lian Heng's provocation, he didn't even twitch an eyebrow. He simply said in a low voice, "You can try."Quickening his pac...The Twelve Divine Appearances of the White Bone Dao secret technique is incredibly powerful and is said to be the protective method of the White Bone Divine Venerable.
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Those who are entrusted with this method of the White Bone Dao's twelve faces are also mid-to-high level members of the White Bone Dao, second only to envoys and elders.
But by now, there are only four people left.
The rat faces and dog faces were already dead at the Fenglin City battle, they died in the garrison of the Fenglin City city guards.
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Ox faces, horse faces, sheep faces, and chicken faces, were all defeated by my single battle in the city of Unredemption.
Hu Mian, within the territory governed by the Shuangjiao Hui of Mo Guo, was slain by Li Jianqiu, who had broken through the Heavenly Gate in a sudden battle, using the art of Dao swordsmanship.
Even the most fearsome and crazed Pig Face among the Twelve Men, who even the Serpent Face dreaded, met an unexpected end in a small town beneath the Yanggu Daylight County of Jia City.
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The Twelve have been reduced to eight.
Now there are only rabbit faces, monkey faces, dragon faces, and her own reserves.
She increasingly felt that the higher-ups didn't care about their lives.
Even with their profound cultivation and extraordinary combat power, in the eyes of the higher-ups, they were merely slightly stronger pawns—which wasn't a big deal. The problem was that there weren't many pawns left, yet the situation grew increasingly perilous, and soon it would be her turn.
No, she is now in danger.
She wasn't afraid of death at first, but after escaping from Maple Forest City, her fear of death grew day by day.
She doesn't want to die.
She didn't survive on her own, it wasn't just her.
So she was especially unwilling to die.
Now she walked within the borders of Yang, her figure concealed by a long cloak.
Both hands hung at the sides, on the slender index finger of her right hand, was a green "thread" wound around it. At the end of the green thread, there hung a tiny bell.
All the way rocking, there was no sound.
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The reason for focusing on describing this "blue line" is that it's no ordinary thread, but a blue vein, forcefully extracted from a cultivator's body. It has been treated with secret methods.
The original owner of this tendon was a monk from the State Dao Academy of Zhuang. With a heart full of passion, he dared to pursue relentlessly.
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The serpent used its sinews to suspend a bell, of course, to display its cruelty.
... what she herself may not have realized was that it was her own fear that drove her to frighten those who were pursuing her.
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Having been transferred to the Eastern Region, she let out a breath of relief. She was truly fed up with Zhuang Guo's persecution under the guise of national enmity.
But upon hearing of Pig Face's death, she could no longer rest easy.
This can be seen from her overly cautious eyes.
However, walking on the road, she was not noticeable at all.
In today's Yang Guo, panic and vigilance are truly commonplace emotions.
Everyone who has to walk the road wants to find a way to wrap themselves up tightly.
Even the serpent face had seen, there were several corpses, just lying across the road. No one cared, they bred maggots on their own.
When corpses are left unburied, it is a sign of a country's collapse.
Compassion is something that a snake face wouldn't have.
So she walked along the road, her steps light.
This impromptu order can be completed and left soon. She wouldn't dwell on revenge like a pig-faced person.
The enemy has already died in Fenglin City.
Where are there enemies left
She gently shook her finger, the blue silk bell hanging from it, swaying silently.
A bell suspended by human sinews is, of course, no simple thing.
The White Bone Dao has twelve White Bone Faces, the Rat Bone Face is at the head.
The rat face is dead, but his things are still here.
As the head of the Twelve Skulls, his death at Fenglin City was not only due to Fang Da Huzi's fearless charge and Zhao Lang and Wei Yan's perfect cooperation. There was a bigger reason: his life-bound magic weapon, forged from the Rat God's bones, was considered too dangerous. It had been kept in the White Bone Dao headquarters all along. This meant that his combat strength was incomplete.
Even organizations like the Lianbaigudao thought this was dangerous…
> In the hands of he who stands upon the serpent's bones.
It was this little bell that couldn't make a sound, named the plague bell.
It also has another name, called, the Source of Plague.
It was it that caused the plague ravaging Yang Guo today.
The decision is made by the Holy Lord, the plan is devised by the White Bone Messenger, the specific execution is carried out by the Pig Bone Face, and now the Snake Bone Face takes over.
To be precise, the real plague is a pair, mother and child bells.
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The mother bell creates the plague, and the child bell absorbs the plague energy.
The mother bell of the plague has completed its mission, the one in the hands of the Serpent-Faced is a child bell.
White bones lie exposed in the wild, a thousand miles with no crowing of roosters. The deathly and resentful qi that arises afterward, and the plague qi that swells from it, is precisely what the Honored Deity of the Netherworld desires.
"The Dragon Face is loyal only to the Sacred Lord. The Monkey Face is cunning and deceitful, having connections with everyone. The Rabbit Face is devoted to the messengers. Elder Lu's mind is unfathomable. As for the Holy Maiden... what are her thoughts"
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The snake-bone face pondered silently.
She wouldn't have thought about such things before, but now she has to think about them, and she has to think about them a lot.
The current White Bone Dao is not the same as the White Bone Dao of the past.
It will never be the same again.
On June 15th, Jiang Wang missed the Fudi Challenge.
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He slept soundly through the night. He had expected the loss of his power and felt no regrets about that. The only regret he had was missing the chance to spar with a powerful opponent.
In theory, at his current level, staying up for days on end wouldn't be a big issue. But first, there were ten days and ten nights spent saving Qingyang Town, followed by a solo sword strike into the city, where he beheaded Jiacheng's city chairman Mu Nan and all of his extraordinary guards.
Both my body and mind have reached a certain limit, and I need to rely on sleep to recuperate.
Dugu moved a stool and sat outside the door, refusing to budge even when urged by others.
It is also unknown what she could do if danger were to arise, with her martial arts training only having just begun.
When Jiang Wang woke up and went out, it was hard to say that there wasn't a sense of relief in his heart.
But he simply asked, “How are things in town”
“It’s already under control. There are still some dead, but new cases are very few.” Xiaoxi finished speaking and joyfully said, “Master, you’re awake”
"Hmm." Jiang Wang reached out and gently patted her young shoulder: "You go rest, I'll be responsible for the rest."
Her small eyes lit up instantly. This was the first time Jiang Wang had ever been so affectionate towards her.
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“Master, you killed Lord Xi” Her voice was lighter now, she said, “Everyone says it’s a just outcome!”
"People's hearts" Jiang Wang didn't feel proud about it, instead he just wanted to sigh: "When Sun Ping died, the city was also very pleased."
Xiao Xiao heard the unusual low tone in Jiang Wang's voice and couldn't help but ask, "Sun Ping"
"You should remember this name," Jiang Wang said as he walked past Dugu Xiao. "He is the true hero."
“My master said so, so he must be right.”
Jiang Wang shook her head and didn't say anything more.
In fact, XiaoXiao didn't care about the plague, nor did she care about heroes, or even the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Jiacheng City.
She did everything she could, all just to prove her worth and make sure she wouldn't be abandoned again. She had no energy or desire to concern herself with anything else.
Such was she.
Her unseen but tangible "illness."
Is it not, after all, another kind of "plague"
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How else could she “heal”
"Come with me to town," Jiang Wang said.
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“Yes, Master!” He jumped up behind him with glee.
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