DiploNovel #291 - I'm praying that the ancestors won't bless you
#291 - I'm praying that the ancestors won't bless you
Zhang Xiaohua looked at Zhang Chen, her eyes full of curiosity.
Zhang Chen and Xiaodouding returned to the small building, Xiaodouding looked at Zhang Chen with excitement: "Junior Brother, you have really made me proud this time. I'm afraid no one would have thought that you could break into the top ten."
"Calm down! What is the top ten? I am someone who wants to take first place," Zhang Chen said with a smile.
"It is impossible for you to take first place. Not to mention that I am here, but Zhang Xiaohua's weird body protection magic is not something you can break. Junior brother, don't be delusional, stop early, the water is too deep, you can't handle it," Li Donglai on the side smiled and hit Zhang Chen's confidence.
"What do you know, you little fatty? My junior brother is the bright moon in the sky, you are just a firefly, how can you know my junior brother's methods?" Xiaodouding was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and quickly reprimanded the other party, his voice full of protection.
"Hehe, you three-inch Ding, when you get to the arena, you will know my skills," Li Donglai replied unhurriedly, full of confidence.
He mastered the Copper Skin Iron Bones, so he was indeed very confident.
Zhang Chen on the side ignored the two people's bickering at this time, but was thinking about the next competition in his heart: "If I don't use the Blood Dao magic, I really can't break Zhang Xiaohua's body protection methods."
Thinking of this, Zhang Chen got up and walked towards the main hall. He wanted to see if the will of the Great Virtuous Teacher was still there. If the will of the Great Virtuous Teacher was still there, then everything would be fine. If the will of the Great Virtuous Teacher was gone, he could continue to steal the power of incense, to see if he could find a way to crack the opponent's golden body by improving his skills.
At this time, Zhang Chen realized the difficulty of this kind of horizontal training magic, which was simply extremely difficult. It was not enough for him to just fix the opponent, but he also had to find a way to break the opponent's magic to be more secure.
Zhang Chen walked into the main hall all the way. Without realizing it, his Dharma Eye opened, and sure enough, he saw that the will of the Great Virtuous Teacher was still hovering and had not left.
Zhang Chen's heart sank slightly. He had to temporarily give up the idea of stealing incense, and then Zhang Chen knelt on the ground and pretended to pray, as if praying for the ancestor to bless him to win the competition tomorrow.
Just as Zhang Chen was pretending to pray and kowtow, a voice that Zhang Chen hated came from outside the hall: "Yo, you little boy, are you cramming at the last minute, running here to pray and worship, hoping that the ancestor will bless you to be successful tomorrow? It's useless for you to pray to the ancestor, why don't you beg me, beg me to be gentle with you when I meet you tomorrow."
Chu Mingyue looked at Zhang Chen's back with a pair of eyes, her voice full of teasing, and the cold malice in her words was undisguised.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen smiled inexplicably, stood up and looked at Chu Mingyue: "No, I'm just praying that the ancestor don't bless you tomorrow, so that I can beat you to death."
After Zhang Chen finished speaking, he brushed past Chu Mingyue. Chu Mingyue's face suddenly changed, and she turned her head to look at Zhang Chen's back, and said to herself: "This kid has such strong confidence."
Zhang Chen walked out of the main hall, knowing in his heart that the path of stealing the power of incense would not work, so he had to think of other ways.
"Perhaps I can pin my hopes on my Blood Stains skill. Hiding my Blood God Child in the treasure sword, with the turbid characteristics of the Blood God Child, it should be easy to break the body protection magic," Zhang Chen thought to himself.
Whether it is Zhang Xiaohua or Li Donglai, they are just first-order existences. Zhang Chen's Blood Control skill has reached the fifth-order, and there is no comparability between the two sides.
"Then this treasure sword..." Zhang Chen lowered his head and looked at the treasure sword in his hand. The Blood God Child can only possess the flesh, not inanimate objects, but Zhang Chen can tamper with the treasure sword.
"This treasure sword is a good thing. If it is tarnished by blood stains, it will be a waste of things. It is better to find an ordinary iron sword, and then make a groove on the treasure sword and hide the Blood God Child in the blood groove..." Zhang Chen thought to himself.
Then he gave up the idea again. After all, this competition is of great importance. I don't know if there are any old guys from the Yellow Turban Sect secretly watching and peeping. If they see the existence of the Blood God Child, he will be asking for trouble for himself.
"I will use blood stains to nourish the treasure sword. As long as the treasure sword is stained with the power of my blood stains, the blood stains will naturally have the turbid effect of breaking the golden body," Zhang Chen thought of a perfect idea.
It was just that when Zhang Chen walked back to the courtyard, he saw a familiar figure standing in the courtyard, while Xiaodouding and Li Donglai stood respectfully in front of that figure.
Abbot Liu Feng was lecturing the two of them. As soon as Zhang Chen walked to the door, he heard Liu Feng say: "In tomorrow's competition, if you face the heir, you are only allowed to lose, not to win."
"Why?" Li Donglai was stunned, his eyes full of incomprehension and strong shock: "Didn't the Taoist temple say that the martial arts competition is fair? If you ask your disciple to do this, wouldn't it be against the original intention of the martial arts competition?"
"Because he is the heir, he deserves the blessing of the Water God. Only when he gets the benefits will he be more determined to surrender to my Yellow Turban Sect. The effect of our preaching in the Northern Territory will be better, and life in the future will be smoother," Liu Feng said with a serious face: "Therefore, you are only allowed to lose tomorrow, not to win."
"Does Uncle Master mean that the first place was already decided before the competition?" Li Donglai asked with a gloomy face.
"That's right," Liu Feng didn't hide it at this time: "The first place can only be the heir's."
"Then why doesn't the Taoist temple directly reward the spot to him? Why do we have to fight to the death to participate in the competition?" Li Donglai asked with a gloomy expression.
"The Great Virtuous Teacher is watching from above. Who dares to violate the rules set by the Great Virtuous Teacher? Moreover, if you want to become a Star God, you must have enough luck. As long as the heir defeats you, and carries the luck of a great victory, he can directly sit firmly in the position of Star God," Liu Feng said.
"So we are all the heir's resources, and we contribute all our luck to the heir to devour, right? Use the luck of all of us to fulfill him alone?" Li Donglai's voice was full of bitterness.
"For the sake of the overall situation of the sect, this is also a last resort. I hope you can understand the Taoist temple's painstaking efforts. Don't worry, when the Five Emperors and Five Emperors return to their positions in the future, and the Star Gods return to their positions, I can make the decision to allow you to become the subordinate gods of the Star Gods. It is not a fantasy to be immortal in the future, it's just a few days later," Liu Feng said earnestly.
"I'm afraid it's not just a few days later, but everyone will become Zhang Xiaohua's subordinates, and then continue to work for Zhang Xiaohua, right?" The bitterness at the corner of Li Donglai's mouth became more and more intense.
"This is your fate! It is the fate of your generation of Yellow Turban Sect disciples!" Liu Feng sighed softly: "Accept your fate."
Li Donglai fell silent and stood there without speaking.
Liu Feng patted Li Donglai on the shoulder, then sighed softly and turned to leave. When he walked to the gate, he saw Zhang Chen, nodded to Zhang Chen and did not speak, obviously thinking that Zhang Chen did not have the ability to threaten Zhang Xiaohua.
"Junior Brother Zhang, you are back," Li Donglai stood in the courtyard and saw Zhang Chen walking in, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I heard everything," Zhang Chen said with a heavy face.
"This Grand Competition is using the destiny and future of the younger generation under Master Ancestor Wu to fulfill and nourish Zhang Xiaohua. The so-called Grand Competition is nothing more than a harvest and plunder of destiny," Li Donglai said with a bitter smile.
"Are you giving up?" Zhang Chen asked, looking at Li Donglai.
"Do you think I have the right to say 'no' when facing the pressure from the entire Dao lineage?" Li Donglai retorted to Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen was silent upon hearing this. Although Li Donglai was a first-rank deity who had mastered Copper Skin Iron Bones, he was nothing more than an ant in the face of the behemoth that was the Yellow Sky Dao.
"I thought you were the kind of troublemaker who wouldn't be willing to be suppressed," Zhang Chen said.
Li Donglai's lips suddenly curled into a smile, a smile that was both wicked and unrestrained, with a hint of madness: "I have to say, Junior Brother, you're very accurate in judging people."
"So, you're going to go all out to defeat Zhang Xiaohua during the Grand Competition?" Zhang Chen asked curiously, feeling that if Li Donglai went all out, his chances of winning were still very high.
"If I defeat Zhang Xiaohua, the higher-ups of the Yellow Sky Dao will definitely not spare me," Li Donglai said.
Zhang Chen was completely bewildered by these words. He was unwilling to be suppressed, yet he wouldn't defeat Zhang Xiaohua. How was he going to pull this off?
"I might as well just forfeit the match! Zhang Xiaohua wants to harvest my destiny and must personally defeat me, but I won't give him the chance to defeat me at all." Saying this, Li Donglai stood up and waved to Zhang Chen and Xiao Douding: "Fellow junior brothers and sister, the world is vast, we'll meet again if fate allows. I might as well leave this Yellow Sky Dao. Now that I have gained power and become a deity, where can't I find a meal?"
After speaking, he turned around and left with a flourish, leaving Zhang Chen standing in the courtyard, stunned.
Zhang Chen stared blankly at Li Donglai's back, completely dumbfounded. He never expected Li Donglai to have such a plan.
"His unannounced departure will prevent Zhang Xiaohua from completing the harvest of destiny. The higher-ups of the Daoist temple will not spare him then," Zhang Chen said, looking at the departing Li Donglai with a sigh.
"That dead fatty is audacious. I overestimated him," Cheng Yu sighed from the side, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"He is ambitious and would never be willing to have his destiny harvested and become someone else's resource," Zhang Chen said.
"Then what about you, Junior Brother? What are you going to do?" Xiao Douding looked at Zhang Chen with a pair of eyes filled with worry: "Are you also going to be harvested by Zhang Xiaohua?"
"The Temple Master didn't instruct me. If I defeat Zhang Xiaohua, how could the Temple Master blame me?" Zhang Chen thought of Wu Changming. If Liu Feng really blamed him, that old fellow Wu Changming should stand up for him, right?
"Don't overthink it. I should hurry up and prepare," Zhang Chen muttered.
Meanwhile, Li Donglai walked out of Zhang Chen's small courtyard, becoming increasingly angry. He was a proud man. Before the Grand Competition, he prided himself on having a very high chance of winning the top spot. Whether it was Wu Minger or Chu Mingyue, neither of them could break his defense. The position of the Star God should have been his, but it was snatched away by the Pingbian Wang Mansion. He was extremely angry.
"That was everything that belonged to me, and it was all given to that good-for-nothing. How can you ask me to accept this?" Li Donglai became more and more angry, and simply stopped and turned towards a certain other courtyard.
Anyway, he was going to rebel against the Yellow Sky Dao. If he was going to do it, he might as well do something big.
If he ruined the Yellow Sky Dao's plan and took away some of the destiny, how could the Yellow Sky Dao spare him?
Since that was the case, he would be hunted down sooner or later. Why not gather even more powerful destiny? Then, with the blessing of destiny, his chances of escaping would be greater.
"Chu Mingyue!"
Li Donglai arrived at Chu Mingyue's residence and casually called out.
Chu Mingyue was currently alone in the courtyard, preparing for tomorrow's competition. Tomorrow was the Grand Competition, and he dared not be negligent.
Seeing Li Donglai arrive, Chu Mingyue's expression immediately darkened: "What are you doing here?"
The two of them had long been at odds.
"I just can't stand you bragging every day, saying that you slaughtered a deity, and proclaiming how awesome you are. Today, I want to teach you a lesson. I want to let you know the difference between a deity and a mortal! I want to let you know what despair is." As Li Donglai spoke, his figure was like a nimble leopard, and he arrived in front of Chu Mingyue in a few steps.
He was unwilling to leave like this and wanted to defeat Chu Mingyue and seize the destiny that Chu Mingyue had gathered.
"What are you going to do? Private sparring is prohibited in the Daoist temple…" Chu Mingyue's blood energy surged, and he quickly raised his fist to counterattack.
Unfortunately, Chu Mingyue had cultivated blood energy, and Li Donglai had also cultivated blood energy. Chu Mingyue was an inner strength martial artist, and Li Donglai was no worse. Moreover, Li Donglai had Copper Skin Iron Bones and was invulnerable to swords and spears. Facing Chu Mingyue's attack, he only attacked and did not defend. After only ten moves, Li Donglai punched Chu Mingyue in the chest. In an instant, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and Li Donglai flew out, crashing into a large tree, lying on the ground like a dead dog.
"Li - Dong - lai!" Chu Mingyue's voice was filled with anger, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, but he was unable to fight anymore.
"Boy, don't be so flamboyant in the future, and don't let me hear you boasting about your achievements in slaughtering deities, or I won't let you off so easily in the future." After speaking, Li Donglai found a rope and directly tied Chu Mingyue to the tree, then quickly left, leaving Chu Mingyue so angry that his face turned green and purple, and he was completely stunned.
"Is the gap between him and me really that big?" Chu Mingyue's eyes were filled with despair, and his energy and spirit dissipated at this moment, no longer as high-spirited as before.
Li Donglai did not stop and defeated three more people in succession. When he arrived at the courtyard of the fourth person, he saw a man frozen into an ice sculpture, standing quietly in the courtyard. Seeing the ice sculpture, Li Donglai was stunned: "This is Wu Minger's power of ice. It seems that this kid has made the same choice as me."
Inside a small courtyard,
Zhang Chen was holding an iron sword, as well as a hammer and chisel, constantly chiseling away with a clanging sound.
As a person who was extremely cautious, he felt that relying solely on the power of blood and filth to break through the opponent's protective divine power was still somewhat unsafe, and he had to prepare some backup plans.
He knew that he only had one chance. If the old fellows in the sect reacted, he would have no second chance to start over.
"I still need to design some ingenious features on the precious sword, so as to avoid any mistakes that would lead to a failure," Zhang Chen muttered.
Just as Zhang Chen was hammering away, a sound came from outside the door, and a young man wearing a mask slowly walked in from outside the door.
"Wu Minger," Zhang Chen heard the sound of footsteps and stopped his movements. When he turned his head and saw the person who had come, his eyes were filled with surprise.