This Taoist Master is too Frivolous - Chapter 322

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Wang Hou left.

Xu Yang and his wives, along with Yue Niang, left the area as well.

Everything returned to its original calm.

The islands that had been covered in billowing smoke disappeared into the depths of the sea. The faint moonlight and starlight bathed the area, and the sea breeze blew ceaselessly, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

About 20 minutes later…

A purple lightning bolt streaked across the western sky.

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The purple lightning was initially far away, but in the blink of an eye, it reached the area above the sea where the “former” Asura Sect’s mountain gate was located, transforming into a muscular, bald white man.

The white man seemed to be about thirty years old, standing nearly 6’3″ tall, his strong muscles stretching his clothes tight.

His eyes were sharp, with lightning flickering deep within. He looked around and exclaimed in surprise, “What a powerful essence of blades… Wang Hou’s blade skill has actually reached this level?”

Of course.

He spoke in English, but the translation roughly meant that.

Descending slowly, the white man landed beside the black reef, then his figure flickered and turned into a wisp of electric light that entered the reef.

10 minutes later, he emerged from the reef, shaking his head and sighing, “After all these years, Wang Hou remains the same… The treasures within the Asura Sect have been stripped bare.”

The white man quickly took his leave.

He traveled westward and eventually landed at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the Presidential Mansion in the Huaqi Kingdom’s Evergreen Province.

It was past midnight in Da Xia time.

But it was noon in the Huaqi Kingdom.

The president of the Huaqi Kingdom had just finished lunch prepared by the Presidential Mansion chefs and was about to take a nap when the butler rushed in. “Mr. President, Thunder God has arrived!”

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“What?”

The president stood up quickly, saying, “Quick, please show Mr. Thunder God to… no, I’ll go greet him personally!”

Thunder God…

In the Huaqi Kingdom, his name was just as significant as Wang Hou in Da Xia!

Looking at the world stage, Thunder God’s name was even more famous. He was once considered the number-one martial artist in the world. Even comparing Wang Hou to him would be a disservice. His personal experience was legendary.

It is said that Thunder God’s real name was Tony, and he used to be a struggling barber.

In Da Xia, being a barber was a highly sought-after profession.

However, this was the Huaqi Kingdom.

Men here liked two hairstyles—dreadlocks and shaved heads. Women naturally had various hair colors. So Tony nearly went bankrupt, and even his girlfriend ran off with a Black man. It was on that fateful day when a thunderstorm struck, and he climbed up to the rooftop, reaching for the electric wires…

Unexpectedly, instead of dying, he was simultaneously struck by high-voltage current and lightning.

From then on, Tony gained the ability to control lightning, and he grew stronger and stronger until he earned the name “Thunder God.”

“Mr. Thunder God!”

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The Huaqi Kingdom president personally welcomed him, but Thunder God “Tony” was very calm. He laughed and said, “Mr. President, I assume you’ve already learned about Da Xia’s operation three hours ago?”

“I visited the site, and the third-ranked underground assassin organization, the Asura Sect, has been destroyed.”

“You politicians, don’t make a fuss about this event!”

Thunder God “Tony” looked at the president and said indifferently, “Today’s Da Xia is not the Da Xia of the past. With the global revival of spiritual aura, this ancient oriental nation will wake up like a mighty dragon, and one day, it will become an existence we will have to look up to.”

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At the same time.

Da Xia.

Spirits Management Bureau Headquarters.

Wang Hou raced back and immediately convened a video conference. Attending were generals from the military and high-ranking government officials.

After all, they had made use of “Dongfeng Express.”

Such an event had serious implications, and maybe some countries would take the chance to criticize and distort international public opinion.

At the end of the video conference, Wang Hou laughed and said, “Actually, everyone doesn’t need to worry. With such a huge commotion, other countries will definitely send strong individuals to investigate… Remember any countries that dare to talk nonsense, and when I’m free, I’ll visit them personally.”

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General Ye from the military department said, “Minister Wang, won’t that be too reckless?”

Wang Hou replied, “I left a wisp of blade intent in that sea area. If a visiting expert is powerful enough to realize the potency of that blade intent, they won’t say anything… Otherwise, if they dare to talk nonsense, it means they’re nothing. With my current strength, no one can stop me when I visit their country!”

Compared to the triumphant Wang Hou, Xu Yang was much more exhausted.

At this moment.

Dawn was approaching.

He had explored over 500 miles of sea area with his wives and Yue Niang, stepping on eleven different islands.

However, they couldn’t find any trace of Yin spirits or malevolent beings, not even a ghostly shadow.

“Enough…”

“We finally got a chance to come out and have fun, so why worry about these things? We’ll just go back and scare Long Xiaoxue. When the Ghost Market opens, we’ll play in the haunted house for a few hours, and we’ll easily accumulate merit points.”

With that thought in mind, Xu Yang said, “Everyone has worked hard. Let’s rest for a while on the island ahead…”

Xu Yang walked on the sea.

Liu Shishi, Yue Qiluo, Yun Mengxi, and Yue Niang followed behind.

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Yue Yuluo and Yang Yin floated in the sky.

As they approached the small island, Yue Yuluo and Yang Yin pointed at it, exclaiming, “Husband, there are humans living on the island… Wow, quite a few people, even forming a small town!”

Xu Yang looked at the scenery, and the sky was just getting bright.

There was a wisp of smoke rising from the small island, and in the nearby sheltered harbor, numerous fishing boats and rowboats were docked.

This was normal.

According to statistics, of the more than 17,000 islands in Indonesia, about 6,000 of them are inhabited by humans, with the most populous Java Island having a population of 145 million.

After searching so many islands, it’s normal to come across one inhabited by people.

Xu Yang smiled, “Let’s go ashore and check it out, experience some exotic customs.”

One person, five ghosts, and one zombie went ashore.

However, upon setting foot on the island, they found… there were already many people gathered on the beach!

These people were similar to those from Da Xia, with yellow skin, and dressed in distinctively Indonesian attire. Upon seeing Xu Yang and the women arrive, they immediately bowed their heads and started chattering, though Xu Yang couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Indonesia has more than 100 ethnic groups, all with yellow skin, and more than 100 ethnic languages. Eventually, they formed a unified Indonesian language based on Malay.

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Xu Yang could understand a few sentences of English, but Indonesian…

He didn’t understand a single word!

Fortunately, with his current cultivation level, he could discern their intentions from their mental fluctuations with a sweep of his spiritual power.

From the side, Yun Mengxi whispered, “What are these people chattering about?”

“They are worshiping us.”

Xu Yang explained, “We just walked on water, so they probably mistook us for gods.”

Immediately afterward.

An elderly man with missing teeth came forward and presented Xu Yang with a large bouquet of flowers.

These flowers seemed freshly picked from the island. There was even a bee on them. The bee buzzed and flew towards Xu Yang’s face to sting him, but it was futile, since Xu Yang’s current physical strength was strong enough to withstand bullets, let alone a small bee.

The old man danced with joy, chattering away and gesturing.

Seeing the women’s puzzled faces, Xu Yang said, “They want to invite us to eat and visit their temple!”

Xu Yang’s gaze flickered.

The temple?

He sent a thought into the old man’s mind, asking, “What temple?”

The old man was momentarily stunned.

Then he excitedly chattered at the people behind him, bragging that the god had spoken to him and so on.

Finally, he chattered at Xu Yang again,

The general idea was…

This was the temple built for you, the god, according to your will!

“Oh?”

A thought flashed in Xu Yang’s mind, and he immediately guessed… this place must be ruled by some “evil god”… Most likely, someone from the Asura Sect.

This was quite normal.

Back in Xi’an, the “land deity” he had smashed to death had a “territory” and had built temples in Indonesia to spread beliefs, bewitching the people and exploiting them.

They followed the villagers into the island.

Soon, Xu Yang arrived at a temple.

This temple was quite luxurious, especially compared to the shabby houses of the island’s residents. The temple had a distinctly Chinese style, with a red-painted gate and a courtyard paved with crushed stones.

In the center of the courtyard, there were several small pine trees.

There were nine rooms in the temple, with the central main hall’s door wide open. A large incense burner was placed outside, filled with incense sticks. Inside the hall, there was a nearly three-meter-tall statue.

The statue was not made of clay but smelted metal, seemingly coated with a layer of gold.

“Tsk tsk!”

Seeing this scene, Xu Yang couldn’t help but sigh, “No wonder so many Yin deities from Da Xia would go overseas… If I were a Yin deity, I would go too!”

The villagers treated Xu Yang like a divine spirit and prepared a sumptuous breakfast for him.

After eating, Xu Yang sent the villagers away with a sweep of his spiritual power.

“Ladies and Yue Niang, conceal your auras. let’s wait for that deity here in this temple.”

Xu Yang’s eyes flickered, and a mischievous idea formed in his heart.

Bored while waiting, Xu Yang wanted to play games with his wives, but considering Yue Niang was also there, he took out a deck of poker cards, “Let’s play poker for a while!”

Soon, laughter and joyful sounds could be heard from inside the temple.

Time passed quickly, and noon arrived.

The previously sunny weather suddenly darkened.

Xu Yang looked at the temple’s entrance and smiled, “Finally here…”

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