Chapter 886: Chapter 890: Having a Son But No Descendants

Chapter 886 -890: Having a Son But No Descendants

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The Crow’s Nest was built atop an ancient petrified Divine Tree, at the very top, consisting of many golden vines, blue sacred leaves, and luxurious furs neatly glued together, forming a rather extravagant nest that resembled a palace perched on the petrified Divine Tree.

The thunderclouds were ready from all directions.

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Zhu Minglang looked up at the dark, oppressive sky.

He stretched out a hand, palm facing the heavens.

Suddenly, he clenched his fist…

The Spirit Messenger of Thunder Punishment naturally knew how to serve the True God well, so upon seeing Zhu Minglang’s signal, it immediately released a burst of lightning sparks, issuing commands to the spirit messengers of thunder and lightning.

“BOOM!!!!!!”

Boom!!!!!!”

Streaks of pale lightning swirled in the sky above the grey swamp land, like dragons born at the dawn of creation, their electrifying bodies and tails endangering the firmament itself with their wild dance.

Thunder and lightning flashed and roared as if a Chaos Deity was about to descend; the Crow’s Nest atop the petrified tree panicked a massive swarm of crows, which, thinking their own nest had been struck, surprisingly did not hide within the palace of the nest but flew out in droves, as if intending to shield themselves from the torrential divine thunder with their own bodies.

Zhu Minglang leaped onto the back of the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon and soared up to the palace of crows amidst the intertwining apocalyptic thunder.

The White Marsh Crows all had a consensus.

They all recognized Zhu Minglang.

When they saw Zhu Minglang appear here without warning, their sinister red eyes instantly revealed a look of terror!

“Caw!!!”

Who the hell is watching this guy?

“Caw!!!! Caw!!!!”

How does he know we’re here, he’s seen us.

“Caw! Caw!”

Not good, not good.

Like trickster crows whose cloaks had been lifted, they revealed their true forms.

Instantly, all the White Marsh Crows were thrown into chaos, the panic and astonishment in their eyes palpable, like a swarm of bees attacked by a brown bear at their hive.

Riding on the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon, Zhu Minglang flew up to the palace of the crows.

Piercing through the actually harmless White Marsh Crows, Zhu Minglang used his Divine Sense to search for the Crow Immortal.

The Crow Immortal clearly wanted to escape amidst the chaos, given that all adult White Marsh Crows looked the same.

“Caw! Caw!!!!”

Protect, protect, protect!

Countless crows scattered in all directions, while a formidable thunder net had already been woven between heaven and earth, covering the white swamp land; it was very difficult for these White Marsh Crows to escape unless they smashed directly into the thunder net and were utterly obliterated.

Being unafraid of death is one thing, charging blindly into lightning to meet death is another.

Soon, the space in which these White Marsh Crows could move was greatly limited by the dense network of lightning, and combined with the Avalokitesvara vines Zhu Minglang had thrown onto the ground beforehand, those who gave up their dignity and turned into drenched crows had no chance of escape.

A clean sweep!

In the face of such a situation, Zhu Minglang didn’t need to search with his Divine Sense one by one; the true form of the Crow Immortal revealed itself.

It flew in front of Zhu Minglang and posed as if pleading for mercy.

“Superior Immortal, spare my life, Superior Immortal, spare my life, this Little Demon was ignorant and offended your dignity, please forgive me, Superior Immortal!” the Crow Immortal spoke human words, even moving its wings forward in a human-like bow, looking rather comical.

“I ask you, other than playing these tricks, what other harmful abilities do you have?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Responding to the Superior Immortal, this fairy is proficient in sowing discord, bloody disasters, nightmares, bad luck, childlessness curses, reversing right and wrong, and other such Omen Beast Spells,” the Crow Immortal said.

“Your spells to summon those great Monsters I have already seen through. I ask you again, why have your White Marsh Crows been following me, and why does the environment around me become adverse, frequently experiencing blood rain, hail, bewitching fog, and such?” Zhu Minglang questioned.

The abilities of the White Marsh Crows were still quite mysterious, and Zhu Minglang could only guess at a few broad aspects, unable to explain the rest.

“It’s the Resentment Technique, our… our clan can draw resentment energy from powerful beings. The more powerful the person, the more we can get, and through this resentment energy, we obtain superior spells, like sending down disasters and curses, making the cursed ones frequently encounter calamities,” the Crow Immortal explained.

“Would you dare to meddle with those at the God principal level?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Replying to the Superior Immortal, we White Marsh Crows do not consider cultivation base; unless there are discerning eyes like yours that can see through our characteristics and tricks, even beings at the God King Level who enter our White Marsh Realm would still be haunted by ominous signs,” the Crow Immortal said.

“Interesting, alright, I’ll spare your life, but from now on, you’ll follow me like the Lightning Punishing Spirit Messenger. Whoever I tell you to punish, you give it your all, understand?” Zhu Minglang said to the Crow Immortal.

“Understood, understood, I thank the Superior Immortal for sparing my life, I thank the Superior Immortal for sparing my life!” the Crow Immortal said.

Naturally, the Crow Immortal dared not resist and promptly signed the Servant God Contract, becoming one of the attending Spirit Messengers for Zhu Minglang, the God of Fuchen.

The Lightning Punishing Spirit Messenger, the Bane Immortal Spirit Messenger.

Zhu Minglang truly hadn’t expected that the first followers he’d gather in his travels wouldn’t be any heavenly beautiful ladies but rather a Flying Lightning Snake and a Bane Crow.

However, from their abilities, one could judge that they indeed represented, to some extent, the control of the natural order of living beings by the heavens, executing the Reward Good Punish Evil mission.

“Superior Immortal, Superior Immortal, there are many treasures in the White Marsh Realm. Should I have the little ones bring them all over to you?” the Crow Immortal quickly knew to please Zhu Minglang, the True God.

“What kind of treasures are they?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“We White Marsh Crows, apart from enjoying following some powerful creatures to draw their power, also like to follow those dying or about to encounter sudden disasters. Once they die, their possessions naturally become ownerless items. We call this scavenging. The White Marsh Realm is vast, and beyond the White Marsh Realm, there are my incarnations and Little Demons patrolling. Every year, the treasures collected from scavenging pile up to the size of a mountain,” the Crow Immortal said slyly.

A pair of sinister red eyes, exuding a mysterious and majestic air, as if mocking the world as a God of Death from high above.

Zhu Minglang now understood that White Marsh Crows were naturally born with this special pair of eyes. No matter if it’s humbly telling Zhu Minglang about their White Marsh Crows’ wealth-building method or “groveling” to plead for mercy, their gaze remained that of the “incarnation of the God of Death”!

Despite some dissonance, if that’s their natural appearance, what can you say?

“Does this thing, harm one’s moral integrity?” Zhu Minglang turned his head and asked Mr. Jinli.

“As long as you’re not ordering this Deadly Crow to kill people and then take their treasures, it won’t harm your moral integrity,” Mr. Jinli said.

“Be assured, Superior Immortal, be assured, we never directly harm people.”

“So indirectly you’ve still caused the death of quite a few, right?” Zhu Minglang said.

“No, no, no, Superior Immortal, you can’t see my duty as harming people. This White Marsh Realm is inherently forbidden land. The heavens have commanded me to guard it and have granted me the eyes representing the God of Death to warn people not to approach the White Marsh Realm, not to come here out of greed for its treasures and end up dying in vain. Over the years, because of my existence, countless people have been scared witless and dare not come close. Because of me, countless people revere the White Marsh and brush with death. Even a tiger naturally has its own territory and lair. It’s righteous for it to kill intruders and threats without harming its cultivation base. As a punishing Omen Spirit Messenger of the White Marsh, how can punishing those intruders count as harming them?” Crow Immortal argued eloquently and reasonably.

Zhu Minglang thought for a moment.

The Deadly Crow’s words weren’t wrong.

Lightning also kills people walking in the rain every year; Zhu Minglang certainly couldn’t put all that blame on the Lightning Punishing Spirit Messenger.

You avoid lightning on rainy days, don’t frequent marshes, don’t… These are some common sense survival tips. The Lightning Punishing Spirit Messenger and the Crow Immortal Spirit Messenger are just warning premonitory beasts born in such environments, more for cautioning the world.

“What if I ask you to go kill a god that I extremely dislike?” Zhu Minglang posed a soul-searching question to the vigorously argumentative Crow Immortal.

“Superior Immortal, I see that your head is surrounded by a noble purple aura; you must be a person of virtuous cultivation. The ones you dislike must certainly be extremely vicious evil-doers, full of sin, who must face heavenly retribution. Should there be such a person, I will show no mercy! I will ensure they have children with no progeny, a wife with no strength, life with no luck, and death with no rebirth!” Crow Immortal said righteously and indignantly.

“…” Zhu Minglang didn’t know how to evaluate this Deadly Crow at the moment.

“I can understand ‘a wife with no strength,’ but what does ‘children with no progeny’ mean?” Mr. Jinli suddenly asked with genuine curiosity.

Crow Immortal looked at Mr. Jinli with a weird gaze.

Zhu Minglang also looked at the old lecherous fish with a weird gaze.

“Have you heard of the story of the Red Carp and the Green Carp?” Crow Immortal whispered softly.

“Isn’t that a tongue twister used in folk tales to help children practice speaking?”

“Follow me as I say, so I can see how well you speak human language: Red Carp, Green Carp…”

“Red Carp, Green Carp, is that difficult?” Mr. Jinli asked, puzzled.

“Red Carp greened the Green Carp.”

“Red Carp greened the Green Carp… Deadly Crow, I am going to tear your mouth apart!!” Mr. Jinli suddenly realized and became furious. Without evolving into a Violent Carp Dragon, he directly flew to the crow’s side and started slapping it fiercely with his fish tail.

The Crow Immortal laughed mischievously, fleeing to a tree branch, and then it started its signature cawing, “Wa, wa, wa, children with no progeny, children with no progeny!”

Zhu Minglang walked expressionlessly through the dangerous White Marsh Realm.

What had he done in his past life to end up with these two immortals in his current one? Whether they could help him Reward Good Punish Evil, he wasn’t sure, but if he kept their company long enough, his intelligence was doomed to be dragged down to their level…