High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 126 - 102: Junior Brother, Please Offer the Evil Ones’ Heads to Me (Triple Combo) (Part 2)

Chapter 126: Chapter 102: Junior Brother, Please Offer the Evil Ones’ Heads to Me (Triple Combo) (Part 2)

"Your Highness is wise."

Lin Er You cupped his hands once more.

He looked downward and saw Chen Kuang carrying three heads, walking openly out of the Governor’s Mansion.

When he came, he didn’t alert anyone; when he left, he made a grand spectacle, not hiding in the slightest.

Carrying those three heads, his appearance was truly shocking.

However, within Jishao County, there was no longer any danger for him, so naturally, he could exhibit openly without hiding.

Zhou Yanwei was slightly stunned, looking in the direction Chen Kuang was heading straight: "Is he going... to the lakeside?"

Lin Er You squinted his eyes, looked into the distance, and suddenly smiled:

"He’s using their own methods against them."

By the lakeside, an altar had already been erected.

It was originally constructed overnight, intended for the Governor and the Civilization Official to use countless heads as a warning tomorrow.

But now, with Chen Kuang carrying three heads, breaking through the rain curtain and under the watchful eyes of many, he was indeed going to sacrifice these to the Dragon King!

Lin Er You analyzed methodically:

"By sacrificing these three main culprits now, in a few days, when things settle down, the people will realize that the supposed wrath of the Dragon King was merely a lie by the Governor, thus, rendering the concept of sacrifice pointless."

Zhou Yanwei nodded in agreement; doing so was indeed the best choice for appeasing the masses and dispelling the myth of sacrifice.

But very soon, Lin Er You would realize he had underestimated the situation again.

...

Around the Governor’s Mansion, countless members of the Cao Bang were originally gathered.

Most were cultivators of the Enlightenment Realm, but among them were two trusted Vice Gang Leaders of Fan Hailong, and a subordinate chairman.

These two were of the Innate Realm, one in the Original Energy, the other in the Harmonious Energy.

When the Governor’s Mansion collapsed, the two’s expressions immediately changed, realizing something had happened, they rushed in but stopped after just a few steps.

The young man who emerged carrying the heads was drenched in blood, washed onto the ground by the rain.

The three heads were respectively the Civilization Official, the Governor, and Fan Hailong!

Without uttering a word, it already shook the heart and spirit.

The chairman was stupefied: "Gang Leader!"

They never expected that Fan Hailong, after gaining a fortuitous increase in power and establishing a stronghold in Jishao County, would suddenly die so abruptly one day!

Other Cao Bang members witnessing the scene shrank their pupils, exclaiming and all retreated.

In a swoosh, they backed away, forming a large empty circle.

The Vice Gang Leader swallowed, shouting sternly with a lack of conviction: "Who are you?! How dare, how dare you kill within the Governor’s Mansion..."

His voice trailed off after only three hard words.

Habitually, he defended for a bit, then realized, his Gang Leader was already killed; why was he still trying to defend anything? That was courting death, wasn’t it?

In a month, his greed had amassed only a few ten thousand taels of silver from Cao Bang, hardly worth his life.

Chen Kuang glanced at him coldly, without uttering a word, and continued forward.

The Vice Gang Leader and that chairman’s faces changed drastically, repeatedly retreating.

Chen Kuang took one step forward, they retreated seven or eight steps.

However, Chen Kuang moved faster than their retreat, reaching them in just a few breaths.

"Don’t! Don’t don’t kill me! Immortal Master spare my life! Immortal Master, Immortal Master, please!"

In an instant, their faces turned pale as they fell to the ground, crawling off to the side, showing a flattering smile and shouting to the surroundings:

"Why haven’t you cleared the way?! Why are you standing here in the way! Don’t you have eyes? Make way for the Immortal Master!"

The Cao Bang members looked at each other—truthfully, they had already run far away.

Chen Kuang ignored them too.

He made his way to the half-finished altar; all the soldiers and Cao Bang members originally guarding had already fled at the sight of him.

A few loyal ones were swiftly killed by a small blood-colored sword in his consciousness.

This small sword was something he condensed in his consciousness upon fully stimulating the "Grass-Cutting Song" for the first time.

It seemed like a smaller version of the Killing Sword with a similar function, though with much reduced power; however, it could be used at any time and didn’t rely on killing to activate.

This was the "Sword of Consciousness," which appeared every time the "Grass-Cutting Song" was stimulated, invisible and formless, capable of killing with thought alone.

Upon seeing this small sword, Chen Kuang understood.

It was the same gaze filled with killing intent that Huo Hengxuan used to "kill" him in the hallucination.

However, this "Sword of Consciousness" killed not by draining Spiritual Qi but consuming Divine Sense.

Especially since he had comprehended a musical intent earlier, just using it a few times to kill several Enlightenment Realm cultivators made Chen Kuang feel deeply exhausted, as if hollowed out.

A few more uses might lead to a weakened Divine Sense, resulting in backlash and death.

If Chen Kuang wasn’t certain it was safe now, he wouldn’t dare squander so recklessly.

On the altar.

Chen Kuang, carrying the three heads, walked to the highest point.

"Hoo, hoo..."

In front of him, Dongting Lake raged with waves amidst the storm, countless fishing boats swayed on the water, battered by the tides, with a dark cloud covering the thousands of miles, and the wind howling, rain descending, unlike the previously bustling, peaceful scene of thriving businesses.

The wind by the lake was much stronger than on land, causing Chen Kuang’s white robe to flap loudly, like a banner fluttering in the wind, attracting everyone’s attention.

The retreating soldiers and gang members involuntarily halted, casting their gaze toward the altar.

Those fishermen and residents by the lake, hearing the commotion, also curiously poked their heads out, eager to see what had happened.