Chapter 218 -118: Ghost-Catching Sect! I Do Not Fear Even the Personal Arrival of a Grandmaster of Divine Intent
“Mayor, look over there!”
A wealthy gentleman in a silk robe leaned in and reminded him in a hushed voice.
The mayor of Ping’an Town, the fat-headed, big-eared man in a silk robe, finally followed the gentleman’s gaze.
The once-sturdy bluestone brick wall of the room ahead was now smashed open, leaving a massive hole.
Beside it, the large, carved bed he had personally selected and paid a fortune for had been shattered into a pile of splintered wood, strewn about the floor.
There were bloodstains on the floor, along with several scraps of cloth. The mayor of Ping’an Town, of course, recognized the fabric.
He had just had someone bring that navy blue silk back from Yun Port City last month.
‘Wait, this looks like my eldest son’s room.’
His voice began to tremble, and his lips quivered. “Where is my son?”
The next second, as if jolted awake by his words, everyone ignored Mr. Mei, who was still standing in the courtyard, and swarmed into the room.
“Young Master!”
“Young Master!”
“Quick, search!”
Cries of alarm erupted one after another, but no matter how hard they searched, there was no sign of the young master.
Seeing the group’s frantic state, Mr. Mei simply shook his head and turned to leave.
Heaven and earth were in upheaval, Spiritual Qi was reviving, and Immortal Flesh was appearing everywhere. Rumors of these events had been spreading like wildfire across the Daxia New Country, and Mr. Mei was naturally aware of them.
His tour had brought him to this town, where he had heard many stories about the Immortal Flesh. Some found it deep in the mountains, others by the river, and some even dug it up in their own backyards.
In the wake of this, all sorts of monsters and demons throughout the Daxia New Country began to emerge, each trying to get ahead of the others.
Spirits and monsters, dormant for years, began to appear one after another. Having devoured the Immortal Flesh and gained sentience, they were no longer content to hide in the deep mountains and ancient forests.
Then there were the Warlocks who had long been silent, as well as other gifted individuals from all walks of life.
Fortune-tellers, palm readers, exorcists, ghost-catchers, talisman artists, and spell-casters—with the revival of Spiritual Qi, they all began to flex their newfound power.
And of course, many reclusive Ancient Martial Families also began to surface one by one.
The affair with the Emperor in Yanjing ultimately turned out to be nothing more than a farce. The consequence, of course, was that the Daxia New Country plunged back into the even more brutal era of warring military governors.
It was a constant free-for-all: today you seize my territory, tomorrow I take your city.
The common people were caught in the middle, paying taxes to one lord today and surrendering grain to another tomorrow.
“When the rulers prosper, the people suffer. When the rulers fall, the people suffer.” This saying has been true from ancient times to the present, never once changing.
Mr. Mei had sung opera his entire life, from his youth until his hair turned white, from obscurity to regional fame.
He had sung “Farewell My Concubine,” “The Drunken Beauty,” “The Battle of Changban,” and “The Ruse of the Empty City.”
Now, he had, by a stroke of luck, broken through to the legendary realm of Grandmaster of Divine Intent, standing at the very pinnacle of the Martial Arts.
But Mr. Mei knew in his heart that even a Grandmaster of Divine Intent was still mortal. They could not ignore the dangers posed by the firearms of the foreigners.
After all, there were few monsters of Horizontal Training like Lu Yun in the entire world.
Mr. Mei, who hailed from Demon Sea City in the south, finally left Ping’an Town with his opera troupe, making his way slowly toward the nearby Yun Port City.
‘So be it. The song ends, the audience scatters; the play is over, the actors depart. It’s all just a story of human joy and sorrow.’
‘I ask this vast, boundless earth, who decides its fate?’
‘I must meet this Lu Yun, the man hailed as Daxia’s foremost Grandmaster of Divine Intent!’
‘If he can bring hope to the people of this land, then I must offer my own strength to his cause.’
A day later, at the Lu Family estate in Yun Port City, Lu Yun held a document in his hands.
It was the official appointment for the Military Governor of Yun Port City, stamped with the great seal of Yanjing—a dazzling, bright red.
Below it were signatures, thumbprints, and an array of complex seals. Everything was in order; not a single thing was missing.
After verifying its authenticity, the corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile. “I am the one who decides its fate.”
“Now it’s time to overhaul this corrupt Yun Port City. From this day forward, I want the entire Yun Port City to have only one voice.”
“And that is me, Lu Yun.”
Whether it was the guards who extorted and abused their power, the domineering constables in the foreign concessions,
or those damn foreigners and the gangster-run world outside—starting today, they must all abide by the rules I set.
Of course, this didn’t mean Lu Yun intended to wipe them all out. He understood the principle that “water too pure has no fish” better than anyone.
Lu Yun wouldn’t just smash all the existing powers with a single blow. That would only push them into a corner, forcing them to unite and fight back.
He had to eat this meal one bite at a time, proceeding with his plan step by step. First, he would stabilize the situation, then slowly absorb, purge, and integrate the various factions.
In the end, there would be only one master in all of Yun Port City.
Lu Yun recalled the matter of Zhou Daniu. The servant had worked for the Lu Family for half a year and had never once stepped outside, yet he still managed to find a piece of Immortal Flesh near the decorative rockery.
‘What does that prove? It proves that Immortal Flesh is starting to sprout up all over the Daxia New Country.’
It could appear out of thin air at any time, in any place.
The strength of those who found it would skyrocket, which was not a good thing at all. Eating that stuff would lead to possession by an Outer Celestial Demon.
Whether they were a Grandmaster of Huajin or a Martial Artist of a lower Realm, they would all bring immense harm to the world.
That was why Lu Yun had to get Yun Port City in order as quickly as possible—the faster, the better. Only by holding the entire city firmly in his grasp could he rapidly identify those who had eaten the Immortal Flesh.
And it would allow him to dispatch his men to quickly eliminate any uncontrollable demonic monsters that appeared.

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