Chapter 228 - Chapter 228: 228 He can’t die (1/2)
Chapter 228: 228 He can’t die
Translator: 549690339
Huangmu City, City Lord Mansion.
In that empty grand hall, Daoist Muhuang was engrossed in the book he held in his hands.
After completing a page, he would lower his head, lick his tongue, and flip to the next page.
“Senior, the two of them have left the city,” suddenly, a faint voice of Steward Han sounded, “Six people followed them out, including Xue Yong and Zheng Mingxin.”
“Hmm.”
Daoist Muhuang responded, indicating his awareness, yet his eyes didn’t deviate from the book.
Steward Han reminded again, “Are we not going to intervene?”
“Are you worried about those two from Great Zhou? That doesn’t sound like you.”
After a long pause, Steward Han sighed, murmuring, “I almost forgot that I am a human, until I saw them. As I age, I can’t bear to see beautiful things getting destroyed.”
At last, Daoist Muhuang looked up and glanced at him, then comforted,” If you had maintained this frame of mind ten years ago, you would have a hope for reaching the Nascent Soul.”
Steward Han had long given up hope. His severe level of pollution could send him out-of-control anytime now.
Reaching the Nascent Soul stage was out of question, he wasn’t even certain how many days he could live.
He asked again, “Are we really not going to intervene?”
Daoist Muhuang sighed, “Since Luo Daoist friend was polluted, the grotesque creature he transformed into is about to awaken. At this time, Huangmu City cannot afford to lose much of its strength.”
Steward Han didn’t say anything further, silently exiting the place.
Daoist Muhuang looked in the direction of the city gate, his heart repeating two words, “Great Zhou—”
As Steward Han left the grand hall, beneath his black robe, a monstrous energy coiled crazily, as though countless creatures were about to fly out from within.
The guards nearby, seeing his state, immediately prepared for battle, surrounding him with magical tools.
This was a clear sign that he was on the verge of losing control.
Once a cultivator like Steward Han lost control, it would cause enormous damage to the Huangmu City.
The best course of action was prevention, to eradicate him completely, from his mortal body to his original spirit before he lost control.
However, just as the head guard was about to give the command to attack, the raging energy beneath Steward Han’s black robe suddenly calmed down.
He had miraculously drawn himself back from the edge of out-of-control, stabilizing his condition once more.
The guards surrounding him were taken aback, but then saw Steward Han raising his head, his gaze sweeping over them, causing a cold chill in their hearts. Hurriedly, they made way for him.
Steward Han didn’t say a single word and directly left.
After leaving the City Lord Mansion, Steward Han left Huangmu City. Channeling his precious True Essence, he flew speedily in a certain direction.
About half an hour later, he finally caught up.
“Is there a reason you all are following me?”
From a distance, he heard that sunny voice, sighing inwardly with relief.
It was the voice that made his cold, frozen heart beat once more.
That was the feeling of being alive that he had long forgotten.
How beautiful it was to be alive.
He would not allow the master of that voice to be harmed.
No matter who it was, he wouldn’t allow it.
Following that was a sly voice, “Hand over all your belongings.”
“The elixirs, Magic Treasures, secret cultivation techniques, all of it,” another voice demanded.
“And leave the woman next to you,” a third man added greedily.
These three people, Steward Han knew them, they were all Golden Core cultivators of infamous reputation from Huangmu City, all extremely heavily polluted.
All of the remaining Golden Core cultivators within Huangmu City, barring the two who were in closed-door cultivation, had all come here.
“Han Feng, do you also want a share of the spoils?”
Now, the highest-level Golden Core among them, Xue Yong, was the first to recognize his arrival. His tone harbored quite a bit of fear.
Steward Han coldly enunciated, “Leave this place, or die.”
These words sent the three Golden Core cultivators into a frenzy.
“Han Feng, don’t think because you are in the advanced Golden Core stage we are afraid of you.”
“Are you trying to keep all the goods for yourself? Aren’t you afraid of overeating?”
“Dare to compete with me for a woman, kill him.”
Gu Yang observed these three irascible Golden Core cultivators, feeling increasingly fearful of this world.
The three of them could hardly control their emotions, their eyes filled with all sorts of greedy desires.
In the language of this world, their souls had been polluted.
This was the most terrifying part of these grotesque creatures.
The toxins in the world’s vital energies would merely contaminate the mortal body and True Essence.
However, these grotesque creatures could pollute a cultivator’s soul and original spirit.