Tang Xiaoyu turned his head to look, and several fierce-looking men walked out.
The passing villagers, scared to the ground, said to Tang Xiaoyu: "Daoist priest, they are the mountain bandits from Qingfeng Stockade. They are cruel and ruthless, capable of all evils. I will try to stop them, you run away quickly."
Perhaps because of nervousness, they forgot that Tang Xiaoyu was an immortal.
Tang Xiaoyu said: You don't need to say that line, now even if I want to run, I can't.
"Boy, I see your Daoist temple is very popular, you must have made a lot of money! Are you going to share some with us brothers?"
Tang Xiaoyu's originally gentle face instantly filled with an evil smile: "Want money? How much do you want? Is one hundred million enough?"
"Are you kidding me, boy?"
"Hehe, kidding you? I don't have time to kid with you. I really can burn one hundred million for you."
After saying that, he instantly snapped several people's necks, without any more nonsense to say to them.
The villager asked uncertainly: "Daoist priest, are they dead?"
"Those who have lost their conscience do not deserve to live in this world."
"Won't the Dao Ancestor blame him?"
"We should be good to people, but not be good to evils. To deal with evils, we can only be more evil than them to make them feel fear and not dare to do evil."
"Not only will the Dao Ancestor not blame me, he would think I didn't kill them all."
The villager said: "The Dao Ancestor is also a man of passion!"
Tang Xiaoyu did not explain, because sages would not care about the life and death of a few people.
Tang Xiaoyu took the money from the bodies of several people and asked, "Where is their lair? I'm going to eliminate them completely."
"I don't know the exact location, it is said to be in the mountains thirty miles away." After saying that, he pointed Tang Xiaoyu in a direction.
"I see, you wait for the people behind to come and dispose of the corpses together. Take the reward if you can, if not then bury them."
"I understand, Daoist priest."
Subsequently, Tang Xiaoyu went towards the location of Qingfeng Stockade.
When he arrived at the gate of the stockade, Tang Xiaoyu did not waste words and directly attacked with killing intent, his crimson eyes and mad actions seemed to be venting the repression, resentment, and humiliation over the years.
In an instant, Qingfeng Stockade was filled with blood, apart from the villagers who were tied up in the mountains, Tang Xiaoyu spared neither the dogs nor the chickens, truly leaving no living beings behind.
"If the roots remain, new shoots will grow when spring breeze blows. Why don't so many people understand this simple logic?"
Standing in the pool of blood, Tang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, calmed himself down for a moment, and walked towards the imprisoned villagers with a serene face again.
Tang Xiaoyu led the villagers out of the stockade from the other side and headed back.
The villagers were unceasingly grateful, but Tang Xiaoyu always gently told them there was no need to be like this: "If you really want to thank me, just come to Qingshan Daoist Temple and offer incense when you have time."
One woman said: "Don't worry, Daoist priest. Not only will we go ourselves, we will also bring our family members along."
Although many women had been humiliated, Tang Xiaoyu's words rekindled their hopes:
"The purity of the soul is the real purity. The body is just a temporary shell. A filthy soul cannot obtain the approval of the Dao Ancestor."
The humiliated women asked in succession: "Won't the Dao Ancestor abandon those like us?"
Tang Xiaoyu affirmed: "As long as you keep a pure heart, the Dao Ancestor will not abandon you."
"Thank you, Daoist priest. We will surely kneel and worship the Dao Ancestor every day."
Tang Xiaoyu nodded satisfyingly: "Good."
After sending the villagers back to town, Tang Xiaoyu headed back.
On the way, he met the villager who disposed of the corpses. The villager told him the bandits were buried not far away.
Tang Xiaoyu was a man of his words. He bought spirit money and went to the place where the mountain bandits were buried.
"In our Daoist way, we value honesty. I said I would burn one hundred million for you, so I will."
"The money is burnt for you. In your next life, if you don't say you'll be a good person, at least don't be an evil person."
"I don't care how many people you killed. I only care who you killed. You killed those who should not have been killed. Death is the best place for you to go."
The news that Qingfeng Stockade was slaughtered quickly spread within a hundred miles. More and more people came to Qingshan Daoist Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.
Since the incense was there for anyone to offer it at will, he would not bother with these things.
Just when Tang Xiaoyu was considering what to do next, officials arrived.
They brought him a banner and rewarded money.
One official said: "Abbot Tang, on behalf of the people of Qingshan Town, I would like to express my gratitude to you for saving the people from fire and water."
After saying that, he took out the banner. Tang Xiaoyu quickly stepped forward to receive it.
It was written on it: Saving People From Fire And Water
Tang Xiaoyu was speechless, now understanding the meaning of the previous sentence.
"You're too kind, that was only effortless help from me."
The officials followed with praises upon praises, but Tang Xiaoyu only politely declined.
Then, the official took out the reward from the government: "This is a bit of everyone's goodwill, hoping that Abbot Tang will expand Qingshan Daoist Temple a bit."
Tang Xiaoyu took a look at the temple and accepted the money: "It is time to expand a bit, please extend my thanks to everyone."
"Abbot Tang, you're too courteous. By the way, can we offer incense and pray?"
"Please do."
After the officials finished offering incense, they went to Tang Xiaoyu and whispered: "Abbot Tang should be more careful these days. People from Yinming Sect have learned of your situation and are sending someone to check on you."
Tang Xiaoyu expressed his thanks: "Thank you all for the reminder, I will be careful."
"Then, we'll take our leave, Abbot Tang."
Tang Xiaoyu bowed: "Good fortune and happiness to you."
The officials also bowed back: "Farewell."
After sending these people away, Tang Xiaoyu began counting the assets. Combined with the rewards from the government and Qingfeng Stockade, there were over 200,000 taels of silver, including more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones.
"Taking from the people and using it for the people. After expanding the temple, the rest will be used to publish Daode Jing and distribute it among the commoners."
"What's left will be used to buy incense and provide food for the people coming at noon."
Having made up his mind, Tang Xiaoyu immediately took action. After informing people about the expansion of Qingshan Daoist Temple, many villagers volunteered to help. Of course Tang Xiaoyu agreed.
Building the temple together, everyone will have a deeper affection for it.
The temple construction started quickly. Tang Xiaoyu didn't understand it, he only gave them a rough idea and then started working on logistics, cooking, boiling water, taking care of the children.
Soon Tang Xiaoyu became the darling of the kids.
When he was free, he would also sing a couple of songs for everyone.
Xiao Hei is now very depressed. Before this, he was always thinking about how to become the next temple abbot. Now it seems there is no chance anymore.
"The Dao Ancestor hasn't come to blame this guy recently. I was still waiting to succeed as the abbot, leading him to revive our Daoist teachings!"
Tang Xiaoyu walked over from the distance: "Move your ass away. Everyday you can't do this and eat that. What use do I have for you?"
"Just wait until the Dao Ancestor comes, I will definitely ask him to take away a lazy dog like you."
"Useless idiot."
After saying that, Tang Xiaoyu walked away with disgust.
When Xiao Hei heard this, he wanted to get angry at first, but after looking at his current state, his head drooped down.
Just when Tang Xiaoyu was busy with great enthusiasm, a voice scared him into shuddering violently.
"Tang Xiaoyu you bastard, shame on you, now you're cheating people by pretending to be a god!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
