PNB Chapter 1687 This is the true strength of my Wan Chuan Sect!
Chapter 1687 This is the true strength of my Wan Chuan Sect!
The fake deacon's stubborn denial and his counter-accusations, along with the pained and questioning looks from the surrounding villagers, were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the suppressed anger in Jizhou's heart!
He originally intended to keep the man's mouth shut and slowly interrogate him to find out who was behind it all.
But now, he has changed his mind!
"Stubborn!"
Ji Zhou laughed in anger, and suddenly increased the force of his foot!
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound rang out, and several ribs in the fake butler's chest broke instantly. He let out an extremely shrill scream, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
"Ah—! You...you dare..."
"I can not?"
Ji Zhou's voice was icy cold as he interrupted him, "Why should my Wan Chuan Sect need to prove anything to a coward like you who hides his face and smears others' innocence?!"
He abruptly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the restless crowd like a bolt of lightning, his voice booming like thunder, drowning out all the noise:
"Fellow villagers! Don't you understand?! If my Wan Chuan Sect were truly after money, why did we turn around and leave without taking a single penny when we wiped out the evil cultivators?!"
"If my Wan Chuan Sect truly relied on its strength to bully the weak, based on the power we just displayed, would we need to waste time talking to you here, or fabricate lies?! We would simply slaughter your Shuiyang City, plunder all your wealth, and who could stop us?!"
These words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone hard on the heart!
Yes, the terrifying strength that Jizhou and the others just displayed instantly subdued all the imposters. If they were really evil people, Shuiyang City would have been a river of blood long ago!
Jizhou said no more; he would prove himself with his actions!
He lifted the screaming fake butler up like a chick, and on his other fist, spiritual energy surged, with a faint dragon-shaped aura swirling around it, radiating a terrifying pressure!
"Look closely! This is the true strength that disciples of the Wan Chuan Sect should possess!"
Before he finished speaking, he punched the fake butler hard in the dantian!
"puff--!"
The fake butler's body arched violently, his eyes bulged out, and he vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs!
His spiritual energy dissipated instantly like a deflated balloon, and his cultivation was completely ruined!
He collapsed like a limp rag doll, only able to exhale, not inhale.
Jizhou threw him on the ground like trash, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the other trembling imposters on the ground, finally settling on the shocked and speechless faces of the crowd.
"Look carefully, all of you!" His voice shook the surrounding area. "These good-for-nothings, their highest cultivation level is only Foundation Establishment, their actions are despicable, they only know how to bully the good and extort money! Do they even deserve to impersonate my Wan Chuan Sect?!"
He pointed sharply at the fake butler lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, his voice filled with unparalleled confidence and arrogance:
"As for my Wanchuan Sect! We act only with a clear conscience, protecting the weak and slaying demons! The power we possess is for eradicating injustice in the world, not for bullying the weak and plundering the people!"
"Now, tell me! Who is real? Who is fake?!"
silence!
Deathly silence!
Then, someone in the crowd shouted, "It's true! This immortal is the real Wan Chuan Sect Master!"
"Yes! We were so foolish! We actually believed those damned liars!"
"The Wan Chuan Sect truly helped us! We were wrong! Immortal Master, please forgive us!"
The old city lord was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He led all the residents to kneel down and kowtow repeatedly.
"Immortal Master, please see the truth! We were foolish and deceived by treacherous people, misunderstanding your great kindness! We are guilty! Please punish us, Immortal Master!"
Seeing his fellow villagers suddenly realize their mistake and weep bitterly, Ji Zhou's anger gradually subsided.
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Please rise, everyone. The fault does not lie with you, but with the despicable mastermind behind it all. Now that the truth is out, I hope that you will be able to distinguish right from wrong in the future and not be misled by rumors again."
He gestured to the disciples of the Battle Hall to pick up all the ashen-faced imposters on the ground.
"These scoundrels will be taken away and dealt with. From now on, Shuiyang City will be at peace!"
Having said that, Jizhou didn't linger any longer. Leading the disciples of the Battle Hall and the prisoners, he disappeared into the night once again amidst countless grateful and guilty gazes!
……
With a group of prisoners who looked like dead dogs, Jizhou and the disciples of Zhantang quickly left Shuiyang City and temporarily settled in a secluded valley.
Amu kicked a trembling imposter at his feet while excitedly looking at Jizhou:
"Brother Jizhou, we've really made a name for ourselves this time! The story of the real and fake Monkey Kings in Shuiyang City is definitely going viral now! Let's see who dares to impersonate us again!"
Da Niu grinned and said, "That's right! After this, the reputation of our Wan Chuan Sect is truly established! We're chivalrous and righteous, and our strength is ridiculously powerful!"
The other disciples echoed their sentiments, their faces beaming with pride and joy.
Seeing his brothers' excited expressions, Jizhou smiled, but his eyes remained calm.
He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, our efforts over this period of time have not been in vain. Now, almost everyone in the lower and middle levels of the Spirit Realm knows the name of my Wan Chuan Sect, and has also witnessed our strength and code of conduct. Our prestige has been established to a considerable extent."
He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the ashen-faced prisoners on the ground: "However, merely making a show of force on the outside is ultimately just a stopgap measure. Our Wanchuan Sect cannot forever remain a mysterious organization that hides in the shadows, upholding justice."
Amu's eyes lit up: "Brother Jizhou, what do you mean?"
Ji Zhou's eyes gleamed, his tone resolute: "It's time! We should go back! Go back to Ming Ge, report everything to him. And then..."
His voice rose, filled with an exhilarating pride: "Let's discuss with Brother Ming the official opening of the sect, to announce to the Spirit Realm, and to welcome guests from all directions!"
"Let everyone witness firsthand the true grandeur of our Wanchuan Sect!"
"Open the sect! Welcome ten thousand people!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples were first taken aback, then burst into a huge cheer, their faces flushed with excitement.
After wandering, hiding, and fighting for so long, they have finally waited for the day when their sect will officially make its debut!
"However, before that..."
Jizhou's gaze turned coldly to the prisoners on the ground again, especially the fake butler who he had crippled and who was only half alive.
"We need to thoroughly investigate these rats' backgrounds! We need to uncover the dirty deeds behind their actions! We must personally deliver this gift to Ming-ge!"
"Yes! Interrogate them!"
"Damn it, they dare to slander us! We have to make them reveal who's behind this!"
The crowd was once again outraged.
Jizhou did not delay any longer and used a secret method to send back a brief message and coordinates to Mingchuan.
Before long, a stable spatial passage quietly opened in front of everyone.
"Take them with us, let's go home!"
Jizhou waved his hand and stepped into the passage first.
The disciples of the Battle Hall escorted the prisoners, following closely behind with excitement and anticipation!