I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 929: Chapter 223: Fate

Dongzhi and Sanglu were both devout believers, even if defined as lower caste, they still believed that God loved all beings. Even in their hidden abode where only the two of them dwelt, the shrine was placed at the highest position.

It was precisely because they had once believed so deeply that the true face of the Feitian Sect, when revealed, led to such disillusionment.

Looking at Sanglu, covered in mottled bruises, with a vacant gaze, the urge to kill almost boiled over in Dongzhi’s heart.

Picking up the long saber that was thrown aside, Dongzhi screamed and slashed at all the Buddha statues within the golden flower chariot.

Fueled by anger and hatred, the once somewhat calm cabin plunged into chaos again, and as Sanglu watched her frantic brother, she seemed to see Gangfan, with increasing fear in her eyes, even beginning to tremble.

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Dongzhi, consumed by anger, did not notice Sanglu’s abnormality. After destroying all the faces of the Buddha statues, he kicked Gangfan’s headless corpse aside, raised the long saber over his head, and brought it down with force.

“Slay the defiled woman! Slay the defiled woman!! Kill you, kill you!!”

Dongzhi, acting like a mad demon, seemed to want to shred the headless corpse into thousands of pieces, with blood spattering like painting the golden flower chariot crimson.

The boy vented his rage wantonly, oblivious to the fact that on the bed, the girl’s eyes were filled with increasing fear and pain.

Unable to watch this anymore, Tang Luo finally stepped forward, pressed Dongzhi against the wall with one palm, and the emaciated boy slumped to the ground, clutching his face in pain, whimpering softly.

The tall, gaunt man wearing the Gou Chen mask walked up to the bed and gently reached out his hand, causing an intense reaction from Sanglu on the bed, who screamed “Ah, ah!”

The brother sitting by the wall heard his sister’s scream, roared in anger, and tried to stand, but was held firmly in place by spiritual pressure, his face turning red, yet unable to move at all.

“This is not your fault.”

Tang Luo’s tone was more tender than ever before. This was the first time, since assuming the identity of Gou Chen and wandering the world, he didn’t rub out that harsh, grating voice with Spiritual Power, and his deep voice carried an inexplicable healing quality.

This employed a secret technique of calming the mind and spirit, hoping to soothe Sanglu’s emotions as much as possible.

The girl who had just suffered a misfortune feared all men immensely, so Tang Luo turned around, facing away from the bed. With his hands behind his back, the robust Innate Qi flowed from his fingers into Sanglu’s body. As the Innate Qi poured in, her dislocated joints caused by Gangfan finally returned to normal, and the first thing Sanglu did after regaining mobility was to shrink into a corner of the bed and wrap herself tightly with Dongzhi’s clothes.

After ceasing the flow of Innate Qi, Tang Luo shook his head, released the spiritual pressure at the wall, and stepped out of the holy maiden’s carriage, leaving the space to the battered siblings.

Exiting the carriage, Tang Luo squinted his eyes as he looked into the poplar forest before him, a myriad of complicated emotions emerging in his heart.

Actually, his original intention in coming to Vimazhita was merely to use the Asura God Statue to extract the Evil Qi from the essence blood. But after arriving here, everything he saw was thoroughly repulsive to him.

He had thought that at least on the way to Indra City, Sanglu wouldn’t encounter any danger, yet halfway through the journey, she faced violation.

Sanglu was just one case, within the age-old Feitian Sect, one shuddered to think how many unfortunate girls there were.

It was hard to imagine that Buddha’s Country, which boasted of compassion and mercy, would recognize such a power as orthodox in the Buddhist community simply because the Asura God Statue possesses the ability to dispel Evil Qi.

And with the protection of Buddha’s Country, the citizens of Vimazhita would have suffered many more such atrocities.

It seemed necessary to devise a plan to uproot this disgusting power once and for all.

Gazing at the poplar grove, Tang Luo felt such a thought take root in his heart, growing swiftly into a towering tree.

A good while later, Dongzhi, who was distraught and disoriented, emerged from the carriage and knelt silently before Tang Luo, knocking his head on the ground repeatedly.

“You don’t want to go anymore?”

Sitting on a protruding rock, Tang Luo looked down at Dongzhi, whose forehead was stained with blood, and spoke faintly.

“I beg of you, my lord, Ah Mei is not in her right mind right now, I want to take her away from here, we don’t want to go to Saint.. Ned anymore!”

Tang Luo had initially thought of using the holy maiden’s palanquin to sneak into Ned unnoticed and then, when Jiuta challenged the Xiushi Emperor, he would enter the temple, draw out the Blood Fiend, and leave.

In exchange, he would ensure Sanglu’s safety, but now it was clear that the deal could no longer proceed, as Sanglu had been seriously harmed.

So, facing Dongzhi’s request, Tang Luo found no reason to refuse and was about to nod in agreement when Sanglu suddenly came out of the carriage.

Her expression had regained calm; it seemed as if the Innate Qi had not only healed her wounds but also erased all her unpleasant memories.

Sanglu stepped off the carriage gracefully and performed a full prostration before Tang Luo, calmly saying, “Thank you, my lord.”

After thanking Tang Luo, Sanglu turned to her brother and said, “Big brother, Sanglu is now the holy maiden of the protective deity, I must devote everything to the protective deity, I cannot go with you.”

“Ah Mei, what are you talking about!” Dongzhi, his face covered in blood, heard Sanglu’s calm tone and couldn’t believe it, “After all this, you still want to go to Ned, to be the holy maiden?”

There was an inexplicable calmness on Sanglu’s face, and Tang Luo seemed to see the holy maidens who stood before the temple of Kralaho during the Hyderabadi celebrations.

Now, Sanglu was just like them, and this resignation made him feel a bit absurd.

Seeing Sanglu’s silence, Dongzhi became even more frantic, “Do you know, there are hundreds, thousands, of men like Ganfan in Ned! If you become the holy maiden, these men will… everyday… everyday…”

The mentioning of Ganfan triggered all of Sanglu’s haunting memories, the facade of calmness shattered in an instant, tears streamed down unstoppably as Sanglu covered her mouth, her eyes filled with fear and vulnerability.

That night, by the roaring bonfire, Dongzhi had already fallen into a deep sleep, but Sanglu still lay with open eyes.

The moment she closed her eyes, Ganfan’s repulsive face would appear. She had used all the water in the carriage to wash herself, over and over again, yet still felt unclean.

Although the wounds on her body had been healed by the Innate Qi, the intense sensations persisted, and she dared not return to the carriage, even though the remains of Ganfan had been reduced to ashes by her brother’s rage. But the moment she went back into that space, all the events would replay in her mind.

To say nothing of going back, even if she just glanced at the golden flower cart, the terrifying scene would flash before her eyes, the heavy breathing echoing in her ears.