Chapter 28: The Evil Emperor Faces Rainfield

  Liu could only hold his breath and glance at him twice before saying, "I can't cure this illness of yours. I'll give you two pills; take care of yourself!"

  "I've long heard that Liu Bu-yi is a divine being, a god come down to earth. His medical skills are extraordinary, able to bring people back from the dead and make flesh grow on bare bones. Why did he take one look at my illness and say it couldn't be cured?" The beggar said in a hoarse voice.

  "Medicine can't kill people, but gods can only save those who are destined to be saved!" Liu said with a very solemn expression: "This illness of yours, I'm afraid I won't be able to cure it!"

  He has learned a lesson from what happened last time. For illnesses that cannot be cured, don't try to show off and attribute them to karma, just mumble a few vague words.

  This way, not only will it not damage Liu Da's true reputation, but in other people's eyes, he will become even more mysterious and profound.

  What made Liu Bu somewhat strange was that this beggar's tone of speech was not common, and it didn't sound like something a beggar would say!

  "How did you know if you didn't see?" The beggar asked in a low voice again.

  The people behind them scolded one after another, wasting less time. This beggar is so miserable, it must be that he committed too many sins in his previous life. What else is there to ask?

  Even if I asked the gods, they wouldn't save such a wicked person!

  "But I had a dream last night," the beggar continued in his hoarse voice, "I dreamed of an immortal who looked exactly like the one in this painting. He told me to come find Liu the Unwilling to cure my illness!"

  The surroundings were in an uproar again, but Liu was unmoved. He had already determined that this was definitely another troublemaker.

  He carefully examined the beggar and found that there was nothing unusual about him. His eyes were dull, without a glimmer of light, just an old beggar with a tumor who could die at any moment.

  But Liu Bu-yi, sitting across from him, always had a kind of illusion, as if the person opposite was not strange, but not even a human being, it was simply an unattainable high mountain.

  If it weren't for the fact that this world didn't have a beggar gang, Liu Bei might have considered this beggar to be a character on the same level as Hong Qigong.

  He pondered for a moment, only to smile and say: "Sir, misusing the name of the gods will bring heavenly punishment!"

  As he spoke, his eyes suddenly shone brightly. The light of the Qingyang Divine Lamp shot out from his pupils and projected straight into the old beggar's eyes.

  This is the technique of capturing souls, a method of applying spiritual power. Innate light is precisely the light of the spirit.

  This straight sword pierced through, and the beggar was suddenly frightened. He felt a sharp light that had reached its peak, directly rushing into his eyes.

  Then a strange shape, as if it had been burned all over its body, with sharp iron claws in its hand that made people's hearts cold, suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

  "How dare you!"

  The beggar suddenly let out a loud shout, and in the face of this spiritual attack, his eyes instantly burst with divine light, directly turning Fureidi into nothingness.

  Liu Bu Yi let out a muffled hum and immediately suffered a backlash. Fortunately, the Qingyang Divine Lamp was present, and most of the backlash was dissipated by it.

  This also caused the Qingyang Divine Lamp to suddenly dim, swaying for half a day before finally stabilizing its flame again.

  But that beggar was even more miserable, the spiritual confrontation between the two sides occurred in his consciousness, and he had no magic to help him bear the damage.

  The beggar's head was raised high, as if he had been punched in the face. It was strange to say, but that's what happened.

  The beggar's body suddenly transformed, and the huge tumor on his neck that originally emitted a foul odor suddenly disappeared.

  As the beggar straightened up, his entire demeanor changed greatly, although he was still wearing tattered clothes for begging. However, that dirty and foul smell was no longer seen. In his eyes, there was a deep and profound look like the sea.

  "I didn't expect that, my young friend is indeed extraordinary, to have cultivated to such a realm, it was I who underestimated him!" The beggar laughed and said, this time, his every move was filled with the air of a grandmaster!

  Has a unique and extraordinary appearance, with a wide and long face, high and broad forehead and lower jaw that gives a majestic impression.

  His eyes, ears, mouth and nose all have a kind of thick flavor carved out of granite, his slender eyes with a mocking smile, making people feel his playful and irreverent nature, while also having the pride and arrogance of looking down on the world.

  Liu Bu-yi was shocked and felt heartbroken, and he no longer resembled the beggar from earlier.

  Although his appearance hasn't changed much, his spirit and temperament have undergone a transformation, and as a result, he has become a completely different person.

  The people around witnessed this scene, and they were all stunned. In their eyes, this scene was too strange, even making them think of many supernatural things.

  Liu Buji was also shocked to the extreme, never expecting that this beggar's skills were so high. Even in the Upper Realm, Zhang Wuyue, who had stepped into the Xiantian realm with a single step of martial arts cultivation, was caught off guard by Liu Buji's move.

  And yet, in this lower realm, there exists such a powerful being. With spiritual power so strong, unexpectedly able to withstand Liu Bu's attack without warning, and seemingly not suffering any significant damage.

  Could it be that this person is a disciple of the Abyssal Sect who has undergone training in the Lower Realm? Has he found himself?

  Liu Bu did not know what was in his heart, but instead felt a little reluctant to part with it. He still thought that he had been brought to another world by the Tian Gong Temple, where his strength was not high, but his kung fu was the most mysterious.

  And with the help of Shenxiangong Palace, Liu Bu Yi even felt that he could achieve great success in this grand Tang world.

  It's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox!

  "The Taoist cultivation emphasizes the refinement of essence and energy, and the return of spirit. But I didn't expect that at such a young age, you have already entered the realm of returning to the divine, indeed a true disciple of the orthodox Taoist sect! It makes this old man admire!"

  After hearing the old beggar's words, Liu's heart moved. This doesn't sound like something a Tongming Sect disciple would say, he cupped his hands and asked: "I don't know what surname and name the senior has, how should I address you?"

  "I've lived for too long, I almost forgot this name. However, people used to call me Xiang Yutian!"

  "Evil Emperor, towards Yu Tian?"

  Liu was somewhat startled. Xiang Yutian was the leader of the Evil Extreme Sect, one of the six major sects of the Mo Gate's two factions. A true old monster, who had already appeared in the legends of the Edge Wilderness.

  It has been over two hundred years since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and now in the Great Industry of the Sui Dynasty. This kind of cultivation can be said to have shocked the world to the extreme.

  Especially in the legend, this person cultivated into one of the four great wonders of the martial arts world, the "Tian Mo Ce" (Heavenly Demon Strategy) - the magical door's heart method, the supreme and unparalleled magic law.

  No wonder he didn't fall for it when Liu Bu Yi used the Qingyang Divine Lamp to launch a spiritual attack on him just now.

  To know, this is a person who has broken through the void and become an unparalleled figure in the world.