Chapter 1 Lin Zichong's Rage

"Zichong, Zichong, your dad's been beaten to death!" The shrill cry jolted Lin Zichong awake. He sat up abruptly, seeing the familiar room, the white walls painted by his rural family, the simple wardrobe and bed, and a cheap desk by the window.

On the desk was a second-hand gaming computer from the market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, and an ashtray and mineral water bottles filled with cigarette butts.

How did I get back to the past...?

A dazed look flashed in Lin Zichong's eyes. His head felt heavy, as if he had a hangover.

Hangover... That's right, he had been drinking with some childhood friends from the village yesterday. Recently, the whole village had been in an uproar over the land requisition.

The land requisition relied on power, making some happy and others sad. For those who went out to work, it was better to exchange the long-abandoned fields for money than to leave them barren.

But for some middle-aged and elderly people who relied on the fields for their entire lives, it was heartbreaking. The old uncles and aunts had toiled in the fields for a lifetime and were used to this kind of life. Moreover, they didn't have the ability to work outside, and their age didn't allow them to do physical labor for long.

Requisitioning the land was like taking their lives. As a result, fierce conflicts arose between the two sides. Now, the developers had hired a group of thugs wielding clubs to guard the excavators.

Anyone from the village who dared to come would be beaten.

Many of the young and strong men in the village had been arrested by the Public Security Bureau for fighting, and the village's resistance force had rapidly weakened.

Recalling this, Lin Zichong's mind became completely clear.

"Zichong, your dad's been beaten to death..." The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer covered in blood and mud rushed in, his eyes red with grief and rage.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong shuddered and jumped out of bed.

The old farmer grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Your dad was beaten to death by that gang of bastards."

Lin Zichong rushed out like a madman, out of the village, and came to his family's fields. In the distance, he saw a group of people gathered there, villagers and thugs divided into two distinct groups.

Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the strong old man lying in a pool of blood, covered in mud.

His gray hair was stained with mud and blood.

The back of his head was a bloody mess. Lin Zichong didn't know how many sticks he had been hit with. Lin Zichong's heart ached, a familiar, heart-wrenching pain, as if he had experienced it before.

The thug leader saw Lin Zichong coming and immediately shouted, "We didn't hit him, he ran into it himself. That's right, that's right, he ran into our sticks himself."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you dare to cause trouble again, this is what will happen. Boss, let's just call the security guards and let the Public Security Bureau handle it. This is a civilized society, after all."

Lin Zichong collapsed beside his father's body. This stubborn old man, who insisted on reason, would never be able to stand up straight and work again.

He died in the fields where he had toiled his entire life, his blood staining the soil.

"Zichong, your dad died tragically, he was beaten to death," the old uncle said, sighing. "You have to avenge him, you can't be as weak as you were last time."

Can't be as weak as last time, Lin Zichong hugged his head in pain. He remembered, he remembered everything, the most humiliating thing in his life.

That time, he watched his father die in the field, watched the thugs roar, and he weakly chose to endure, chose to submit. He went to file a complaint, thinking he could get justice.

But it led to his mother's death, and he regretted it for many years.

Heaven is watching, justice lies in the heart. Lin Zichong's eyes gradually turned red, gradually ferocious. He roared and rushed towards the thugs, he wanted to avenge his father, he wanted to fight these murderers to the death.

The thugs surrounded him, and a muffled blow knocked him to the ground. The sticks fell like rain, and Lin Zichong never got up again.

.........

A closed command center.

Secretary Zhou, holding a pen, stood in front of the blackboard, speaking calmly into the voice channel: "Each team report the battle situation, each team report."

"Team One reports, Wanderer of the Human Realm has been killed. We discovered that he was secretly colluding with the Southern Ming Branch's Poison Chaser. Seeing that things were exposed, the Poison Chaser resisted arrest and was killed. We lost two teammates. Report complete!"

"Team Two reports, Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed. No losses to the team. Report complete!"

"Team Three reports, Teacher has been killed. We found appeal materials in his room. The materials have been destroyed. No losses to the team. Report complete!"

"Team Four reports, Chief Instructor Lin Chong is confirmed dead, died in a dream. No losses to the team. Report complete!"

"Team Five reports, Fang Fang has been killed, the team lost one person. The battle affected six civilian deaths and thirteen injuries, the situation is under control. Report complete!"

"Team Six reports, Bawang Biej has been killed, no losses to the team. The battle affected three civilian deaths and seven injuries, the situation is under control. Report complete!"

"Team Seven reports..." Secretary Zhou listened, crossing out the portraits of the deceased. In the end, only four people remained: Xiao Yuan, Kou Beiyue, Liang Chen Ze Zhu Er Shi, and Zhao Xintong.

Secretary Zhou turned off the headset, took out his phone, and sent a message: "Time to wrap things up!"

Jinshan City.

"Ding Dong!"

The White Wax Branch Elder, Nutaowuqing, heard the message alert. He took out his phone and checked the message: "Secretary Zhou: Time to wrap things up!"

Nutaowuqing put away his phone, turned around and ordered the team members behind him coldly, "Immediately activate drone remote monitoring. If intense conflict is discovered, immediately report to the two accompanying Elders, and then block off the nearby streets."

"Yes!" The subordinates answered in a low voice.

Nutaowuqing turned his head and looked towards the distant residential area. He had handsome features and pale skin, and at the age of twenty-five, he was already a White Wax Branch Elder.

White Wax City was close to the capital, under the Emperor's feet, so to speak, and had limitless potential, but Nutaowuqing knew that without a large-scale Main God's death event, he would not be able to enter headquarters for at least ten years.

A Branch Elder was a local overlord, and even with great power, it was limited. Only by entering the central government would he have the opportunity to serve as a Secretary to the Ten Elders in the future.

A Secretary was an Elder's agent and spokesperson, with unimaginable power.

And now, Elder Cai had promised that as long as he completed the task, he would be transferred to headquarters to work within five years.

The goal was to kill the evil profession lurking in the Chonghua residential area of Jinshan City, as well as anyone who came to rescue them.

"Elder Cai's intentions are not what they seem." Who would come to rescue them? Hunting down this group of rats in the gutter could lure out Yuanshi Wutian Zun, according to information passed down by the Dark Night Rose.

Elder Cai's real target was Yuanshi Tianzun. In order to not scare him away, and to ensure the success rate of the operation, Elder Cai arranged for three Main Gods this time, two of whom were secretly lurking in hidden locations. With layers of protection, Yuanshi Tianzun would have no way to detect them in advance.

After this kid showed up, they would attack together.

At that time, they could directly kill him on the grounds of colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officials from handling the case! Even the Alliance Master wouldn't be able to find fault!

Nutaowuqing's body quickly turned into mist, and a white mist floated towards the nearby Chonghua residential area.

In the bedroom, two tables were placed side by side, with two computers connected.

"Are you trash?" Kou Beiyue angrily threw down the mouse, glaring at the little fatty next to him. "You can't even focus on playing a game."

"Boss, isn't this your usual style? Picking a marksman and not pushing towers, playing jungle and not joining team fights, going wild when ahead, wandering around when behind, and feeding towers when teammates scold you." The little fatty said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me?"

Kou Beiyue slapped him on the head. "You dare to talk back, you dare to talk back!" He huffed and stood up. "I'm going to get juice from the living room, what do you want to drink?"

Since Master Wuhen went into seclusion, Xiao Yuan had been following Yuanshi Tianzun's instructions and not letting the two of them go out to deliver packages.

"Farmer Spring!" The little fatty said without hesitation.

Kou Beiyue immediately went out, but returned to slap him on the head again, saying, "We're staying up all night tonight, you better play well, or I'll make you cook midnight snacks." Kou Beiyue went to the living room, humming to himself.

The living room was pitch black. His and the little fatty's room was in the north, and Xiao Yuan and Zhao Xintong's room was in the south, separated by the living room.

He recently felt that living here wasn't bad.

He could play games with his brother every night, and see Xiao Yuan's door as soon as he went out. That girl Zhao Xintong was a neat freak, and she took care of all the cleaning, working very efficiently.

He cherished his current life very much and hoped it could continue. Kou Beiyue came to the refrigerator and was about to open it when he suddenly heard Zhao Xintong coughing in the room across from him.

The cough was hoarse.

"Huh? Is that girl sick?" Kou Beiyue subconsciously thought. Then, a cough came from Xiao Yuan's room as well.

"Thump." A sound of falling came from behind him. Kou Beiyue turned around in shock and saw the little fatty collapse on the ground, barely breathing.

Even if he was slow to react, he realized that something was wrong. He looked around vigilantly and saw a dark figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Not bad physique, seems to be a bewitching demon?" The figure on the sofa in the living room smiled slightly.

"You!" Kou Beiyue was shocked and instinctively grabbed a weapon from his inventory.

"Cough cough!" Then he covered his throat and coughed hard. His forehead was burning hot, and then he felt dizzy and nauseous. This feeling reminded him of having a bad stomachache and a high fever when he was a child.

"Clang," the weapon in his hand fell.

Kou Beiyue leaned against the refrigerator, slowly sliding to the ground, struggling to look towards Xiao Yuan's room, his voice weak and hoarse as he called out, "Xiao Yuan, run!"

Inside the room, Xiao Yuan struggled to get up, staggering out of the room, with her broken phone beside the bed.

She would never ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help again.

In the other room, Zhao Xintong's hands trembled as she took out her phone from under the pillow. As her consciousness blurred, she dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's number.

In the illusion, Master Wuhen held a heart in one hand and pinched prayer beads in the other, chanting the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a blazing, clear sun.

The pure and overbearing golden light evaporated the vengeful spirits that pounced down from the sky. The power of the sun was the most overbearing power in the world, rejecting spiritual power of all attributes and unaffected by any magic.

Therefore, even the secrets of the Taiyin source could not erase the existence of the sun's divine power.

The only thing that could defeat the sun's divine power was the sun's divine power. The Southern Sect Master could, of course, conjure up something more powerful.

But the characteristic of the sun's divine power was that it did not distinguish between friend and foe, which would be equivalent to helping Wuhen in disguise.

The crescent moon in the clouds hung quietly, and after the power of Taiyin surged, it bred endless vengeful spirits, one wave after another, until it turned into a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power was exhausted first would be defeated. However, the darkness in Master Wuhen's palm gradually faded, and the color of blood took over. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black sphere, and when the heart completely returned to its bloody color, he would become a Phantom God.

Moreover, he would be a Phantom God capable of suppressing evil thoughts. Neither Ling Tuo nor the Southern Sect Master were in a hurry, each lying quietly in wait.

At this moment, Master Wuhen suddenly looked up and looked into the distance. He sensed Xiao Yuan's request for help, but when he was about to follow that information, his connection with the Dream Jade Talisman was concealed.

At this time, from the void, came the Southern Sect Master's indistinguishable male or female strange voice, with a cold smile: "Do you really think you can win?"

"Then you underestimate the Taiyin Lord's ability to plan. Wuhen, would you like to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"

As soon as the words fell, a large number of images appeared in the void. It was the scene of Wanderer of the Human Realm being shot in the head.

It was the scene of Teacher being stabbed through the heart, the scene of Sweetheart Red Devil being burned to ashes by fire, the scene of Aunt Fang being beheaded, the scene of Lin Chong painfully dying in a dream.

The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly blackened, and the Golden Buddha that had always existed opened its eyes.

The compassion in its eyes was gone, and demonic flames soared to the sky. Master Wuhen roared madly, "Ling Tuo!"

A soft laugh came from the churning black clouds.

In a retro-style theater in the capital, Elder Cai stood on a high, tiered viewing platform, looking at the empty stage, and said loudly.

"Palace Master, this subordinate has something to report. Wuhen failed to advance to the Phantom God and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please kill this thief."

Behind the theater curtain, came a soft and moving voice, "Understood."

In the Xie family's old house, Zhang Yuanqing was full of food and crab, with his arm around Xie Su and talking and laughing with the Old Ancestor.

"Old Ancestor, wait for me to hide for a month, and after I'm done hiding, I'll come out and marry the girls of your Xie family. I want to marry ten of them."

"Too much to drink, too much to drink." Xie Su patted his future son-in-law on the shoulder. "In the Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi!"

"That's wrong of you, Father-in-law. Xie Auntie is so beautiful, why didn't you have more daughters, so that I could marry them all in the future?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su was silent for a moment and pushed him away in disgust. "Lingxi said you are a dedicated man. When will that girl's eyes get better? She obviously lacks social experience."

The Old Ancestor then scolded her great-grandson, "What's wrong with a great man having three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass, "The Old Ancestor is still the one who speaks sense. Old Ancestor, I'll go back after drinking this cup."

At this time, the phone in his pocket rang. The caller was Zhao Xintong.