Chapter 003: The Purple Radiance Erupts Like Fury

Yang Jian slightly closed his eyes, unwilling to gaze at the slanting moonlight any longer, yet the brightness before him only grew stronger, as if the moonlight was gradually moving closer.

The one-armed man sighed, saying: "That Yang Jian is indeed a rare hero among the three realms"

The young man said: "Indeed, back then, among your nine sworn brothers, only my father and you escaped from the calamity. My father focused on Taoist techniques and was not skilled in actual combat, which is why you alone ventured into Mount Hua to seek justice for the brothers who perished tragically in the Nine Spirit Cave"

Erlang Shen, my coming out this time is to settle the old score from the Jiuling Cave years ago. Don't you have someone you wish to protect? If you still want to uphold your guardianship, then stand up, the sooner the better, for you have no other choice

The words of the Earth God and Goddess were passed down word by word, and Yang Jian's face grew increasingly pale

At the sight of the severed arm, a look of deep sorrow appeared on his face, and he said: "Back then, his third sister was enshrined on Mount Huashan, without any inquiry into right or wrong, and my Jiuling Cave was annihilated as if it were a monster. She relied on the power of the Lotus Lantern; I was defeated and felt aggrieved, yet I had no means to counter it"

What was different was that he still had hope at that time, watching Chenxiang grow day by day

The landlady coldly snorted: "What if he is awake? Today in the city, he is just as awake, yet he is still more wretched than a wild dog."

One of them was tall and robust, with only a left arm remaining, holding a purple jade staff planted on the ground, his face ashen.

The Earth God seemed a bit nervous, let out a hiss, and said: "No, let's go back. It seems that the True Monarch... cough, Yang Jian is still awake!"

The joke in the Three Realms ... ... is indeed not bad

I cannot recall how I was carried back to the dilapidated temple by the Celestial Hound, nor can I remember how the Celestial Hound bowed its head in supplication to drive away that beggar.

Following this, all the radiance converged towards the distant divine altar, and the deities of the land, hidden behind the dilapidated altar, gradually revealed their true forms

The old woman pointed at him with her cane and said with disgust, "Old man, I do not want to see this person again. He stays here and will dirty our temple!"

As the killing intent dissipated, he suddenly felt an impulse to laugh, only to be left with a sense of bewilderment.

The young man said: "However, Yang Jian has a very bad reputation in the Three Realms. He betrayed his sister and hunted down his nephew; the things he did to his own family are simply worse than those of pigs and dogs"

In his hand, the purple jade staff conjured thousands of staff shadows, accompanied by an incessant rustling sound. Before the Celestial Hound could react, a sudden chill enveloped it, causing its outer garment to tear into countless fragments that drifted to the ground

The rooster crows, a new day is about to begin

Another person, younger and full of vigor, glanced towards the temple while saying, "Uncle, what should we do now? The person has been found, but in this condition, it seems impossible for him to compete with you again"

Who is it

He was somewhat perplexed, glancing at his uncle and then at Yang Jian, who was leaning against the wall and unable to move. He could only sense that both of them exhibited a peculiar brilliance in their expressions, devoid of hatred, yet unmistakably filled with a desire to engage in a decisive battle.

The weary Hound of Heaven fell into a deep sleep after a long day, still whimpering softly for its master in its dreams

After a long time, he let out a gentle sigh and said to the Howling Celestial Dog: "There is something I don't know if you would like to hear. If I were you, I would have taken action to kill him at the very moment your master was gravely injured"

The young man asked in confusion: "Isn't he our enemy? Uncle, why do you speak up for him?"

The old woman of the land chuckled, "Now that makes sense! Indeed, trying to steal a chicken only to lose a handful of rice in the process, this person has become the greatest laughingstock in the Three Realms. If I, as an old woman, were to argue with him, it would only serve to elevate him!"

The Celestial Hound was startled, using its body to shield Yang Jian from the splattering mud and ash. As it turned around, it finally saw a one-armed figure holding a purple jade staff, silently standing behind.

The one-armed man remained silent for a long while, then struck the ground heavily with his purple jade staff and exclaimed angrily, "This is too much!"

There are, only the daily humiliation and torment.

Only to find there is no hope

The Celestial Dog angrily said: "You dare! If you want to kill the master, then come and kill me first!"

Those like me, who practice cultivation as outliers, have always been regarded as monsters

The Celestial Dog patted his back in a flustered manner and said, "I apologize, I... I always tend to be so clumsy!"

Two purple beams erupted, and with a loud bang, the clay statues of the Earth God and Earth Goddess on the altar nearby were shattered to pieces

The saliva on the cheek was dried by the wind, and the cold, desolate moonlight gradually moved past the skylight, descending towards the west

That was the last sentence left by the one-armed man in the dilapidated temple, as the Celestial Hound watched him and the young man depart, only then realizing that cold sweat had soaked his entire body

The moonlight spills into reach, yet he can no longer muster the strength to grasp it in his hands

The Celestial Dog is drinking

Taking a few steps forward, he spat out a mouthful of saliva and contemptuously directed it towards Yang Jian

Although he severed one of my arms, he made me concede wholeheartedly and willingly.

Yet it was discovered that Yang Jian's gaze had regained some of its former brilliance, as he looked past himself and gazed forward.

The Land God shook his head and said: "Sympathy? For such shameless individuals who would not even spare their own sisters for the sake of their own future, I, an old man, will spit on him every time I see him. I just feel that since he has already met such a fate, to continue to hold a grudge against him would only dirty our own hands."

The one-armed man coldly said: "I only believe in my own martial arts cultivation. How could someone who can master such a straightforward and masculine gun technique be a shameless person driven by greed?"

A lingering trace of internal energy stubbornly protected the weak pulse, and the awakened Cerberus's first task was to wholeheartedly prepare food for him

The one-armed man did not respond, but quietly looked at Yang Jian

The young man followed in from outside the temple and happened to witness this situation

His greatest dream now is merely death... Is there a more ridiculous joke in the three realms than this?

The one-armed man, Senran, said: "Yang Jian is undoubtedly a rare hero among the Three Realms. To have fallen to such a state and still endure the disdain of the local deities is truly unreasonable"

And now, the only thing he possesses is despair

Yang Jian's body trembled slightly as he choked on a mouthful of soup, and he began to cough incessantly

The one-armed man appeared oblivious, continuing: "Yang Jian, I will give you time. The words you have spoken must be fulfilled. Do you really intend to lie here for a lifetime? Erlang Shen, rely on your own strength to stand up again and give me an explanation"

The one-armed man said leisurely: "Kill him? Me? I do intend to kill him, but not now"

The Earth Goddess was so frightened that she kept retreating, while the Earth God quickly reached out to hold her. In a flash of thick smoke, it transformed again into the form of the clay-carved wooden puppet on the divine altar

In the woods outside the dilapidated temple, two pairs of eyes watched everything inside, not once averting their gaze from dusk until dawn

Once a deity of justice, now even the act of fasting to seek death has become unattainable

Moonlight spills through the shattered skylight, as pure and beautiful as ever, yet it emanates an indescribable chill, so cold that it seems to freeze his very marrow.

The clumsy excuses that had been repeated countless times resurfaced in Yang Jian's memory

The old beggar also huddled by the fire, snoring like thunder

Yang Jian, I never expected you would endure such humiliation from a minor deity

I would like to see ... ... Yushu

Yang Jian looked at him, but his gaze carried a hint of melancholy

The one-armed person spoke calmly as he steadily walked into the temple, his steps showing no hint of hesitation.

Years ago, after I suffered a severe injury to my arm, he once promised me a pact to fight again. The promise of Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, must not be in vain. For this vow, how could he then be so despondent, idly wasting time with a singular focus on waiting for death

The landlady asked, "Do you have sympathy for such petty individuals?"

The one-armed man snorted and said, "What does a child know!"

The old beggar was comfortably stretching, while the Celestial Dog was sweating profusely. It was both intimidated by its master's defiant gaze and yet still made an effort to suppress its fear, force-feeding Yang Jian rice soup spoonful by spoonful, completely unaware that the dilapidated temple's main door had silently swung open, and a person was slowly walking in.

As a chill suddenly touched his left cheek, and a mouthful of saliva was spat upon it, he abruptly opened his eyes, and an unmatched killing intent emanated from his gaze

That elegant woman, she must now be embracing the jade rabbit and chatting about everything under the sun with her close friends, right? How could she possibly think of him again? Even if she did remember, it would merely be recalling a joke, the best joke related to the despicable in the three realms

The immortals can kill as they please; who would bother to consider fairness? Only Yang Jian does not allow me to harm his sister, yet he engages in a fair battle with me, relying on no magical artifacts.

He smiled faintly, recalling that day in the Lingxiao Hall when he was forced to painfully strip away his deepest secrets, a sense of helplessness once again filled his entire being

The Land God said with a bitter smile: "Wife, why incite the villagers to humiliate him in every possible way? Look at him now; he is already in a miserable state."

The young man was taken aback and exclaimed, "What?"

The one-armed man gazed at Yang Jian once more and said in a deep voice: "My staff technique has already reached great mastery, but what about your promise? Years ago, after you severed my arm, you had promised me another chance to fight."

Still unable to move a single finger, Yang Jian sat quietly like a bystander, filled with a sense of absurdity in his heart