Dragon Tamer

Chapter 790: Chapter 794: The Name of God Shall Not Be Written

“Old Heavenly Father has shown His presence!”

“Old Heavenly Father has shown His presence!!”

The sericulturist who had escaped death was kneeling on the street, incessantly kowtowing three times with nine bows and continuously shouting this sentence.

Around the sericulturist were a few other people from Black Heaven Peak, dressed in black hemp clothes. Witnessing the spectacle of thunderbolts flailing wildly, they initially thought some deity with the power to control lightning had appeared. But they soon realized that this thunder held not a trace of human manipulation; it was indeed the lightning of divine punishment meted out by Old Heavenly Father…

“I don’t believe in such nonsense, let’s see you ‘show your divine presence’ now!” A butcher in black hemp clothes lifted his chopping knife and swung it directly towards that misleading sericulturist.

However, at the very moment he raised his knife, lightning streaked horizontally from the end of the street, piercing right through the chest of the butcher in black!

At the side, the other people in black stood dumbfounded, watching the scene in utter horror.

The next second, these individuals were also hastily kneeling down, incessantly banging their heads on the ground.

They knew all too well the sins they had committed, so they wept bitterly, begging for the heavens to forgive them.

A dance of lightning had cleansed the entire White Osmanthus City. The people of Black Heaven Peak and Hongtian Peak suffered heavy casualties and injuries. Some of them possessed not insignificant cultivation bases, having reached the King-level realm, but they had no power to resist under the Heavenly Punishment Thunder.

Anyone with blood on their hands they shouldn’t have been tainted with escaped not the judgement of the thunderous punishment!

“These believers of the True Gods, they all utter some vows superficially, such as benefiting all beings and dedicating oneself to the path, and so on. The Heavenly Punishment Spirit Messenger can discern whether they’ve done things that go against their conscience, summoning lightning with pinpoint accuracy onto them, guided by their inner sin, guilt, and unease… This is how such folk tales come to be,” Mr. Jinli said.

It is often said among the common folk that those struck dead by lightning outdoors are people with guilty consciences, reaping what they sow.

Now that Minglang had become a deity, he could see things that mortals couldn’t. Those with guilty consciences who were struck dead by lightning were not just to scare people; if a patrolling Heavenly Punishment Spirit Messenger happened to be nearby, they indeed would be struck dead by lightning!

The streets of White Osmanthus City were filled with people kneeling, including those believers of the deities, God’s people, and God’s Descendant, who were now also in a state of panic.

Minglang stood on a pavilion. The Heavenly Punishment Spirit Messenger flew back, still not daring to approach Minglang, yet also not daring to flee too far.

It watched Minglang cautiously as if waiting for his judgement.

“There are several more cities, give them all a visit. I think you’ll know better than I what to do!” Minglang glared fiercely at the Heavenly Punishment Spirit Messenger.

Frightened, the Heavenly Punishment Spirit Messenger flew off, though it headed towards several other towns, clearly not daring to defy Minglang’s command.

“Apart from Flaunting, you are the highest True God in these lands. These minor spirit messengers are about the same level as local Mountain Gods, Land Gods, River Gods, etc. They see you as they would a Superior Immortal from the Heavenly Court,” Mr. Jinli said.

Minglang nodded.

He indeed felt something similar. Like when he saw the lightning striking the old woman, although it was his first encounter with such a scene, Minglang consciously scolded it, instinctively feeling that it was something of a lower standing than himself.

“Revealing my identity now is premature. It’s just right to use these minor thunder deities to create some momentum,” Minglang said.

Hua Chou had always been one of Minglang’s greatest enemies; moreover, he was traversing within his territory. Before having the strength to contend with Hua Chou, Minglang did not want to prematurely reveal his identity as the True God Fu Chen.

But concealing his identity and utilizing some means to send a message to the Flaunting God was not an issue at all.

This Flaunting God, Minglang indeed was looking forward to meeting him to see what kind of character he was, to have allowed the divine organizations under him to run so wildly out of control!

Whether Flaunting God showed up or not, Minglang momentarily ignored it. He was determined to clash with both Hongtian Peak and Black Heaven Peak. Moreover, these two great peaks had long been eyeing the Supreme Court covetously, and indeed could not be allowed to continue their rampant ways.

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With a mask on, Minglang headed towards God Sky Peak of Hongtian Peak and Black Heaven Peak.

These two Heavenly Peaks were adjacent to each other, each with a massive Heavenly City beneath the mountains.

In their own cities, everything seemed orderly, prosperous, civilized, and thriving. The residents of Tianfeng City were mostly God’s people and God’s Descendant, who, under the protection of Flaunting God’s Peak, were completely untroubled by darkness.

Passing through Tianfeng City, Minglang went straight to Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple, following the mountain path used for pilgrimage.

Enshrouded in clouds and mist, filled with Immortal Qi and constantly bathed in purple light, this Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple did indeed exude an extraordinary charm, reminiscent of a dwelling place for Immortals. It was no wonder that the long mountain path was bustling with people coming for pilgrimage.

At the opulent pilgrimage site, an old Daoist with white hair and a youthful face was preaching, his voice full of appeal. His praise and reverence for the deities came from the heart, and anyone sitting outside the pilgrimage site and listening for a while would be unconsciously captivated by his words…

Minglang walked straight through the bustling crowd at the pilgrimage Daoist Temple, heading to the back of Hongtian Peak. Near a cliffside spot, Minglang finally encountered a scene that greatly clashed with the daoist ambience and charm of the entire temple…

There was a platform similar to one used for sacrifices of pigs and sheep, where a group of men and women were bound by thorny chains at their wrists and ankles. Then, using long iron chains, they were strung up and tethered like slaves to large stone pillars.

“Kill again!”

A man with half of his face showing coldly said.

He carried a long saber emitting a bloody evil Qi and walked towards the sericulture women locked together with chains, chopping off the head of one of the sericulture women with a single slash…

At the cliff’s edge, blood flowed like a stream, and at the very bottom of the cliff, one dirty head after another was piled up, swarms of poisonous flies buzzing around, emitting a foul stench.

“If you don’t reveal your other accomplices, your heads will all feed the poison flies!” The man with half a face was clearly a practitioner of the Path of Slaughter, as with every person he killed, another layer of terrifying bloodthirsty evil Qi enveloped him.

“Do what you will, kill or flay us, what does it have to do with the people of Yachong City? We’ve told you so many times, they only made a business deal with us before the new year.” Nie Xiaoxuan, the female Sect Master of the Crane Frost Sect, was tied alone to an iron post.

At the top of this iron post, there was a brazier filled with burning charcoal, its flames relentlessly heating the whole post until it glowed red-hot, and the Sect Master’s entire back was pressed against this post, already so badly burnt that her flesh was sticking to the scorching metal.

However, this female Sect Master of the Crane Frost Sect had long come to terms with life and death. Though tortured beyond recognition, there was still no submission in her demeanor.

“We have checked, you have been hiring people from the assassination list to kill our Hongtian Peak’s men for years. Isn’t the money provided by these people you do business with?” The cold-hearted man with half a face said.

“Understood, the Huang surname merchants of Yachong City provide the Crane Frost Sect with funds for hiring assassins.” At this point, a scholarly-looking man took up a pen and swiftly wrote down this accusation in a white notebook!

Upon hearing this, a group of merchants forced to kneel on the ground started wailing and begging for mercy, also desperately crying out their innocence.

“Providing funds for these rebels, big merchant Huang, just what kind of courage do you have…” The man with half a face broke into a smile.

“No, no, we really did nothing, it was just a very normal business transaction, this small one had no idea they, the Crane Frost Sect, held such contempt for the gods, these scum, these degenerates!” The merchant surnamed Huang cried out.

“Drag them to the other side and kill them all, for this crime, even the heads of their entire family wouldn’t be enough!” The man with half a face said.

The family of that merchant, dozens of people, were all dragged to another courtyard reeking of blood; within the walls, there seemed to be another practitioner of the Path of Slaughter and Extreme Desire, a man holding a large axe. Seeing more people dragged in for him to slaughter and increase his cultivation base, the man with the axe immediately showed a chilling smile.

“Next batch, these are from Shuangjiang Town, they once organized a group of widows to learn sericulture from the Crane Frost Sect. Surely they have been brainwashed by the people of the Crane Frost Sect and have used all sorts of means to probe into things concerning God’s Descendants. These sericulture widows, how many of them have taken part in your schemes? List them one by one.” The man with half a face picked up his saber and savagely struck Sect Master Nie Xiaoxuan’s face with the back of the blade.

Nie Xiaoxuan kept silent, saying nothing.

She knew that no matter what she said, she would only be harming these innocent people.

She was furious, wishing she could devour those beasts of Hongtian Peak alive. But she was also in agonizing self-reproach, for she had not anticipated Hongtian Peak to be so utterly devoid of conscience as to capture everyone associated with the Crane Frost Sect, and even conduct such a direct judgment of interrogation!

“Not talking, huh? That means you tacitly agree that all of them were involved in your plan to murder the Son of Heaven. Throw these silk-farming widows off the cliff to feed the venomous flies,” the half-faced man said.

“I don’t know them at all! They have never been to our Crane Frost Sect!” Sect Master Nie Xiaoxuan shouted angrily.

“So stubborn even at the brink of death, still trying to protect your spies. It seems that without severe punishment, you won’t speak honestly. First, tie these wicked women to the stakes and burn them for three days and nights. When their flesh has burnt away, then throw them off the cliff to feed the venomous flies,” the half-faced man said.

Hearing these words, the silk-farming widows fainted one by one. Those who were slightly conscious were even more hysterical, cursing Sect Master Nie Xiaoxuan with extremely vile words.

“Hmph, a mere sect dares to commit such a defiant act. Listen, all of you, any matter related to the Crane Frost Sect, you will explain yourselves clearly, or else slaughtering your ten families will not be enough to quell the wrath of Our God!” The half-faced man showed not the slightest pity.

“So, just how many people do you plan to kill over this matter? Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, ten million??” At this moment, a voice suddenly cut through, interrupting the half-faced executioner.

The half-faced man turned around and saw Zhu Minglang, a look of confusion flickering on the expressive half of his face.

“Who are you, related to this woman?” the half-faced man questioned.

“No special relationship, just that she hired me to kill a few of your Hongtian Peak people, including that lunatic in the isolated village,” Zhu Minglang said.

“You killed the lunatic?? Hahaha, very good, your honesty will at least ensure you a whole corpse!” the half-faced man said.

“Killing Chang Gong as well as the three God’s people guarding him, such a heinous crime.” At this time, the scholar-like man beside him picked up a pen and quickly wrote down Zhu Minglang’s actions in a notebook.

However, after finishing writing the charges, he lifted his head, looked at Zhu Minglang wearing the mask, revealed a smile, and then said, “Blasphemer, may I know your name? If you are to die, you should at least leave something behind.”

“Fu Chen,” Zhu Minglang spat out the two characters.

The scholar nodded satisfactorily, and then added the signature “Fu Chen” at the end of the written charges.

However, just as the scholar finished writing the last stroke of the character “Chen,” the sky suddenly burst forth with terrifying thunder and lightning!

Nine consecutive bolts of heavy thunder fell, like the lashes of a whip from the Heavenly Court, ruthlessly striking the body of the scholar as if he had committed a heaven-defying act!!!

The scribe recording the crimes was instantly torn asunder, his blood and flesh flying into the air, splattering onto the nearby people. The white book that recorded the crimes against the divine, evidently made of a special material, was also burned to ashes by the thunderfire, leaving behind only the piece of paper with the written words “Fu Chen”…