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Chapter 453: Chapter 451 There Was Personal Grievance In Those Slaps

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Damn, they actually have such amazing abilities!”

Pang Guang was astonished.

He hadn’t expected such powerful abilities from a small rat.

The Pang family’s god-possessing technique originated in the Xiangxi region.

In Xiangxi, besides this technique, the enigmatic art of corpse manipulation existed—a cursed art notoriously difficult to defend against.

There was also the most mysterious of all, the Falling Flower Cave sorcery.

Each of these mystical spells had its own merits. They could turn the dead into zombies and the living into walking corpses, but none could extend one’s lifespan.

“Dr. Chen,” Pang Guang said with a smile. “If you have the time, could you elaborate further?”

His curiosity was piqued, so Pang Guang looked at Chen Yu eagerly.

Undeniably, the difference between their powers was like night and day.

He never anticipated that such a rat, ranked last among the five great immortals of the northeast, would possess such skills.

“Don’t stare like that. If someone who doesn’t know the situation saw you, they’d think there’s something going on between us.”

Unable to withstand Pang Guang’s pleading gaze and relentless curiosity, Chen Yu divulged a little more.

According to his Heavenly Secrets Strategy, the five immortals possessed varying divine powers.

They were the Fox, Yellow, White, Willow, and Gray Immortals.

Contrary to popular belief, the strongest fighter wasn’t the Fox Immortal nor the renowned Yellow Immortal. It was the fourth-ranked Willow Immortal, the Chang family.

Willow, often referred to as a “long worm,” symbolized snakes.

The Willow Immortal Chang family belonged to the five great immortal families, and their individual combat prowess was unmatched.

The ranked-first Fox Immortals Hu family excelled at absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Their characters were a complex mix of good and evil, and their spiritual energy pool was the highest.

The Huang family, ranked second, was second only to the Hu family.

However, their personalities leaned toward vengeance, with grudges held until one side perished; they also possessed the ability to manipulate others.

The White Immortals, the hedgehogs, were well-versed in geography and adept at curing diseases and eliminating disasters.

They are low-key and have always reciprocated kindness.

They lived away from humans, so ordinary people rarely encountered the White Immortal.

“As for the fifth-ranked Gray Immortals, their combat power is average, and unlike the Hu and Huang families, they cannot transform into human form through cultivation.”

Chen Yu smiled coldly.

“However, the Gray Immortal excels at accumulating wealth. They can glimpse into the secrets of heaven and assist humans in transforming and boosting their luck.”

“Changing fate, setting up array formations, accumulating wealth, and spying on the heavens—do you think these abilities are irrelevant in today’s society?”

“Absolutely not,” Pang Guang admitted.

The rats’ abilities were akin to cheating abilities in novels.

No wonder the temple monks lived so lavishly.

With this group of demons residing in the Great Buddhist Temple, it was unsurprising that the monks prospered.

Additionally, these monks were greedy, so they were a great match to be partners with these rat demons, whose abilities rivaled those of the God of Fortune.

No wonder all the visitors had their wishes fulfilled. It wasn’t the Buddha’s blessing, but the mischief of these rats.

“Doctor Chen, you previously mentioned cause and effect,” Pang Guang questioned. “Does that imply that once these rat demons fulfill the devotees’ wishes, they exact a similar price?”

Did the various reports of those inexplicable cases stem from this group of rat demons?

“Yes,” Chen Yu confirmed. “They are the orchestrators behind all cases related to the Great Buddhist Temple.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s do this!” Pang Guang exclaimed, forming a hand seal to summon a god to possess him.

A cold wind swept around them as he enacted the ritual.

“Dr. Chen, you hold the fort. Leave these two fools to me,” Pang Guang declared confidently, channeling the summoned entity.

Like a villain from a movie, he strutted arrogantly towards the man and demon.

The rat-whiskered man was drenched in sweat.

He was seemingly bound by invisible chains, his feet rooted to the ground.

At that moment, a piercing alarm blared within the Great Buddhist Temple.

“Dr. Chen, what’s happening?” Pang Guang inquired, halting his steps and turning around.

“They were worried about being apprehended by the authorities, so they installed numerous surveillance cameras throughout the temple,” Chen Yu explained.

“They’ve also implemented infrared alarm devices in key areas.”

The temple boasted a multitude of high-tech security measures.

Monk Hui Bing and the rat demon accumulated wealth through unorthodox methods, and their sins were so numerous and nefarious that they couldn’t even sleep soundly.

They greatly feared exposure from other monks or a late-night raid by the authorities.

Previously, Chen Yu had only constrained the rat-whiskered man, leaving Hui Bing free to move.

Recognizing the situation’s dire turn and facing a relentless adversary, Monk Hui Bing flew into a rage.

He whipped out his phone and triggered the alarm.

In the blink of an eye, a horde of monks of various ages with dishevelled appearances rushed toward them.

Evidently, this group of false monks held regular drills for emergencies.

As they charged, each wielded an assortment of makeshift weapons machetes, bricks, beer bottles, iron rods, wooden sticks, and even a meteor hammer.

“Those two are spies! Kill them quickly!”

Hui Bing roared with a contorted face. “Otherwise, we’re all doomed!”

Based on the situation, he knew Chen Yu and Pang Guang were members of the Mystic Sect and from a government-sanctioned organization.

While they were known for wielding spells, they weren’t necessarily skilled in martial arts.

Close-quarters combat might offer them a fighting chance.

“Yo, the old geezer sure knows how to gather a crowd.”

Pang Guang smirked as he lunged towards Hui Bing.

Raising his calloused hand, he delivered a series of powerful blows to the monk’s face.

With each resounding slap, “Pa, pa, pa,” Hui Bing’s mouth and nose bled profusely, stars dancing before his blurred vision.

His loose teeth rattled and fell out.

“You old fraud! You amassed wealth through deception while I, a righteous member of the mystic sect, toiled for three years as a construction worker to earn a living for a wife, a home for my parents, and a decent living in the city!” “Do I deserve to be exploited while you live lavishly? If I don’t teach you a lesson, my training would be a sham!”

Pang Guang vented, each blow fueled by personal grievances, as Chen Yu held back laughter.

Hui Bing lay crumpled on the floor, his body twitching in pain.

Witnessing the scene, the monks gasped in shock and horror.

The brutality of the attack was unprecedented…

Pang Guang treated the abbot like a punching bag.

When did government officials become so ruthless?

“Get the abbot to safety!” a monk yelled.

“Kill that long-haired bastard!”

Fueled by anger and fear, the monks charged at Pang Guang, brandishing their makeshift weapons with murderous intent.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t want to get hurt, step aside and stay out of this!”

The mob planned to take down the aggressive Pang Guang first before dealing with Chen Yu, who seemed like a weakling.

Surrounding Pang Guang, the monks prepared to unleash their assault..