Chapter 1269 Finally I Know What Kind of World This Is

The boat floated quietly on the lake, like a tired traveler who finally found his own harbor.

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the lake the next morning, the boat had quietly moored on the shore.

Esdeath and Chang Wei got off the boat, their steps were light and joyful, as if they had just experienced a wonderful journey.

They stood on the shore and looked back at this beautiful West Lake.

The ripples on the lake were still rippling gently, and the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance was more solemn and mysterious in the morning light.

All of this seemed to be a witness to their experience last night, silently guarding this beautiful emotion.

Chang Wei and Esdeath started their fishing.

Since it was a group battle mission, there was no reason for the reincarnations to live in peace, and Esdeath's existence undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Her unique dress, extraordinary temperament, and indescribable powerful aura made her particularly conspicuous in this ancient land.

Whether people know her or not, they will definitely notice that she is out of tune with this ancient world, as if she is an elf from another world.

However, before the fish is caught, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps, like thunder before a rainstorm, suddenly broke the quiet air around them.

These footsteps carry a sense of power that cannot be ignored. Every step makes the ground tremble slightly, as if some kind of giant beast is approaching, which makes people feel afraid.

Walking in the front are several burly and fierce men.

Their muscles bulge like mountains, outlining a chilling outline under their tight clothes.

Their faces are full of traces of time and fierce breath, and their eyes are as sharp as hawks, scanning around, as if to nip all potential threats in the bud.

Their steps are heavy and powerful, and every step seems to declare an unquestionable authority to the people around them, a momentum that only the strong can have.

Surrounded by these strong men, a middle-aged man in a black robe slowly stepped into the sight of the crowd.

He was more than eight feet tall, as strong as a bear, and exuded an irresistible sense of oppression from head to toe.

His long hair was unkempt and casually draped over his shoulders, making him look wild and unruly. Those hairs seemed to have life dancing in the air, complementing the man's temperament and together outlining a heart-pounding picture.

His face was even more impressive: a lion's nose and a wide mouth, sideburns and cheeks, eyebrows that seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, scorching upwards, like two blazing flames, adding a bit of hideousness and ferocity to his face.

Those eyes were as deep as the abyss, flashing with cold light, as if they could see through the fear and despair in people's hearts.

The whole person exuded a heart-pounding and ferocious aura, like a demon from hell, making people unconsciously want to stay away from him.

Even the bravest children would probably be scared to sleep at night when they saw him.

The eyes of those children were full of fear and helplessness, as if they had seen the most terrible nightmare in the world.

And those wild dogs wandering in the streets and alleys seemed to sense the breath of danger, and they all retreated with their tails between their legs, not daring to approach this man who exuded a terrifying aura.

The pedestrians on the street were all panicked when they saw this. They quickened their pace, as if they wanted to escape from this suffocating atmosphere.

Those originally leisurely vendors and peddlers also stopped their work, stared at the notorious strong man with wide eyes.

Their faces were full of fear and anxiety, fearing that they would be targeted by this strong man and become the dead souls of his hands.

For a while, the originally lively streets became empty. Only those vendors and peddlers who could not escape were left, trembling and guarding their stalls. Their hands tightly grasped the edge of the stall, as if this would bring them a sense of security.

Their eyes were full of pleading and prayers, hoping that the disaster would not befall them.

Chang Wei's eyes stayed on the black-robed man for a moment.

At this moment, he saw the man's past and present lives, and the intricate cause and effect fate slowly unfolded in front of him like a scroll.

"Nine-life evil, Yuan Batian..."

Chang Wei murmured to himself in a low voice.

He finally understood that the world he and Esdeath were in was the place where Jianglong Luohan made a bet with the gods - the world of "Jigong".

In this world, everyone has his own destiny and cause and effect, and Yuan Batian is the one who is destined to be a nine-life evil.

The Jade Emperor in the sky was furious. It turned out that it was because Jianglong Luohan had messed up the red line, arbitrarily changed the book of life and death of the King of Hell, and let the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every day.

These actions angered the Jade Emperor, and he wanted to demote Jianglong to a pig and dog, and he would not be reincarnated for ten lives. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva Guanyin outside the Nine Heavens persuaded him, and the Jade Emperor agreed to give Jianglong a chance to atone for his sins.

He declared that as long as Jianglong came down to earth and used his spirituality to persuade three mortals who were destined to be prostitutes, beggars and villains for nine lifetimes to leave their jobs without using magic power, Jianglong's grudge with the gods would be written off.

"This world is not bad."

Chang Wei sighed softly.

He already knew the whole story, the cause and effect.

At this time, Yuan Batian also noticed Chang Wei and Esdeath. After all, they were the only two people on the street who were not afraid and did not hide.

His eyes stayed on the two for a moment, and a trace of surprise and greed flashed in his eyes.

As a foreign beauty, Esdeath possessed an exotic beauty and temperament, which instantly attracted Yuan Batian.

And the lackeys around Yuan Batian were stunned, and cast envious and flattering eyes on Yuan Batian.

"Master Yuan, look, what a beautiful foreign beauty!"

One of the lackeys couldn't help but say to Yuan Batian.

There was a trace of trembling and excitement in his voice, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Yuan Batian heard the words, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Esdeath with a look full of possessiveness and desire. He knew that as long as he said a word, this beautiful woman would become his possession.

And the lackeys around him understood it, and they echoed Yuan Batian's words and cheered for him.

Yuan Batian bullied men and women, was domineering, and unscrupulous. He committed many evil deeds, but was never arrested by the government. It was because his mother was from Hangzhou and his father was a senior official in the imperial court, stationed in the capital.

Since he was a child, Yuan's father was stubborn and disobedient, fearing that his son would cause trouble in the capital, so he threw him to Hangzhou to fend for himself.