stjorthotic Chapter 38 I have rules, do you have a powerful backer?
Chapter 38 I have rules, do you have a powerful backer?
Yang Xian spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, swayed, and almost tripped and fell flat on his face.
Looking at the bright red negative equity notification in his consciousness, he felt that the principles he had believed in all his life had been completely distorted and undermined by this little devil in just a few minutes.
Five hundred thousand Yin Virtue Credits!
That was the wealth he had accumulated over thousands of years through his diligent work, slaying demons and caring for all living beings.
Now, not only have we gone back to square one, but we're also burdened with a huge debt.
"You! You're lawless!" Yang Xian pointed at Chu Jiang, his finger trembling uncontrollably. "This is robbery! This is blatant framing!"
Chu Jiang picked at his ear, looking completely innocent.
"Comrade Yang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
"Our Supreme Court of the Underworld insists on evidence in everything. If you have any objections, you can file an online appeal, and our legal department will respond to you within seven working days."
He paused, then added a sentence
"Oh, by the way, you need to pay a case acceptance fee of 1,000 points to file an appeal. Since your account has been frozen, I suggest you earn enough money through the 'work-for-penalty' service first before coming back."
"You..." Yang Xian was so angry that his vision went black.
Isn't this a predatory loan scheme?!
Just then, a deafening roar erupted from the large crater in the center of the square.
"Aaaaaah—this is outrageous!"
Boom!
The crater suddenly burst open, sending debris flying everywhere.
The colossal spirit, hundreds of feet tall, staggered as it crawled out of the pit.
His golden armor was shattered into pieces, divine blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely wretched.
His large, copper-bell-shaped eyes were now completely bloodshot, fixed intently on Chu Jiang.
shame!
An unprecedented shame!
He is a dignified celestial god, the Giant Spirit God. Since his debut, he has only ever been the one to smash others into pits. He has never been planted in the ground like a radish.
"You wretch! I, the god, will grind you to dust!"
The giant spirit roared, and the Xuanhua battle axe that had flown out of his hand emitted a buzzing sound, transformed into a stream of light, and returned to his hand.
He raised his battle axe high, pouring all his divine power into it without reservation, and a dazzling golden divine light surged on the axe blade.
This one axe blow is enough to split a ghost town in two!
"Run!"
"Oh no! The fire at the city gate has affected the innocent bystanders!"
The ghosts and officials in the square were so frightened that they scattered in all directions, crying and screaming, for fear of being struck by the terrifying axe wind and having their souls scattered.
The ten Kings of Hell on the high platform also stood up, their faces solemn.
"Chujiang!" King Qin Guang couldn't help but shout.
However, Chu Jiang stood there without moving an inch.
He didn't even glance at the colossal axe exuding overwhelming power; he merely raised his eyelids, looked at the crazed giant spirit god, and uttered a single word.
"Certainly."
The sound was not loud, and even somewhat understated.
But this word seemed to be a sacred decree of this world.
The omnipresent laws of order throughout the underworld and the netherworld were completely activated in that instant.
Time suddenly stopped.
The giant spirit god's hundred-foot-tall body, his massive axe swinging down, and his ferocious face were all frozen in mid-air.
He remained in a lunge, slashing stance, frozen in mid-air like a video whose internet connection had been cut off.
Only his eyes could still move, filled with endless horror and bewilderment.
What happened?
Where is my divine power? Where is my body? Why can't I move?
The entire square fell silent again.
All the ghosts and spirits looked at Chu Jiang as if he were a monster.
If the previous baseball bat strike that knocked the Giant Spirit into the pit was due to surprise and the advantage of the magic weapon, then...
Now, with just one word, the righteous gods of Heaven are frozen in place without any power to resist, which is beyond their comprehension.
This is not magic, this is... authority!
It is the supreme authority that makes one's words law!
Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Chu Jiang strode forward and slowly walked to the giant toes of the Giant Spirit God, which were as huge as mountains.
He pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket, on which several large characters were written in cinnabar.
Then, he stood on tiptoe, stretched out his arm, and with a "snap," stuck the talisman onto the giant spirit's toenail.
The ticket clearly stated: "[Illegal Parking Notice]".
Reason for violation: Illegally parking a large offensive magical artifact in a public square.
Handling method: fine and confiscation of the tools used in the crime.
The inscription reads: Temporary Office of Traffic Management, Supreme Court of the Underworld.
Chu Jiang dusted off his hands, turned around, and began his on-site lesson to the ghosts who hadn't run far and were still peeking around.
"Keep a close eye on them, all the ghosts, all the officials, keep a close eye on them."
"Comrade, you illegally parked a large magic weapon in an undesignated area and attempted to violently resist law enforcement, disrupting public order. What do you call that?"
He pointed at the giant god, who was frozen in mid-air, and shouted, "This is an even greater crime!"
"According to the supplementary provisions of the 'Regulations on Administrative Penalties for Public Security in the Underworld,' which were just promulgated by the Supreme Court of the Underworld, such behavior must be dealt with severely, strictly, and swiftly!"
"So, his axe," Chu Jiang pointed to the gleaming, ornate Xuanhua axe, "will be confiscated and put up for public use! The court will build a display room and put this thing at the entrance as a negative example."
"puff……"
One of the officials couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This seemed to flip a switch, and all the ghosts and spirits in the square began to chuckle softly.
That's so mean!
That Lord Chu is just too damn ruthless!
Confiscating the magical treasures of the celestial gods and displaying them as negative examples? If word got out, who in the Three Realms would believe it?
But it actually happened right before my eyes.
"You...you..." Yang Xian trembled as he looked at the utterly absurd scene before him.
He finally understood that reasoning with this guy surnamed Chu wouldn't work, following the rules wouldn't work, and resorting to violence would be even worse.
Because this is the underworld, his home turf.
Here, his rules are the law of nature!
In despair, a resolute glint flashed in Yang Xian's eyes.
He suddenly pulled out a white jade talisman carved with intricate cloud patterns from his pocket.
"You arrogant brat! Do you really think there's no one else in Heaven?!"
Yang Xian roared, channeling his divine power, and crushed the jade talisman in his hand.
Click!
The jade talisman transformed into countless points of light, and a dazzling golden light shot into the sky, piercing through the sky above the underworld and reaching the heavens.
That was a top-level distress signal.
Upon seeing this scene, the expressions of King Qin Guang and the other ten Yama Kings finally changed completely.
Things have blown up.
This is no longer a trivial matter of two deities descending to earth; it's a move that could provoke the Heavenly Army.
However, just when all the ghosts and gods were terrified.
Chu Jiang, however, acted as if nothing had happened and strolled back to the high platform.
Instead of stopping Yang Xian, he took out a package wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and handed it to King Qin Guang.
"Your Majesty, please don't leave yet."
Chu Jiang tore open the paper package, revealing roasted melon seeds inside.
"Here, have some freshly roasted Chacha melon seeds, five-spice flavor, authentic."
King Qin Guang looked at the melon seeds handed to him, then at the still-unhealed hole in the sky, and was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"this……"
"It's alright." Chu Jiang grabbed a handful, skillfully cracked open a sunflower seed, and spat out the shell with a "plop."
He looked at Yang Xian, then looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"This is nothing, they've only just started playing the opening theme."
"You're calling for reinforcements, huh? I like that."
Chu Jiang turned his head and grinned at the completely stunned King Qin Guang.
"Don't panic, sit down and watch the show. The main event is just beginning."