The Samsara God King's rebirth

CHAPTER 7

Shen Wuyin arrived at the Tianji Hall. The moment he stepped in, Bai Xue rose to her feet, her brow furrowed, her nostrils flared.

“You scum,” she muttered through her teeth.

“Nice to see you again,” Shen Wuyin scoffed, taking a step forward.

Bai Xue hissed, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. Veins bulged from her neck as she moved toward Shen Wuyin.

“Brat!!!” she snapped, stopping in front of him.

Shen Wuyin tilted his head, amusement dancing in his gaze.

“How dare you return here after lying about the Spirit Jade?” she yelled, saliva flew from her mouth and landed on Shen Wuyin’s cheek.

He leaned back, his nose flared with irritation.

“Return to the dumpster you came from!” Bai Xue thundered, more saliva flew from her mouth.

Shen Wuyin took a step back, a dark shadow crossing his pupils.

“The only dumpster I know of is your mouth,” he sneered. “This hall already reeks of rotten meat. Don’t intensify it.”

Bai Xue’s eyes turned bloodshot. Her nails dug into her palms at her sides.

“How…”

Before she could finish, Shen Wuyin shoved her aside and walked toward Elder Tianji’s chamber.

Bai Xue bit down on her lower lip.

“Urgh!!!” she screamed, kicking the stool in front of her.

Gasps rippled through the air as Shen Wuyin entered Elder Tianji’s chamber.

Six pairs of eyes locked on him, their jaws slack.

“How did he make it out alive?”

“Useless brat!”

“I should have pierced his heart!”

The five high grade cultivators cursed under their breath.

Elder Tianji rose to his feet immediately, his gaze filled with rage.

“How dare you return here after lying about the Spirit Jade!” he bellowed. The shelf beside him rattled from the intensity of his voice.

Shen Wuyin let out a dry laugh, rubbing his stomach while glancing at the five high grade cultivators.

They were taken aback and rose to their feet, their hands curling into fists.

“You liar!” one of them snapped. “You still have the guts to walk in here after telling a fallacy?”

Elder Tianji lifted his hand, and the cultivator immediately shut his mouth, his eyes burning with fury.

Shen Wuyin took a few steps forward, his lips curling upward with a faint glint of teeth.

“I know these fools must have already given you the Guixin Beast’s eyes,” he said and sat on a bench before them.

The five cultivators gnashed their teeth in fury, their eyes locked on him.

Shen Wuyin slid his hands into his pockets and took out the Spirit Jade Crystal.

Its spirit energy filled the room, the crystal gleamed brightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The five cultivators rushed forward, their arms reaching for the spirit Jade crystal. Just as they were about to snatch the crystal from Shen Wuyin, he closed his fingers around the jade.

“Ah, ah… not now, not ever,” he grinned.

“Elder Tianji,” he called, rising to his feet.

The five cultivators circled him, their weapons materializing in their grips.

Shen Wuyin clicked his tongue. “Too bad there is no cliff here.”

“Enough!” Elder Tianji lifted his hand, his voice echoed through the chamber.

He stepped toward Shen Wuyin.

“How is he alive and holding the Spirit Jade Crystal, when you all reported he died while attacking you when you discovered he didn’t know where the Spirit Jade was?” he demanded.

The five cultivators swallowed hard and stepped back, lowering their gazes.

“I’ll tell you,” Shen Wuyin said smugly.

“After I killed the Guixin Beast and retrieved the Spirit Jade from its eyes, these fools took advantage of my wounded state. They took what they thought was the Jade and pushed me off Mount Runyu.”

A small laugh escaped his lips as he stared at them.

Elder Tianji turned to them, his eyes blazing.

“You five dare lie to my face,” he rumbled.

Blue energy gathered beneath his fingers, forming a perfect sphere.

He slammed it into the five, the force hurled them across the room.

They crashed into the walls, their bones cracking from the impact.

“Come, son, sit,” Elder Tianji said, gesturing to the bench beside him.

Shen Wuyin handed him the Spirit Jade Crystal and sat down.

Elder Tianji examined the crystal, amusement glimmering in his eyes.

“It truly is,” he muttered.

He turned to Shen Wuyin, his expression softening.

“Son, thank you for this,” he said.

Shen Wuyin dipped his head briefly.

Without wasting time, Elder Tianji handed him a bag of a hundred thousand gold coins and a pair of Dao boots made from fine beast hide as compensation for the trouble caused by the five high grade cultivators.

“With this, I can clear off Shan Lian’s debt and still have more than enough for Yun Li’s family,” Shen Wuyin thought as he left the Tianji Hall.

A few streets away from Yun Li’s house, ten men stepped out from the shadows, weapons of different grades in their hands.

Among them were the five cultivators from the Tianji Hall.

Shen Wuyin rolled his eyes slightly.

“I see you fools are ready to die,” he smirked.

They circled him, raising their weapons.

One of them rushed forward, his sword flashing under the sun.

A few inches from Shen Wuyin, the blade stopped.

He had wrapped Qi around himself in double layers.

Another rushed in with lethal speed, his sledgehammer swinging toward Shen Wuyin’s head.

A loud bang echoed through the space as the striking face of the hammer collided with Shen Wuyin’s Qi barrier.

“You worthless piece!!” The man growled through clenched teeth.  He channeled more Qi into his hammer, pressing into onto Shen Wuyin’s barrier.

Despite the intensified force of his hammer, it remained suspended.

Shen Wuyin opened his palm. Flames danced above it, burning brightly. He struck the flame toward the two cultivators in front of him, engulfing their Dao robe.

Their voices broke into shattering screams of pain.

A sheepish grin spread on Shen Wuyin’s lips as he watched them. He slid his hands into pockets, his eyes beaming from the radiance of the two burning.

The others attacked at once, striking their weapons at Shen Wuyin.

He dodged every single strike, moving swiftly with his hands still in his pockets.

His movement fueled their rage.

“Hand over the coins and we will let you live,” one of them thundered.

“Think again,” Shen Wuyin smirked. “I just killed two of your men without a fuss, and you still think I am at your mercy?”

The man clenched his teeth.

They attacked again, this time using their individual techniques.

“Impressive,” Shen Wuyin smirked as he watched them.

To them, he was only watching, but they did not realize he was already studying their techniques, Wind Strikes, Blade Strikes, and Iron Fist.

Just as they were about to reach him, he activated the Dao Stealing Technique he had obtained from Zhang Chi.

“Get them,” he commanded.

A radiant red orb rose into the air, casting a soft glow as it hovered above them. Before any of them could move, red vines sprouted from the vines, its tips clung unto their foreheads. Their eyes widened from terror, their throat went dry as it began absorbing their cultivation.

The vines retracted. Their bodies fell to the ground with a dull thud.

“Well at least they are worth something.” A smirk tugged at the corner of Shen Wuyin’s lips.

The orb lowered into his palm. Without a second thought, he swallowed it. A mix of silver, green, red, violet, and crimson light shone from within him.

He stepped over their bodies and advanced into the next street.

Just as he was about to step into Yun Li’s street, screams filled the air.

“No… please,” The voice came desperate and trembling, but unmistakably familiar.

“Ruoxi?” Shen Wuyin muttered, his eyes widened.