Chapter 566 If you dare, beat me to death!
Chapter 566 If you dare, beat me to death!
When Wen Rui was exposed in front of everyone for giving a fake gift, his face turned red, but it was only a slight blush.
He didn't say that the basket of peaches were the genuine Queen Mother's peaches that ripen once every nine thousand years. He only said that they were local specialties of Heaven. It's your problem if you accepted them as peaches.
Besides, there are also a few small peaches that ripen once every three thousand years mixed in, so it still contains a certain amount of peach content.
Besides, the value of a product lies in the recognition of consumers. Anyway, the life-extending effect has no effect on saints, and it is a useless attribute. You can tell me whether it tastes good or not.
As for the taste of authentic peaches, after all, they are rare, so they are definitely not unpalatable.
As for how delicious it is?
Monkeys who love peaches the most will eat half and throw away the other half.
If the peach is so delicious that its tail is lifted up, the monkey will probably lick the peach pit clean. How could he be willing to throw it away?
The fake peaches improved by Wen Rui were tested on monkeys in Mount Emei. Each monkey wanted to swallow the peach pits. In some aspects, its properties are definitely better than the authentic peaches.
"What I just said was that some evildoers and demon lords are plotting to overthrow the human race's rule in the mortal world, and are trying to usurp the Zhou Dynasty and replace it!"
Wen Rui didn't respond to the fake peaches' words at all, and went straight to the point to complain to Nuwa: "Although the Zhou Dynasty is on the decline, it is after all the so-called orthodox regime of the human race that conforms to the way of heaven. In order to establish the Zhou Dynasty, Shang Tang's 600-year foundation was destroyed, and thousands of Jiejiao immortals fell. It was just a pity that they handed it over to the conspirator behind the scenes."
"Besides, the rise of the human race is the general trend of heaven and the overall situation of the three realms in the next thousand years. It is of great significance. I have no choice but to come and report to you, the mother of the human race, Nuwa."
Nuwa looked indifferent, chewing the peaches without stopping, and said: "Oh? There is such a thing? I see."
"Eh?" Wen Rui was stunned: "Then what?"
"What then?" Nuwa rolled her eyes in a very human way and said impatiently, "Are you done? You can leave now."
Wen Rui thought of many possibilities to test the waters, but in the end, Nuwa Niangniang just replied "read but not replied", which made him secretly resentful. He thought that she was worthy of being a saint who once overthrew the human dynasty, and her level was indeed higher than those political novices in heaven.
Not answering will not reveal any flaws!
However, not making a statement is also a statement. Wen Rui had 40% doubt before, but now it has increased to 60%.
"What are you still doing here?"
While Wen Rui was thinking, Nuwa said in an unhappy tone: "Although the human race was created by me, it is no longer under my control. The future of the human race depends on itself. Not to mention that I have not verified the truth of what you said. Even if it is true, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, fate is uncertain. Even if I am a saint, it is difficult to know. What can I do?"
Nuwa's reasons are quite sufficient. Although they cannot be said to be flawless, at least there are no flaws.
"Nuwa, I have a little selfish motive. The person chosen by the conspirator to carry out the rebellion is the blood of my past relationship. I have a karmic connection with him."
Wen Rui narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "You also know that with the character of us Jiejiao disciples, let alone being related, even if someone says 'fellow Daoist, please stay', we will risk our lives to accompany you. I came here to inform you, and secondly to notify you. Since Nuwa doesn't want to take care of human affairs, I will take care of it. As for whether it will be a good thing or a bad thing, it's hard to know."
"Huh? You are so brave, you brother Tongtian, the founder of Jiejiao, doesn't even dare to speak to me like that!" Nuwa raised her eyebrows, the light in the Nuwa Palace dimmed a little, and the incomparably powerful mental pressure fell on Wen Rui like a landslide or tsunami.
Even though Wen Rui's soul had undergone countless stress-resistance training in the Hell of Unending Suffering, facing the wrath of the saint, although it was only a slight rage, he lost the power to resist. His body was unstable, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.
"Back then, I watched you from heaven using all your evil schemes to harm the human race. You killed no less than 100,000 innocent souls. I wanted to kill you, the butcher, but because you are just a mortal, I would lose my sainthood if I killed you myself. That is why I allowed you to live until now. How come you are tired of living after living for more than 500 years?"
Nuwa's tone was as cold as an icy blade, and the murderous intent emanating from it directly reduced Wen Rui's immortal lifespan at a rate of a thousand years per second. If it were a mortal, he would have been killed by her glare, and a Mahayana practitioner would not have been able to withstand it for more than ten seconds.
Fortunately, Wen Rui ate peaches and elixirs for almost three meals a day, so his life span could stand the test. However, the pain brought by the murderous pressure from the saint was more intense than the torture of the hell.
When the three demons from Xuanyuan Tomb were escaping, they were intercepted by Nuwa. Nuwa didn't even take any action. She just glared at them, and the three demons surrendered, without even mustering the courage to resist.
It can be seen how terrifying the Taoism of Nuwa Niangniang is. Although she became a saint through merit, her cultivation was already at the top of the Three Realms before she became a saint.
The hellish trials did take effect. Wen Rui managed to hold on, gritting his teeth and standing firm. He straightened his back and faced Nuwa's frosty and peerless face.
"If my words have offended Your Majesty unintentionally, I hope Your Majesty will be magnanimous and bear with me."
Wen Rui said with difficulty: "But the people of Jiejiao are just like this. People who swung their swords at the saint in the Zhuxian Sword Formation died one after another. One more or one less doesn't make a difference! I, Wen Rui, had a low level of Taoism in the past. I didn't even have the qualifications to enter the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the sect, but I had the courage to face the saint and die calmly!"
Nuwa raised her hand, and Wen Rui quickly preset the automatic medicine jar of the artificial stomach sac, and the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill was in a standby state.
The strong interaction force material and the golden cudgel's meridian filaments wrapped around the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill like a cocoon, along with a small amount of bone marrow stem cells and fairy-level nanorobots, ready to receive the attack from Saint Nuwa.
When being slapped by a saint, it is not just a matter of having bruises all over the face, or even just bruises all over the face. It is possible that the flesh, bones and other physical substances may be turned into pure energy.
Relying on strong interaction materials to offset physical impacts, the golden cudgel silk ball conducts and absorbs the power of Hunyuan, the Nine-Turn Golden Pill provides the source of life energy, and the little bit of bone marrow stem cells under the catalysis of the fairy-level nanorobots can ensure that even if there is a little bit of residue left, he can quickly heal himself and grow into a human form again.
As long as he can withstand this attack, he won’t have to worry about Nuwa killing him later.
A saint also has to have face. His merits and cultivation level are equivalent to that of a celestial being. It is embarrassing enough for a saint to fight a celestial being. If he fails to kill the celestial being with one blow, the one he hits next time is not Wen Rui's face, but Nuwa's own.
He made his attitude clear, got slapped, and saved his life.
Wen Rui no longer needs to care about Nuwa's attitude and can act boldly to destroy all conspiracies and tricks against his mistress Rakshasa and his wild son Ji Bofu.
(End of this chapter)