Novel Full Chapter 255 My Spirit Root is Being Taxed Without Fair Representation!
Chapter 255: Chapter 255 My Spirit Root is Being Taxed Without Fair Representation!
“Who are you calling your wife, you big piece of shit?!”
“You’re always drunk and lazy to the bone!”
“You let your wife do all the work while you sleep the entire day!”
“You don’t deserve her at all! I’m glad she’s leaving a worthless husband like you!”
The woman didn’t need to say a single word in her own defense.
The crowd had already erupted on her behalf, voices filled with anger and disdain as they berated the man without mercy.
It was clear that this stunning woman was well-known in this part of the city and admired by many too.
It was obvious that many men in the crowd were eager to win her favor, each had tried to seduce her many times in the past.
Yet despite their attention and efforts, the woman remained steadfast, dedicated to being a good wife and mother, never once straying from her vows.
“Forgive me, wife! I’ll do better! I’ll change! I swear it! If I lie or utter another false word, may Heaven strike me down where I stand!” the husband cried, his voice choked with unconvincing, crocodile tears.
“Rumble!” The sky was clear and blue, yet the sharp, rolling sound of thunder echoed ominously above.
“Bah! Even the heavens don’t believe your lies anymore! I’ve heard that same line a hundred times already!”
“Get lost, you fool, and don’t ever show your face here again!” The men shouted, driving the lazy, lying husband away.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng had an entirely different thought.
“It would seem this Master Xie Yan truly has some skill in divination,” Lin Feng muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“I agree,” Tang Aining replied calmly. “Although palm reading is a rather crude method, it still has its uses and can be effective up to a certain extent.”
A faint trace of nostalgia flickered in her eyes. When she was younger, she dabbled in palm reading also.
Every master has to start somewhere.
No one is born at the peak and everyone has been a newbie at some point.
“Hmm…” Lin Feng nodded, then swept his divine sense over the man again and this time digging a little deeper.
What he saw nearly made him curse.
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Name: Xie Yan
Strengths:
1. Fifth Stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm
2. Small accomplishment in Empty Palm Reading techniques
3. Self-proclaimed gentleman but an actual evil grandmaster-level flower-plucking thief
Weaknesses: Cultivates a seriously flawed demonic dual cultivation technique, causing him to fall into a once a year, week long lustful frenzy in which he must dual cultivate nonstop for seven days straight or else he dies
***
Lin Feng’s lips twitched slightly, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant admiration flickering across his face.
This Master Xie Yan, whom the world hailed as a righteous and holy man, was in truth a practitioner of demonic techniques, using them to extract profound yin essence from women through his dual cultivation methods.
The realization was both shocking and oddly fascinating.
“This con artist,” Lin Feng mused silently, his mind sharpening with observation, “he lures women with his divination skills, feigning wisdom and virtue, and then collects their essence once he leaves the city. Truly the work of a genius, if one could admire such cunning.”
The brilliance of the plan was undeniable. It was utterly foolproof.
The women went willingly, their fear and hesitation replaced by trust and awe, which meant he avoided the immense risk and effort of abducting them from the streets, where even a single mistake could bring the wrath of cultivators down upon him.
Every detail had been considered, every angle exploited, and every outcome accounted for.
A moment later, the entire spectacle resumed at full speed, voices rising and shuffling as the crowd leaned in, eager for Master Xie Yan’s words.
“I see a dark omen in your future,” Master Xie Yan said, his tone unusually serious. “Someone has taken a fancy to you and will stop at nothing to claim you.”
“Oh no! What should I do, Master Xie Yan?!” The second beautiful woman gasped, eyes wide with alarm.
“If you wish, I can guard your safety,” he continued calmly. “But my life is difficult. I travel constantly from city to city, always moving. I cannot promise the stability you might desire. In fact, I don’t recommend you to take this path at all.”
“I don’t care! I just want to feel safe. Please protect me from now on, Master Xie Yan!” she cried, tears streaming down her face, before impulsively leaping into his arms.
Xie Yan offered no outward reaction, only a faint smile, before turning to the third woman several minutes later.
“You stand at a crossroads today. A great choice approaches, and whether you can seize it depends entirely on you. My advice w…”
He continued his divination with the same precision and focus, speaking softly as his powers worked.
Within just an hour, he had gained the loyalty of more than twenty stunning women, each drawn by his presence and words.
“Please take care of me, big sister,” the women whispered to one another, a quiet camaraderie forming among them.
Feeling safe in numbers, they resolved to follow Master Xie Yan and assist him in his great cause.
There was a clear, innate strength in unity and here it manifested plainly, with each woman not only protecting herself but also reinforcing the power of the group, creating a loyal, unstoppable force around their mysterious divination master.
And, of course, Master Xie Yan was clever.
He didn’t want it to appear as though he only accepted female followers, so he allowed one or two men into his fold as well.
He chose large, strong men as they would serve as excellent beasts of burden for any physical labor needed in his camp.
“Master Xie Yan,” a broad-shouldered man in the Qi Condensation Realm began, his voice tinged with frustration and hope.
“I’ve spent my entire life searching for my soulmate, yet no woman has ever taken an interest in me. I am strong, I have wealth, but all that seems to attract are gold diggers. I want a woman who loves me for who I am, not for the depth of my pockets.”