ATPnovel Chapter 30 Do you know who my father is?
Chapter 30 Do you know who my father is?
The Sun and Moon Holy Sect, formerly known as the Wuwei Sect or the Luo Sect, was originally called the Wuwei Sect.
Two hundred years ago, after a certain martial arts novel became popular in the Ming Dynasty, the leader of the Luo Cult changed the name of his church.
It was named the Sun and Moon Holy Church.
At that time, cults that wanted to use this grand and sophisticated name spread like wildfire throughout the north and south of the Ming Dynasty.
For the sake of this name, which is the same as that of the Ming Dynasty, the Sun Moon Holy Sect has fought against countless cults and gritted its teeth to fight against the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Guards. No matter how badly they were besieged, they never gave up.
What's even more bizarre is that the Luo Sect's organizational structure actually followed the novel's setting, reorganized into a structure where the sect leader was supreme, assisted by two envoys on the left and right, four heavenly kings each guarded a region, and five scattered followers provided support.
This organizational form, which combines hierarchical authority with independent development at the same level, demonstrates an exaggerated level of survivability and combat effectiveness.
The Luo Sect fought against everyone for a century, forcing everyone to acknowledge them and recognize that the name "Sun Moon Holy Sect" was exclusively theirs.
The Sun Moon Holy Sect can be said to have fought its way to become the number one evil sect in the Ming Dynasty, and naturally, there are many masters within the sect.
Especially after the emergence of the extraordinary, the Sun Moon Holy Sect has cultivated a large number of extraordinary individuals. Anyone who claims to be a disciple of "our Sun Moon Holy Sect" must be an extraordinary individual!
Moreover, their power is not from foreign evil gods, but from the heroic spirits condensed through incense and faith by their own successive leaders, protectors, heavenly kings, and devotees.
Its power source is very stable, its combat strength is very powerful, and its danger level is extremely high!
The dangers of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were repeatedly mentioned during the training of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
So the moment Chang Yuan heard the man introduce himself, he took out a revolver from his gourd space and fired it immediately!
boom!
The bullet was aimed precisely at the target's forehead, but was caught by the opponent with an absurdly quick movement as they raised their arm and "grabbed" it.
The gun was supposed to be fast and accurate within seven steps, so how come someone's hand is faster than a bullet?
Fortunately, bullets cannot be held by flesh and blood. The bullet pierced through the palm of the disciple of the Sun Moon Holy Sect, almost shattering half of his hand.
He looked at his broken right hand, seemingly feeling no pain at all. Instead, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it with his tongue.
The movements of the Sun and Moon Disciple revealed an eerie strangeness, as if the arm was not under their own control, but rather being manipulated by the Sun and Moon Heroes like a puppeteer.
The disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect suddenly burst into laughter: "Aha, what a fast gun, what accurate marksmanship!"
"But against the 'Holy Spirit Puppetry' of my Sun Moon Holy Sect, you have no chance of hitting my vital points!"
Holy Spirit Puppetry is a technique inspired by the art of summoning gods. It involves using oneself as a puppet, with the spirits of the Sun and Moon fighting on one's behalf. It has advantages such as unlimited endurance, immunity to pain, greater speed, and a higher field of vision. It is the signature evil art of the Sun and Moon Holy Cult.
Chang Yuan sneered, "The spirits of the sun and moon are high above, I can't do anything to them, but how many bullets can your body withstand?"
The disciples of the Sun and Moon laughed loudly: "How many shots?"
"My body can withstand ten bullets, but your gun only has five bullets left!"
Suddenly, Master Zhang struggled and shouted, "Your Majesty, be careful! The revolvers in Zhangde Prefecture have..."
boom!
Chang Yuan shot Master Zhang in the lower abdomen, the intense pain interrupting his warning.
Then he turned around and fired four shots in quick succession, each aimed at a vital point of the Sun Moon Sect disciple, but they were all blocked by the puppet-like arms of the other party.
Amidst the spurting blood, the disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect laughed even more maniacally: "Finished? Now it's my turn..."
Swoosh—swoosh—
Chang Yuan flicked his wrist and threw out two short knives, aiming them directly at the eyes of the Sun Moon Sect disciple, forcing him to raise his hand to shield himself again.
When he lowered his hand, he saw Chang Yuan closing the cylinder of his revolver and raising his right hand, ready to fire.
The disciples of the Sun and Moon asked in bewilderment, "What just happened?"
Chang Yuan did not answer his question, but instead pulled the trigger of the revolver.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
All six bullets were fired in an instant.
The first two bullets were aimed at the enemy's forehead, forcing him to raise his hand to shield himself.
The third and fourth bullets struck the enemy's shoulder sockets, shattering the shoulder blades of both his arms, rendering him uncontrollable by the spirits of the fallen.
The fifth bullet struck the enemy in the heart, and the sixth bullet pierced his forehead, blowing his head off.
Red and white paint was sprayed everywhere.
Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, Master Zhang screamed in terror, "Spare me! Hero, spare me!"
"I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and an eight-year-old child to raise..."
Chang Yuan, annoyed by his noise, hissed, "Shut up!"
How could Master Zhang possibly shut up? He shouted at the top of his lungs, "No, you can't kill me! I was forced, forced!"
"If I don't risk my life for them, they'll take my life!"
"They won't just kill me, they'll kill my whole family! My family has 128 members!"
Chang Yuan realized that the old man wasn't begging for mercy, but rather using the loud noise to send out an alarm.
In other words, there are other combatants in this courtyard, and they are quite powerful.
At least Mr. Zhang felt that this person could save his life from the gun.
Chang Yuan did not stop the other party from shouting. Instead, he slowly loaded his ammunition one round at a time, waiting for a possible sneak attack.
However, by the time he had fully loaded the bullets, nothing had happened.
The barrel of the revolver was shoved into Mr. Zhang's mouth. The still-hot barrel made his eyes roll back, and he finally stopped making a fuss.
Chang Yuan sneered, "It seems your reinforcements have decided not to come to your rescue."
"I'll ask you two questions. If you answer them properly, I won't kill any more people. Otherwise, I'll kill your entire family."
Seeing Mr. Zhang nod vigorously, Chang Yuan put the revolver away.
Master Zhang coughed a few times, then cried out, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Good sir, can't you spare my life?"
Chang Yuan brandished the revolver in his hand: "This isn't my fault. It's your fault for being with the disciples of the Sun Moon Holy Sect, which forced me to take out my revolver."
"If you've seen this gun, you're still alive, but I'm dead."
Master Zhang lowered his head dejectedly: "Ask away, I only ask that you keep your promise."
Chang Yuan nodded: "Outside the wall of Gongfang Town, there is a plot of land where the bodies of hundreds of children are buried. You had them buried there. Why use children as laborers? Why drive them to their deaths?"
Master Zhang was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
Chang Yuan slammed the gun into his head: "Answer my question!"
Mr. Zhang's forehead was bleeding from being knocked open, and he replied through tears, "There's no reason why. Using them saves money, and I can earn a lot more."
Chang Yuan sighed: "Just as I thought."
"Capital comes into the world dripping with blood and filth from head to toe, from every pore."
"One last question, where is your family's money?"
Originally trembling with fear at the rhetoric of capital, Mr. Zhang was stunned by the second question: "You're not a cultivator from the Demonic Sect?"
The Demonic Sect is also known as the Mo Sect. Their favorite pastime is to uphold justice, kill the tycoons, landlords, and officials who harm the people, and they are also particularly skilled at making exquisite weapons.
Chang Yuan's performance tonight was indeed very much like that of a chivalrous Mo Sect cultivator.
However, the rules of the Mo Sect are strict. All necessities of life must be earned through work, and they would never kill someone and then rob them.
Chang Yuan shook his head: "I am not a cultivator of the Mo Sect, but just a passerby who saw you harming hundreds of children and couldn't stand it, so I came to kill you."
Master Zhang's eyes changed; his fear of Chang Yuan almost completely vanished, replaced by arrogance and ferocity.
"You're not a cultivator from the Demonic Sect, yet you dare to kill me?"
"Do you know who I am? Do you know what official position my son holds? Do you know who my father is?"
Chang Yuan sneered, "Are you going to say 'my father is Zhang Erhe'?"
Master Zhang was stumped by the question: "Who is Zhang Erhe?"
"Pooh!"
"With such a humble name, he must have come from some poor scholar who passed the imperial examination. Does he even deserve to be my father, Zhang Duanxu?"
"Let me tell you, I am..."
click!
Chang Yuan turned his revolver around, gripped the now-warm barrel, and used the butt as a hammer, slamming it into Master Zhang's mouth, knocking out seven or eight of his teeth.
He swallowed his words.
Chang Yuan asked, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "This is your last chance. Where's your money?"
Old Master Zhang's mouth was full of blood, his eyes filled with pain and fear. He pointed tremblingly to the inner room: "I have a safe in my house!"