Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents - Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Chapter 136: Mud Bodhisattva_3

Translator: 549690339

It seemed to be the case.

“All I can say is that the water here is very deep!” Jiang Ming remarked.

Ye Hongyu agreed wholeheartedly, and laughed, “Xiong Ba’s ambition is earth-shaking, but his vision is ultimately limited, otherwise, he wouldn’t have expanded so ostentatiously. If someday a hidden and powerful person finds him displeasing, it would be very interesting.”

After resting, they continued on their journey.

Before long, they came across a bamboo forest, and heard the sounds of battle coming from somewhere ahead of them. They soon saw a group of people in various states of injury or death.

“Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, do you dare to go against our Wushuang City?” A young man shouted angrily.

He seemed rather weak, and was clutching at his chest.

“Dugu, this old man is an honored guest of our Tianxia Association, please let him go and maintain the harmony!” This man, wearing white and with long hair, exuded an air of gentleness.

Standing next to him was another man, his hair curled up like instant noodles.

On the other side stood an elder with a pus-filled face, holding a little girl’s hand.

“That’s Dugu Ming, the young City Lord of Wushuang City. The other two are Xiong Ba’s disciples, Wind supreme-ruler Nie Feng and No-cry Death supreme-ruler Bu Jingyun. How did they end up together and with conflicts? Is the Tianxia Association going to war with Wushuang City?”

“How do you recognize them?” Ye Hongyu asked curiously. “I remember, you said you had just left the mountain!”

“I saw their portraits. They’re all quite unique, so I remembered their faces because of their special status!” Jianchcn said.

Ye Hongyu nodded.

“Very well, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, I’ll remember you!” Dugu Ming left resentfully.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people were gone.

Nie Feng glanced at Jiang Ming and the others, but didn’t pay them much attention. He turned to the old man carrying the medicine basket and holding the little girl’s hand, and laughed, “Mud Bodhisattva, you made it quite difficult for us to find you.”

“Sigh, what’s meant to come will always come, but there’s no avoiding it and no escaping it. Luckily, I’ve lived comfortably for the past ten years.” The old man mocked himself, seemingly having seen through fate.

With a sidelong glance, his expression changed, becoming lost and excited. Approaching Jiang Ming, he looked closely, his eyes shining with excitement, “I’ve tried to peek into fate, but fate has also played jokes on me. I’m covered in pus-filled sores, and my life is destined to end unexpectedly. This is my fate, and I’ve never complained. Everyone will die eventually, and I’ve already let go. But now I have a concern: the little granddaughter I’ve adopted. I can die, but she can’t. However, if I go to the Tianxia Association, I’ll meet with disaster.”

At this moment, Bu Jingyun grew impatient.

He leaped over, attempting to grab the Mud Bodhisattva to take him away, but was blocked by Jianchen, who yelled, “The Mud Bodhisattva is an elder of the Jianghu, you’re being too disrespectful.”

Jianchen was actually very surprised.

He didn’t expect to encounter the Mud Bodhisattva here.

This man was famous in the world of martial arts. Even his master, Nameless, often mentioned him, but they hadn’t had the chance to meet. Today, they met face to face, and the other party had some dealings with Brother Jiang, so he couldn’t let Bu Jingyun ruin the situation.

“Get lost!” Bu Jingyun slapped his palm towards him.

“You truly are the No-cry Death supreme-ruler!” Jianchen was angry too. With a single sword stroke, he forced him back, and the two started fighting.

Jiang Ming took one look at them and stopped paying attention.

At this point, Bu Jingyun hadn’t reached the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts and was no match for Jianchen. After all, he was too young, and Xiong Ba had held back when teaching his disciples.

“Mud Bodhisattva, what exactly do you want to say?” Jiang Ming asked.

The Mud Bodhisattva looked up at the sky, his expression complex..