I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 308: Chapter 139: Old Zhu’s Broken Sword, Stern Condemnation (5k)_3

These people are really a pain in the ass, always trying to mess up his cultivation.

Especially those Church folks, even more annoying.

He’d heard Wen Yan mention it before, and he’d seen a few videos on his own phone—devils don’t just go around cursing people to hell for no reason.

Those foreign videos, their understanding of devils is way too stereotyped—it’s not like every devil loves to play with souls.

Sensing that the foreigner had already grabbed the pendant around his neck and was watching him warily, Gauss just couldn’t hold back anymore.

These past few days, he’d been behaving at work, and except for absorbing patients’ pain, he hadn’t used any of his powers otherwise.

No, actually, even while working, he only absorbed painful energies; he didn’t even use those powers.

The people of Divine Land hadn’t forced him into anything, his coworkers were alright too—they even asked him for foot massages.

So why do these out-of-towners insist on coming all the way here, just to sabotage his cultivation?

Gauss watched as the guy not only refused to leave, but was now tailing him carefully from behind, and he knew—damn it, all these days of hard cultivation are about to go down the drain.

Just yesterday, he’d seen a video about a demon: if you don’t use your powers and do 9,999 good deeds, you can achieve enlightenment.

But then, for the last three good deeds, he got forced to break his vows—decades of cultivation wasted just like that.

He read the comments—people of Divine Land call this a ”tribulation,” something every cultivator inevitably encounters, and the closer you get to success, the more likely you’ll run into it.

If you get through it, you’ll attain enlightenment; if you fail, everything’s for nothing.

As for what enlightenment really is, he honestly doesn’t get it.

Right now he just feels like his tribulation is here.

Once he split from his coworkers and could still sense the guy following him, Gauss finally snapped.

He stomped his foot lightly—the demon’s power turned into a shockwave and hit the foreigner straight in the body. The cross in the man’s hand instantly turned scorched black, his eyes glazed over, and after a moment of confusion, he turned and left.

The guy marched straight ahead, reached the big bridge, and, staring into the water below, seemed to sense some excruciating pain; it was as if there was a demon’s body in the river, vanishing in a flash.

Consumed by greed, the foreigner leapt right off the bridge and vanished into the river below.

With a splash, someone on the bridge yelled, ”Someone just jumped into the river!”

An hour later, the corpse-retrieval team started fishing around the river and pulled out the guy—already drowned.

The Scorching Sun Department folks wanted to ask the local water god about this, but then remembered—the local water god had just been slaughtered.

The security footage showed everything crystal clear—it was the guy himself jumping into the river.

The Scorching Sun people had originally planned to investigate thoroughly. After all, he’d entered as an ordinary tourist, but when they saw the ”Key Risk” mark on his file, ”Arrest immediately if detected proselytizing,” that was it.

The Scorching Sun crew shrugged—nothing to do with us anymore, just follow normal procedure.

Down on the West River riverbed, Old Turtle dragged a foreigner who’d just turned into a Water Ghost all the way to King Guilong Temple.

The foreigner’s nether soul had only just regained a little awareness, when, by pure instinct, he started preaching to Old Turtle...

The nether soul had just reached the temple gate when, with a squelch, a dragon claw formed from the river’s current crushed him. Apparently, that wasn’t enough—an eerie blue flame rose up from the water, burning all his remains to nothing.

”Stupid old fool, stop dragging every ghostly thing back here! What the hell—something actually dared to try preaching in my territory?! There’s nothing out there but demons and monsters? What an age we live in!”

King Guilong was getting so pissed his temper was exploding.

”What’s the Scorching Sun Department even doing? Crap like this should be killed on the spot! How are they letting it slip in?

If they let one more of these things die in West River, I’ll flood their offices!”

Old Turtle, being chewed out, didn’t even dare clap back—he just lay outside, blinking his tiny eyes, thinking to himself that honestly, he was hoping the foreign ghost might bring some kind of news.

Who’d have thought this ghost would have the balls to attempt preaching at the temple door the moment his mind cleared, as a newly drowned soul no less.

Old Turtle was just dumbfounded—he’d never even heard of such a gutsy Water Ghost.

Afraid to talk back, Old Turtle thought for a bit, turned around and swam away. Seeing a Scorching Sun Department field agent bored silly on the shore, he hocked a loogie in that direction.

The agent looked over warily. Old Turtle stuck out a claw and beckoned him over.

The agent thought about it, edged a bit closer, but still kept several meters from the water’s edge.

Old Turtle didn’t care. After recalling what happened just now, he spoke in human tongue.

”My king says if you bring in one more thing that tries preaching here, he’ll flood your whole department. Don’t push us too far!

We’re not that easy to mess with. If you want to humiliate us, don’t use these tricks.

Remember, just one more time and we’re flooding your offices!

Absolute humiliation!

Having someone preach at his temple gate is just beyond insulting!

Ptui!”

Old Turtle spat again and left.

The Scorching Sun field agent was dumbfounded. What the hell?

He looked down at the law enforcement recorder hanging from his chest—seems it was on.

He replayed the footage, broke into a grin, and hurriedly called his boss.

Within half an hour, the footage was sent to Cai Heizi.

Cai Heizi, after watching the video, was grinning so hard his molars were showing.

”Go, give my order: anyone who, on paper, has nothing wrong but applied to enter Nanwu County and still hasn’t left—grab them all, no questions asked.

What excuse?

Don’t you know how to talk? If you don’t, go train.

When we do things, there’s no such thing as excuses—it’s always hard evidence.

These folks, emboldened as hell, using our department as cover to go proselytize to the West River Dragon God, stirred up all the water gods over there to the point they’re threatening to flood every government office.

This is basically trying to start a war and sabotage local stability—smash them hard, no mercy.

Right, arrest everyone who’s marked, round them all up first.

And get in touch with the foreign ministry. I want a stern condemnation issued in the name of the Scorching Sun Department.”