Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1033: Chapter 1067: The Legendary Musashi Monk

”Good, good name, what a great name.” Lin Zifeng gave a thumbs up, which made the girl chuckle endlessly. She couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear for her quirky name...

”Alright, it’s about time now, you should go bathe.” Lin Zifeng put away the attendance book, didn’t pause for a moment, turned around, and headed out of the cave.

”Stop!”

Suddenly! Tsolimaraso called out to Lin Zifeng.

”What’s up?” Lin Zifeng asked.

”Who are you?”

Tsolimaraso’s voice remained cold, her pretty gaze examined Lin Zifeng up and down.

”Heh, of course, I’m the Church Envoy, responsible for bringing you here. What? No need to look at me like that, right?” Lin Zifeng chuckled.

Actually, he didn’t know what Tsolimaraso’s identity was, and he wouldn’t reveal his own identity to her either; who knows if she came in for the blessing of the Church God?

”Church Envoy?” Tsolimaraso’s eyes gleamed, curiously scrutinizing him.

”What? Do all the other Church Envoys touch you inappropriately? Just because I’m too kind, you think I don’t fit in?”

Lin Zifeng squinted his eyes slightly; since she didn’t believe him, he might as well put on a lecherous look.

”Get lost!”

Tsolimaraso cursed fiercely, turned, and swayed towards the baths, her rounded, plump **hindquarters** quite eye-catching...

”No need to be so ’bust’ing, right?”

Lin Zifeng looked depressed, wondering if all women these days have such frustrating personalities?

”Bro, you came out so quickly? What do you think of those girls? Do you want to try one or two tonight to get a taste?”

Lin Zifeng had just come out when the Church Envoy, holding the cigarette Lin Zifeng gave him, jeered suggestively.

”No, just tell me where the Sect Hierarch is.” Lin Zifeng’s face was dark as water, a hint of coldness creeping onto the corner of his lips.

”Why are you asking this?”

The Church Envoy became instantly vigilant.

”You just need to tell me the location and your task is done.”

”You’d better manage the baths, don’t meddle in other matters.”

The Church Envoy warned him, evidently, in this evil place, the Sect Hierarch had a very special status, and most people dared not mention him.

”Alright then, I’ll find him myself.” With that, the smile on Lin Zifeng’s lips gradually disappeared.

In a flash, he stepped forward, clasping the Church Envoy’s neck with his hands.

”Crack...”

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed.

The Church Envoy’s eyes rolled back as the body limply fell to the ground.

Lin Zifeng briskly clapped his hands and walked slowly towards the dark tunnel...

The cave was very large, with all sorts of complex and confusing passages. It took Lin Zifeng a long time to find the exit following the tunnel he came from.

At this moment, it had already been two hours since they entered the interior of the Holy Land.

The cave itself was quite dim, and Lin Zifeng, relying on himself alone, found it very difficult to locate the Sect Hierarch of the Holy Land.

”I heard the bunch of new girls tonight isn’t bad, our Sect Hierarch is in for some fun tonight. Hope they get bored of them and let us have some fun afterwards.”

At this time, in a nearby tunnel to Lin Zifeng, two Church Envoys were leaning against the stone wall, smoking and chatting, providing Lin Zifeng a great opportunity.

”Hehe, these dumb girls actually believe in the Church God stuff, I really don’t get why Eastern Earth people are so stupid like pigs.”

”Haha... There’s nothing we can do, if Eastern Earth people weren’t a bit stupid, how could our Sect Hierarch have easily taken over this Holy Land? But I gotta say, last time quite a few shiny-skinned girls came in with the new believers, but unfortunately, before we got to play, a few Elders turned them into sex slaves until they went crazy. I wonder if that’ll happen this time.”

Saying this, the guy suddenly shrank his neck, feeling a chill sweep across his nape, very eerie, very spine-chilling...

”What’s up with you? Have the few girls in the dungeon worn you out lately?” The square-faced Church Envoy jeered with his cigarette butt in his mouth.

”When you came to Eastern Earth, didn’t you consider the possibility of dying here?”

Suddenly!

An abrupt and gloomy voice surged from behind.

The two men immediately sprang up from the ground.

They saw two swift blade lights darting over, instantly slicing a red wound across the neck of the square-faced Church Envoy...

Hiss...

Blood gushed like a fountain, the square-faced Church Envoy gripped his neck tightly, making a gurgling noise in his throat...

”Take me to your Sect Hierarch, or die!”

Lin Zifeng’s dark silhouette blocked the cave entrance, under the illumination, it was impossible to see who this demon-like killer was.

...

Around eight at night, the cave was brewing with bustling energy.

In an extraordinarily lavish cave, dozens of men in black robes stood together, chanting something in unison.

A wooden stele was displayed in front of them, engraved with the blood-red words ’Church God’.

”May the great Church God grant us eternal life; everyone in the Holy Land is willing to follow you, Church God. May the great Church God bless our sect to prosper and devour Mo City, becoming the true Mo City’s Holy Land!”

The leading figure had his face covered with a black veil, making it impossible to see his features, but from his voice, it was evident he was no young man, at least forty years old.

Lin Zifeng was hiding in a rocky corner of the cave. A corpse lay beneath his feet.

”So, the Wumo Holy Land doesn’t even have a Wumo; it’s said that Mo City’s Wumo is the Guardian God of this land, but it turns out it’s all made up.” Lin Zifeng muttered to himself.

When he came, he researched some information. The so-called Wumo Holy Land was merely a myth passed down; a Wumo monk once appeared on this land, and because natural disasters continuously struck this region, many people fell ill. In the end, it was the Wumo monk who used his own blood as medicine, saving everyone on this land. Later, the Wumo monk died, and to commemorate him,

the locals gradually developed a Holy Land in his name, establishing a religious belief that evolved into the Wumo Holy Land over time. Eventually, the Holy Land was taken over by evil believers and fell into its current state.

Would the Martial Arts remain indifferent in the face of a century of evil?

”Bring them all up!”

The middle-aged man called the Sect Hierarch waved his large hand, and the nine women whose names Lin Zifeng had called earlier were brought in.

However, one person was missing!

Tsollimaraso!