Chapter 428: Chapter 210: Jungle King, Professional Jungler (3)
In terms of looks, he was decent enough—above average, one might say.
But a man’s handsomeness is about more than just his face; taking everything into account, he was undeniably a handsome guy.
Especially after achieving Great Success in his Martial Arts, he was cloaked in an ethereal, transcendent aura that only added to his charm.
Even so, he never expected a photographer to stop him and ask to take his picture.
The young man was, of course, Zhao Rui—also known as Zhao Domain.
"That’s right, that’s right! Sweet Porridge, Cherry, get over here. You two are going to take a picture with the Daoist."
"A vixen paired with a Daoist—it’s all about the contrast. Haha."
The photographer crooked his finger, and the two graceful models sashayed over, their movements lithe and alluring.
When Zhao Rui saw what was happening and heard the man’s words, he couldn’t help but curse to himself. ’Damn it!’
’And here I thought this photographer had a good eye, that he was after me for my looks.’
’Turns out, he was just after my Daoist Robe.’
Although he wasn’t a proper—er, a formally ordained Daoist, since he was wearing the attire, he felt he had to act the part.
He couldn’t just go along with it and shoot some ridiculous photos that would disgrace the Daoist School.
"Sorry, I’m busy."
Zhao Rui raised a hand, cutting the photographer off mid-sentence, and strode away.
"Hey! I’ll pay you! Two thousand... that’s a good chunk of change. Fuck. So unappreciative."
The photographer huffed, then turned to the others and said, "Let’s get back to it. It’s not like it’s hard to find a Monk or a Daoist around here."
Evidently, Zhao Rui’s appearance had sparked his "artistic inspiration."
From a distance, Zhao Rui naturally heard his words. He thought about teaching the man a lesson, but then decided against it.
’He wasn’t worth the effort.’
With a carefree smile, Zhao Rui continued on his way.
He was on his way to the Kongtong Sect. He’d heard from Master Qingyang of the Taishan Sect that the Kongtong Sect practiced the Artifact Refining Dao, and that their skills were worth looking into.
As it happened, Zhao Rui also wanted to visit an "old friend," which was what prompted the journey.
He traveled the entire way on foot, forgoing any form of transportation.
For him, a journey of nearly a thousand miles was a trivial affair, no different from a pleasant stroll.
And as it turned out, not only did he get to enjoy unique scenery he could never have experienced before, but he also managed to perform many good deeds along the way.
Perhaps due to the return of Gui Xu and the merging of the two realms, he encountered quite a few practitioners of the Evil Dao along his journey, people like the Nine Yin Two Demons.
Some of these people were visitors from Gui Xu, utterly lawless. Others were simply emboldened by their superior martial prowess, allowing their wicked natures to emerge and engaging in nefarious deeds.
They didn’t dare stir up trouble in territories controlled by the major sects, so they all chose to operate in remote counties and towns.
They would either collude with the County Magistrate’s Office, strong-arm their way into monopolizing local markets, or simply prey on the common people.
Had Zhao Rui not experienced it all firsthand, he would have found it hard to imagine such things could still happen in today’s highly-connected, information-driven world.
Clearly, the impact of Gui Xu’s arrival on civilization was immense.
There was no way Zhao Rui was going to let them get away with it. They swaggered about, thinking themselves invincible just because they had reached the Grandmaster Realm or even the Divine Void Realm, but in Zhao Rui’s eyes, they were no more than clay pigeons. He dealt with them with a mere wave of his hand.
He considered it a public service, ridding the world of vermin and restoring a measure of peace and justice to society.
His actions along the way, however, earned him the unsavory reputation of the "Cleaner Fish" in the martial world.
Zhao Rui was both annoyed and exasperated when he heard the moniker. ’A bunch of uncultured brutes. Couldn’t they have come up with a better name?’
Therefore, he deliberately let a few grunts go free, instructing them to spread the new name he had created for himself: "King of the Wilds!"
His specialty: clearing out the wilds.
