Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 822: Amitabha Buddha

Storm Duke, in his black, gold-threaded robe, sat in the spacious living room. Black Widow calmly stated, “It’s been confirmed; Joker is in our West Continent. I apologize for my failure to locate him.”

The curse has a range limit. Since the Arbiters’ elder successfully cast the spell, it means Joker is indeed here. That suddenly appearing White Light was also likely Joker.

However, Qing Chen must have arrived on the Dominating Vessel, yet she failed to capture him. This was her dereliction of duty.

Storm Duke, sitting in the darkness, calmly looked at her. “Accept your punishment.”

Black Widow pursed her lips, slowly removing her black leather jacket and high heels, revealing a body covered in whip marks. She knelt on the floor with her back to Storm Duke.

The sharp sound of a whip echoed in the Duke’s living room, but no cries of pain were heard.

Twenty minutes later, the metal gate outside the living room opened. Black Widow, having redressed, walked out without any change in expression, instructing her subordinates, “Keep a close watch on the 18 farms. Send out all our spies. We must find Joker.”

The rich kids at Farm 18 were still in the Virtual Realm.

Qing Chen was in the living room, looking at the news on his phone. Someone had captured a silhouette of the Blackwater City attacker at night. A 12-second video went viral online, showing the attacker standing on a huge crimson hand, moving between walls, appearing ghostly and frenzied.

Then, surveillance footage from a level 2 cathedral in Blackwater City emerged, showing Zhong Yu wantonly slaughtering priests. The West Continent was abuzz with speculation about the attacker’s identity, but Qing Chen recognized him immediately.

He thought Zhong Yu, after being sent here, would carefully avoid pursuit, but he didn’t expect him to be so reckless.

In a way, Zhong Yu was now better at hiding than Qing Chen, and as a Demi-God, he possessed a faint power of destruction.

Undeniably, Yan Liuyuan made the right choice in placing Zhong Yu here.

With Zhong Yu’s cover, Qing Chen’s actions weren’t considered major news.

Moreover, the most crucial point was that Qing Chen’s goal was to turn the West Continent upside down. After all, the technological gap between East and West Continent was evident. Without any troublemakers, East Continent wouldn’t stand a chance.

Qing Chen even wondered if he could utilize Zhong Yu’s presence or even team up with him?

If that were possible, the entire West Continent would have a massive headache.

A massive headache.

However, Zhong Yu was in Blackwater City, while he was in Storm City, hundreds of kilometers apart. Without a valid reason, he wouldn’t have a chance to find Zhong Yu. Since arriving in the West Continent, he had first experienced a true virtual world.

Would Zhong Yu, after arriving, also experience it like him?

If so, he could find him in the Virtual Realm.

Seeing that the rich kids hadn’t left the game yet, Qing Chen inspected the farm. He talked to each slave, trying to find the mastermind of the Rebellion.

He remembered the voice. As long as they hadn’t removed the bomb behind their ear and escaped, he would surely find them.

Qing Chen stood before a Black man and asked, “How are the grapes this year?”

The Black man put down his pruning shears, respectfully saying, “Butler, the sunlight conditions were excellent this year; the grapes will surely have a bumper harvest.”

Qing Chen nodded, coldly saying, “If the rotten fruit rate exceeds 12%, watch out.”

He noticed a Black man deliberately avoiding his gaze. He walked over and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Butler, my name is Odru,” the Black man said softly.

Qing Chen knew this was him!

He saw the Black man’s tightly clenched shears, the veins on his arms bulging, seemingly effortless.

Qing Chen pretended not to notice, seriously asking, “Have you ever heard of the Virtual Realm?”

The Black man softly said, “Heard of it. It’s said to be the same as the real world.”

Suddenly, Qing Chen was about to speak when he felt a cold wind sweep over him.

Others might have thought it was the morning breeze, but for him, no detail was missed. This cold wind came inexplicably, without warning or trace.

It was an unknown force attached to him, like a strange, bone-chilling spell, as if someone was chanting in the sky, changing his fate in an evil way.

It was like the feeling everyone had when they first entered the Forbidden Zone.

Qing Chen thought: Is this the effect of the Forbidden Artifact? Or the Arbiters’ black magic? He couldn’t determine it for now.

What is this negative effect? Can Beyond the Three Realms exempt it? He wasn’t sure.

He wasn’t wearing Beyond the Three Realms; he had to disguise himself as a butler. If a bracelet suddenly appeared on the butler’s hand, it would expose his identity.

Qing Chen remained composed. He calmly walked toward the villa, intending to retrieve Beyond the Three Realms from its hiding place to see if it could exempt the judgment.

However, he noticed the white driver secretly following him, seemingly chatting with the slaves but focusing on him.

Moreover, some slaves also had suspicious gazes. They didn’t seem to be working; they looked more like they were checking if the slaves were acting normally.

It was said that the Arbiters’ spies monitored the world for Storm Duke, infiltrating every corner of society. Everyone had to be cautious—it was true.

Connecting this sudden change, Qing Chen wondered if Black Widow was using this method to expose him?

His mind was highly alert. All information from his surroundings converged in his brain, always prepared. On the road, he saw a stone on the ground. An unusual step could cause him to trip and fall.

Qing Chen casually stepped over it.

A few steps further, he saw a gardener passing by with a disorganized toolbox. The shears could fall anytime. If it fell near Qing Chen, it could pierce his foot.

Before the gardener approached, Qing Chen scolded from afar, “You, a gardener, can’t even organize your toolbox? If I see you so sloppy again, I’ll give you a whipping!”

The slave hurriedly knelt down to organize his toolbox.

Continuing toward the villa, he saw a slave about to turn on the automatic sprinkler system, with three nozzles pointed directly at Qing Chen.

Qing Chen coldly said, “You, forget the lawn. Go clean the car’s hubcaps, using chamois cloth. If I find dust on the master’s car again, you’ll know what pain is.”

The slave thought, 100 squats, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100… it was indeed painful. He immediately stopped and went to clean the car.

The new driver was still following, observing.

And Qing Chen’s life seemed suddenly intertwined with misfortune.

The ubiquitous misfortunes weren’t fatal, but Qing Chen understood why the driver was observing him.

In his eyes, he was surrounded by crises, constantly at risk of being selected by accidents.

In others’ eyes, the crises were resolved before they appeared. Therefore, to them, he remained the cruel butler, nothing unusual.

Qing Chen could see details others couldn’t!

He turned to the driver, “Breakfast should be ready. Go eat, don’t wait until the master needs to leave. I’ve noticed you wandering around the estate. Remember, you can’t be idle when following the master.”

The driver was stunned, “Yes, I’ll go now.”

The driver was puzzled. Was this important observation target not the one they were looking for? It was normal. After all, the executioner listed over ninety observation targets; he wasn’t that lucky to encounter an opportunity to make a contribution, was he?

At this moment,

the Arbiters in the Air Fortress were still waiting for news. They had spent two hours chanting the curse spell correctly. There had to be some effect, right?

However, they didn’t know that there were people in the world who could predict disasters through calculation, even using their minds to avoid misfortune. Qing Chen had confirmed that this was the Arbiters’ black magic. He had heard of it before.

They must have cursed his name!

Qing Chen wasn’t sure if Beyond the Three Realms could exempt this.

But he felt that Beyond the Three Realms might exempt curses, as its effect wasn’t much different from that of the Forbidden Artifact. Wasn’t the Forbidden Artifact Qing Xing held also this kind of effect?

Hu Family Intelligence Agency described Beyond the Three Realms as: exempting the rule judgment of the Forbidden Artifact.

But the East Continent Federation didn’t have other inheritances to test the other functions of Beyond the Three Realms. So, was Hu’s judgment biased?

Qing Chen didn’t know, but he had to try.

He quickly returned to his room, carefully opening the bathroom ceiling and putting Beyond the Three Realms back on his wrist.

Instantly, the lingering dark wind disappeared.

“It worked!” Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He could predict the details of accidents, but it was too miserable to watch for 24 hours. What if he encountered an accident while sleeping?

Once someone discovered his misfortune, wouldn’t his identity be exposed?

But at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly felt that Beyond the Three Realms on his wrist was absorbing some of the Myriad Gods Thunder Technique’s thunder plasma.

Strange. Beyond the Three Realms absorbed the plasma without any abnormalities, just like usual.

“What is it absorbing thunder plasma for?” Qing Chen was filled with questions.

On the Air Fortress, the Arbiters’ elders sat quietly in their rooms, each with materials before them: dried antlers, rose-scented candles, three-day-old lamb eyeballs—all used to assist in casting the curse.

They waited for the spies’ feedback, to see if the curse had taken effect.

Interestingly, for insurance, everyone continued casting the spell, to prevent any mistakes. For four hours, the elders succeeded twelve times.

This was why Qing Chen encountered so many misfortunes. He was cursed by many people.

Of course, some unlucky people whose names were mispronounced were also extremely miserable, implicated by Qing Chen.

“I wonder if Black Widow has found that Joker. He’s cursed, so his target should be huge.”

“They should be able to find him. We’ve done our best,” the kind-eyed elder patiently said.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly came from the bright room, “An unprecedented method, but insignificant.”

A golden phantom appeared in the room,

enveloped in thunder, striking an elder with a palm, “Scram.”

With a bang, the elder, who had been excited about the successful spell, was sent flying backward. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

This wasn’t over. The golden phantom continued attacking, beating three Arbiters elders senseless before gradually disappearing.

Before leaving, the deep voice said, “Amitabha Buddha.”

This was a martial monk.

Everyone in the bright room was stunned. They had only seen people who couldn’t be cursed, like the Roosevelt family’s Fate Weaver.

But they had never seen anyone retaliate after a successful curse!

How did that phantom appear? Who was he?

If you don’t want to be cursed, fine, but why attack people?

A monk who could exempt all rules was a bug-like existence. What realm must one reach to create such a Forbidden Artifact?