Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1520: Chapter 822: Amitabha Buddha (Part 2)

It is said that the Arbiter spies monitor the world for the Duke of Storm City, infiltrating every corner of society, and everyone must be cautious with their words and deeds… indeed.

Connecting this sudden change, Qing Chen suddenly wondered if the Black Spider intended to use this method to drag him out?

His mind was highly alert, collecting all the information from the surrounding environment into his brain, ready at any moment.

On the road, he saw a stone placed on the ground, and if he kept his normal pace, he might accidentally step on it and slip.

Qing Chen walked over without any concern.

He took a few more steps and saw a gardener passing by with a messy toolbox, the tools inside were disordered and a pair of scissors could fall out at any moment; if they fell beside Qing Chen, they might stab directly into his foot.

But before the gardener got close, Qing Chen scolded from afar, “Can’t you, as a gardener, even organize your toolbox? If I see you being so sloppy again, you’ll get a whipping first!”

The slave hurriedly crouched down, bowing and scraping to organize his toolbox.

Continuing to walk to the villa entrance, he saw a slave about to turn on the automatic sprinkler system on the lawn, and three of the nozzles were precisely aimed in Qing Chen’s direction.

Qing Chen said coldly, “You, ignore the lawn for now, and go clean the car rims. Remember to use a chamois cloth. If I find dust on the young master’s car next time, you’ll surely know what pain is.”

The slave thought for a moment, 100 squats, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100… it seems truly painful, so he quickly dropped what he was doing and went to clean the car.

Out of the corner of his eye, the new driver was following from behind, observing.

It seemed as if Qing Chen’s life was suddenly intertwined with bad luck.

Although the ubiquitous misfortunes were not life-threatening, Qing Chen already understood why the driver was observing him.

It was just that, in his eyes, crises surrounded him everywhere, and he could be selected by accident at any time.

But in others’ eyes, those crises were resolved before they appeared, so he still seemed like the same harsh butler, with nothing unusual.

Qing Chen could see the details that others couldn’t!

He turned to look at the driver: “Breakfast should be ready in the kitchen, go eat something quickly, don’t wait until the young master is about to leave and you haven’t eaten. I’ve noticed you’ve been wandering around the estate since earlier, remember, being idle around the young master won’t do.”

The driver was taken aback: “Eh… okay, I’ll go now.”

This driver was a bit puzzled, could this key observation target not be the person they were looking for? But it made sense. After all, the Executioner had set out more than ninety key observation targets, so it wasn’t likely he’d encounter a chance to make a contribution right away.

At this moment.

The Arbiters in the Aerial Fortress were still waiting for news. They’d worked hard for two hours before successfully chanting the curse once, hoping it would have some effect, right?

However, what they didn’t know was, there are indeed people in this world who can predict misfortune through calculation, even evading harms with their minds alone…

Qing Chen now confirmed this was indeed the Arbiter’s dark magic, something he had heard of before.

They must have cursed his name!

Qing Chen wasn’t sure if the realm outside the Three Worlds could exempt him from this thing.

But he always felt that the realm outside the Three Worlds could somehow exempt the curse, since it didn’t differ much from the function of taboo objects, Qing Xing’s taboo item had a similar effect, didn’t it?

Hu’s Information Agency described the realm outside the Three Worlds as: able to exempt from the rule judgments of taboo objects.

But the problem was that the Eastern Continent Federation had no other legacy to test other functions of the realm outside the Three Worlds, so could Hu’s Institution’s judgment still be somewhat one-sided?

Qing Chen didn’t know, but he wanted to give it a try.

After quickly returning to his room, he carefully opened the ceiling of the bathroom and put the realm outside the Three Worlds back on his wrist.

In an instant, the ghostly wind that lingered vanished without a trace.

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

Although he could predict the fortunes and misfortunes caused by detail accidents, watching it 24 hours a day is too miserable, and what if an accident happened while he was asleep?

If someone found out he was entwined with misfortune, wouldn’t his identity be exposed together?

But just at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly felt the realm outside the Three Worlds on his wrist absorb some thunder plasma from his body’s God of Thunder.

Strangely, after absorbing the thunder plasma, the realm outside the Three Worlds showed no abnormalities, remaining exactly the same as usual.

“Why absorb the thunder plasma?” Qing Chen was filled with doubt.

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On the Aerial Fortress, the elders in the Arbiter Organization sat quietly in the dark room, each with materials set before them, like dried antlers, candles mixed with rose essence, and eyeballs of a lamb born three days ago, all used to aid in casting curses.

They awaited feedback from the spies to see if the curse had manifested.

Interestingly, to be safe, they continued casting the spell, to prevent errors, spending a full four hours, during which the elders succeeded twelve times in total.

This was also why misfortunes particularly frequented Qing Chen; he was cursed by multiple people at once.

Of course, some unlucky ones who had their names chanted incorrectly were tragically affected by Qing Chen.

“I wonder if the Black Spider has found that Joker? With misfortune around him, the target should be quite obvious.”

“They should find him, after all, we’ve done our best,” the kindly-looking elder said patiently.

Yet suddenly, a voice echoed in the dark room: “An unseen means, yet… not worth mentioning.”

A golden phantom appeared in the room, surrounded by thunder, striking a palm against one of the elders: “Begone.”

With a thunderous roar, the elder who had just been excited by the successful casting was sent tumbling backward by the thunder’s forceful strike.

That wasn’t the end, as the golden bald phantom continued to strike, leaving three of the Arbiter elders reeling before gradually fading away.

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

This one was a Martial Monk indeed…

In the dark room, everyone was stunned, they had only ever seen people immune to curses in their lives, like the Drama Master of the Roosevelt Clan.

But they had never encountered someone who failed the curse and retaliated!

How did that phantom appear? And who was he?

If you don’t succumb to the curse, just don’t, why chase after and attack people!

In fact, a monk able to analyze and exempt from all rules was a bug-like existence, what kind of realm must one reach to analyze such a taboo object?