Chapter 68: No Talking, No Moving
iang Wang, secretly astonished by the exquisite control of this move. From this one hand alone, Jiang Wang's strength was stronger than he had imagined.Without further ado, he immediately retreated to...Listening to Zhu Dali mention his ideals was a rather strange experience.
Especially for Jiang Wang.
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Under the blood moon, with the name of peace. Walking in the dark, gazing towards the dawn.
"Peace never lasts forever, and demons are always born out of misfortune."
These are just some empty words he's spouting.
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What is this talk of three officials, seven clerks and nine departments How many organizations' frameworks have been thrown together haphazardly. It's truly lacking in sincerity.
To make the nonexistent organization "Taiping Dao" sound convincing, he certainly put some thought into it. But in the end, it all boils down to self-serving justifications built around the word "peace".
Those so-called great ideas.
He himself didn't believe it.
But Pig Dalian believed it.
Zhu Dali believed that a real organization called "Tai Ping Dao" existed in the world. He believed that a great existence known as "The Leader of Tai Ping Dao" truly existed, and he believed in the ideal of "world peace."
This ruffian who frequents the Flower and Fruit Club is no good. While he hasn't committed any major crimes, he often bullies people in the streets.
Since coming into contact with the Taiping Dao and receiving the imprint of the Taiping Divine Wind, and after accepting Jiang Wang's casually described ideology of the Taiping Dao, I suddenly had a simple and sincere feeling, as if I had found the meaning of existence in the demonic... From then on, I underwent a complete transformation.
Boasting is a natural desire. Chai A Si, once successful, couldn't wait to show off his achievements. He was surrounded by admirers at the Flower Fruit Banquet and stole the show at the Martial Arts Competition.
Pig Dali, who also experienced a sudden turn of fortune, continued to endure loneliness. He still worked at that dilapidated old tavern, watching the aimless and drunken patrons.
Only when night falls, wearing a nightwalker's robe and carrying two straight swords, do they transform into the Peacetime Ghost Messenger, slaying evil deities and restoring peace to the people.
He truly believed he was carrying out a great undertaking.
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When describing his ideal, there was a sparkle in his otherwise ordinary eyes.
To say "universal peace" in Old Monkey Tavern would surely be met with uproarious laughter.
If you shouted that on the streets of Mow Yun City, everyone would probably think you were crazy.
But Sheguyu did not smile.
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In the mirror, there was no Jiang Wang either.
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Bear Sansi, who was being discussed by several celestial demons and watched by almost all competitors, was now walking slowly down the tree-lined path in Shenxiao Land. His eyes were alert and his breath was solemn. A narrow blade was hidden in his palm.
He and Yuxin were the most prepared for Shenxiao, having spent the longest time preparing. They also seemed to have received the most intense "care".
They were the first to find the Shenxiao Secret Chamber, but they couldn't get ahead of any competitors. They chose a tree-lined path at random, but along the way, dangers lurked around every corner, making their journey a heart-stopping experience.
Like a group of hunters burdened with heavy packs, they should have followed the established routine to complete their hunt. But finally, on their long and arduous journey across mountains and rivers, their hunting gear gradually dwindled.
"Take a break, take a break!" Hoshino gasped, waving his hand: "As long as we don't continue forward, there won't be any danger. Let me rest for a bit!"
That splendid martial attire was tattered and torn, and the usually neat hair bun was in disarray.
The realm of Shenxiao is truly not a place ordinary demons can reach. Along the way, if it weren't for the ample preparation beforehand, if it weren't for Xiong San repeatedly lending a helping hand... he wouldn't know how many times he had already died.
If every path is this difficult, it's hard to imagine how many of the six teams that entered this forest will make it through.
Xiong San si slowly glanced at Yu Xin, seeing that he was gasping for breath, so he stopped.
But just as he came to a halt.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The visitor's stillness seemed to trigger some mechanism. Dozens of vines shot out from the forest, as fast as lightning, breaking through the darkness and instantly binding Hachimune together in a bundle.
Bear San's body suddenly burst with a wave of energy, spreading out in circles like ripples on water after a stone is thrown. Within these increasingly solid ripples, there was a dazzling flash of swordlight, like a white dragon piercing the moon, instantly slicing through the forest—
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Click! Click!
What a stunning flash of blade!
Hundreds of severed vines crashed to the ground, making a dull thud. The broken remnants twitched like living things, struggling and even spurting blood.
The air was growing cooler, tinged with a hint of autumn chill. Crimson hues gradually spread across the ground. The red painted upon the fallen leaves turned them into fiery ones. A rustle and whisper echoed from deep within the old forest, as if shadows were approaching. A sense of dread began to thicken the air.
And Haixin, having gained her freedom, now had a face as pale as paper.
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It was just a short while ago, and half of the blood in his body had already been drained. If Xiong Sans thought a little slower, he might have become a dried corpse!
“Looks like we can’t stop for a moment.” Xiong Sansi said in a low voice, his feet moving slightly as he tested the malice of this tree-lined path.
Hatushi came to her senses, breathing heavily for a few moments.
Now, he dared not relax. Dao Yuan surged within him, silver-white wings unfurling behind him... The Silver Feather, like a dagger, pointed towards the heavens, his demonic aura flaring.
The greatest distinction between demons and humans lies in their demon marks. However, not all demons' demon marks are visible at a glance, nor are all demons willing to reveal them.
But the distinction between demon and human races has never been a problem. Because there are demon cultivators who have demon energy, demon energy and human energy are fundamentally different.
The Yaozheng is the crown of the demon race, and it is also their scepter. It is a seal bestowed by heaven, and it is also where divine powers are manifested.
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Usually, the potential of a demon clan can be seen from his demonic aura.
Why does Yu Xin have a special status within the clan, and why is he called "Little Yu Zheng" It is because of his beautiful pair of wings, which resemble those of the legendary God Xiao, the ancestor of the yao zheng.
With a flash of silver wings, electric light danced around him. This moment of brilliance almost illuminated this dark forest path.
“It’s best we leave this place soon.” Hoshizora ran through the dazzling electric light, his voice serious. “Bear-san, we need to leave as fast as we can.”
Xiong Sans thought silently and chased after him, quickening his pace.
With silver wings spread, Xiaoyu Zhen arrived in the Shenxiao realm, feeling as if she had returned to her hometown. She flew confidently and chatted freely: "There are six paths in the forest, and they should all be equally difficult. The danger of any path is limited. Now the danger has concentrated in this area, so it will be much safer ahead. As long as we pass through quickly... Ah! Brother Xiong save me!!!"
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As Yu Xin zipped through the air with his electric wings, the surrounding trees suddenly rustled. Amidst a rustling sound, yellow leaves fell densely.
Deep in one's heart, there is a sentiment of unwillingness.
All living beings are unwilling to die, and plants in autumn are unwilling to wither.
Thus, a terrifying force arose.
Death is the greatest terror, and the power to resist death is the strongest instinct. This power was born in the land of the divine stomach, where even those withered leaves, at their edges, shone with a ghastly white gleam.
Leaves fluttering became steel forged a hundred times.
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Leaves in an instant flew like knives, carving through mysterious trajectories, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Before Hashizume stood thousands upon thousands, a dense multitude of Flying Leaf Blades. Each assumed a different pose, each displaying its deadly intent.
The esteemed Xiao Yuzhen of Mo Yun City, never uttering a sound until the moment of action. Standing still, his silver-white wings moved only once, and he was already within the encirclement of swords!
The threat of death looms again.
Yu Xin was shocked and dismayed, a halo of electricity swirling around him. He drew out a gleaming silver spear from his palm, whirling it so that the spearhead flickered, covering every inch of his body. Yet with every blow he received, he would retreat one step. Under the relentless barrage of the flying leaf blades, he was gradually forced down to the ground.
Luckily, Xiong San had arrived in time, his demonic energy rolling like waves through the forest. He stood before Yu Xin, a figure as imposing as a mountain.
As the dark robes tumbled, the narrow and sharp blade in his palm emitted a solemn ringing sound.
With each sound, the whirling blades of falling leaves surrounding them would be cleared in a large swathe. Though it was the clamor of steel, it resonated like a Buddhist chant.
Subdue all evil spirits, and let wickedness not encroach.
It is said—
"Hold! With! Nothing! Clear! Will! Settle! Mountains! And! Seas!"
If Yang Yu were here, he could hear the true words of this ancient and difficult mountain scripture. This is the seventh of the eight verses of the true words, a mantra for subduing external demons.
Bear Sansi, it's unknown where he learned it from, used true words as his blade, cutting out such a fearsome might.
After eight ringing strikes of the blade, Hashin found himself surrounded by nothing but emptiness. "Danger" had been cut away, the possibility of being cleaved limb from limb eliminated before it could even arise.
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He was shaken, looking around nervously, feeling unsafe everywhere. This broken road offered no good options: stopping wasn't safe, and walking fast or slow didn't help – every step was a potential pitfall, and he worried that other teams might seize the inheritance before him.
How could the distinguished Xiaoyu Zhen be in such a predicament in her own home
There’s a saying among humans: "Before great responsibility is bestowed, one must first be tested and endure hardship..." It should always be that after suffering comes sweetness!
Yushin, having a sudden inspiration, flapped his wings and rose high into the sky: “Brother Xiong, let's take to the skies!”
Bear Three thought nothing of it and simply followed after him, head bowed.
Two demons flew swiftly away from the forest. They soared high above, with the heavens above and the sea of trees below. Looking around, their vision was incredibly wide open, but they couldn't see any other roads or the end of the forest sea at all.
Only when you lower your head can you see the winding path you have traveled so hard. But where it begins, and where it ends, are both unclear. However, flying above this faint trail through the leaves, there is no fear of getting lost.
“I think I get it now! The divine transmission of the great ancestor Yu Tian shouldn't be held in heaven, should it” Yu Xin spread his wings and drew a graceful arc through the air. Compared to Xiong Sansi’s caution, he seemed much more carefree.
In the vast expanse of the sky, I felt a long-lost freedom, and my tone became light: "There are no trees or leaves in the sky, vines can't climb up either, there won't be anything else...
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“Huh” he frowned. “Why is straw falling from the sky”
Xiong Sansi furrowed his brows and raised his eyes, seeing stalks of withered yellow straw protruding from the high sky, drifting down in an eerie manner. This sight was quite strange; how could there be straw in the sky Where did it come from
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The Godly Emperor
Hachiman's tone also became cautious as he pondered, "These straw dolls won't turn into monsters, will they"
The words had not yet finished.
Those withered stalks of rice, they suddenly began to weave and dart about. It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating them, weaving some kind of life that defied the world...
It is called life because there is vitality radiating within the paths woven through the straw.
Why is it unacceptable to the world
During the process of weaving straw, a chilling ghostly wail echoed through the air. The gods mourned and ghosts wept, a sight that humanity could not bear to witness.
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The disembodied wails that rang out brought a sense of dread, but also seemed to give birth to something.
One by one, eerie scarecrows appeared.
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It's a straw man, not a straw demon, because it has popularity and no demonic energy.
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"Do not eat my corn kernels, and keep those evil birds away."
Straw man, straw man.
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Wearing sackcloth, tied with colorful ribbons.
It has no face, and no voice.
"Be silent and don't move!"
The scarecrows were thick as rain, and the white clouds seemed to be covered in a yellow haze.
The fluttering ribbons resembled battle flags, and the sewn eyes glistened with movement. The withered and gaunt hands were encircled by runes, each palm holding a weapon.
Or wield reeds as swords, or serrated grass as blades, or spiky grass as spears, or vines as whips.
All possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, even forming battle formations and charging into the air to attack these two demons!
Yu Xin tightened her grip on the spear, her expression wary: "These straw monsters...I wouldn't be surprised if..."
Xiong Sans thought for a moment and slapped him down: "Shut up!"
Fighting back, the blade slashes through the air. Now aloft in this sky, I stand against these straw monsters.
What a battle!
Straw flew everywhere, and the blade of the sword shone like a white rainbow.
Yu Xin plummeted several feet, narrowly avoiding the encirclement of several scarecrows. The silver spear reversed, and the wings flapped again, charging towards the sky.
Blades and gunshots flew chaotically through the air.
This bloody battle lasted for a full two hours.
At a certain moment, Xiong Sanshi, who had just broken through three enemy formations, was suddenly charged by a scarecrow! The gleaming serrated blade flashed and slashed across. Xiong Sanshi fell back and arched his body, narrowly dodging the attack.
But the mask was still broken. The two pieces fell to the ground, and his face, like a ravine-covered hill, was exposed without any cover.
Yu Xin's dancing figure with the spear froze for a moment,
After ten years of intersection, this was the first time he saw Xiong Sanshi's face.
What a dreadful face this is!
His face was covered in crisscrossing scars, the bloody flesh congealed into welts like furrows in a field. Not an inch of his skin remained intact, obscuring his true features completely.
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Tattoos on the face, monsters in the questions.
This is the origin of "silent face".
Even prisoners only stab a single character.
Bear, why did he come to this What crime did he commit
The unpleasant sound tore at his ears— "Not satisfactory at all!"
The black robe was ripped off, revealing a graceful figure with a wasp waist and ape arms! Xiong San brandished his narrow blade, resembling a free falcon more than Yu Xinxing. He charged back into the sky without any fear.
Yu Xin surrounded by electricity, facing the piercing wind, leaped high into the air.
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Ten years on, he found he still didn't understand Xiong Sanshi.
"What do you think Xiong San was like back then"
Like a spider holding a qin, she walks slowly.
Even the dim forest grew brighter with her presence.
“Where is the past now All those who knew him back then are gone.” Zhūzhēng said from the side.
The spider demon seemed thoughtful: "If there are monsters like this, then the Zi Wu Hills must have more than just one or two."
The Zhūzhēng also woke up: "You mean…"
If the Spider Deity were to decide, "The Tiger God must have a plan!"
The Heavenly Venerable's plans are beyond our interference. The Tianzhu Mother Goddess is currently gravely wounded...
“Brother, why be so self-deprecating Though this is a game played by the strategists, right now we are the ones fighting on the board. The outcome of the pieces can sometimes decide the fate of the whole game.” Zhulan lightly plucked her jade finger against the strings, erasing the hidden danger at the edge with a soft melody, and then spoke in a calm voice: “Even if we, as pawns, are trapped in this game, we cannot afford to retreat. But if we fail to understand the strategist's intentions…to be discarded from the board is only a matter of time.”
Zhu Zhen nodded, then thought of something again, "Do you think that Chai A Si might also be related to Zi Wu Qiu Ling"
"I haven't seen him," Zhu Lan shook her head. "Don't forget, he went to see Lu Qiang earlier this evening. Don't be fooled by their apparent indifference. Who knows if what they say is true or not"
"Indeed." Zhu Zhen agreed, "The hearts of demons are fickle; who is truly on whose side remains to be seen."
And what about you
"Hmm" Zhu Zhen raised her eyes and saw those bright, sparkling eyes. They were like a tranquil lake, gently gazing over.
After a dizzying flurry of changes, only three faces remained, gradually becoming clearer, each silent and still.
We are all fellow travelers, all in this mountain together.
He saw blood staining the pupils of She Gu Yu's eyes; behind Chai A Si lurked a shadow, within which there was an indistinct outline. Yu Xin’s handsome face glowed with jade-like brilliance, as if he were a god momentarily appearing in the world.
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Who are you with
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