"No!" The weaker warrior's soul had already been devoured. What was left was the face of a middle-aged man who was tenaciously resisting.
"Ueno Shinosuke?" Pei Zi Yun looked at it and realized that it was the strongest warrior recorded in the Jin Chuan Shrine – Ueno Shinosuke.
Because of the inheritance ceremony, the Jin Chuan Shrine had given Pei Zi Yun a high level of authority. He could access most of the records. Pei Zi Yun naturally would not waste this opportunity and read through everything he could.
Among the documents, Pei Zi Yun remembered that there were a few that recorded all the warriors of the Jin Chuan Shrine since its establishment.
In the Jin Chuan Shrine, Ueno Shinosuke was ranked second. According to the records, Ueno Shinosuke was not only a warrior, he was also a famous swordsman.
His most glorious achievement was killing seven warriors from other shrines by himself. But after Ueno Shinosuke's death, the Jin Chuan Shrine rarely produced such a person.
The statue's face was cold as it looked straight into Pei Zi Yun's eyes. Suddenly, it drew its blade. The moment the blade was drawn, it sped up and slashed downwards. It was as if there was a flash of lightning in the air.
Pei Zi Yun saw the cold light and knew that the tip of the blade was about to pierce his chest. This was a powerful strike. Whether it was speed, strength, or technique, the blade technique had reached an unimaginable level.
"Sword Drawing Technique?"
"This strike is at the level of a master."
In Pei Zi Yun's senses, he could see everything clearly. He pointed his wooden blade forward, and heard three "ding ding ding" sounds. Each strike landed on the side of the statue, and the sound of metal clashing against metal could be heard. It was clear and melodious, and the statue's killing blow was deflected.
"Although the Sword Drawing Technique has its own way of doing things, it only combines the attack and the drawing of the blade. The creator of this technique, Gotou Kensuke, was killed by an expert. His blade technique was weak, and his strength was weak. He came up with this technique for revenge.
"Although it is said that the weak can defeat the strong, it is actually a trick."
"As long as one is prepared, the technique itself is worthless. I have never heard of an expert dying from the Sword Drawing Technique." Pei Zi Yun said plainly.
The deity statue did not respond at all. Without any hesitation, it turned its wrist naturally, and the slanted blade turned. The cold light almost condensed into a crescent moon as it struck the main artery on the neck. It was extremely exquisite.
"Good. The shape of the clouds, the change of the wind. Perhaps there is nothing to think about." Seeing the blade techniques displayed by the statue, Pei Zi Yun could not help but praise it in his heart, 'Indeed, all blade techniques are the same.'
To Pei Zi Yun, the path of martial arts was a process of simplifying from complexity to simplicity. In the beginning, there were hundreds and thousands of techniques, but when he reached the level of a grandmaster, he would realize that all the sword techniques and blade techniques were compatible with each other. There was no such thing as a unique technique.
The Shape of Clouds, the Change of the Wind, and the Thoughtless Mind were the highest attainments of the Shen family's Thirty-Seven Styles. It was impossible for the statue to know, but this blade seemed to have the same essence, which was proof.
If it was miraculous, there was nothing to learn. There was nothing else to learn.
Pei Zi Yun leaned forward as the blade of the statue brushed past his neck. At this point, the tip of the blade lowered and slashed towards Pei Zi Yun's shoulder.
This saber fell like a waterfall. It was not fatal, but if one was hit by it, they would be injured, and if they were injured, they would naturally be weakened.
The so-called killing with one strike was not just nonsense for Grandmaster experts, they were also amateurs.
The statue that had possessed Deep Matsu Mitsuki became an elite warrior in an instant.
"Indeed, you give your strength, and you reap the rewards. The warriors of the past will become a part of you!" Pei Zi Yun saw this and understood. He was not angry at all.
After joining an organization, one would be promoted by the organization. Naturally, one would die for the organization.
The military was even more typical.
Every organization was like this. The company was just a little more lenient, and only took the money. However, the company did not give much. The actions of the deities were just and honorable. What was there to be angry about?
To gain strength, to give up one's life. This was the law of the world.
"It's just that I have the physical body, the soul of the warriors of the past, and my blade techniques have reached the level of a grandmaster. This is far from enough!" Pei Zi Yun lowered his head slightly and tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. Not only did he avoid the blade, but he also rushed to the side of the statue.
In an instant, every muscle on the statue's body was pierced through. The wooden blade flashed. There was no pattern to it, but it was just right. With a "pu" sound, a wound appeared on the shoulder of the statue. Blood splattered in the air, and it looked terrifying.
"Die …" The statue did not advance, but instead retreated. The blade turned, and with this turn, it retracted its spine, shifted its center of gravity, and counterattacked.
"Returning Swallow Slash!" This was the ultimate technique of blade techniques. It used the strength of the back, tendons, and muscles, as well as the momentum, to execute the fastest slash.
This technique was not created by the Makawa Shrine, but by the warriors of Gojō Ryozo. Although the name was ordinary, it showed the talent and understanding of the blade.
This technique could cut down a flying swallow.
"Returning Swallow Slash!" Almost at the same time, Pei Zi Yun did the exact same thing. A circular arc sliced through the air. It was based on the principles of nature, adapting to the situation, and reacting naturally to the enemy's movements.
The two figures intersected, and Pei Zi Yun's face darkened. He saw that the statue had been sliced open, but it did not cut through his skin. Instead, the blade pierced through his flesh, leaving only a white mark.
Fukamatsu Mitsuki, who had been possessed by the statue, was in an even worse state. Her chest had been sliced open, and fresh blood was spurting out.
At this point, Fukamatsu Mitsuki seemed to have woken up. She could feel the wounds all over her body, and endured the pain. She shouted at Pei Zi Yun, "Yamada-kun, save me!"
"I'm just an ordinary reporter, and I came here by accident. Please, save me!"
As she spoke, Fukamatsu Mitsuki wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Hmph, trying to trick me!" Pei Zi Yun's wooden blade flashed, and the cold light pierced through Fukamatsu Mitsuki's forehead. There was a "pu" sound, and blood spurted out from the back of her head. The wooden blade had pierced through her head, and a large hole had appeared, with the tip of the blade sticking out from the back.
"How … How did I die …" Fukamatsu Mitsuki screamed in pain. If one listened closely, they would hear the screams. Her body trembled, and she fell to the ground, spitting out these words. Even in death, she could not believe that she had been killed.
After killing Fukamatsu Mitsuki, the entire hall fell silent. Pei Zi Yun stared at the corpse and said, "Why, why aren't you coming out?"
The corpse did not move.
"Idiot, a deity is a spiritual body. The corpse's death does not mean that the deity is dead. But what happened just now must have hurt you, right?"
"This is a demon's blade, and it has the power to kill spiritual bodies. Furthermore, it has my own strength."
As he spoke, the corpse still did not move.
"Still not moving? Do you really think I'm tricking you? Then go to hell! " Pei Zi Yun's wooden blade flashed, and a "pu" sound was heard as it pierced through the corpse. The corpse screamed in pain, and a puff of bloody smoke came out of the wound. This bloody smoke was very strange. It was white with a hint of blood, and had a hint of black Qi. As soon as it came out, it floated towards the exit, trying to escape.
However, Pei Zi Yun did not let his guard down. In a flash, he appeared in front of the smoke, blocking its path.
Seeing that Pei Zi Yun was nearing, the blood smoke screamed out, "You cannot kill me, you cannot kill me, I am the foundation of this shrine!"
"Kill me, and the Jin River Shrine will collapse!"
"Too late." Pei Zi Yun slashed down with his blade, and the blood smoke was split into two. It let out a long cry, and with a loud bang, it was split into four parts.
"No!"
Three of the blood smoke disappeared, and the last one was still with a ferocious face. It was unwillingly sucked in. When the blood smoke disappeared, the shrine shook violently.
However, the tremors subsided quickly. Following which, the surroundings darkened for a moment before turning bright again. Pei Zi Yun looked around and saw that he was in a secret room.
In front of him was a corridor made of stone. Pei Zi Yun took a step forward and saw that the end of the corridor was a flight of stairs. If he walked up, he would reach the main hall.
The main hall was about a hundred square meters, and was not as dark as the secret room. There was a faint light coming from it, and it was different from the previous hall. It was empty inside, and there were no statues. There was only a Divine Body (Imperial Spirit Substitute), but it was just a symbol.
Pei Zi Yun took a look, pushed the door open, and walked out of the main hall.
"Ah, Yamada-kun, you're out?" It was a young man outside. His attitude and tone were respectful, and he had a puzzled expression on his face.
Didn't they say that he would only come out in the wee hours?
It was still midnight.
"Please wait a moment, and rest on the opposite side. I will call someone over. What do you think?" The young man said as he led Pei Zi Yun into a room.
There was a huge window, and he could see the trees by the side of the path. The moonlight shone through the window, and he turned on the lights, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please have some tea."
The young man placed the black tea on the table and left. Before long, voices could be heard from outside, and lights were lit up.
Soon after, his henchmen rushed over.
With just one look, the two of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Ogasawara Hidebo and Kishiyama Atsushi greet Yamada-kun."
Actually, according to the ancient customs, this was a little inappropriate, and not very respectful. However, this was a democratic society, and they could not be too harsh.
Behind the two of them, the witches and samurai knelt down as well.
"Eh, they've recognized me so quickly. Is there a way to tell?" Pei Zi Yun thought as he lowered his head and asked.
"Yamada-kun, you must be joking. You've already received the blessing of the gods, and we can all feel it." Ogasawara Hidebo kowtowed and looked around. Someone handed him a bottle of wine, and he poured it for Pei Zi Yun respectfully, "Yamada-kun, I am the president of the Ishimaru Shrine. I will need your support in the future, and I hope you will take care of me."
"Yamada-kun!" Kishiyama Atsushi took the wine and handed it to him, "I'll be in charge of contacting the devotees of the shrine. Please instruct me."
This was the rule. Pei Zi Yun took the wine and drank it. He then asked, "I've heard that Qinsheng's family is in charge of managing the shrine. Where are they now?"
The two of them looked at each other, feeling a little strange. Qinsheng was in charge of managing the shrine, and was in fact the leader of the three henchmen. He had the most resources in the shrine.
He was here just now, so why wasn't he here yet?
At this point, someone ran over in a panic and shouted, "Not good, Mr Qinsheng and his son are dead!"
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