The flames of hatred could blind a person's rationality.
Kurahashi Miyoshi, who had lost her son, showed an aura that was not something that someone like her, whose strength had already begun to decline, could show.
However, the price she had to pay would be heavy.
Her face, which originally didn't have many wrinkles, quickly shriveled up like dried tree bark.
Her body also became a bit hunched.
However, the flames of revenge in her eyes burned brighter and brighter.
The blood-colored runes began to condense, forming a sharp sword that shot into the sky. Then, it exploded in midair, turning into countless spikes that enveloped Eight-cloud Ink.
Eight-cloud Ink, who quickly hid in a crack, dodged the attack of the spikes. When she reappeared, she was already standing on a lamp post on the other side of the street.
Eight-cloud Ink, who was standing on the lamp post, raised her right hand and pointed the tip of the umbrella at the crowd below. A violent shockwave exploded, blowing all the Yin-Yang Masters away.
At the same time, the demon paper needles mixed in the shockwave quickly pierced through the bodies of countless Yin-Yang Masters.
Countless fresh blood bloomed in the air, creating a beautiful scene that disappeared in a flash.
Then, there were screams all over the ground.
Although no one died immediately, if they weren't treated in time, not many of these Yin-Yang Masters would survive.
"Don't come any closer!"
Her eyes flashed with killing intent as she glanced at all the Yin-Yang Masters. The crack behind her was a blooming lily.
"Cough cough … Let's, let's retreat first …"
Dasan Amami, who was supported by two of his subordinates, gave the order with difficulty.
After Kurahashi Haruji's death, he had become the highest official in the Yin-Yang Hall.
Hearing the order to retreat, the Yin-Yang Masters, who had lost their will to fight, all sighed in relief and hurriedly retreated.
Several Yin-Yang Masters found the unwilling Kurahashi Miyo and the high ponytailed girl, Kurahashi Kyoko, and forcibly took them away, afraid that they would do something to anger Eight-cloud Ink.
After the Yin-Yang Masters retreated, the street returned to silence.
Eight-cloud Ink looked up at the crumbling Yin-Yang School building in front of her.
There were still many Yin-Yang Master students and teachers hiding in the building.
However, that didn't matter.
He was just curious as to why there were so many barriers around this building, so he decided to come and take a look. However, he didn't expect to be ambushed by the Yin Yang Masters.
After such a battle, Eight-cloud Ink immediately lost interest in the Yin Yang School after learning that it was here.
In the end, it was just a derivative of the Yeguang School left behind by Yeguang.
It was merely an organization responsible for teaching Yin Yang techniques and training Yin Yang Masters.
Thinking about it, after today's battle, the Yin Yang School building's foundation, which had been severely damaged, should be completely scrapped.
Jumping back to the ground, Eight-cloud Ink opened her parasol and left leisurely.
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Ever since he caught a glimpse of the Lord of Mount Tai's divinity, Eight-cloud Ink had been trying to find other things related to divinity in this world.
Unfortunately, after visiting many places, he still found nothing.
In the end, Eight-cloud Ink felt bored and built a courtyard that was almost identical to the House of the Lost in a rural town. She settled down there and waited for the absorption of Fantasy Power to be completed.
Cui Zi's waking time in Eight-cloud Ink's mind became shorter and shorter. After Eight-cloud Ink took the initiative to cut off the Fantasy Sapling's supply to her, Cui Zi, whose soul couldn't be replenished, saw her own death.
However, she didn't do anything extreme. She just quietly slept in Eight-cloud Ink's mind, as if she had accepted everything.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
On this day.
The plum blossoms that bloomed in winter decorated the seemingly monotonous world.
Under the plum blossom tree, there was a moon-white velvet blanket.
Eight-cloud Ink sat on the blanket, wearing a black Daoist robe that complemented the moon-white velvet blanket.
In front of her was a short table with a zither on it.
In the incense burner next to her, bursts of sandalwood made people sleepy.
Her fingers danced as she plucked the zither strings, creating a melodious zither sound.
An unknown bird landed on Eight-cloud Ink's shoulder, tilting its head and curiously looking at her white jade-like face.
A talisman fell from the sky and lightly landed in front of Eight-cloud Ink.
Then, a sound came from the talisman.
"Little brother, you're in a good mood."
Eight-cloud Ink glanced at the talisman indifferently and pressed her hands on the zither strings.
The zither sound came to an abrupt end.
"What business do you have with a wandering ghost like you today?"
"Haha … Little brother, you're still as impolite as always."
A flame suddenly appeared on the talisman, and the flame began to condense in the air. Finally, a corpse-like old man appeared in Eight-cloud Ink's courtyard.
The old man wore a suit and a pair of blood-red sunglasses.
Unlike his old appearance, the old man's voice sounded quite young.
Douman Ashiya, an old man who was rumored to have a deep relationship with Seimei Anpei.
He was called Master Daomo by Onmyojis, but he was actually a Desolate Spirit.
This was also why Eight-cloud Ink called him a wandering ghost.
He first met Douman Ashiya when he was traveling around Eight-cloud Ink.
In fact, it was this Desolate Spirit that came to him.
Douman Ashiya, who pursued the path of Yin Yang wholeheartedly, was naturally interested in a monster like Eight-cloud Ink.
After seeing Yakumo Ink, Douman Ashiya very straightforwardly made his request.
He wanted to fight against Eight-cloud Ink, just to pursue his own path of Yin Yang.
To Eight-cloud Ink, such a person was much more likable than the other Onmyojis.
So Eight-cloud Ink gave him a good beating.
Douman Ashiya, who was almost beaten to the point of having his soul dissipated, didn't hold a grudge, and instead came to find him every few days.
Douman Ashiya was finally satisfied after losing 18 times in a row.
"I say, are you a masochist? You like to be abused … "
After defeating Douman Ashiya for the 18th time, Eight-cloud Ink raised its eyebrows and looked at Douman Ashiya, who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Hahaha, I'm just walking my own path. The existence of a monster like little brother makes me very happy!" This was Douman Ashiya's answer at that time.
"But this should be the last time. After this period of challenges, I've found a new direction to move forward. This is really delightful!"
Looking at Douman Ashiya, Eight-cloud Ink sighed.
"I always feel that a guy like you would be surprisingly compatible with Son of Heaven …"
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"You want to fight again? Didn't you say last time was the last time? "
Eight-cloud Ink picked up the black tea on the low table and sipped it.
Douman Ashiya sat across from Eight-cloud Ink without any hesitation.
"That's not it. It's just that after meeting little brother, I feel that playing with those little ghosts is really boring."
The little ghosts that Douman Ashiya mentioned were the Yin-Yang Masters of the Yin-Yang Hall.
"I'm sorry that I accidentally made you lose an interest."
Eight-cloud Ink rolled its eyes.
"But you better find something else to do to pass the time."
"Oh? Little brother, why do you say that? "
Eight-cloud Ink raised his head and looked at the sky.
A plum blossom petal fell into the teacup in his hand, creating ripples on the surface of the water.
"I don't have much time left in this world. Soon, I'll have to go back to where I belong."
Douman Ashiya wasn't surprised by Eight-cloud Ink's words.
At his level, it was easy for him to determine the fact that "Eight-cloud Ink doesn't belong to this world."
"Haha, then before I leave, how about another round with this old man?"
"No need …"
"Speaking of which, the little guys in the Yin-Yang Hall wanted to awaken their Luminous Light in order to deal with you."
Douman Ashiya laughed.
"I'm looking forward to their expressions when their plan fails."
Eight-cloud Ink raised his eyebrows.
"Luminous Light?"
Then, as if thinking of something, Eight-cloud Ink pursed his lips and smiled.
"It seems that everyone thinks that little girl from the Tsuchimikado family is the reincarnation of Luminous Light, right?"
"Hmm?"
Douman Ashiya frowned.
"Could it be wrong?"
"Of course it's wrong." There was a smile in Yakumo's eyes. "That little girl's talent is not bad at most, but there are no traces of reincarnation in her body. However, that little shikigami beside her seems to have been sealed by some kind of seal."
"Well …"
Putting down the black tea, Eight-cloud Ink looked at Douman Ashiya.
"… Just take this news as a parting gift."
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