Enshrinement as a God

If they were masters with a high level of insight into martial arts, they would surely be drooling at the sight of the Ten Thousand Sword Court that Xi Xibal was now displaying.

The peerless martial art that had caused the once brilliantly shining Qingcheng Sect to suffer to the point of losing its light.

Although it was not a complete form of the sword manual, the Ten Thousand Sword Court of the Ten Thousand Sword Master contained enough power to match the name of the martial art of the number one in the world in the past.

But fortunately, there was no one here who knew about the martial art of the Ten Thousand Sword Master that Xi Xibal had displayed.

Moreover, the subordinates who were lined up on both sides of Su Hu did not seem to have any intention of moving, whether Xi Xibal drew his sword or not.

However, they were also watching every single movement of Xi Xibal with curious eyes, not missing a single one.

The murderous magic contained in Su Hu's flicked finger was shot at Xi Xibal like a red ray of light and then collided with the sword blades that had spread out in a fan shape.

Pow!

As a thick ray of magic touched the rotating sword blades, it split into a dozen branches and pierced small holes in the surroundings.

Xi Xibal, as he was, caught one of the swords that had noticeably slowed down in the air and threw it at Su Hu.

Then, following the one flying sword blade, the other swords also began to follow it in a line.

The swords, which had rotated greatly around Su Hu in a flexible curve, hovered in his close vicinity and cut the wind.

At the sword cry that the swords were emitting, Su Hu looked down at Xi Xibal, who was concentrating on his martial arts with his head held high.

The martial art of the Ten Thousand Sword Master required a huge amount of mental power and internal energy.

Although Xi Xibal had displayed his martial arts for less than a moment, his whole body's energy was running out, and he had to grit his teeth.

"If you let us go like this, we will go back quietly."

Although he could not know what Su Hu's intention was in calling them, he could realize that it was at least not a favor.

Although he might lose the opportunity to witness the martial arts of Mo Guangdi due to this commotion, he had no intention of meeting a meaningless death here with Liu Yezhi.

Su Hu did not answer Xi Xibal's proposal.

Instead of an answer, he just silently raised one of his hands again.

Pow!

As unknown geometric patterns rose from Su Hu's arm, the swords that had been hovering around him were stuck in the ground.

Xi Xibal felt a momentary enormous pressure and staggered.

"H-how can this be?"

Although it was surprising that the master of the So family manor had such a strong martial art, Xi Xibal was more shocked by the fact that his Ten Thousand Sword Court had been subdued in one go.

This was because his pride in his rapid achievement and the Ten Thousand Sword Court, which was the martial art of the number one in the world, had been shattered without a trace.

"It's a wonderful skill. It's not a common thing to see such a promising light here."

It felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on him and his sword, and he felt a suffocating pressure.

Although Xi Xibal tried to gather his internal energy, he could not even control his own body, let alone the sword.

"What on earth do you want from me!"

"My mind has changed."

Su Hu had originally intended to kill Xi Xibal on the spot and to eliminate a threat that might arise in the future.

But seeing Xi Xibal's determined eyes, Su Hu's mind had changed.

Su Hu, as he was, spread his palm towards Xi Xibal and Liu Yezhi and then clenched it in one go.

Crack!

"Gah!"

With a creepy sound, the bodies of Xi Xibal and Liu Yezhi were unnaturally twisted.

The two vomited blood and fainted, but both did not fall to the floor and were floating in the air as if they were hanging on something, which was extremely strange.

"After this is over, I will take the time to adjust this boy. If he is completed, he will be of great help to us in the future."

"Yes, Lord."

If the Pojun star is with the Ziwei star, the Pojun star will make the Ziwei star fall and will shine on its own and will rise as the Ziwei star.

But if the fate of the Pojun star is reversed and twisted, its destructive power will flow out to the world, not to the Ziwei star.

As Su Hu's words ended, one of his subordinates turned into a black mist and began to surround Su Hu and Liu Yezhi.

"Red Sorcerer."

"Give me your command."

As Su Hu's words fell, a red energy descended from the sky, riding on the roof of the pavilion, and then changed into a human form.

The Red Sorcerer, who was wearing a red robe, prostrated himself and waited for Su Hu's words.

"What happened to my order to kill the Black Qilin?"

"The young master has not yet..."

"If he recovers, he may affect Jeshin in the future. Moreover, since he is a person who knows of our existence, he must never be left alive."

"The Black Qilin is already in a state of suspended animation. It is unlikely that he will wake up."

"Never be hasty until his soul flies to the Sealing God Platform."

Su Hu looked up at the ceiling.

Although the sky was not visible because it was blocked by the ceiling, they all felt it.

That a huge net to harvest them was spread over their heads.

'How dare you...'

It was their job to harvest human souls. But to have their souls harvested by such humans was truly absurd.

Su Hu, realizing the identity of the ominous power that he had felt in the Hermit's Valley, felt a great sense of humiliation.

If these people were to aim for them, they would dye the Central Plains with blood in return.

And when the unbearable souls were sucked into the Sealing God Platform, it would be enough to lead all their forces and to go back to the Hermit's Valley and to seize the Sealing God Platform.

If his hand were to touch the tower where the souls of intense power were gathered, he would be able to use a power as great as his master in the past...

He intended to dye this disgusting land with blood and to tear the sky and to open a gate to the original world.

If that happened, he would be reborn as a demon god who drank tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of souls and would become a supreme and immortal being.

"If you fail to deal with Wen Zhong by the end of the great event, you, Red Sorcerer, will cut Wen Zhong's life."

"Yes."

Although the security was tight, if he could infiltrate Wen Zhong's residence by taking advantage of the commotion, it would be as easy as twisting a child's wrist to take the life of the unconscious Wen Zhong.

"What about the human named Mo Guangdi?"

"He has... a great power."

"He will be the most excellent trophy as a harbinger of my era."

Su Hu was also a belligerent warrior who craved blood.

Although he could not move recklessly when his hands and feet were tied in the Hermit's Valley, the desire to compete with a great enemy was always boiling in the depths of his heart.

"Xiang, Tang."

"Yes, Father."

"Yes, Father."

The two women who were by Su Hu's side answered in a low voice.

"You will now go to Daji and assist her."

"I will obey your command."

"Can't I... go back?"

Unlike Tang, who willingly accepted the order, the second daughter, Xiang, was reluctant to go to Daji's side.

Su Hu looked at Xiang with displeasure and then lightly waved his hand.

Disapproval.

Without any further insubordination, Xiang quietly withdrew.

"It's starting now."

Starting with the Black Contemplation Fortress, the world he wanted would unfold.

Moreover, since he had even received a big gift that he had not expected, Su Hu's joy was truly doubled.

"Yes, Lord."

Su Hu's subordinates also let out a voice of longing with an excited look.

However, Xiang, who was standing on Su Hu's right, was biting her lower lip and was staring at the place where Xi Xibal and Liu Yezhi had been kidnapped.

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"Oh!"

Jiang Ziya, seeing the huge river that was spread out before his eyes, let out a sincere exclamation of admiration.

The Middle River.

Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang, who had set out on a journey to return to Mount Qingcheng, where the Sichuan Alliance was located, had chosen the waterway through the Middle River to go to Mount Qingcheng, unlike until now, when they had been hiking in the mountains.

Jiang Ziya, who had never seen such a huge river before, could not hide his excitement, looking at the Middle River with a very excited expression.

"A person who enjoys fishing so much is acting as if he has seen a river for the first time."

"It's because I've only lived in the mountains until now. I've only heard stories, but this is the first time I've seen such a big river."

Jiang Ziya, with a child-like excited face, imagined the beginning and end of the Middle River.

"Then you must have never seen the sea either?"

"Well... I know it's bigger than here, but..."

"If you have a chance next time, see the sea."

"Together?"

Xi Xichang stopped her steps as she was walking to find a village with a pier.

"Is there a reason for us to continue to be together after we finish our work at the Sichuan Alliance?"

"I don't know."

"There won't be."

Xi Xichang, as she was, left Jiang Ziya and hurried her steps one step ahead.

Just because the pursuit of the Tang Clan's martial artists had been cut off, it did not mean that they could be completely relieved.

This place, as a village that had its base on the Middle River, was a place where all kinds of fish and people were gathered.

As Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang entered the village and were passing by the pier, it seemed that people's gazes were strangely focused on them.

Xi Xichang was able to find out the reason soon after.

"Hey, scholar."

"Me?"

Jiang Ziya, when a stranger suddenly called him and stopped him, stopped his steps, bewildered.

"Is there another scholar here besides you? The fishing rod you are carrying on your shoulder looks very excellent."

"Ah... right?"

Jiang Ziya also felt the gazes pouring in from the village and did not let his guard down.

In the pier village, there were people who were trying to rent a boat or to take a regular boat to ride the river, but there were also many merchants who were doing trade and fishermen who were enjoying fishing on a fishing boat.

In front of them, a scholar was carrying an excellent fishing rod, so it was natural that he would stand out.

After a man with a greedy look approached, people began to flock to Jiang Ziya as if a dam had burst.

Merchants and fishermen began to greedily aim for the Tonglin that Jiang Ziya had, for their own purposes.

"Hey, do you have any intention of selling that to me?"

"Where did you get it?"

"Oh... this is a waste of a good thing..."

Jiang Ziya had to push through the people who were flocking to him in a daze.

"This is not for sale."

If they were people with hostility, it would be enough to display his martial arts, but since they were treating Jiang Ziya with greed rather than hostility, it was not easy to judge how to shake them off.

Jiang Ziya's words were buried in the voices they were chattering about and were not heard.

Clang!

Just as Jiang Ziya was in a difficult situation, the commotion stopped in an instant with the sharp sound of a sword being drawn.

"What are you doing now?"

Xi Xichang, who had quieted the scene by drawing her sword in one go, gave Jiang Ziya a scolding.

If their attention were to be focused on such a thing, it would not be beneficial to their journey.

This was because it was still near Chengdu and was within the sphere of influence of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

"Ahem... this is not for sale."

Jiang Ziya, after receiving Xi Xichang's help, let out a light cough in embarrassment and hurriedly followed her to find an inn.

They, who were exhausted from the long hike, planned to stay at an inn for one night and then to take a regular boat the next day and to head to Mount Qingcheng through the Middle River.

"Tsk... a guy who doesn't even look like he has money has something like that..."

"The girl next to him is also pretty, so he might be a gigolo."

"Hmph!"

The people who had been looking at the Tonglin that Jiang Ziya was carrying on his back with greedy eyes began to scatter, each muttering a word.

And among them, an old man who was wearing a bamboo hat deeply pressed down was carefully watching the distant Jiang Ziya with his sparkling eyes.

(End of Chapter)