Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 569 Pigskin Mask
Ye Qing displayed the magical power of "shrinking the earth to an inch and making the world within reach". Not only did he himself reach an infinite speed, but Chu Xian beside him also seemed to be riding on a high-speed train.

It's only a distance of forty or fifty kilometers, which is no big deal.

Chu Xian was so curious about this magical power of traveling. It was beyond her imagination. Looking at the white clouds above her head and the earth below her feet passing by quickly, she couldn't help but start to daydream.

It was the master who was displaying this magical power, but looking at him, he seemed to be just taking a leisurely walk. What would happen if he suddenly stopped?
Thinking of this, she calculated the speed of the high-speed train. If she stopped and her master was moving quickly, wouldn't it be...
At this point, Chu Xian didn't dare to think any further and hurriedly followed Ye Qing step by step, even learning all the strides and speeds exactly, for fear that he would be abandoned on the road if he was not careful!
The 40-kilometer journey ended in a flash, and ahead was a bustling town where the Asakusa Shrine was located.

The magical power of "shrinking the earth to an inch and making the world within reach" has a flaw. It is difficult to use in places with many buildings, and it is also difficult to use in places with many people - because it is too fast and whoever it hits will die.

Ye Qing has no hatred towards this generation of ordinary Japanese people, nor will they have any vested interests in the relationship, so there is no need for him to do anything immoral.

If you really want to be evil, there is no need to go through so much trouble. You can just wipe them all out directly.

After retracting their magical powers, the master and servant followed the crowd into the city like ordinary tourists.

There are quite a lot of tourists in the city, it is prosperous and lively, and they are all heading in one direction.

Chu Xian looked a little puzzled: Isn’t that the direction of Asakusa Shrine?

At this time, a tourist who happened to come by asked a local vendor about this question.

The vendor smiled and replied, "Customer, you have come at a good time. Asakusa Shrine is a sacred place for practitioners. It only receives tourists one day every three years. But today is an exception!"

Upon hearing the news, the tourists were extremely surprised: "Great, great, that's the legendary holy land. I've never been there in my life. This time, my luck is unstoppable!"

Ye Qing and his companion were surrounded by a huge crowd and walked slowly. In less than a quarter of an hour, they arrived at their destination, the Asakusa Shrine.

This shrine is not new, at least a thousand years old, and its ancient flavor is permeated with a bit of evil - Ye Qing knows that it is the breath left by strange creatures from outer space. It has been worshipped for countless years and must have some impact on the environment.

There are many such shrines, and naturally there are many such "evil artifacts". Over a long period of more than a thousand years, they have slowly distorted the character of the Japanese people.

The shrine is large and can accommodate a large number of tourists.

More than a dozen good-looking tour guides patiently told tourists the legend of this shrine.

It’s no wonder that after such a long time, there are quite a few stories left here.

Ye Qing and his servant are not historians, and they are not interested in any anecdotes that are of no benefit to them.

Chu Xian had sharp eyes. He suddenly stood on tiptoe, pulled Ye Qing and said, "Master, there seems to be a mask enshrined in the hall over there."

The top-secret information she obtained stated: The sacred artifact of Asakusa Shrine is a mask!
It can't be such a coincidence, right?

The master and servant pushed their way through the crowd and entered the hall.

In the exquisite and bright glass cabinet, there is indeed an antique mask. It is impossible to tell what the mask is made of, but it doesn't look like a human face. It is strange and evil, and it seems to be flowing with magic, making people want to take it for themselves at the first sight.

At this time, the beautiful tour guide next to the cupboard talked eloquently, explaining the origin of the mask.

"My friends, this is the legendary heirloom of the Asakusa Shrine - the Kappa Mask. According to the local legend on Kagoshima, whoever obtains this mask will be able to obtain all the power of the Kappa, which is comparable to the power of gods and demons!"

"Of course, there is more than one legend. Another legend is that whoever is liked by this mask can share the Kappa's magic. A thousand years ago, this was called the Kappa's curse, but in modern times, people call it the Kappa's blessing."

I have to say that the female tour guide was very eloquent. Her words greatly aroused the curiosity of the tourists, and they all crowded towards the cupboard, wanting to be the first to see the details of this legendary object and the illusory blessing of the kappa.

Only the local Japanese who were mixed in the crowd had unusual expressions. When they looked at the mask, their faces were full of solemnity and seriousness, as if they were worshipping the supreme gods.

Some of the old men kept muttering to themselves: "That's true, those legends are true."

Taking advantage of this extremely rare opportunity, their purpose in coming here is naturally to gain the favor of the mask, but the possibility of that is too low.

Listening to the female tour guide's explanation and carefully observing the Japanese people's reactions, Chu Xian instantly came to a conclusion.

She said excitedly in a low voice: "Master, this is most likely the artifact mask, let's take it away!"

"Fake." Ye Qing just glanced at it and said lightly.

Chu Xian said puzzledly: "But there is really a magical power flowing there, I shouldn't be sensing it wrong."

"It's an inferior toy made from the skin of a low-level monster. There's a bit of monster power on it, but this monster is very weak and doesn't even have a hundred years of cultivation." Ye Qing explained calmly.

"That's a pig demon. It's not a real monster. It's a pig that has been kept in a pigsty for more than a hundred years and fed in a special way to give birth to a trace of demonic power. The skin of that pig can be used to make at least ten masks like this."

"Damn it, how dare he deceive us!" Chu Xian was very smart and realized what was happening immediately. He said angrily, "The owner of the shrine must be afraid of your revenge, so he put this fake mask here. He hopes that you will think that he is leaving with the real artifact. That guy is so cunning!"

While the two were talking, a wealthy man from Japan came into the hall and said he wanted to buy the magical mask, no matter how much the price was.

Before the tour guide could refuse, the Japanese people in the hall became angry, beat up the tycoon and his bodyguards, and threw them out.

After the farce was over, Ye Qing did not stay any longer and slowly walked out of the palace gate.

When passing by a fountain, he raised his hand and grabbed a middle-aged Japanese man from the crowd - his toes suddenly lifted half a foot off the ground, and with a "whoosh", he was suddenly pulled here from hundreds of meters away!
The middle-aged man looked nervous, his eyes full of fear. Even though his whole body was floating half a foot off the ground, he did not shout or scream in panic.

He just kept begging for mercy: "Master cultivator, I don't know how I have offended you. I hope you can spare my life. I will be very grateful."

Ye Qing said coldly: "Since entering the shrine, you have looked at me twenty-seven times. There is no need to explain. I just want to know where the owner of this shrine is hiding?"

(End of this chapter)