Beichen Sword Sect's Headmaster's Secret Records

Chapter 417 Weiyuan
After sending the two troublemakers away, Chen Xuantian practiced his skills alone at the Cangtian Base.

Well, given the current situation, there's no use in being anxious. The Xuan Du Grandmaster storyline is deadlocked no matter how you look at it, and Chen Xuantian is also out of options now. He should just practice his skills and calm down for now.

What kind of skill? Blood Jade Divine Skill, Blood God Lord's Great Dao Body, Blood Demon Overlord Body Skill, call it whatever you like, since it's essentially the same thing as the God Lord's system.

Of course, although the current progress of the string is 57%, which represents 57 times of strengthening of the primordial spirit through death and rebirth, Chen Xuantian can now easily turn his two younger brothers into ashes with a single Soul-Splitting Strike, and he truly deserves to be called the strongest on Earth.

But the key issue is not how to practice this skill, but why it can be mastered.

Yes, the Blood Talisman Divine Art could be cultivated in the mortal world before, but it required a large amount of Blood Coins, making the efficiency still quite pathetic. Moreover, Chen Xuantian had also calculated that, given the pitiful soul exchange rate of Earthlings, even slaughtering the entire Earth might not be enough to support a Blood River God Transformation cultivator.

However, judging from the way his two younger brothers knelt, bowed, sang, and danced just now, Chen Xuantian has truly mastered the Blood God's Great Dao Body.

This was clearly not something that could be achieved by eating beef, so after much thought, we must thank the Sixth Team of the Azure Sky for this success.

Yes, this time, apart from Chen Xuantian, all eighteen members of the Cangtian Sixth Team were wiped out. It was because they were on the same channel as Chen Xuantian that they heard some noise and were cooked to death in their dreams, becoming necessary sacrifices for humanity's exploration of the unknown.

It was precisely because of this that Chen Xuantian discovered that their remaining flesh and blood could respond to the call of the Blood Jade Divine Art, just as the Blood Demon of the Divine Cult used the sea of ​​blood to reshape his Dao body, and Chen Xuantian used it to restore his original body.

So, in the past, whenever the test subjects went berserk and were killed, Black Sword would grow stronger.

So, if, as Xuandu did in the Taixu Palace, a group of people were specifically chosen, their consciousness was cast into the endless abyss, and their physical bodies were used as containers, like fishing, to catch the indescribable beings in the darkness. Then, they were killed and eaten. Could this also be considered a rare treasure, a shortcut to cultivating and attaining enlightenment?

Well, Chen Xuantian was just thinking about it. After all, he knew from his several failed attempts that the Void Abyss contained all sorts of random things. If you caught a small fish or shrimp, you could eat it yourself, but if you caught a shark or a giant whale, it would be its turn to eat you...

"Fang Su Zeng Liu, get ready, we're going on a mission."

Then Xin Su pushed open the dormitory door, interrupting his seclusion.

"On a mission?"

Chen Xuantian didn't expect that he could still go on a mission after his entire team was wiped out. Shouldn't they arrange for a psychologist or something to help him with his psychological trauma?

Xin Su tossed the file folder to him in an annoyed manner.
"A psychologist? Do you think we're filming a TV drama? We're at war, okay?"

Get ready, I'm going on a business trip to Ashihara.

"Business trip? Or to Ashihara?"

Antares nodded.

"The assassination mission has been sabotaged; someone has defected with classified information."

Chen Xuantian was speechless.
"Hey, you know I'm the classified project itself, right?"

Heart sighed.

"You think I wanted to send you there? But Weiyuan originally belonged to the war zone assigned to the Cangtian Base."

Now that you're the only one left in Team Six, if you don't go, who will? Besides, why can't we send you?

In short, just like last time, let's finish this quickly.

Well, it's not like I've only been on business trips abroad once or twice.

So Chen Xuantian took Liu Xiaoliu's passport, put on thick-rimmed glasses, wore a bandit king T-shirt, and PONY headphones, disguising himself as an innocent and kind college nerd, and mingled with the tour group, his purpose being to buy grain.

In short, the Land of Ashihara is a Confederate allied power, which, in the words of the locals, is "the enemy on the other side of the sea," and a war is inevitable in the future.

To put it more clearly, Chen Xuantian's 'flying sword' nuclear trigger will eventually be deployed to the enemy's front lines, wandering the earth like a ghost, whispering through quantum communication to summon tons of stars in orbit to crash down on the earth, burning the reed plain to ashes and turning it into scorched earth.

So although this time it wasn't the border, but rather a direct incursion into the other side's territory, which was indeed a bit risky, after weighing the options, the higher-ups still agreed to send him to the battlefield to verify the reliability of the weapons.

Incidentally, it might also be an internal fishing operation. After all, what kind of key classified project can this be now? It's been turned into a public toilet, where anyone can come and go as they please. Isn't that ridiculous?!

Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. In short, it's good that the subordinates follow the rules.

Having successfully arrived at Weiyuan International Airport, Chen Xuantian planned to take a taxi to the rendezvous point to pick up equipment, and then directly raid the target's safe house.

"Plans have changed. Do not leave the airport."

But as soon as I put on my headphones and connected to the quantum channel, the next second Antares changed his mind.

"Hey, what's this all about now... You're not making me fly back again, are you...?"

Chen Xuantian was speechless and had no choice but to return to the starting level.

"The target has been confirmed to be moving towards the airport, and is likely planning to relocate."

"Hey! The moment I arrived, they moved again? Did the intelligence get leaked again?!"

Antares was speechless; what could he say in this situation?

"In any case, it seems that your identity information and flight number have not been exposed, otherwise you wouldn't have run right into us."

We expect to arrive in half an hour; if there's an opportunity, we'll handle the target on-site.

"No way, is that reckless? I got off the plane and wandered around for ages without moving, and then the target died. Even a fool would see that as a problem, right?"

Chen Xuantian went into the bathroom and pieced together the flying sword guidance chip and poison needle hidden in the temple of his glasses.

Xin Su: "It's fine to handle it here, but you should make sure you check the flight number he boarded."

"...Alright, alright, I'll do it."

Chen Xuantian squatted on the toilet for a while, and when he figured it was about time, he carried his bag to the departure level, grabbed a few travel guides and held them in his hand, using his divine sense to lock onto everyone entering and leaving the airport.

Before long, he suddenly heard melodious string music beside him, followed by a pleasant female voice singing behind him.
"Holy! Supreme! Great! Vast! Unparalleled! Supreme! True Yang! Blood Register! Supreme!"

"WTF..."

For a moment, Chen Xuantian felt a chill run down his spine and goosebumps rose all over his body. Then he turned his head and saw that the same advertisement was being projected onto the TV screens in the airport.

The image shows a young woman from Shannan wearing a long red silk dress, with gold jewelry on her hands and feet. She steps barefoot into a bonfire, sings softly, and dances gracefully.

She was surrounded by a group of smiling believers, also dressed in red, holding hands and forming a circle, their faces beaming with happiness, accompanying her with harmonious music.

Praise be to the Supreme One!
Divine enlightenment, embodiment of wisdom! Eternal torch, messenger of light!
Utter truth and goodness, pure and righteous! Cleansing demons and vanquishing evil, invincible and powerful!

"Holy One! Supreme One!" "Praise be to the Supreme One!"
"Burn the sky into a garment, split the earth into shoes! Tear the night into a robe, cast the stars into a crown!"

All things return to nothingness, but the fire of karma remains! All gods perish, but true yang endures!

"Great indeed, Your Majesty!"

Praise be to the Supreme One!
Stretching across the void, traversing the heavens, with supreme divine power, descending upon the mortal realm!

"All living beings, sacrificed to the spirits of animals, fire cleanses all sins, reborn in blood!"

"Vast and Supreme!"

Praise be to the Supreme One!
Worship my supreme one! May he live forever! Sacrifice to my supreme one! May he never perish!

Heaven is a paradise, why suffer sorrow? We are all on the same path, united as one!

"Supreme~ Sovereign!"

Praise be to the Supreme One!
The sacred flame shines brightly, illuminating the netherworld! The true yang is majestic, cleansing the eight directions!
Burn away my delusions, restore my light! Rekindle my remaining embers, give birth to my true soul!

"True Yang - Supreme!"

Then, as the camera pans up in the Shannan accent, it reveals a magnificent snow-capped mountain behind the saintess.

Then, the sun, as large as a cartwheel, leaped out from the mountains, illuminating the mountains in a golden glow. The brilliant sunlight shone on the snow-capped peaks, turning the white snow into a gilded ribbon. As the sunlight shone, it radiated a dreamlike halo, as if a golden ocean had been burned on the foothills.

The saintess danced faster and faster in the fire, her silk robes burning in the flames, her whole body enveloped in flames, like a golden-red butterfly, her clothes and skin ablaze.

But strangely, the saintess dancing in the flames was not burned or rotten. Instead, beneath the silk that turned into smoke and dissipated, a flowing, crimson jade color was revealed. As the sunlight reflected off the snow-capped peaks, an incomparably brilliant radiance cascaded over her body like a celestial waterfall, and golden talismans were etched on her blood-jade-like skin.

"Ah—Blood Talisman—!! Ah—Supreme—!! Ah—Blood Talisman—!! Ah—Supreme—!!"

Upon seeing the Great Way, the believers danced with joy, knelt on the ground, banged their heads on the ground, screamed and howled, tears streaming down their faces. Overwhelmed with emotion, they could not contain themselves and drew their knives, vying to carve the blood-stained Great Way they had witnessed onto their faces and bodies, one cut at a time.

Chen Xuantian stared wide-eyed, “WTF…”

Not only him, but most people in the airport were shocked by this unprecedented scene, and were stunned and still in shock.

Even some cleaners from the SND district reacted more intensely, letting out a loud "Aww—" and kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, howling along with heavy accents, "Supreme—Supreme—Supreme—".

"Add six! Add six! Stop staring! Get to work!"

"No, no... didn't you see it? What the hell is that?"

"Who knows what it is? Anyway, it's some kind of CGI promotional video. There are tons of cults abroad, and foreigners believe in this kind of thing!"

Alright! Cheer up, the target is at the airport!

Well, it seems our staunch materialist warriors don't believe in this at all...

Chen Xuantian never expected that his two younger brothers would suddenly pull such a big stunt on him. Well, it wasn't exactly sudden; their PowerPoint presentation had already outlined plans to use various media platforms and tools to promote their message and buy trending topics. He just hadn't taken it seriously...

So Chen Xuantian had no choice but to turn his attention away from the cult's promotional video. While everyone in the airport was still stunned and blinded by the advertisement, he hid the flying sword in his fingertips, pretending to look at the advertising screen and the airport entrance, ready to unleash the poisoned sword at any moment.

The target appeared quickly. Wearing sunglasses and a mask and carrying a suitcase, like something out of a movie, he entered the airport under the protection of two burly white men in black suits and walked quickly toward the VIP lounge. It seemed that he had been taken over by the Confederate Secret Service.

However, Chen Xuantian didn't use a flying sword. Instead, he slowly frowned and touched his earphones.

"Hey, Xin Su, the target is a man who is 1.63 meters tall, weighs 48 kilograms, and wears glasses, right?"

"That's right, you haven't noticed him yet? My security camera has captured him entering the room."

Chen Xuantian stood up with a cold face, completely ignoring his target in the VIP lounge, and slipped into the crowd without looking back.
"It's fake, it's a trap."

"What?! Are you really sure?!"

"Nonsense! Do you think I'm blind?! A woman dressed as a man?!"

To be fair, the Confederate agent's disguise was actually quite convincing, making him difficult to distinguish visually. However, a quick scan with divine sense still gave him away. Fortunately, the target was rather slender, meaning the Confederates probably had to find a female agent to impersonate him, which led to the deception.

However, the current situation is already quite clear: the operatives have only just arrived on the scene, and the other side has already prepared the fishing hooks and put them in their mouths. Isn't that ridiculous?

The intelligence security measures of the Azure Sky Base have clearly been breached, and now he is a fish caught in the net.

So Chen Xuantian took off his headphones, walked to the ticket counter with a smile, held up the Ninja Village tourist brochure in his hand to the flight attendant, and handed her his passport and credit card.

"MARUTO! MARUTO! NINJUTSU! NINJUTSU!"

Seeing his nerdy appearance, the flight attendant booked him a ticket according to the brochure. Chen Xuantian boarded the plane without saying a word, leaving the trap behind for the time being.

Well, for now. After all, the other party didn't arrest him directly at the airport, but instead used a fishing hook to test him, which means that the identity of 'Liu Xiaoliu' is still safe for the time being. Or rather, they're probably offering him a target to shoot at, wanting to see firsthand what the mechanism of the 'flying sword' really is.

First, find a place to safely hide your main body. Anyway, once the plane takes off, mark the target with the Blood Execution Order, and then use your spirit to leave your body and fly back to complete the mission.

He could only hide for a while, not forever. Ashihara was, after all, Confederate territory, and besides, there were a whole bunch of spies and traitors monitoring and tracking his movements. If this problem wasn't solved...

"Supreme~~ Oh oh~~ Supreme~~"

Seeing the passengers in the cabin scrolling through videos and singing along with the cult's missionary group, Chen Xuantian, who was being ridiculed to the point of being unable to think seriously, was speechless.

Okay, there's actually an even bigger problem here.

To be fair, the singing of the Holy Maiden of Shannan wasn't that bewitching; in fact, it was quite pleasant to listen to. But what was deadly was that the religion's methods were truly 'efficacious,' and the sacrificial texts in the songs were indeed genuine.

Yes, these sacrificial texts, incantations, songs, and dances are all forms of spiritual practice. They are genuine sacrificial texts used by the divine to preach to ordinary followers. As for incantations, their effectiveness is either direct or ineffective, and they have nothing to do with tone of voice or accent.

So, while singing in the Shannan dialect does have some impact and its power is obviously not as strong as Taiji Tian's, if the magic works, it works. Besides, the local people's spirits are weaker.

Thus, these songs, dances, and religious ceremonies spread directly through the media, as if everyone had personally experienced and witnessed a religious ritual. This caused immense shock and trauma to the local indigenous people; fueled by trending topics, it spread virally, topping the charts on major platforms in just a few hours.

At this moment, Chen Xuantian could only sit helplessly amidst the ear-piercing music echoing in the cabin, watching as some people with higher spiritual awareness were already comparing screenshots, breaking the airplane food knives and forks, and crookedly carving blood talismans on their hands and bodies.

Oh no, oh no, the save file might be corrupted here on Earth too...

(End of this chapter)