I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 338 It's taken me two whole months to cultivate! Miyamoto Musashi crawled out of the underworld?!

I can't see anything, I can't see anything clearly.

Aside from the golden hue belonging to the [Cloud Pavilion] standing in the sky, Uesugi Tetsuya couldn't even make out the color or material of the "floor" he was standing on.

Everything was shrouded in a thin mist that seemed faint and thin, but in fact obscured and confused all sight and perception.

"By the way, Miss Yuan..."

Uesugi Tetsu was about to turn around and ask about the details, but when he did, he found that the MPV that had been right behind him had mysteriously disappeared.

Only the spider-cutting sword at his waist and Kaga Kiyomitsu accompanied him.

Even the connection between him and the two-foot-tall adult became weak, making communication impossible...

This was a problem that had only been encountered by two people in the present world and the mortal world, respectively.

When Uesugi Tetsu refocused his attention, he discovered an endless staircase leading straight up to the sky, seemingly copied and pasted from another source.

He kicked his toes and found that the step was indeed solid.

Does this mean that one must "sincerely" climb up from the bottom to show the majesty and nobility of the sword saint, or is it a classic test of climbing stairs?

Without thinking twice, Uesugi Tetsu stepped onto the stairs.

It's simply a matter of dealing with whatever comes our way.

But as soon as he stepped onto the first step, Uesugi Tetsuya felt his whole body suddenly become light and airy.

Immediately afterwards, everything around turned into a colorless white.

Uesugi Tetsuya was subjected to an unprecedented speed, a speed that even the mind could not keep up with.

Perhaps only the shifting of stars and the changing of the seasons can compare to his current state.

The phrase "traveling 80,000 li a day while sitting still" came to Uesugi Tetsuya's mind, but it seemed too slow, so he changed it to "traveling 80,000 li in a second".

pat.

Just as my thoughts caught up with my body, everything came to a standstill.

Both Uesugi Tetsuya himself and everything around him stopped because of his second step down the stairs.

Because it's already the end.

Uesugi Tetsu gazed at the towering, majestic Nine Heavens Guardian that stood before him, momentarily dazed, before realizing that he seemed to have already crossed the steps.

But... how much time has passed?
He turned around and found that the stone steps stretched all the way to the end of his sight. If you were to calculate the length, it would definitely be much longer than the horizon that his eyes could reach.

But that's impossible.

Uesugi Tetsu immediately realized that this was not an "endless staircase" in the physical sense, but rather something like a barrier.

Standing here now, his perceived distance has been compressed to an infinitesimal size.

The perception circle that could originally extend hundreds of meters even without transforming, and whose maximum distance could even cover a kilometer, now only exists within the body and on the surface.

If you try to go any further, it would be like crashing into an impenetrable wall of copper and iron formed by millions of atmospheres of pressure.

Fundamentally, it cannot be shaken.

Come to think of it, there's nobody around here. Is the Sword Saint trying to get me to go inside...?

Before Uesugi Tetsuya could take more than a few steps, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Because in the path he had to take, a burly man with a leopard's head and round eyes, dressed only in straw sandals and a rough blue cloth robe, had appeared out of nowhere.

The burly man, who also wore two swords at his waist, seemed to be taking a nap, but the moment Uesugi Tetsu stopped, he opened his sleepy eyes and yawned.

Snapped!
In an instant, Uesugi Tetsuya's originally fluffy hair became distinct, straight and still like steel needles.

With an unchanged expression, he placed his hands on the twin swords at his waist and met the gaze of the burly man who slowly raised his head and looked at him.

Their eyes met.

Crack!

Like lightning striking the void, a piercing explosion suddenly erupted in the middle of their line of sight, causing the burly man to abandon his previously nonchalant expression.

He revealed a greedy look, as if he had seen a delicacy.

Uesugi Tetsu frowned slightly, about to ask a question, when he suddenly felt a faint tearing sensation in his chest and abdomen.

Consciousness Slash?
He took a half-step back precisely, causing the strike to miss its target.

The burly man's smile widened, his lips curling upwards, and he had only taken half a step forward when he caught up.

clang--

clang--

clang--

The resounding chimes came from the clouds above, abruptly stopping him in his tracks. He grimaced in displeasure before reverting to his drowsy state.

do not fight?
Uesugi Tetsuya, who had already prepared for the situation, was taken aback and looked up as well.

It seems this bell ringing is related to the Sword Saint...

The burly man stared at Uesugi Tetsuya for a moment with a chilling gaze, then raised his large, bony hand and pointed towards the depths of the Nine Heavens Guard.

He kicked aside a few scattered pebbles, and then a hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Kid, come up with me."

Uesugi Tetsu hesitated for a moment, then lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword and followed the burly man at a distance of about five steps.

Judging from the current situation, this strong man, whose strength almost made his instincts explode, should be his "guide" on this trip.

At the same time, Uesugi Tetsu didn't forget to stir up some emotions, asking Ao, "Ao, this guy is dressed in traditional attire, do you recognize him?"

The blood-red pupils on the hilt of the sword narrowed for a long while, and Qing remained silent for several dozen steps before replying with an uncertain tone.

"You should have heard of Lord Uesugi..."

"I think I've heard of him. Who is it?"

"Miyamoto Musashi."

The four words, "Thunderous reputation," suddenly exploded in Uesugi Tetsuya's mind, making him take a larger step.

Qing, unusually, spoke in a tone that was difficult to describe and exceptionally complex: "You guessed right, it's not a case of the same name."

"—That's the swordsman who, after the death of Kamiizumi Ise no Kami Nobutsuna, subdued the world with his Niten Ichi-ryu style, but who never once came here during his lifetime."

Uesugi Tetsu stared at the back of the burly man, which was not tall but had a sense of solidity rooted in the earth, and couldn't help but ask himself a million questions.

Miyamoto Musashi?

Before he was alive?
No, does Xiaoqing think this is some kind of non-scientific comedy comic set?

Uesugi Tetsu immediately pressed, "Then how come Miyamoto Musashi is currently inside the Nine Heavens Guardian, and still alive?!"

"Is this his illusion? Or just a figment of his imagination?"

Qing: "No, it is indeed true... but he should have died of old age long ago..."

Qing didn't understand at all.

He couldn't understand why the sword saint, whom he had personally witnessed dying alone in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, would appear in the present era, and even come to... Cloud Pavilion!
Moreover, his vitality was so strong that even though not a single drop of his vital energy was leaked, the man walking in front of him was like a huge furnace, making Qing feel boundless heat.

He was at the peak of his life, in the prime of his youth.

For a moment, neither Uesugi Tetsu nor Ao spoke, but silently followed behind Miyamoto Musashi, continuing to walk through the majestic, vast, and desolate Nine Heavens Guardian.

After pondering for a while, Uesugi Tetsuya finally asked the question, knowing the answer already.
"Where are we going?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was walking ahead, chuckled and replied matter-of-factly.
"Go and see the current Sword Saint."

Hearing this, Qing was deeply shocked.

Throughout history, there have been countless sword masters, great sword masters, and even so-called grandmasters and sword gods of various schools...

However, there can only be one Sword Saint in the entire present world.

Even if we defy common sense and put all the sword saints from the past thousand years together, in the end only one can be chosen as the "Sword Saint".

For Miyamoto Musashi to say such a thing means that he, as a former "Sword Saint," has admitted that he is inferior to the Sword Saint of his time!

Uesugi Tetsu responded without saying anything more.

He completely misunderstands this unspoken rule.

Next, even though Uesugi Tetsu pretended to be a curious child and asked a few more questions, wanting to chat with this sword saint of the last period of the Warring States period.

But Miyamoto didn't reply at all and simply killed the chat.

Before long, Miyamoto Musashi stopped moving.

He leaned against a massive wooden pillar, arms crossed, and gestured with his chin toward the unusually plain-looking threshold.
"go in."

This... is the Sword Saint's residence? Uesugi Tetsu looked at the entrance, which was no different from the thousands of wooden doors he had just passed by, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The Nine Heavens Guardian is as majestic and imposing as a mountain, and there must be countless more magnificent rooms available for him to choose from. Yet, the Sword Saint actually chose such an ordinary place to stay...

accident.

Uesugi Tetsuya was genuinely surprised.

He didn't say much and wanted to walk straight in.

As he passed Miyamoto Musashi, Uesugi Tetsu caught a glimpse of the man's barely suppressed upturned lips and his rough, expectant words out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you grow up quickly."

That smile was like that of an old farmer waiting for his crops to ripen.

Uesugi Tetsu entered the Sword Saint's residence.

After crossing the threshold, Uesugi Tetsu didn't sense anything unusual. He even noticed that the interior decoration style was very similar to traditional Japanese architecture.

The only difference is the perspective.

Turning your head, you can see a semi-transparent curtain that leads straight to the end of the road, and you can also see the faint outlines of people behind you.

Intuition told Uesugi Tetsuya that the Sword Saint was hiding behind that curtain.

It's absolutely impossible for it to be wrong.

After waiting a while, without the Sword Saint speaking, Uesugi Tetsu walked towards the curtain.

When he was nine steps away from the curtain, Uesugi Tetsuya suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood still.

Not moving anymore.

An extremely strong premonition of death arose for no apparent reason, telling him that his life would be in danger no matter where he went next.

The only safe place is under your feet.

The swordsman could make him stop without even saying a word...

Uesugi Tetsu raised his gaze and it fell upon the seemingly thin curtain, which was actually impenetrable.

strangeness.

He could clearly see the figure behind the curtain, and he was certain that the figure was the legendary Sword Saint; he could even see it moving…

But even with the ability to let go of perception, nothing is felt!
This enormous illusion, where the physical eye and the mind could not reconcile, made Uesugi Tetsuya lower his gaze and feel an indescribable sense of nausea.

It's as if reality no longer exists.

"My perception is barely enough..."

Suddenly, a voice rang in Uesugi Tetsu's ear.

Like clouds and lightning, elusive and unpredictable.

It feels like it's far away, but in reality it's right in front of you.

Let alone men and women, Uesugi Tetsu couldn't even tell the difference between men, women, young and old.

The next instant, a gaze pierced through the curtain, sweeping freely over Uesugi Tetsuya.

Originally, the time interval was too short for Uesugi Tetsuya to feel being swept by that gaze.

But in that indescribable moment, Uesugi Tetsu felt that everything about him had been seen through.

Whether it's the circulation of Qi on the body's surface, the skin, nerves, blood vessels, and bones inside the body, the Qi and blood gathered in the Dantian, the five-colored Qi, or spiritual power.

Even deeper within the empty sea of ​​qi, the Myriad Spirits Furnace Core, along with the Zhou Tian Flame Armor and the Five Thunder Technique placed inside, were all completely exposed.

Uesugi Tetsuya's breathing stopped abruptly.

With just one glance, all his secrets and experiences up to this point were laid bare.

A great terror spread through Uesugi Tetsuya's mind for a moment, then quickly receded.

It seems the avatar cards within the empty sea of ​​qi haven't been discovered...

Realizing this, Uesugi Tetsu's previously numb thoughts began to function normally again.

fortunately.

Even a sword saint cannot see through everything at a glance.

"strangeness……"

The Sword Saint's voice remained elusive: "Are you really that powerful on TV? You look completely ordinary."

"Let the power and blood of the Wild God flow freely within my body, the power all over my body is chaotic and disordered, and I even bumped into a small toy that looked like a firework on my right chest..."

Nonsense.

"The Sword Saint commented."

Immediately afterward, Uesugi Tetsu felt the Sword Saint's gaze sweep over Yan Qing, but what he said had nothing to do with him at all.

"In other words, this Five Elements Qi Sea, which evolved from the Void Qi Sea, still has some imagination."

Hmm... Onmyoji aren't entirely useless, are they?

The spider-like eye at the hilt of the cleaver shrank to the size of a pinhead, and Qing's respectful and solemn voice resonated in his heart.
"Lord Uesugi... this sword saint has probably already surpassed the realm that ordinary people can understand, and has reached some kind of mysterious level."

"How many times more powerful is she compared to Ririko, who has already reached the other side?"

"Sword Heart?" Qing sighed. "As for sword hearts, even if there are countless types, it's meaningless no matter how many there are."

"This is really..."

"and this."

The ethereal voice that suddenly entered their hearts startled both Uesugi Tetsuya and Ao.

The two stopped talking and immediately fell silent.

The Sword Saint's voice resonated in my heart.
"This... being able to whisper is a clever little trick that's somewhat useful."

Uesugi Tetsuya was greatly shocked.

This is absolutely unreasonable!
They can even detect your heartstrings and barge directly into your channel!

Next, the Sword Saint spoke a few more words into the heartstrings, and even plucked the heartstrings of Lord Erchi and Kaga Kiyomitsu a couple of times. After receiving no response, he left in boredom.

"How long have you been cultivating so far?"

Perhaps because no one had paid attention to him on so many Heartstring Channels just now, the Sword Saint's voice was even a little indifferent.

“More than two months,” Uesugi Tetsu replied after a quick calculation.

This answer plunged the air into a silent silence.

After a long while, a voice carrying a hint of affirmation rang out.
"good."

A few seconds later, the Sword Saint continued,
"What sword technique do you specialize in? Show us your ultimate technique."

Uesugi Tetsu gripped the hilts of the swords at his waist, one on each side, and replied.
"Natural flow of reason, without a sword of enlightenment."

Before he could finish speaking, two almost invisible sword lights suddenly appeared a few millimeters in front of the curtain, as if to tear apart the ordinary curtain that concealed the sword saint's figure.

"This sword is barely passable."

The curtain was unharmed, and the Sword Saint's voice reappeared.
"In that case, I won't let you make a wasted trip."

Before Uesugi Tetsuya could say anything, he suddenly felt himself fall into a void composed of "emptiness" and "nothingness".

"How much you achieve depends entirely on your previous efforts."

"—Let me see if what you're saying is true."

Consciousness plunged into darkness, then was restored to light.

It felt like only a blink of an eye, yet it also felt like I had personally experienced thousands of years.

Endless asceticism.

An endless battle.

Exchanges that involve trekking through mountains and rivers.

Asceticism, battles, meditation, accumulation, discussions, and repetition.

Again and again and again...

When Uesugi Tetsu opened his eyes again, he stared blankly at Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing in front of him, his stubble-covered face close to his, looking at him with curiosity like a big cat.

In addition, there was a massive amount of refreshed notifications of various colors that completely overwhelmed him.

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