The Great Seminary

Chapter 301 Making a Big Profit

Under the bright moon, on the Ningrang Plain of Xianrong Island, lies a vast, dilapidated camp.

Uesugi Kiryuga, the youngest member of the Imperial Guard and the "Imperial Envoy," stared at the skeleton of a young man on the ground, riddled with crossbow bolts like a hedgehog.

He knelt down obediently, burying his head deeply.

Then he straightened up, put his hands together, and softly sang:
"May the Bodhisattvas of the Eight Desolations enjoy eternal joy and happiness."

The Japanese samurai Uesugi Oniryuuga respectfully bids farewell to the King of the Ming-Song Kingdom on his deathbed.

Behind him stood a huge spear with a red and black shaft.

Twenty-one hideous monster heads were stuck in the tip of the spear.

In the distance, Zhang Gui, lying in a pit, gazed at the head on General Ying Ri's spear, quietly awaiting the unexpected turn of events he had anticipated.

Uesugi Kiryuga led the powerful Yingri Army and, taking advantage of the fact that Prince Zhen and the Yuanshan forces were both exhausted from their battle, suddenly landed on Xianrong Island.

If you really want to 'reap the rewards,' you don't have to go all in, but at least you need to have the upper hand.

There's really no need to waste precious time on a stalemate between the three sides.

“Something is definitely amiss. I’d like to see what this ‘Hundred Ghosts’ commander is up to.”

He was thinking to himself when he suddenly saw flames shooting into the sky over the Prince Zhen's temporary camp a thousand paces away.

Amidst the raging flames.

An eight-armed, naked old man with large, round earlobes and a smiling, downcast gaze appeared, chanting loudly.

"This is 'Shiranui,' which ignites 'the fire of the grave,' giving rise to 'the Wheel of Fortune'..."

As the chanting began, the surrounding Japanese soldiers roared, howled, screamed, and transformed into a hundred demons.

Zhang Gui had sensed it before and had secretly witnessed it firsthand: the Yingri soldiers were ordinary during the day with average combat strength; but at night, they were like a 'hundred ghosts parading,' becoming invincible.

The problem is that the previous transformations of the 'Hundred Demons' were mostly just bizarre changes in their hands, feet, and faces, but they could still be discerned as human beings.

But now it has completely transformed into the form of a monster.

"This is even less human than the stone corpse warriors under my command, no, even when I myself use the complete form of 'Black God Explosive Soldier Master's All-Achieving Technique'!"

Can it ever be brought back?

Or perhaps they never even considered turning them back.

Could it be a step in the 'ritual'?

Ah, all the things the Japanese do that are so incomprehensible become clear when explained through 'rituals'!

A thought flashed through Zhang Gui's mind, and then, as if to confirm his guess, he saw...

The tens of thousands of 'evil spirits' that had completed their transformations scattered with a roar, and several of them even charged directly at him.

Showing up at this point, regardless of whether you can win or lose, is like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Zhang Gui would never do something so foolish as to use the power of the elemental rules to seduce divine authority.

They were instantly teleported back to Zhihai Town, which faces Xianrong Island across the sea.

Afterwards, he leisurely went to a bathhouse called 'Clear Water Pool' at the dock and washed himself.

I changed into a new cotton-padded jacket that I had asked the shop assistant to buy for me, and asked for a private room for the whole night.

While eating the clean, crisp, and juicy radishes, I sensed the changes on Fresh Mushroom Island.

As a result, Zhang Gui counted the dead people one by one throughout the night.

Until the island of Xianrong, apart from the Yingri army, which acted as butchers during the Night Parade of Ten Thousand Ghosts, there were no other living people left.

Such a ruthless act of extermination has made him 100% convinced that Uesugi Kiryuga's actions on Fresh Velvet Island must have been for some kind of ritual.

"The destruction of a nation and the extinction of a race is not just a metaphor, but a reality."

The tens of millions of natives on Xianrong Island, whether they were Hanli people on the plains or Cheonje people in the mountains, were all wiped out.

Although it originated from a civil war, the Japanese were truly ruthless!

Zhang Gui had seen countless battles with millions of casualties before. But the shock of truly 'exterminating an entire clan' was incomparable to the sheer number of people killed.

Especially since this kind of 'national subjugation and extermination' happened so quietly.

Aside from the participants, he was the only 'spectator' present.

It's the more you think about it, the more creepy it gets.

But as scary as it may be, let's keep business as it is.

The fact that all the natives on Xianrong Island, along with the Yuanshan Guard forces, were wiped out meant that the authority over the mysterious territory they had occupied was now vacant.

Two once-in-a-lifetime opportunities in two days were a huge tragedy for the victims, but for Zhang Gui, it was a stroke of good fortune!
The first one had already 'eaten' him until he was stuffed and bloated, so why would he give up the second time?

Zhang Gui immediately activated the power of the elemental rules to connect with divine authority, and instantly disappeared without a trace in a private room of the bathhouse at the Zhihai Town dock.

Meanwhile, on the Ningrang Plain of Xianrong Island.

Uesugi Kiryuya knelt before the remains of Prince Chin, his eyes closed, and softly recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

A moment later, I felt the warmth of the rising sun shining on my face.

He concluded by reciting:

"...those who are liberated from the cycle of birth and death will quickly attain liberation...and naturally, they will never regress from the supreme path,"

Then close your mouth and open your eyes.

He got up, turned around, knelt down again facing the sea, and buried his head deeply.

However, after a short while, a voice, neither clearly male nor female but filled with authority, slowly rang out.

"Uesugi Kiryuga, you did a good job. Get up."

"Greetings to the mortal lord of 'Takamagahara,' the human incarnation of the divine being Amaterasu, the supreme emperor of the Kingdom of Eihi, Your Majesty Naruhito."

Uesugi Kiryuga bowed and kowtowed three times with utmost respect before standing up.

Looking up again, the entire Ningrang Plain was now filled with the presence of troops and soldiers.

But even under the blazing sun, which radiates endless light and heat, all these thousands of troops combined cannot compare to the dazzling brilliance of a woman with flowing black hair and wearing a pale gold robe.

She slowly stepped down from the golden palanquin carried by the strongmen, and the moment her toes touched the ground, she was gently supported by a dazzling light.

They walked in mid-air to the remains of Prince Zhen.

Looking at the corpse's face, he said calmly:

"Based on what he did, I thought he was an arrogant, foolish, and stubborn prince."

I never expected him to be such a dashing young man when we actually met.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

They would rather die by the enemy's arrows than starve to death by Uesugi Kiryuga's schemes.

This Prince Zhen of the Ming Dynasty was truly a very heroic and unyielding young man.

In such fertile soil as the Ningrang Plain, even in the dead of winter, there are large rats that overwinter underground that can be eaten.

Feeding an army is a pipe dream, but keeping a noble prince from starving is a piece of cake.

Uesugi Kiryuga turned to look at the handsome young man speaking on the golden palanquin, a thin layer of anger clouding his face, and explained in a deep voice:
"Although I am a samurai, I should only face the enemy with dignity."

But in order to fulfill His Majesty's orders, we will do even the most despicable schemes and tricks.

But the reason why Prince Zhen's body is ashen is not because of my actions.

Instead, he never ate birds, burrowing rabbits, ground squirrels, or other "despicable creatures."

After all, how could the emperor's palate be compared to that of foxes and cats?

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly slit up.

Nine tails faintly appeared behind him, revealing his murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)