Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 100 The Sword is About to Be Completed

"It really was an illusion."

The blind man loosened and tightened his grip on the knife.

The feeling he had just experienced while gripping the branding iron vanished immediately after the Wild Soldier's Soul dissipated.

The lingering pain in my hand still feels a bit burning.

Zheng Hui squinted his old eyes, constantly wiping away tears with his sleeve, looking at the corpse in the tree.

"If even a corpse has such strength, Hai Donglai probably won't be able to go very far after he kills them all."

Zheng Hui said loudly to everyone, "Have your eyes recovered at all?"

"Let's search around, just in case he's seriously injured and collapsed somewhere, so we can get him treated in time."

Chu Tianshu also re-examined the battlefield.

After killing these people, Hai Donglai left no further trace.

It's impossible to tell from the scene which direction he was walking in.

Even when injured, this Commander of the Right Guard of the Inner Guard did a better job than anyone else at erasing his tracks when it was time to do so.

Chu Tianshu chose a direction, walked two or three miles, but found no trace, so he came back.

As expected, no one else noticed either.

Zheng Hui said worriedly, "The fact that the delegation has perished here is already a huge problem. What if the commander of the Imperial Guard also meets with misfortune within Nanzhao territory..."

"Will not."

Chu Tianshu said, "When martial arts are practiced to a certain level, as long as you are still conscious and able to move, you can seal the injury, circulate your qi and blood, and recover some of it through self-healing."

Judging from Hai Donglai's fighting style, he is clearly very skilled in fist and foot techniques, and his strength is astonishing.

It's not about becoming blind through enlightenment.

It's not like Zheng Hui's approach, which overemphasizes the miraculous effects of military spirit.

Zheng Hui felt a little relieved after hearing Chu Tianshu's assessment.

“That’s right. The Inner Guard is in Nanzhao. There should be many potential post stations there. Hai Donglai can easily find a hiding place and have someone help him find medicine to treat his injuries.”

Zheng Hui regained his senses after the shock, his mind returned to normal, and he found a guard and gave him a few instructions.

"Take my badge and go to the nearest government office. Call in people to clean up these corpses. Don't make a fuss yet. Disguise them as cargo and secretly transport them to the capital."

After the guards left, Zheng Hui stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

Chu Tianshu glanced at the token.

【Radiant Sun Wheel: At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, one worships the sunlight, where everything is white and the bright light is nothing but flames.】

On the battlefield where the warlords fought, their bloodlust transformed into the souls of the wild soldiers.

Characteristics: Intense light transmission, scorching flames, and after becoming bloodthirsty, it manipulates corpses to fight.

The size of the "Blazing Sun Wheel" transformed into material for evil spirits seemed to be twice that of the "Avalanche".

Unfortunately, both of the warlords were martial artists, and one of them was even a corpse that had lost its heart and greatly reduced its combat power. Even with their combined war spirits, they couldn't compare to the harvest they had after fighting Old Man Nie.

However, it is already much higher than the minimum standard required for a single simulation.

Considering the power of the Three-Seven Divine Sword, it will appear as a transparent flame.

This time, Chu Tianshu didn't hesitate much and chose to focus on the characteristics of the "Blazing Sun Wheel".

[…Deduction completed.]

The Lesser Yang Blood River Chariot: Daily refinement of essence and qi brings forth radiance throughout the body; the Blood River transports yin back to yang.

Humans have the flow of Qi through the meridians, which is refined by the sun and moon.

The weapons of war, nourished by blood and qi, all follow the yin path and are refined by the moon. Yet, isolated yin cannot generate anything and is scattered and not firm.

When the essence of sunlight and fire is used to refine the Yin energy, allowing the Lesser Yang energy to permeate it, the tempering of weapons will be twice as effective with half the effort.

Chu Tianshu received a large amount of information in his mind, pondered over a thousand words, and pondered endless feelings, gradually returning to a state of clarity.

Alright, my sword, the spirit of the warrior is complete!
People from the Nanzhao government office arrived with carriages and horses.

The corpses were collected, concealed, and the group headed from the mountains toward the capital of Nanzhao.

The bright sunlight hung high in the sky.

It was mealtime in the capital city of Nanzhao.

All the restaurants and taverns inside and outside the city were bustling with activity, but unfortunately, Wen Family Restaurant, the best restaurant outside the city, had recently closed its doors to customers.

Residents passing by would glance at their homes to see if they were open that day, then shake their heads with a hint of regret and head to another house.

"Hey, isn't this Aunt Mo?"

An old peddler on the roadside bumped into a familiar face and chuckled, "You used to work as a cook at the Wen family's restaurant. It's been a while! Are you opening for business again?"

"It will be soon, it will be soon. I will let you know when it opens."

Aunt Mo was the same auntie who helped out in the kitchen at the restaurant. She had a round face and a slightly plump figure, and she chatted with acquaintances on the roadside with a smile.

The brown headscarf was somewhat similar to her skin tone.

At that time, Zheng Hui said that he invited everyone from the restaurant to stay at Zheng's residence.

For Qingping Guan, this was a trivial matter.

But the people in the restaurant still felt somewhat uneasy, and longed to go home every day. Fortunately, they weren't the primary targets of the assassination attempt, so going out was relatively safe.

Aunt Mo has no other family members, but she can't stop worrying about her little house and the chickens she raises. She goes back every day to collect their eggs.

When she got home today, as usual, she first went to the chicken coop and took out a few eggs before opening the door.

A dark figure inside the room startled her.

"Who are you...?"

The dark figure had its back to her and stretched out one hand.

A small, jade-colored token, hanging from a red string, dangled from the person's hand.

Aunt Mo hurriedly turned around and closed the door, then knelt down and placed the eggs on the ground.

"Your subordinate greets the commander."

The man in black turned around.

He wore a large black cloth over his head, but underneath he wore a slightly tattered red robe.

That face had faint features and wasn't particularly handsome; its skin wasn't very fair either, which didn't match the red clothes.

But he looked haggard, yet he still stood there so upright, and his gaudy red clothes gave him a chilling aura.

"I am Hai Donglai from the Right Division."

Hai Donglai scrutinized the woman before him. “Just as the case file states, you truly have never learned any martial arts.”

The Inner Guard was divided into left and right divisions, but its members were spread throughout the country, and most of the lower-level members did not distinguish between the left and right divisions.

Aunt Mo is one such grassroots member.

Many people's impression of the Imperial Guard is that they are arrogant in monitoring officials and ruthless in espionage and assassination.

However, the inner guards who need to stay in one place for a long time and hide their identities may actually be completely ordinary people, making them the least likely to be discovered.

Furthermore, some of the grassroots guards were selected from the local population.

"Get up."

Many thoughts seemed to flash through Hai Donglai's eyes, but his tone was indifferent.

"The restaurant is well-informed. The secret messages you sent back a few years ago all said that you were working as a cook in a restaurant and were quite knowledgeable about current affairs. Has anything major happened in the capital recently?"

Aunt Mo stood up, somewhat reserved: "Some things have indeed happened recently."

Her revelation of the Yuwen family's assassination attempt may be part of a coordinated effort by the Duan family to spread rumors, and a countermeasure by the emperor.

"Oh? A doctor who was mistaken for an imperial guard?"

Hai Donglai's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. "You mean his medical skills are really that high?"

Aunt Mo asked in surprise, "Isn't Doctor Chu from the Imperial Guard? I thought he was too, but according to the rules, I haven't contacted him."

Hai Donglai glanced at her.

Aunt Mo realized what was happening and quickly got back to the point, saying, "Young Master Chu's medical skills are truly amazing, and he's also a good person..."

Hai Donglai interrupted her: "At least he stands on the side of the Tang people. Even that old fox Zheng Hui acknowledges that, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Aunt Mo nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

Hai Donglai seemed to be thinking about something. After a few breaths, his gaze fell back on Aunt Mo, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Only then did Aunt Mo belatedly notice the coldness in his expression, and she couldn't help but feel a little frightened: "Commander?"

“You talk too much nonsense, are slow to grasp the situation, and have poor judgment. You’ve become nothing more than a countrywoman, unlike the Imperial Guard.”

Hai Donglai slowly shifted his gaze, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"In that case, you really shouldn't be an internal guard anymore."

"Forget the past. No matter what contact or secret signals there are, no one who is no longer an internal guard is allowed to respond!"

Aunt Mo was taken aback: "But, my subordinate's files."

“Your file was never going to attract any attention anyway, and I’ve already destroyed it.”

Hai Donglai's gaze pressed down, causing Aunt Mo to lower her head involuntarily.

Just as she looked down, she suddenly realized that there was no space in front of her. When she looked up again, the room was empty.

The window had been raised at some point and was now swinging down.

Aunt Mo scratched her face, somewhat at a loss.

Is this no longer an internal defense?
Is it because the secret messages I've passed down over the years are just information that ordinary people in Nanzhao could find out?

When Aunt Mo's family was relocated to Nanzhao, several of them died of illness on the way.

He was an old guard who took care of her, an orphan, and even left her this house.

Over the years, she has always done things according to her master's teachings.

Aunt Mo felt a sense of loss, but then realized she felt a little lighter. She stood there for a long time, her heart filled with complicated emotions. Before she knew it, she walked towards the window.

Snapped!
Aunt Mo heard a crisp sound coming from under her feet and stared blankly down.

"Ouch! My egg!!"

(End of this chapter)