Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 206 The Nest of the Witches
The water level of the Fanliang River has also dropped recently due to the drought.

However, the water volume remains abundant and plentiful, nourishing the excellent crops along the narrow, grid-like irrigation canals on both banks.

The people lived further away from the riverbank and on higher ground.

The fields resemble a giant chessboard.

The houses and shacks, like clusters of chess pieces, each grouped together yet clearly distinct, occupy this enormous chessboard.

The home of the sorcerer Black Tooth Nancang is located in the center of one of these clusters.

The more than ten buildings and a large number of houses, which are always brightly lit, are surrounded by a stone wall.

Its territory is so vast that it is equivalent to at least a hundred ordinary households.

Over the years, without anyone noticing, thousands of servants have come to live in this place.

The habits of Black Tooth South Granary and his confidants became a commandment that servants had to keep firmly in mind.

For example, during the first half of the night, all lights must remain on.

All those tall buildings were lit with smokeless oil lamps. After eating, Hei Chi Nancang would very likely take a stroll in one of the buildings.

Near the wall, however, regardless of whether there was smoke, the iron pots and cauldrons were kept ablaze, as long as the fire was fierce, which the owner liked to see.

However, Heichi Nancang never concentrates on his meals, and they often take a long time to finish.

He sat on the north side of the main hall, a position ten steps higher than the rest of the hall.

An extremely long, thin carpet of gold-threaded bamboo was laid out from the north side all the way to the gate. The feel of stepping on it was even cooler than stepping on stone slabs.

Exquisitely dressed female slaves dance here in groups, their waists supple and their feet slender.

There were six tables on each side of the hall, with seats provided, but only two trusted warriors were sitting there, eating and drinking heartily.

At the main gate on the south side, an old man was led over by a slave and immediately knelt on the threshold.

Black Tooth Nan Cang put down his wine cup, used a gold and jade comb to smooth his long black beard, and squinted at the viewer.

"Yes, Uncle Seventeen?"

The old man nodded quickly and bowed in respect.

Black Tooth Nan Cang said unhappily, "Given our relationship, why are you kneeling on the threshold?"

"Someone, bring a straw mat to Uncle Seventeen so he can kneel more comfortably."

A servant immediately brought over a straw mat.

The old man was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He quickly wiped them away and kowtowed to express his gratitude: "I have come today to beg the shaman to grant my grandson the privilege of becoming a noble servant of the gods."

Hei Chi Nan Cang asked curiously, "While divine servants may offer some benefits, it's not worth your family begging for their help, is it?"

The old man bowed his head and said, "He was one of the three wizards who selected the offerings. He saw my grandson during the day and praised him a bit, saying he was good-looking."

“I thought to myself, they must be planning to include my grandson in the sacrificial offerings as well.”

Of the seven most effective shamans in the Fanliang region, two are from the Black Tooth Clan.

It seems that their relationship was naturally meant to be closer.

Initially, Black Tooth Nancang and Black Tooth San did get along very well, sharing distant relatives from their own clan as servants.

However, within a few years, Heichi Nancang discovered that doing so had enormous inconveniences.

Because when their servants negotiate with the servants of other sorcerers, outsiders cannot easily discern which Black Tooth represents which sorcerer.

Sometimes, even when things are accomplished by taking advantage of Heichi Nancang's influence, the benefits don't actually end up in his hands.

This clearly means that they have suffered a loss.

It's fine if it happens once or twice.

Over the years, he had accumulated so much suffering that he had lost count of how many losses he had suffered.

At that time, a silent but ultimately bloody internal struggle broke out among the Black Teeth.

Black Tooth Nancang was more skilled and successfully gained control over the subordinates that the two wizards had jointly trained in the past.

Black Tooth Three had to start from scratch, and now most of the divine servants and confidants he employs are from other races.

This left an unresolved knot between the two of them.

Hearing the old man's explanation, Heichi Nancang knew that the best solution was indeed to appoint the old man's grandson as a servant of the gods.

"Humph."

Hei Chi Nan Cang said, "I think that nephew is indeed good-looking. What's most remarkable is that he even looks a bit like me. How can we leave a servant's mark on his face?"

He instructed his confidants, "Go find some good-looking and decent-looking people tomorrow and gather the required number of offerings in advance."

"Yes, in addition to the number of offerings, find ten more as backups, so that we don't have any excuses to try to increase the number of offerings later."

"In this way, if Black Tooth San still wants to choose my nephew, I can naturally shut him up."

Although the old man did not achieve his goal, he was already very happy and kowtowed again.

He was very pleased to hear his seventeenth uncle's profuse thanks.

The witchcraft he learned was most effective when used to refine the corpses of his own kind, especially among the ancestors of each family who were strong and physically robust in life.

Therefore, he dug up many ancestral graves in the clan.

In the past thirty years, those in the clan who died of illness, fought, were arrested for disrespect, made mistakes while enslaved, or had exceptionally good bones and muscles have all been refined by him and put to other uses.

However, they were all Blacktooth people after all, and they had too many similarities.

Hei Chi Nan Cang used these tribesmen so often that he started to feel a little uncomfortable.

He had people from other families captured and tried the product one by one, but in the end, he had no choice but to discover that burning it among his own family members was the most effective.

It wouldn't be right to diminish the effectiveness of my cultivation for the sake of my people, so I had no choice but to follow the old practice.

But for this reason, Heichi Nancang has always taken good care of his people in other matters, as a kind of compensation.

Of the seven sorcerers, his appearance was the most approachable.

"Let's all go back."

Hei Chi Nan Cang dismissed all the female slaves who had performed the dance, and the music stopped, restoring silence to the hall.

He became interested and waved to his seventeenth uncle, asking the old man to kneel closer so he could talk about what had happened in Fanliang recently.

Some things simply wouldn't reach the ears of this wizard.

But he would occasionally want to hear others talk about these little things, because it was from these little things that he could see that people respected and revered him in every way, and dared not be negligent.

The old man didn't walk on the long bamboo carpet; he climbed to the side and then walked forward.

The ferocious beast patterns embroidered with gold thread looked so sacred and precious under the light.

Whether it was a misperception or not, the old man seemed to see it again.

On those patterns was a monster with an eagle's head and a human body, whose eyes suddenly moved. Originally, these eyes should have been looking at the ceiling, but as they moved, the eagle's head seemed to become three-dimensional, looking out of the hall.

Black Tooth Nancang's expression changed, and he suddenly let out a muffled, sharp shout.

The shout, consisting of two syllables, sounded like some kind of incantation.

No one in the hall could understand those two words.

However, all the spirits embroidered on that long carpet turned their heads as if they had heard a command.

Golden light suddenly stretched upwards from the blanket.

At the same time, a dark shadow suddenly slanted down from the high-rise building outside the hall.

Boom! ! !
The threshold was broken in the middle, deeply recessed, with large pieces of stone slabs and bricks shattered, and dust was blown away by the strong wind.

His face was long like a horse's, and his body was fierce like a raging ape.

The dark figure was none other than a horse-faced, burly man.

As the golden light and the strong wind collided, all the spirits within the light were fully revealed, almost filling the entire spacious hall.

A dozen or so human heads with bat wings flew out first.

The heads, their eyes red, let out terrified screams, bared their sharp teeth, and charged at Horse-Face Jufu.

"drink!"

Chu Tianshu hadn't expected the wizard to be so perceptive; it seemed that it wasn't him who had detected the danger first, but rather the carpet.

But the speed at which the ape attacked far exceeded the speed at which these heads flew.

The air vibrated violently.

It looked like a dozen or so afterimages of arms erupting simultaneously, disappearing in an instant.

The heads froze in mid-air, then exploded simultaneously, like a dozen or so clumps of white ash.

Chu Tianshu had already charged forward, and with a slam of his knee, he smashed the head of a white bull.

call! ! !
With the impact, the ape flipped over the white bull's back with a single hand, and its two large feet slammed into the python behind the white bull.

The python was stomped on with tremendous force, causing its head and tail to suddenly straighten, expand at both ends, and burst open.

The ape's arm, like a large iron whip, suddenly extended and swung.

The three horse-faced demons in front of him, each wielding a knife, had already had their heads smashed open.

Chu Tianshu's profound internal strength was not outwardly apparent, but it was surging within him, strengthening every corner of his body.

After transforming into Horse-Face Jufu, his mastery of Tongbei Fist became even more extraordinary.

He didn't even bother to examine the large number of spirits that emerged from the golden light.

He could only vaguely make out a shape before his large hand lashed out, piercing the head and chest, and tearing through the body.

Uncle Seventeen only saw...

Amidst the horde of spirits, clumps of white ash exploded in a chain reaction, while dark shadows surged forward fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, it was unclear whether he had killed thirty or forty monsters, and he was about to wreak havoc through the hall.

Not to mention Uncle Seventeen, even Hei Chi Nan Cang was so shocked that his facial features were elongated, revealing reddened eyelids.

The bones of the Blacktooth tribe are harder than those of many other races.

Using witchcraft, they were able to burn a kind of golden thread from their bones.

The patterns embroidered with this gold thread, when combined with secret incantations, can manifest various spirits and monsters when necessary.

Over decades, Heichi Nancang had accumulated wealth and decorated each of his large houses with utensils adorned with black teeth and gold thread.

This gave him a real sense of growing strength and peace of mind.

The long carpet in the main hall is one of his most powerful magical artifacts.

The eagle-headed, human-bodied monster and the monster with horns on its nose did not directly stop the dark figure, but instead overlapped with the two guards.

The guards on the west side suddenly swelled their muscles, their clothes tore, and cracks appeared on their skin due to the excessive strain caused by the muscle expansion.

The guard on the east side suddenly contracted, becoming thinner and stiffer, his eyes sharp like a hawk's, and he swooped out abruptly.

His sharp eyes could see every detail of Chu Tianshu's movements.

But then Chu Tianshu's heel suddenly trembled.

The stone slab on which the monkey stood sank violently, while the stone slabs on either side bounced into the air at the same time.

Chu Tianshu pushed the stone slab with his right hand.

No matter what tricks the guard on the east side might try to use to exploit the enemy's weaknesses, he was already completely enveloped in the shadow of the stone slab.

Bang! !

The guard on the east side flew backward, his arms twisted and contorted, and crashed into the wall.

The stone slab returned to Chu Tianshu's hand after the collision.

His left hand had already grabbed the corner of the western stone slab, and he turned around.

The two stone slabs were spun and shot out.

The guards on the west side punched him twice, smashing him in mid-air.

Unexpectedly, Chu Tianshu kicked him again, this time at his ankle.

The guard on the west side stumbled to the side, but before he could even land, Chu Tianshu grabbed his belt.

Chu Tianshu swung the guard forward like a battering sledgehammer, sending him hurtling straight toward the wizard.

In a panic, Black Tooth Nancang actually rammed his head backward.

There was a wall behind him, and when he bumped into it, it looked like he was going to smash the back of his head against the wall.

But when he actually crashed into it, the wall surprisingly softened.

An arm reached out from the wall, embraced the wizard, and turned his body to shield the oncoming guard with his back.

Boom! !

The guard was thrown forward and fell to the ground without a sound.

The person who used his back to block the impact only swayed slightly.

With this sudden movement, a chain reaction occurred on the surrounding walls, causing large amounts of wall plaster to fall and revealing human-shaped outlines.

It spreads from the north wall to the east and west walls.

There are so many arched holes in the walls of this hall.

Inside each arched hole lies a... corpse!
(End of this chapter)