Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 261 Where Are the Heroes?
"Haha, Xiao Huo, the way you're saying that makes it sound like Shan Jun and I are precious and fragile porcelain that need to be carefully protected all the time."

As Liu Yanqi chatted and laughed, he walked into the training ground. His black hair was loose and hung down, and he was wearing a military uniform with a long sword hanging at his waist.

He wasn't particularly imposing, but his posture was upright, and he walked with a relaxed and comfortable air, without any sense of needing to put on airs. He exuded a pioneering and confident heroic spirit.

Chu Tianshu stood up, about to greet them.

Liu Yanqi's eyes lit up, and he strode over, grasping Chu Tianshu's right hand, his whole body radiating joy.

"You must be Doctor Chu. I've heard about you from the Mountain Lord before."

“You’ve accomplished something really big lately, and for the first time at headquarters, we’ve been overwhelmed by good news.”

"Ha, the troops haven't moved much, yet there are reports of victories every day. Those who don't know the truth would think the heavens have opened their eyes, but those who do know realize that it's all thanks to an amazing comrade!"

Liu Yanqi spared no praise whatsoever.

Chu Tianshu was a little embarrassed by what was said.

Although I did do a lot of things, being praised so enthusiastically was still a bit too much for my ears.

Well, these words can be written as letters or certificates, and you can browse them at your leisure when you have time. It's much more comfortable than being praised in front of those patients.

Liu Yanqi's eyes flickered, and he noticed a slight unnaturalness in Doctor Chu's expression, which greatly surprised him.

By the way, this Doctor Chu is actually quite young!

Liu Yanqi swallowed the words he wanted to say, shook his clenched hand twice more before letting go.

"Haha, let's not disturb you and Shan Jun's reminiscing for now. This must be Young Master Sun. We've met a few times before. Come, come, let's chat over here."

Liu Yanqi turned to look at Sun Feng'an, and they walked to one side hand in hand.

Cai Shanjun also walked in, dressed casually in a blue shirt, black jacket, belt, and trousers, with a black cloth bag slung across his back.

Judging from its appearance, Chu Tianshu guessed that it was something like a guqin (a seven-stringed zither).

Compared to Xiao Huo, who has a scar on his forehead.

Cai Shanjun looks even younger than before, but it's understandable that he looked haggard and old when he was poisoned.

"We exchanged telegrams many times, but we only met today."

Cai Shanjun handed over an oil paper package he was carrying, saying, "Here, this is a small apology."

Chu Tianshu took it and immediately smelled a faint fragrance.

"Yizhou flower cakes".

Cai Shanjun said, "If you eat it today, it will be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. After today, it probably won't taste as good."

As he spoke, he took a step and, without anyone noticing, led Chu Tianshu out of the martial arts arena.

Next to the training ground is a garden.

Upon arriving here, without the patients he had treated looking after him, Chu Tianshu didn't stand on ceremony. He casually tore open the oil paper package, took out a piece of cake, and tried it.

The crust is slightly yellow and sprinkled with sesame seeds. When you take a bite, the filling inside is a bright pink sweet sauce.

The sweetness is just right, and the aroma fills the mouth, but the sweetness doesn't seep into the roots of the teeth, making it a very pleasant eating experience.

Cai Shanjun laughed and said, "Back in Wujia Village, you could eat as much as you wanted in front of those villagers you had just met. I never thought that you would care about other people's opinions now."

Chu Tianshu recalled for a moment, and he really couldn't remember whether those people had been watching him back then.

Since it's a bonfire party and so lively, it's okay to sneak in a little extra food, right?

Besides, back then he was practicing the Gluttony Fist, and his stomach was hungry 70% of the time, so he couldn't care less about anything else.

"Mainly because they are all my patients, and I have always maintained a very reliable and superior image in their eyes."

Chu Tianshu said, "Of course I'd feel a little awkward eating alone in front of them."

Cai Shanjun walked a few steps with him, smiling, "You're becoming more and more patient with things that aren't meant to be malicious."

Although Chu Tianshu seemed to have a clear sense of right and wrong back then, Cai Shanjun could tell that he was suppressing his violent temper.

I don't know why, but he would occasionally show such a fierce and irritable look in his eyes.

Chu Tianshu is much more relaxed now, and has the leisure to care about some details.

"There's a reason why my temper is getting better and better."

Chu Tianshu took a bite of the biscuit. "Then what caused your change?"

He carefully examined Cai Shanjun.

"The original texts of Zhuge Liang shouldn't contain such pure Yin energy, right?"

Chu Tianshu noticed something was off as soon as they met.

Although Cai Shanjun was proficient in music, he was essentially practicing military magic, and his mental power had an aura as intense as blood and fire.

Now, Cai Shanjun possesses a balance of strength and gentleness, yin and yang, and his spirit and temperament are as pleasant as a gentle breeze.

However, the yin energy flowing around him did not seem to be the mental power attribute he had comprehended himself, but rather seemed to come from an external object.

Moreover, that yin energy also faintly carried a trace of divine power.

"It is the Cave God."

Cai Shanjun gave an answer that was not surprising, making a gesture of plucking a string in front of him with his fingers.

Zheng! !

There were no strings in the air, yet a sound of a piano rang out.

Behind Cai Shanjun, a figure over three meters tall and extremely beautiful emerged.

The image is entirely silver-white, slightly transparent, with a crown of thorns on its head, hair flowing down, eyes lowered, hands clasped in front of its chest, and a long dress that is the color of mercury, yet light and fluttering.

Her wrists and ankles were adorned with numerous ornaments in the style of the Wujia Village people. But around her neck and on her belt hung many thumb-sized human faces, some male, some female, some resolute, some in pain, and some serene.

Chu Tianshu frowned and stared for a while before chewing again.

Strange, this thing doesn't look like a ghost or god, or even an evil spirit.

Even those faces that showed signs of pain did not appear to have been tormented by this image.

It seems that the image itself is unable to express a distinct and independent expression, and it is only through those human face ornaments that it is able to express it.

The silvery-white image itself exudes a lingering sadness.

"Inside the cave not far from Wujia Village, there used to be a powerful ghost god, but it has been weakening over time."

"The Wu family clan, haunted by that ghost, has sent out their best Gu maidens and warriors for generations to counteract the ghost's restlessness."

Cai Shanjun turned around and looked at the image behind him, then recounted a secret.

"After that ghost was finally obliterated, the souls that had sacrificed themselves merged into a completely new being."

"That is the Cave Goddess we know."

Cai Shanjun sighed, "He doesn't want to harm Wujia Village, but he also doesn't want to return to Wujia Village."

Those who sacrificed their lives are heroes.

But no one can demand that they die without any regrets or resentment.

It's human nature to not want to return to the place that they cherish but also find heartbreaking.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why they did not fall into evil spirits.

"In the years since the dragon vein gradually returned, the strange things coming from that cave are simply because He wants to leave."

Therefore, the Goddess of the Cave chose Cai Shanjun, an outsider, back then.

"But I didn't know about these things back then, so I didn't take the Rainbow Cloud Flute with me."

Cai Shanjun said, "More than a year ago, after I returned to Kunming, I was preparing to return the Rainbow Cloud Flute to Wujia Village as promised."

"But the flute disappeared halfway through, and returned to me three times on its own before I learned about these things."

Chu Tianshu asked, somewhat puzzled, "What about the flute?"

If he wasn't mistaken, the image before him was clearly residing within the ancient zither behind Cai Shanjun.

Moreover, the image is very weak.

I feel that the spirit of my Three-Seven Divine Sword has become one with it.

"During the Battle of Bashu, the Ghost King received sacrifices from the warlords and began to slaughter humans. The Cave God stepped forward and resisted the Ghost King."

When Cai Shanjun recalled that scene, a surge of fighting spirit and a tragic emotion still welled up in his heart.

In ancient times, ghosts and gods were mostly referred to as gods, with their names concealed.

The Ghost King of Qingcheng was known to the world directly by the title "Ghost King," and his ferocity and stubbornness were unimaginable.

In that battle, they lost many comrades who had been with them for many years.

Li Genyuan, the principal of Yizhou Martial Arts Academy and the number one expert in Yizhou at the time, suffered a severe injury that almost destroyed his cultivation.

In the end, the Rainbow Flute was destroyed, and the foundation upon which the Cave God existed was nearly wiped out.

The heroes of the village, who had been heroes for generations, have become heroes again, but their power has irrevocably vanished.

Cai Shanjun and Liu Yanqi both received the blessing of the original text in that battle.

Bathed in blood, they finally assisted the Cave God in defeating the ancient statue of the Ghost King.

Afterwards, Cai Shanjun found Zhuge Guqin and allowed the cave spirit to reside in it, thus preserving a bit of his vitality.

"Old Liu was injured on his right eyebrow bone by a shard of the Ghost King's wine glass, and almost blinded his right eye."

Cai Shanjun said, "He has developed a problem now. Whenever the Ghost King shows any signs of regaining his divine power, his right eye hurts terribly."

“We had suspected before that the Ghost King’s recovery might be related to the capital, and after receiving the message from you, we are now completely certain.”

Cai Shanjun stirred the air again, and as soon as the zither music started, the silvery-white image disappeared.

This renowned scholar-general could hardly conceal the anger in his eyes, and his voice was deep.

"Three gods stand side by side!"

"I think the Cao family has gone mad. Greed has completely blinded their minds, and they actually want to control the ghosts and gods by increasing their number."

Cai Shanjun gritted his teeth and said, "If there are only the Five Witches, it means war and death, and misfortune caused by windfall gains. They need to resist the influence of ghosts and gods. They just need to try to restrain their desire to recklessly raise troops and slaughter and plunder."

"At least there is a clear direction for the struggle."

"However, if one is close to three spirits at the same time, over time, various different divine tendencies will envelop the person."

"Even if you want to get rid of the influence of ghosts and gods, you don't know which direction to adjust yourself in."

“Trying to counter it will only lead to another trap, and if this continues, it will inevitably spread its poison far and wide, causing endless harm.”

Chu Tianshu had anticipated this.

After all, he lived in his hometown and had read a lot of information about ghosts and spirits.

The Cao family believed that with the three gods existing side by side, they would always restrain each other, but that was nothing but wishful thinking.

If humans are around them and constantly try to use their power, then their influence will eventually be directed at the humans.

Chu Tianshu had finished eating the flower cake, folded up the oil paper in his hand, and took out the mask that he had casually hung on his waist earlier.

"I have an idea."

(End of this chapter)