Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 343 Which big man are you?

"Hello, Minister Han."

Takagi sat in the courtyard and answered a phone call.

"What news... Oh, we definitely didn't do this. You know our sect's principles. We would never change them halfway through to something like the Seven Stars. That's a major taboo in missionary development."

“Now I can make money even while lying down. I’m too old to do anything anymore, so this must be a new group.”

Takagi laughed heartily, exchanged a few pleasantries with the person on the other end, and then hung up the phone.

Under the sun, the leader of the Night Cult appeared somewhat taciturn, closing his eyes to rest without opening them, and said, "Didn't you cultivate good relationships with the government officials? Why is it that whenever something happens, they immediately think of you?"

“My friendship with Minister Han is very fruitful every year, and I have enough means to make them dare not give up this relationship.”

Takagi said, "This person doesn't really suspect me. It's just that, out of all the sects in Busan, only my One Word Spiritual Cult has been rooted in this city since its inception. So he wants to ask me if I have any clues about this matter."

The Night Cult Leader nodded slightly.

"Although bat poison has great benefits, it can also cause significant changes in a person's habits, such as aversion to sunlight, so it should not be used excessively."

"But I still have some formulas for elixirs and poisons. When I have time in the future, I will gather all the materials and use the secret medicine to control these people in the open as well."

As he said this, he suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Someone has already found the messenger of the divine bat who went out to cause trouble; he exudes a strong aura of malevolence."

Takagi exclaimed in surprise, "So fast?! Someone so vicious isn't easy to work with, is he?"

"This person did not directly ask the messenger of the divine bat for directions."

The Night Cult Leader said, "Either they also have the same sincerity to cooperate, or they have excellent insight and can see that the Divine Bat Messenger has an unusual physique, so they can only ask the Messenger to lead the way voluntarily."

"In either case, it shows that he is rational."

Leader Ye Ming waved his sleeves.

"You should leave here first; I'll receive him in this courtyard."

Takagi nodded and immediately got up to leave.

The Night Cult Leader lingered in this hillside villa for too long, absorbing a deep aura. Even if the cult leader went elsewhere to meet with others...

If the other party has actually met the cult leader, they might be able to find this place later by relying on a similar aura.

On the contrary, Takagi, being a real human, did not have such a distinct cultivation level or aura. By concealing his abilities and leaving on his own initiative, he was not easily tracked.

The headquarters of the One Word Spiritual Cultivation Society is not located in this hillside villa. He has hidden himself in his own secret lair, which is extremely well concealed.

The Lord of Nightlight sat silently for a moment in the courtyard corridor, facing the sunlight.

His name contained the character "Ming," which was already a taboo subject in the Qing Dynasty.

Back when he was in the Luo Zu Cult, he either called himself the Night Cult Leader or humbly referred to himself as the Bat Mage.

This restraint of his brilliance was the right thing to do, but after he achieved great success in his cultivation, he felt as if it had become a kind of shackle.

Even though he had mastered the "Divine Bat Rebirth Technique" to perfection, he was still only at the level of night, only able to absorb the essence of moonlight, and unable to reach the "Bright Bat" realm, which could also absorb the essence of sunlight.

Although he was chosen by the grotto-heaven, he broke through the taboo and pondered deeply and clearly for hundreds of years, intermittently.

Even in daylight, one can sense the signs of the moonlight settling from the past. Borrowing the essence of moonlight is effortless, but it still doesn't feel quite right.

"Would deliberately being more flamboyant and displaying a bold and responsible attitude change my mindset?"

The Night Cult Leader pondered in his heart.

The potential of different evil spirits varies greatly.

If, upon transforming into the master of a grotto-heaven, one can leverage this momentum to transform into an evil spirit capable of absorbing even the essence of sunlight, their future achievements will be limitless.

The Night Cult Leader slowly rose, took a few steps forward, and was completely exposed to the sunlight. He then waved his sleeves.

A gust of wind pulled open the gold-painted iron gate.

"Haha, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar! Please come in!"

Not far from the door, the red-eyed youth, who was the messenger of the divine bat, was wearing a hat and walking over, looking rather uncomfortable in the sunlight.

The young man behind the envoy had eyes as black as lacquer, a pale face, and rosy lips. His hair, as black as ink, swayed slightly in the wind, yet possessed an eerie vitality.

It's as if every hair is alive, ready to be devoured by the wind at any moment.

The Lord of Night's Light had already seen this person through the messenger's vision, but now that he had witnessed him in person, he could better understand the chilling aura he felt.

The evil aura emanating from this person, though seemingly faint and illusory in its individual strands, was so numerous and complex that it formed an astonishing, intangible, and unpredictable presence.

"You are the cult leader?"

The man passed the guiding messenger, walked towards the gate, and smiled.

The moment he stepped through the gate, the malevolent aura emanating from him suddenly subsided considerably, and his smile appeared to be one of simple joy.

Looking at this person again, one's attention is no longer drawn to his face, but rather to his clothing.

It seems like he's just a modern young man who doesn't often sunbathe, out for a picnic.

The Night Light Cult Leader became even more cautious, and smiled, "I am a successor of the Luo Cult, my Dharma name is Night Light. May I ask your guidance, brother?"

"So you're from the Luo Cult."

Chu Tianshu said, "I don't have such a prominent religious background as you, but I am from the same generation as your sect's founder."

“In the southeastern part of the Ming Dynasty, I was once somewhat famous, and people called me Tian Jushi.”

"Unfortunately, I don't like to show off, and I don't have many famous deeds. I'm afraid my name won't be recorded in history."

The Night Light Cult Leader laughed and said, "You seem to be indifferent to fame and fortune, but you are also a person who is determined to cultivate. Otherwise, you would never have such a foundation. Please come in quickly."

He led Chu Tianshu into the courtyard and casually waved his sleeve at the messenger.

The messenger's arms cracked and popped, then suddenly twisted back to their normal joint range. The blood in his body writhed on his skin like red earthworms, visible from the back of his hands to his neck.

In this way, not only are the broken bones set, but the muscles and blood vessels are also restored, saving the need for rest.

This isn't some kind of medical skill, but rather the Night Cult Leader's ability to manipulate the blood within this messenger at will.

"The cult leader has some impressive methods."

Chu Tianshu sat down at the tea table without any ceremony, turned his head and looked at the scene, "In this foreign land, you've already produced obedient servants so quickly."

"It's a pity that my incense-bearing servant is so useless. Among the common knowledge he shared with me, there wasn't even any local language. I had to rely on a translator to communicate with the locals."

The Night Cult Leader's eyes flickered slightly. It sounded like the other party's incense-offering attendant was likely a tourist from out of town…

"You don't need to think about it anymore."

Chu Tianshu picked up an orange from the table, peeled it as he said, “My incense-offering attendant is now sitting right in front of you.”

The Night Cult Leader was slightly surprised and looked Chu Tianshu up and down: "You directly possessed your own incense-collecting attendant?"

Although the Lord of Nightlight is an evil spirit, he still has a physical body and must use his corrupted physical body to unleash his full power.

If this person is an evil spirit without a physical body, yet was chosen as one of the Seven Souls of the Cave Heaven, he must be a person with extremely high comprehension, enough to make up for the deficiency of not having a physical body.

However, the lack of a physical body remains a major drawback that cannot be ignored.

The Night Cult Leader thought of many things in an instant, then waved his hand dismissively, signaling the messenger to wait outside.

While Chu Tianshu appeared to be peeling an orange, he was thinking just as much as the other person.

His gaze wasn't entirely focused on the oranges, but rather glanced sideways at the table and then swept across the floor.

He looked at the courtyard, which had been imbued with the other party's aura, and tried to figure out the other party's methods.

If you draw your sword on the spot, can you win immediately? Can you guarantee that your opponent won't be able to escape?
Hmm, let's stabilize things here first, and then notify Chen Ying.

As they each had a fleeting thought, the messenger had already stepped outside, pulled up his hat, and tried to completely block out the sunlight.

Suddenly a dark shadow appeared, completely shielding him from the sun's heat.

The envoy looked up in astonishment.

Click! !

A large hand gripped his neck, its five fingers tightening.

The messenger's neck was broken, not twisted, but gripped.

With sheer grip strength, it bursts as easily as squeezing a blood pack made of plastic.

Blood splattered on the iron gate, and just as the head was about to fall, it was caught by the uninvited guest's other hand, as if he were holding up a wine jar.

"who?!"

The Night Cult Leader was standing not far inside the door. He hadn't had time to protect his subordinate, and he was furious. He spread his arms and shot out sonic waves from his mouth.

The sound waves he emitted were peculiar, not ordinary sound waves; they were concentric rings that spread outwards.

It resembled a chaotic, semi-transparent ripple, fan-shaped, rushing outwards.

It is clearly a sound wave, but it exceeds the speed at which normal sound travels through the air.

Buzz!
The headless corpse of the messenger exploded on the spot, turning into hundreds of blood bats that pounced on the murderer.

The uninvited guest was a robust middle-aged man, tall and over 1.9 meters, with a high forehead, a long and thin face, a half-foot-long black beard, and large earlobes.

He wore a white suit with a snow-white fur-trimmed overcoat, the kind of clothes you'd only wear in the dead of winter.

The blood bats pounced on the man, but instead of staining his white clothes red, they transformed into invisible sound waves that burrowed into his body.

This move caught Chu Tianshu's eye.

What amazing skill!
The Night Light Cult Leader's technique actually allows invisible sound waves and alien poison blood to transform into each other.

Since ancient times, those who practice poison techniques, if the poison is liquid, will find it difficult to accelerate to a point where even experts of the same level cannot dodge it.

Those who practice sonic wave techniques will find it difficult to maintain higher lethality if they want to maximize the penetrability of their techniques.

However, if sound waves and poisonous blood can be transformed into each other.

Once sound waves penetrate the human body, they transform into tangible poisonous blood, and their lethality is self-evident.

The white-clad man had been poisoned by the sonic waves, and even though he was wearing thick clothes, it was obvious that rats were crawling under the skin of his chest and arms.

The bulge even seemed to move down his neck toward his face, but got stuck at his chin, appearing deformed and swollen.

The man didn't seem to care, and just looked at the upside-down head in his left hand and spat.

"You escaped to the seaside and hid in the iron box. You didn't even wait for me to appear before moving again, forcing me to lick the scent and chase you all the way here."

After speaking, the man in white dropped the severed head in his hand and turned his gaze toward the Night Cult Leader.

He was tall, so to see the Night Lord, he had to lower his head slightly and tuck his chin in.

The swollen bumps on his neck actually shrank back when he pressed his chin down.

Both Chu Tianshu and the Night Bright Cult Leader sensed it.

This person didn't use anything else; he simply relied on his physical strength to dilute and digest the poisonous blood that had invaded his body.

The toxic blood appeared in his blood vessels, not his stomach, but this person seemed to have digestive abilities even in his blood vessels.

The Nightfall Cult Leader solemnly asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you pull that stunt to find allies? Did I misunderstand you?"

The man in white spread his arms wide, palms outstretched, and said, "The founding emperor of the Great Han Dynasty has come to form an alliance with you. Why are you not going to welcome him?"

Upon hearing this title, the leader of the Night Cult's cheek twitched involuntarily, and his eyes gleamed strangely.

Chu Tianshu frowned and popped a segment of orange into his mouth.

“There are no traces of anything from before the Tang Dynasty at the Dongtian site, let alone people from the early Han Dynasty.”

Chu Tianshu crushed all the orange seeds with his teeth, glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and said, "You said you were Liu Bang?"

The man in white laughed loudly, "I will not change my name or surname, I am Liu Yan!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Tianshu suddenly realized and said, "Oh, the Southern Han."

Liu Yan, the founding emperor of the Southern Han dynasty during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

Although Yan Xing was intelligent and eloquent, he was fond of cruelty and abuse, even resorting to tortures such as branding, disemboweling, cutting off tongues, and pouring water down the nose. The people of the area lived as if they were sitting on a furnace.

They indulged in extravagance, building jade halls and pearl palaces adorned with gold, jade, and kingfisher feathers. When merchants traveled to their country, they boasted of their magnificence. They would often tell the northerners that their family originated from Qin and they were ashamed to be the rulers of barbarians!

The territory ruled by Liu Yan was about five times the size of South Goryeo.

However, many strange things happened to him in his later years, such as frequently ordering people to inflict cruel torture on him in the palace.

As the hammer smashed and the saw cut, and minced meat flew everywhere, Liu Yan actually drooled and laughed heartily.

People were terrified, regarding it as a dragon! A monster!
(End of this chapter)