Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 346 Divine Spear Enters the Mountain
"W-what Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear?"

The host murmured twice, reacted quickly, and immediately put on a smiling face.

"We're broadcasting live on television, exploring ancient weapons. Sir, you seem to know a lot about this weapon. Could you tell us about it?"

"live streaming?"

The man's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned around and strode away.

The host hurriedly chased after them, and the cameraman followed closely behind.

Outside this small courtyard is a quiet, old street with few pedestrians.

The host was not slow at all, but as soon as he stepped out, he found that the man had already disappeared from sight.

"Damn...is this a ghost?"

The host was taken aback and almost blurted out a curse word, but managed to stop himself. He looked around but couldn't see any nearby alleyways where someone could hide.

The old collector followed him out, staring blankly at the street.

The host quickly added, "Oh, right, he took your collection, sir!"

"Yes, but..."

The old man hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping himself; it was unclear why.

He felt that leaving the gun with that man was the best outcome he could hope for.

Cold weapons exude their full charm, just like that!

The man, who had left the camera's view, walked swiftly with a weapon in his hand, weaving through the streets and alleys.

He did not hide in a sly or stealthy manner.

But as he strode along, he happened to pass through the areas where the shadows were heaviest and where pedestrians had no view.

Sometimes, if the street is completely open and bright, he can cross it in a single step, as fast as a shadow.

Carrying such a conspicuous long weapon, he walked through the city without attracting the attention of any passersby.

Busan has many waters, islands, and mountains.

The man walked straight to the jungle and grassland at the foot of a low hill, then leaned his long gun against a tree, picked up a cigarette with a troubled expression, and took a deep drag.

He walked far away, and while he didn't inhale much of his cigarette, a significant portion was blown away by the wind; it was almost completely burned out.

After that one puff, the flame was almost touching the mouthpiece.

Just then, his phone rang, and he took it out to check.

Caller ID: Incompetent apprentice (Choi Doo-il).

"Master, a friend just said they saw you on TV?"

The voice on the phone was that of a young man with a slightly high pitch.

The man said helplessly, "I just went to the explosion site to take a look, but I didn't find any traces. So I'm going to wander around and see if I'll get lucky and run into someone I can temporarily become an ally for.

"As a result, I felt the weapon to which I had poured the most effort."

Aren't all programs that use live streaming as a front for deception? Why is this program so honest?

Are you going to try your luck?

Choi Doo-il said incredulously, "You've never won when you play card games with us."

Yun Gu grumbled, "Tsk, how can luck at the card table represent everything?"

"Ok."

Choi Doo-il sighed, "But didn't you return to your country in your later years? Why did you leave your favorite weapon in Goryeo?"

Yun Gu didn't speak immediately, but looked at the gun.

The red-lacquered, black-bladed spear leaned against a tree.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the gun barrel, resembling bloodstains.

"Sometimes, bloody battle achievements can't outweigh cunning."

Yun Gu said in a low voice, "Back then, something disgusting happened in the army. Although it didn't happen to my Shenji Battalion, I was still disheartened when I heard about it."

"In a moment of despair, I threw the Breaking Formation Spear... off the cliff."

Cui Douri asked, "Is it about the last remnants of Qi Jiguang's army who were owed wages for too long and were eventually tricked and killed by Ming soldiers?" Yun Gu was taken aback: "You rascal, how do you know about this?"

"With you as my mentor, of course I need to learn about that period of history."

Choi Doo-il said seriously, "But even if you're disheartened and don't want to fight anymore, you can sell the gun for money. It's such a waste to throw it away, isn't it?"

Yun Gu angrily said, "You bastard, all you ever think about is money, get out of here!"

Before he could hang up, there was a thud on the other end.

"Reporting to the general, it has already rolled once."

Cui Dou Ri's voice was clear and bright, then he said with concern, "Also, my two younger sisters came back early, and I'm trying to figure out how to get them to go on their trip again. Master, would you like to help me persuade them?"

"No."

Yun Gu said, "Even though I run fast, there's no guarantee that someone might happen to see the show and start tracking me from that courtyard."

"I'll wander around outside for a few days, and if no one finds me, I'll go back."

Cui Douri agreed: "Then, Master, please be careful."

Yun Gu hung up the phone, walked to the tree, and touched the gun barrel.

"What did the spear do wrong? I really shouldn't have thrown you away."

Not long after he returned to the Ming Dynasty, although he was promoted for his merits, he was too lazy to stay any longer and simply faked his death and retired to the mountains.

Unexpectedly, I was chosen by the cave.

After stepping into the forbidden realm, Yun Gu has only experienced intermittent periods of lucidity over the past few hundred years, but he has come to understand many things.

Since loyalty to the emperor and righteousness cannot be reconciled, then one should choose only one.

He was called Wanshou but could not live to be ten thousand years old; he was called Wanli but could not live to be ten thousand years old. The emperor died young, but his morality remains.

Yun Gu picked up his gun and headed into the mountains and forests.

By wandering around in the desolate mountains for a few days, one can disrupt and dilute one's aura, making one no longer afraid of being tracked.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Busan is such a small area, there are very few areas that can truly be called barren mountains.

Each hilltop has undergone some degree of development.

Yun Gu walked into the low mountain valley, and before he had gone far, he came across a large garbage dump.

It was just a large area roughly enclosed by wire mesh, filled with garbage.

There were more than a dozen abandoned cars, as well as various tattered synthetic fiber clothes and wires with their copper cores stripped off.

A stinky refrigerator, broken tires, a tricycle with rust through the bottom—it had everything, and even things it shouldn't have.

Yung Valley is located halfway up the mountain, upwind, and you can still smell the strange odor of the garbage dump.

He covered his nose, shook his head inwardly, and prepared to change his position, but suddenly stopped.

"They came so quickly."

Yun Gu turned to look into the woods. "Have the two of you already formed an alliance?"

"So, the explosion at the New World Mall this morning was orchestrated by one of you?"

His voice carried out, and the woods were silent for two or three seconds before a faint, ethereal female voice emerged.

"This general has misunderstood. Our alliance predates today's explosion by a considerable margin."

The woman's voice was elegant, with a soft, gentle tone typical of people from Jiangnan, making her sound like a noblewoman.

Yun Gu, however, was not at all careless. He could clearly sense the two menacing auras within the forest.

The silent one was merely fierce, but the one who was speaking had a strange aura and was an even greater enemy.

"There are certain taboos for generals, which cannot be ignored."

Yun Gu shook his head and flicked his spear.

"Today is indeed not an auspicious day for going out, but thankfully, this mountain isn't called Luoyun Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)