Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 450 Enemies Everywhere, Friends from All Over the World

Chu Tianshu reached out and grabbed him from a distance.

A surge of internal force enveloped the Fire Tree Monk, pulling him out and holding him in its hand.

The monk's limbs were weak and his bones ached. His face was covered in cold sweat. He suddenly said, "I shouldn't have run away. If I hadn't, I could have fought a couple more rounds."

Chu Tianshu glanced at the ascetic in surprise.

Speaking of which, on the eve of the explosion of half of Zheng Tianchang's body, he still thought of pulling strings. Although he was shocked, he did not show any ugly behavior of kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Even when Yang Zhenyi was half-dead, he was still able to plan for future generations.

The monk in front of us was the same; even after being beaten like this, he calmed down again in just a short while.

Could it be because of their dedication to martial arts, which instills in them a strong and courageous spirit, resulting in a generally more formidable mental state?
Chu Tianshu couldn't help but think of that evil god follower from India, and secretly shook his head.

Internal energy cultivation is much more inclusive; even someone like that can break through taboos if pushed by an evil god.

When the caravan members saw Chu Tianshu carrying the monk back, they were all at a loss.

That battle just ended way too quickly.

Such a powerful ascetic was utterly defeated in the blink of an eye!
They did not yet know whether Chu Tianshu was friend or foe, but they knew that if this person also wanted to be an enemy of the caravan.

Even if they risked their lives, they probably wouldn't be able to hinder this person in the slightest.

The motorized carriage remained completely silent, not daring to move rashly.

"Now you can answer me."

Chu Tianshu said, "Why are you fighting in front of my city gate?"

He shook the monastic headdress in his hand. "You go first."

Just as Huoshu Toutuo was about to gather some strength, it was scattered by him. He felt empty and lost, which was worse than death. He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

“I’ve told you the truth, so just give me a quick death. I’ve come for the Mountain King’s Divine Drum…”

The ascetic briefly recounted the origins of the divine drum and its reappearance in Zhenla (Cambodia).

Cheng Xin also arrived at this time, walked out of the city gate, and went to Chu Tianshu's side.

"The drum of the Mountain King Monk?"

Cheng Xin stroked his beard and pondered, "There are indeed quite a few legends about this drum."

"There is a saying that seventeen years ago, when the Mountain King Monk was dying, he had already figured out a fatal flaw in the Crimson Emperor's martial arts."

"Even though the Mountain King is dead, as long as someone can get that drum, they can still exploit that weakness."

"Therefore, it was only seven years ago that the Mountain King's eldest disciple dared to challenge the Crimson Emperor."

Cheng Xin shook his head and said, "However, the internal strife within the Mountain King's sect was quite fierce, which led to the drum being stolen by a fellow disciple on the eve of the duel, resulting in the Mountain King's eldest disciple being killed tragically within thirty moves."

"In my opinion, this is just the Tibetans trying to glorify themselves. The mountain king himself has been defeated, and all that's left is a drum. What can he possibly accomplish?"

Chu Tianshu nodded to himself.

He didn't think that a drum could be the decisive factor in defeating Hai Donglai.

However, when he saw the motorized carriage, he hesitated a little.

The current state of the art of military spirit in this world is quite mysterious.

That drum could provoke such a fierce battle among several experts; perhaps there really is something special about it?

Huoshu Toutuo then argued, saying, "Hai Donglai is also a human being."

"He is 147 years old. Seventeen years ago, he was 130 years old."

"Can someone this old really completely heal the near-death injuries he suffered back then? I think he might not even be as good as he was seventeen years ago now."

As the monk spoke, his breathing quickened and his eyes seemed to burn with wildfire.

"If I could obtain this divine drum and find an opportunity to kill Hai Donglai, then across the five lakes and four seas, throughout the world, which country would not know my name?"

Chu Tianshu said calmly, "I think you're courting death."

"Everyone must die eventually. I, the ascetic, have cultivated to this point and I know that I can never be the best in the world in martial arts."

"But if I could kill Hai Donglai, who in this world could match that feat..." Huoshu Toutuo said longingly.

Chu Tianshu shook him again, making him dizzy and pale.

Even his lips and teeth were trembling, and he couldn't say the rest of the words.

Cheng Xin said, "Grand Uncle, I'm afraid there are quite a few delusional people like this monk in the world."

That was, after all, the highest mountain of martial arts in the world, standing there for over a hundred years.

From the top martial arts master in Chang'an to the top martial arts master in the Tang Dynasty, travel became more convenient as martial arts developed.

Today, Hai Donglai is undoubtedly the most renowned warrior among all nations, without exception.

How many people want to try and see if they can take down this mountain?
However, some people want to defeat him in martial arts, while others are willing to do anything. "I think the people who really want him dead are not just those who have aspirations in martial arts."

Although Chu Tianshu only had a rough understanding of the current situation in the Tang Dynasty, he could tell that there were many people both inside and outside the Tang Dynasty who felt that Hai Donglai's existence was blocking their path.

"Hai Donglai, Hai Donglai, over a hundred years have passed, and you've let yourself become like this. I suppose you are now..."

Chu Tianshu paused, recalling the red-clad man who, despite not having known him for very long, had given him his entire collection.

Cheng Xin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this.

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Tianshu suddenly laughed.

"You must be very happy now."

He was revered by all, yet everyone around him was an enemy.

Even an honest person like Chu Tianshu would feel a surge of excitement and a sense of well-being just thinking about such an interesting situation.

Besides, there's that abnormal guy, Hai Donglai.

Cheng Xin was stunned. Looking at Chu Tianshu, who was laughing more and more happily, he accidentally plucked out several of his own beard hairs.

"Grand Uncle, you...this..."

"Nothing, I just remembered something funny."

After Chu Tianshu finished laughing, he tossed the monk aside and looked at the mechanical carriage.

"Do the two of you in the car have anything to add or correct regarding what this monk just said?"

The carriage fell silent for a moment, and small wooden blocks on the tortoise shell began to move, revealing a portal.

The two people inside the car jumped out.

In Li Chenxiang's hands, he was also holding a sandalwood box.

"General Cheng."

Su Xian and Cheng Xin had met a few times before. As soon as Su Xian got out of the car, he bowed to Cheng Xin, and when he looked at Chu Tianshu, he was very respectful.

Anyone whom Cheng Xin calls his great-uncle must be someone whose strength and status would likely leave the caravan with no room for resistance.

It's also possible... there's no need to resist.

"There's only one thing that needs to be corrected."

Su Xian said, "We are sending this drum to Chang'an not only because the Zhenla Kingdom cannot destroy this treasure and we need to find someone in Chang'an to destroy it."

"Moreover, we want to dedicate this treasure to Elder Hai."

"If this treasure can truly point out the flaw in your work, then perhaps you will have a way to remedy this flaw, prolong your life, and ensure the longevity of our Great Tang Dynasty."

When Su Xian said this, his eyes shone brightly, and everyone could see the sincerity in them.

His form of address is also quite subtle.

Foreigners often referred to Hai Donglai as the Red Emperor, while those who hated him used other names, and those who revered him mostly called him Prince.

Su Xian addressed him as "senior" not as a polite formality, but as a very serious address, as if addressing a teacher or mentor.

The crimson starry sky, though guiding all beings equally, still makes a great difference between those with renowned teachers and those without.

When Su Xian was young, he was just a commoner with no way to study. As for the so-called imperial examinations, that was something that people like him didn't have any chance of doing.

After Hai Donglai rebuilt the Tang Dynasty, he submitted a memorial claiming that the reason why there were frequent military uprisings in the country was that those conscripted into the army were all adults and difficult to educate.

We should establish civil and military schools in various places, encourage private schools, and provide subsidies to cultivate people from a young age so that there will be more loyal and patriotic individuals.

Many officials in the court today have risen through this path, being selected at each level.

Although Su Xian did not pursue an official career, he was a military officer, which enabled him to borrow his first capital when he started his business.

He could not forget that he had received six years of instruction in a private school run by an old guard, which laid a solid foundation for his current achievements.

Facing Chu Tianshu, Li Chenxiang felt a little nervous. After calming himself down, he said, "In the past sixty years, the Red Emperor has been alive, and wars have been difficult to break out. He has protected more than just the Tang Dynasty."

"That's why I was determined to leave Zhenla and participate in this escort mission."

Chu Tianshu stared at the two of them, and after a moment, he raised his gaze slightly.

Clear skies with white clouds, and distant green mountains.

Some people feel that a sword hanging over their heads has blocked their path.

But there are still many people in the world who do not like turmoil or the flames of war, but only love this clear sky and beautiful landscape, and are content to cultivate their land.

"Ha! Hahahaha..."

Chu Tianshu laughed again.

(End of this chapter)