Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 83 Should I avoid its sharp edge? Sister, open the altar! Call for reinforcements!

"The captain has given the order: the swords will not be sheathed today!"

Burn it all! Kill it all! Loot it all!

After the gentry faction withdrew in large numbers, the Five Peaks Banner and the Mountain and Sea Society had already cleaned up Yuegang inside and out several times.

Although they all knew it was impossible to completely eliminate them, the sudden appearance of so many Japanese pirates was still far beyond their expectations.

In fact, even the Japanese pirates themselves didn't know what the "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" talisman their leader had brought out actually was.

All I knew was that I had brazenly "sneaked" into Moon Harbor.

Whether it was the various aquatic guardian spirits swimming in the outer sea, the "Grand Master" mirages that filled the harbor, or the Baoshan beacon tower with a senior official in charge, they all ignored them.

As soon as the signal was given, they immediately charged out en masse, with a force of 800 men spreading out in all directions throughout the entire Moon Harbor.

This was definitely considered a large force by the Japanese.

After all, in the great battle that just took place on Yingzhou Island last year, the allied forces of the three lords, Aragaki, Amano, and Yoshikawa, numbered only 2500.

A group of organized elite troops, disguised as Japanese soldiers, rushed towards the coastal defense fortress centered on Baoshan Beacon Tower, intending to destroy the cannons and rip out the teeth of this port city.

Another group of ronin, who were just there to make up the numbers, roared as they charged toward the mansions, banks, and shops of wealthy families, looting their valuables.

The antique street, where nearly half the shops are owned by the surname Wang, was naturally not left out either.

The staff at Fenglinzhai jumped up the moment they heard the alarm bell.

Zhao Jinbao, the head servant, had gone through many trials and tribulations with his master. He quickly organized all the servants to guard all the doors and windows.

"The unwritten rules of the profession of Chaofenglang."

A person may die, but the things pawned by the customer must not be lost!

"We are lowly and powerless, unable to manage other matters, but if you want to take Curry's things, you must step over us."

He held a yaksha staff with copper rings in his hand and personally guarded the main gate.

I was just about to peek through a crack in the door to see what was happening outside.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the gate was smashed open by the Japanese soldiers using a pillar that had been torn down from somewhere.

Just as he dodged the wide-open door, a powerful slash came crashing down on his head.

"Ha, Thousand Rock Collapse Sho!"

Although the old man had not been able to ignite the light of his heart, he had practiced the Yaksha staff for decades and instinctively raised his long staff to block the vertical slash.

Even if he was unwilling to admit defeat, he was still an old man, and his physical strength was far less than when he was young. He was slashed by the Japanese pirate and lost his balance. He staggered backward, leaving his hands wide open.

The Japanese pirates who stormed in didn't change their tactics; they grinned maliciously and prepared to slash down again.

A cold light flashed.

A line of blood first appeared on the neck of the Japanese pirate who had raised his sword high above his head, and then his entire head and both arms fell to the ground.

Zhao Jinbao, who almost fell to the ground, was steadily supported by a hand.

"Master Zhao, please rest. Let me take care of things here."

Wang Cheng walked past him and his men, brandishing his sword, and then charged towards a small group of Japanese pirates outside the door with a flourish of his blade.

Just as a group of Japanese pirates roared and rushed towards him, he flipped his palm and produced a red incense bead. He then used the "burning incense method," a unique skill from the [Divine Incense Manual], to blow on it forcefully.

A single incense bead quickly burned out, and the white incense mist transformed into several flower-scattering celestial maidens, who sprinkled petals from their hands to envelop each Japanese pirate.

This fragrance is called "The Fragrance of the Imperial Concubine's Tent".

As the name suggests, it is a precious incense used in the inner chambers of a woman's boudoir. It can enhance pleasure and make one feel like they are floating on air. The more familiar the two people are with each other, the better the effect.

The Japanese soldiers' eyes immediately turned pink when they looked at their companions, and their swords became limp and powerless.

Wang Cheng had already cut down the enemy from the front to the back of the column like the wind, without sustaining a single injury, while seven or eight Japanese pirates who had been standing frozen in place all fell to the ground in pools of blood with a "plop plop".

Even the corpses are not wasted; they are all sold using the "Four Seas Treasure" system, turning them into personal wealth.

Meanwhile, sounds of fighting and crying could be heard coming from one of his shops on the other side of the street.

However, another group of Japanese pirates rushed into the antique street, broke open a door, and the black lacquered door was tilted to one side.

"You bastard! The money spent on repairing the door was all my money."

Wang Cheng was not afraid of being shot at. Holding a black lacquered bow used by the Zhao army, he used the eaves for leverage and leaped onto the wall of Fenglinzhai.

With his bow drawn and arrow nocked, his mental eye allowed him to easily lock onto any target within a hundred meters in the pitch-black night.

call out!
One of the Japanese attackers was still laughing with his mouth open when an arrow shot towards him pierced through his mouth and exited through the back of his head, killing him instantly.

The sound of arrows cutting through the air echoed repeatedly in the darkness, each one hitting its mark.

One by one, the bandits, whether real or fake Japanese, collapsed to the ground before they could even find the enemy.

They no longer cared about attacking the inner courtyard gate.

One of the leaders shouted for his men to gather and rush out, wanting to gamble on whether Wang Cheng's arrows were faster or they could outrun their companions.

It turns out that guns are actually the fastest!
He had just run out when he was ambushed by Zhang Wen and a group of Wang Cheng's loyal guards, who had gathered in advance.

boom! boom! boom!
After a volley of shots from the three-barreled muskets, which resembled popping beans, they all fell to the ground.

But more Japanese emerged from the darkness.

"Brothers, follow me and kill! Our principle is no prisoners."

Wang Cheng continued to lead his men to meet them, not caring whether they were from the Great Zhao or the Japanese; since they had come all this way, he would kill them all.

"Fourth Master, count us in too."

"Brothers, help Fourth Master defend our homeland!" The surrounding large shops and wealthy families were not all pushovers; they all sent men to join his ranks, keeping the fierce Japanese outside the long street.

Meanwhile, bloody battles broke out throughout the city.

The large number of Japanese soldiers who were sent in under the guise of "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" was indeed unexpected.

Not everyone is as prepared as Wang Cheng, and even if they are prepared, they may not have the strength to deal with the crisis.

At this moment, the profound truth that ordinary people have no choice when disaster strikes is fully embodied.

However, the occasional orders from Shen Yuting, the Commander-in-Chief of Yuegang and a high-ranking official, carried on the wind, greatly reassuring the people:
"Team A is going to provide support in Zhuma Lane."

"The T-team and the G-team went to Battery No. 7. The number of Japanese soldiers was about thirty."

"Team B"

Originally, a mere eight hundred Japanese could only stir up a temporary storm and could not shake the defenses of Yuegang.

The more crucial issue is that as the residents of Yuegang and the Japanese died, the bloody stench of the slaughter fell like sparks into the already boiling pot of willpower.

The evil spirits roaming the city began to riot!
dong dong dong.
The doors of each household were being knocked on, and anyone who dared to open the door would be immediately taken away by the evil spirit known as "Ghost Knocking on the Door."

A black rat, bigger than an ox, known as the "cat-eating rat," roams in the shadows, and anyone it encounters born in the Year of the Tiger will be devoured in one bite.

A group of Japanese heard hurried footsteps behind them that made their hearts pound. When they turned around, they found no one there, only a pair of embroidered shoes walking behind them.

As soon as you see it, you're forced to run along with its rhythm, and then you can't stop until you run yourself to death.
Evil forces erupted simultaneously, indiscriminately attacking everyone in the city.

At the end of the antique street, two "frozen bones" quietly appeared, sitting together by a fire, and a cold wind suddenly blew through the entire street.

It must be said that the combination of Japanese people and evil spirits arranged by Pu Shouying played its due role.

The various factions of the civilian faction in the harbor were preoccupied with their own problems, and the fleet that had left the harbor and the coastal defense positions were struggling to cope. The situation in the harbor was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

The defenses built by the Mountain and Sea Association could be breached at any time.

Head steward Zhao Jinbao pulled back Wang Cheng, who was covered in blood and still wanted to charge out, and earnestly advised him:

"Fourth Young Master, the evil spirits are powerful. Perhaps we should guard the gates and avoid their sharp edge for now."

Your being alive is more important than anything else.

Wang Cheng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:
Should I avoid its sharp edge?

Turning back to look at A'xiao, who appeared at the entrance of Fenglinzhai like a water lily, he said to her:
"Sister Axiao, it's time."

Today, the temple keeper was dressed very differently from usual, wearing a white cloak that covered him completely from head to toe.

Clearly, she has a special mission tonight.

He nodded upon hearing this:

“Alright, the gentry faction’s conspiracy has been completely exposed. Once they’ve played the evil spirit card, they can’t take it back. Let’s go to the Octagonal Pavilion to set up an altar to counter it.”

At this moment, Shen Yuting, who had been stationed at Baoshan Beacon Tower, also received an order through the Eight Directions Ascending Wind Pavilion Bureau:

"Fugui, Axiao, Team Bing has just cleared the main street. You two immediately move into your designated positions and prepare to wipe out the evil spirits in one fell swoop."

By now, the gentry faction has no chance to change their tactics.

"Yes!"

Wang Cheng arranged for guards along the antique street and led his personal guards to protect Yun Xiao as they headed straight for the Octagonal Tower in the city center.

As they passed by the two "frozen corpses," the two seventh-rank officials simply swept their bodies with their burning pure yang life fire, turning them to ashes.

At this moment, there was less than an hour left before the deadline for completing the Dragon Robe crafting technique.

They fought off Japanese pirates and monsters along the way, successfully entering the Octagonal Tower, which is also the key point of the "Eight Directions Ascending to the Pavilion Formation".

All eight ship captains have left, leaving only a few guards from the Five Peaks Banner stationed here.

The others stayed on the lower level, while Wang Cheng followed A Xiao to the top floor, where they quickly set up an altar.

Yunxiao kicked off her embroidered shoes and stepped onto the altar with her bare, snow-white feet. A string of silver bells on her left ankle jingled melodiously.

He removed his cloak, revealing a magnificent red and blue sacrificial robe.

Then he put on a hideous black mask, concealing his exquisitely beautiful face, burned a prayer, and slowly spoke:

"The affairs of the living world are managed by the living world, and the affairs of the dead world are managed by ghosts and gods."

"May the Heavenly Princess be merciful! May all your generals respond to this cry and protect all living beings!"

The voice just fell.

Directly opposite the Octagonal Pavilion, the Tianfei Temple, which had been polluted and sealed off atop the Baoshan Beacon Tower, has once again radiated a soaring spiritual light, blending together with the [Eight Directions Ascending to the Wind Pavilion] deeply rooted in Yuegang.

A-Xiao spun around, her skirt billowing, and one foot rose like a crescent moon. Then, she gracefully began to dance a Nuo dance.

At the same time, he began to sing "The Twelve Great Nuo Witches' Tunes," a song whose content was completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.

At first, it sounded like swallows singing in the courtyard and a clear spring flowing, but then it became menacing and chilling:

"Jia eats evil, Jiwei eats tiger, Xiongbo eats demon, Tengjian eats misfortune. All twelve gods chase evil and wickedness, ravage your body, tear your trunk, dismember your flesh, and extract your lungs and intestines."

"You mustn't leave immediately; the rest will be our provisions!"

Ring ring ring.
When she performs the sacrificial dance, her red skirt billows up, and the silver bells on her fair ankles ring out with each stomp of her feet, blending with the rhythm of her hands to create a strange melody.

The singing, the ringing of bells, and the sound of footsteps rose and fell together, solemn and sacred yet with an indescribable ethereal quality, instantly ascending to the heavens.

Gradually, with head shaking, arm swinging, and dancing, the person transformed into a delicate puppet devoid of a soul, being manipulated by an invisible hand to sing and dance.

The unique Nuo steps she performed were eerie, beautiful, and tragically alluring; even knowing the inside story, Wang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, Ah Xiao appeared to be shaking her head, but in reality, she was calling for someone.

The harder you shake, the more aggressively you invite them!
(End of this chapter)