The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 260 Yanhuang Zhou Yan
Han Chinese, Zhou Yan...

Jiang Boyue, the great Han Dynasty...

Ah, I see.

Bi San's vision completely disappeared, and his soul vanished just like Ding Liu's before, scattered and gone. Zhou Yan sheathed his spear, and Kai Ming, seeing that Zhou Yan had killed this person in an instant, said, "Don't you want to ask about your identity?"

Zhou Yan held the spear in his hand and said, "First, I don't trust him."

"Secondly, my identity has already been determined."

The young Taoist priest thought of the glorious Han Dynasty and the magnificent Tang Dynasty, and he thought of Shen Cangming and Li Zhiwei...

Snapped!
Zhou Yan raised his hand and slapped his forehead, startling Lion Cat Head and Kai Ming: "Hey, what's wrong with you?!"

Kaiming was deeply worried: "Could it be that he finally went mad because he imitated Fuxi too closely?"

Zhou Yan was just wondering why, at this solemn and crucial moment, at this moment when his Dao heart was set on confirming his identity, the smiling face of that petite Miss Li would pop into his mind.

"If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky falls."

"So, in any case, it's enough for me to know that I am of the Yanhuang bloodline."

Kaiming stared at the young Taoist priest and suddenly asked, "What if your memories were actually faked, and you were given a fabricated memory and identity of the Yanhuang bloodline? What would you do?"

Zhou Yan pondered this carefully, as it involved the most fundamental yet most profound questions.

【who I am?
The young Taoist priest couldn't give the so-called correct answer to the question. In the end, he just laughed heartily and said, "Then, he's the idiot."

Screw it!

Kaiming smiled and said, "Interesting."

"Have……"

Then, Zhou Yan suddenly drew his gun and elbowed Kai Ming in the face, leaving him bruised and swollen: "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to elbow you, man!"

"I told you I hate riddlers the most, don't you?"

Kaiming's lips twitched. Looking at Zhou Yan, he could only reply, "I just felt that saying those two words at this time would make me look prestigious and classy."

"Just like Fuxi sometimes did."

"Are you imitating him?"

"Can't you?"

"Phew... I see. I was wondering why I suddenly wanted to give you a good thrashing. It turns out my own anti-Fuxi radar intuition activated." The young Taoist looked relaxed and then began to collect the corpses.

He then absorbed the flowing light from the fake Bai Ze book and condensed the jade talisman.

This time, the jade talisman, like the one formed when Ding Liu was killed, was composed of hazy white light. It was neither real nor solid, and was covered with dense cracks, making it seem illusory.

Zhou Yan is currently unsure how best to use this thing.

But no matter what, we'll get our hands on it first. One day, we'll figure out how to use it. As for the other things, we'll just hand them over to Kaiming. The white jade lion cat then nimbly found a comfortable spot on Zhou Yan's shoulder.

He stretched, lay down comfortably, and then cleared his throat.

"Damn it, cough cough, roar..."

"It's really uncomfortable to have my voice strained like that."

enlightened:"…………"

Kaiming, pretending not to see anything, averted his gaze without changing his expression.

He took the items, his expression unusually serious, and said, "We've killed enough and gathered enough intelligence. The goal now isn't to wait here for their leader to come and fight, kid."

Zhou Yan replied, "Yes, I know."

The flooding of Sichuan and the sacrifices of millions of people proved that the crisis in this place was no less severe than that in Zhongnan Mountain. However, one side relied on the power of the earth's veins, while the other side used the water system.

This time, however, Zhou Yan no longer had the support of those two thousand four hundred Daoist officials.

Without the Taoist Grand Ritual, it is impossible to summon the Taishan Guards, nor to draw upon the earth's veins to unleash the power of the Taishan Lord's true form. This calamity...

We must go to Qingcheng Mountain and contact the Taoist sect.

Then contact the master of Mount Emei and borrow the power of the earth's veins.

Zhou Yan reached out and, using his wind manipulation technique, brought over the package. Inside were two gourds, a talisman, and an imperial edict. Ao Xuantao would be leading Shen Cangming and the others across the less conspicuous Jialing River…

"Let's go, Zhou Yan."

"wait for me."

"Ha, what else do you want to do?"

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Although I don't have time to fight that so-called leader right now, it's only polite to reciprocate. I happen to have a traditional secret gift that Han people give to their enemies. I hope he will like it."

He raised his hand, and the spear in his palm emitted a steely roar like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

Zhou Yan walked towards the corpses.

The Bailong River, a tributary of the Jialing River, is turbulent and has extremely large waves.

Jia Qigong Xingxuan looked down at the waves with a grim expression. His guardian general held a divine bow and stood guard beside him. One after another, his avatars were dissipating on the water. Just now, they followed the trail, but the other party had directly hidden in the water palace.

They chased after them and fought fiercely. Because the opponent had the authority of the Water God, they had to go through quite a bit of trouble. In the end, they discovered that the opponent was using the power of the Water God and the power of water mist to create an avatar!

Gong Xingxuan was furious and fought his way along the river. Only then did he realize that he had lost his temper and turned back. He was still some distance away when he sent a message, but received no response.

Gong Xingxuan sensed something was wrong and rushed back, only to find the village littered with traces of destruction from a magical battle, and the air thick with a bloody, malevolent aura. He grew increasingly uneasy.

Upon returning to the previous spot, his expression instantly changed, turning ashen.

Corpse!

The land of Shu is rich in brocade, which can be considered a gift from Zhuge Liang. Now, in this village, a piece of black brocade hangs high, and in front of it, there seems to be an offering or an altar.

But this altar was made of skulls!

Four heads, Ding Liu Bing San, Xu Feng Xiao, Qi Wei Feng.

Four heads, their eyes wide open in death—three below and one above—formed a small altar, their gazes empty and filled with fear, fixed on the billowing black silk.

And offer your head as a sacrifice to the deceased!
The traditions of the Han people are also the turbulent winds and snows that run deep in the bones of this seemingly gentle nation.

A mound of skulls!!!

The greatest solace for those who died in battle; the greatest warning for those with ambitions, too, is the blood of their fighting spirit.

With this most abundant martial virtue, we offer sacrifices here to Zhuge Liang, the Martial Marquis of the Han Dynasty.

Nothing could be more fitting.

Jia Qi's hands clenched involuntarily, his body trembling with rage. Beside him stood a tall, silent man, a knife in his hand and an ancient war bow on his back.

Jia Qi looked up and saw the swaying black satin with writing on it. It seemed that after killing these envoys, the newcomer had used their corpses as pen and ink, holding their legs as the brush tip and their blood as ink to write the words.

Rough, domineering, and with a fierce killing intent.

This is a provocation, and also a direct counterattack. It signifies that, following Zhuge Liang and Jiang Ziya of the Han Dynasty, the next generation of sword-wielders has reappeared in this world, raising the flames once again.

Jia Qi's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat:

"Yanhuang".

"Zhou Yan!!!"

"I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!!!"

The white jade lion cat finally fulfilled its role as a mount, transforming into a gigantic white jade lion cat—although Zhou Yan thought this guy should turn into a lion, this lion cat seemed to have some unspeakable reason, so it stubbornly refused to transform.

Kaiming clenched his right fist and slammed it hard onto his left palm: "I understand!"

"A majestic lion is adorned with its own mane. The more powerful and robust the lion, the thicker and more abundant its mane will be. In the lion's aesthetic sense, this mane represents size, strength, dominance, and beauty!"

"Now this kitten's ball has been enlightened, pfft..."

"Hahahaha, I think his mane must have fallen out completely in all this time, hahahaha, old lion, hahaha!"

"Meow!!!!!"

A mournful cat's cry flashed through the air, cutting through the night sky, accompanied by the pitiful scream of a Kunlun deity: "Don't bite my leg! What do you want to do?!"

Mahayana Buddhism!

"You brat, stop!!!"

"vomit!!!"

Kaiming once again used the "Grip Your Throat" move to forcibly interrupt the lion cat's ultimate killing move. This move was so insidious and vicious that it was extremely powerful. Even the mighty Kaiming, who had been hanging on the bronze tree for hundreds of years and was feeling suffocated by no one to talk to, was so frightened that he gasped for breath and turned pale.

The characteristics of Buddhism can be seen in one's social status and spiritual realm.

As one of the four great Bodhisattvas, Manjushri Bodhisattva's beloved cat, even if the lion cat is a fourth-grade animal with severely weakened vitality, it is still a fourth-grade animal. There are probably not many animals in the world that can be completely immune to this Buddhist technique.

Is this really Buddhist teaching?
Zhou Yan sat cross-legged on the lion cat's back, reached out to stroke the satin-like cat's back, spread his arms, slumped on the cat's back, and looked at the night sky. The anger in his heart was finally released.

My mood was exhilarating.

Since it was an expression of his own anger, and also a symbol and proof of inheriting the Prime Minister's legacy and taking over the flame passed down through generations, he wanted to tell the deceased that he, Zhou Yan, had the confidence and courage to take over this flame.

A ray of dawn appeared in the distance.

It turns out that a whole night had already passed.

It's been such a long time...

Just then, as Jia Qi let out a shrill roar and the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, illuminating the dark night, the young Taoist suddenly sensed a change. He stretched out his palm, and a jade talisman appeared.

The name, which had been dim, slowly lit up.

Jade Talisman – [Ji Xuanyuan]

Approved!

(End of this chapter)