National Division

Chapter 25 Shen Xian: Far inferior to the old Shao family

In the post station, in the hall
Li Yan frowned and chimed in, saying, "Don't be ridiculous! Your martial arts cultivation is low and you have little experience in fighting. How can you lure the enemy? Slaying demons and monsters is the duty of the imperial court, not to send ordinary people to the front lines."

Shen Xian said, "Demons and evil spirits aren't stupid. If they were government officials, they would surely flee if they saw that they were difficult to deal with."

Although he felt it was dangerous, he actually believed there was still a chance of survival.

Leaving aside the spiritual treasures in the spiritual platform, those few talismans alone cannot be said to be completely useless.

Of course, if the true spiritual treasure doesn't protect you, and the talisman is useless, then so be it if you die.

Just consider these past few days as nothing more than a fleeting dream.

A real man has something to do and something not to do.

There is no risk in doing anything, no risk in living a life of mediocrity, but what is the point of living a mediocre life?

Shen Xian was very open-minded at the moment. He came to this world with the mindset of a player.

At this moment, Shen Bin looked at Shen Xian with a stern gaze and said, "What did you promise me yesterday?"

“Father, where the path lies, there is no shirking our duty! Besides, I am not without support. Nowadays, evil spirits are everywhere. If we can hide for a while, how can we hide forever? We martial artists should face the difficulties head-on and overcome all obstacles,” Shen Xian said in a deep voice.

Sensing the determination in the boy's tone, Shen Bin knew that he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

A son is no longer under his father's control once he grows up.

At this moment, Zhao Lang said, "Alright, let's eat first. We've been busy all morning, and we're all starving."

Seeing this, no one said anything more and they began to sit down and eat.

Xue Zhihua, who had concealed herself in the shadows, nodded secretly upon seeing this scene.

In the dark passage, a heart brimming with childlike innocence is truly rare.

We can't let a father and son die.

She had just checked, and judging from its aura, the demon was only at the second stage of the demon race in human form.

Xue Zhihua thought about it and made up her mind.

Shen Xian, while eating with Shen Bin, said, "Father, don't worry. I am now at the fourth level of the Day after tomorrow. In a few days, I will definitely break through to the fifth level."

The saying "great things are accumulated over time" is roughly like this.

Beneath Shen Bin's thick eyebrows, his eyes were full of concern as he instructed, "In short, you must be careful in everything you do. The Blazing Sun Talisman needs my true energy to activate it; otherwise, giving it to you will give you an extra bit of self-protection."

Seeing that the die was cast, Shen Bin could only try to give Shen Xian as much hope as possible.

Shen Xian said, "Father, don't worry."

After everyone finished their meal, it was getting late.

Shen Bin, Zhao Lang, Li Yan, and the others changed into ordinary people's clothes. Although the demons and monsters had keen senses, they might not be able to hide it.

Shen Bin looked at him with concern and said, "You go ahead to lure the enemy. If anything happens, your Uncle Zhao, Uncle Li, and I will be there in time."

Shen Xian said, "Father, don't worry. I will definitely adapt to the situation and try my best to delay the time."

Shen Xian didn't say anything more. Accompanied by Zhao Lang and Li Yan, the group rode their horses and headed towards the dilapidated temple in a grand procession.

When they arrived at the dilapidated temple, it was dusk, and the sky was ablaze with the colors of sunset.

At this moment, Shen Xian was like a rich young master who had gone on a spring outing and hunting trip and had forgotten to return home, entering the dilapidated temple alone.

Since it was Shen Xian's first time here, his gaze was also filled with a hint of curiosity.

He had always been curious: if Taoism governs the world, where have Buddhism and Confucianism gone?

It now appears that both Buddhism and Confucianism once existed in the Great Jing Dynasty, but in the secular world, Confucianism gradually faded into the background, while Buddhism was completely eradicated.

It is possible that an event such as the "Three Wu Emperors' Suppression of Buddhism" occurred, but this event is not mentioned in the history of the Great Jing Kingdom.

All he could say was, "Good riddance! The Buddhist community is not productive and is a breeding ground for filth. The fact that a certain abbot of the Buddhist clan had more than a hundred children shows that they have always been like this!"
Arriving at the former palace, looking at the collapsed Buddha statue, grass grows from the clay sculpture's abdomen and back of the head.

“All the temples have turned to dust.” Shen Xian sighed a few times, then muttered to himself, “It’s getting late, I’ll stay here for the night.”

As they spoke, they walked into the inner room and were surprised to find lifelike murals carved on the walls.

Shen Xian feigned infatuation and said, "This is..."

Living in the future, one has seen all sorts of scenes, but at this moment, one can only cooperate and feign a state of complete immersion.

As the sun sets in the west and night falls, the world becomes desolate and lonely.

Fortunately, the bright moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light spilling onto the earth like frost and cloth. An eerie aura drifted from the west, and a cool breeze suddenly arose.

At that moment, a figure appeared in the sky above the dilapidated temple. She was dressed in a black dress, her face covered with a black veil, her figure was alluring, her breasts were proudly erect, her legs were straight and together, and her skin was snow-white.

"It is human yang energy." The demon spoke in a strange, mixed tone that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, because in the field where demonic energy was formed, the voice was not perceptible to mortals.

By the light of the moon, one can see that the woman in the black dress has three heads, and when the black mist surges, three faces can be seen.

On the left is an old man with an ugly face and a head full of black tumors, and on the right is an old woman with wrinkled skin and white hair.

"Calm down, this person seems to be a first-realm martial artist." A melodious yet bewitching voice rang out, carrying a hint of danger. It flicked its tongue, and its long, narrow snake eyes were greedily fixed on the young man.

The flesh and blood of martial artists are highly nutritious.

"Absorb his yang energy!"

"We ate his flesh and blood!"

The old woman and the old man spoke in unison, their voices aged and hoarse, like a mixture of fingernails scratching glass and sawdust.

"Don't forget the precepts left by that great monk." The woman in the black dress said in a low voice, concealing her aura and transforming into a scantily clad, alluring woman.

As the woman spoke, she flew over to his side.

They looked at the young man as if he were their prey.

When the three-headed demon emerged, Xue Zhihua, who was secretly protecting him, frowned, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing and her gaze becoming serious.

"This is a three-headed serpent, with three souls in one body, making it extremely difficult to deal with."

Although it is a second-realm demon, its aura is no weaker than that of an ordinary third-realm demon.

Just as he was about to make a move, he saw that the demon had transformed into a woman, seemingly trying to seduce Shen Xian.

"This demon is truly shameless." Xue Zhihua cursed inwardly, but she was also curious about how the young man would deal with it, or whether he could maintain his integrity amidst the allure of women.

After all, murals and real, soft, warm women entwined around each other are quite different.

Meanwhile, Shen Xian had "regained" his senses and was gathering firewood, preparing to start a fire.

Well, he could actually have performed even more erotically, but too much of a good thing can be bad.

Shen Xian composed himself, leaned against the painted wall, lit a bonfire, and amidst the swirling smoke and rising flames, illuminated his young and heroic face, making him appear as radiant as a god.

"Hmm, it's raining?" Shen Xian, who was just at a leisurely moment, suddenly looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall outside, and soon it became a downpour. Although it was March and the weather was warm, the rain brought a chill to the air.

Is anyone there? Is anyone there?

A woman's soft, charming voice, tinged with sorrow and panic, rang out.

Shen Xian gripped the hundred-forged steel knife in his hand, a look of curiosity on his face, but a cold smile was already creeping into his heart.

Same old routine!
He had seen countless films in his past life; what kind of tricks hadn't he seen?

Before long, amidst the weeds and ruins, in the wind and rain, appeared what looked like a drowned rat.

With a graceful figure, her upper body was bare, her shoulders exposed, and her soaked black dress clung tightly to her skin, revealing large swathes of her fair skin. As she walked, Yukiko swayed so much that it made people dizzy.

Her two slender, straight legs were strikingly white, and the black gauze dress was soaked by the rain, resembling black stockings, which undoubtedly added to her allure and mystery.

"Young master, I have lost my way. May I stay here for the night?"

Shen Xian raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing, and he scoffed inwardly.

The plot of this scandalous tale set in a deserted temple, along with the demonic acting and dialogue, is only at the level of a certain Douban media company.

It is far inferior to the old Shao family.

She has a hot, bouncy body, but who knows what kind of evil and filth lies beneath that appearance!

Shen Xian said, "This temple was originally unclaimed, so please make yourself at home, young lady."

His line probably elevated both his acting and his delivery of lines to a whole new level.

As the woman in the black dress spoke, she swayed as she approached, her pink lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth, and she said coquettishly, "This humble servant is Yan Yan, and I must thank you for taking me in, young master."

"We are both wanderers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?" Shen Xian said casually, seemingly a little shy, not daring to look at the woman in the black dress for long, but he still stole a few glances.

(End of this chapter)