The Law of Heaven

Chapter 119 Demon God Slash

Aihara stood up and swung the invisible blade in his hand. The blade sliced ​​across the hard ground, leaving a shallow mark.

The invisible blade disintegrated in the wind.

He watched this scene with satisfaction: "Let's forget about retraining, my current Perfection Technique is already very good. Senior, what's the specific difference between majoring and minoring Perfection Technique?"

The old man curled his lip and said, "The difference is huge. Only by mastering the Complete Body Technique can one unleash its true essence. But by mastering it as a secondary skill, one often only possesses the form, not the spirit."

Taking the Jiang family's super brain computing as an example, using it as a supplementary skill can only enhance your computing ability, making you as precise as a machine, but it cannot continuously improve your brainpower, let alone give you computing power like artificial intelligence, including information storage and filtering, etc.

In other words, compared to a major, a minor has a lower ceiling and cannot possess its core abilities. Most importantly, it cannot be used to achieve Grand rank.

"I see."

Aihara asked curiously, "What is the principle behind the Demon God Slash? Which school of martial arts is it a perfect technique from?"

"The Ghost God Slash is a perfect technique of the mystical school, but it is also related to other schools to some extent."

When the old man mentioned his Perfect Body Technique, he exuded the lonely air of a master, and said calmly, "Compared to ordinary people, the physique of the Longevity Seed is much stronger, and the variations in each move are more numerous. It's like the difference between Gomoku and Go. Therefore, one needs to undergo countless trials and tribulations to truly grasp even a trace of the essence of swordsmanship."

I practiced swordsmanship from a young age, and after ten years of instruction from numerous renowned masters, I mastered the art. In the late autumn of 1907, I traveled to Japan and challenged thirty-seven grandmasters of swordsmanship, winning every single one. My swordsmanship reached a divine level.

"To enhance our national prestige, excellent!"

Aihara gave a thumbs up: "So, you already mastered the Demon God Slash more than a hundred years ago?"

The old man glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Of course not. That's just a grandmaster of swordsmanship relative to ordinary people, and it's also the most basic requirement for learning the Demon God Slash."

puff.

Aihara felt like he was about to vomit blood.

The Perfection Technique is so difficult to learn. Even after ten years of arduous study and guidance from a renowned master, I could only grasp the basics.

In comparison, the Tenfold Delusion suits him better; all he needs to do is turn himself into a madman.

However, the Tenfold Delusion is not an easy-to-learn Perfection Technique. If it weren't for the fact that he happened to have these eyes, he would most likely have already been corrupted.

"The Demon God Slash requires skill as its foundation, but it also has the art of killing, the philosophy of life and death, and a faith in swordsmanship. That's why I say it's related to all schools of thought. But ultimately, the power of the Demon God Slash comes from your own killing will."

The old man held up one finger: "The stronger your killing intent, the stronger your strikes will be. Respect heaven, respect earth, kill gods and Buddhas who stand in your way, cleave through enemies and destiny together. And the greatest thing about the Ghost God Slash is that your strikes are not limited to matter; you can even sever some invisible and incomprehensible concepts and laws!"

Aihara suddenly realized: "That's why it's called Demon God Slash?"

This Perfect Technique is indeed powerful, at least in terms of offense it has no blind spots, using slashes to break through all laws.

Abandon defense.

Because it doesn't need any defense at all.

Enemy attacks can also be cut off!
The old man chuckled: "Of course, but if it's a minor skill, you can only rely on your own killing will, immerse yourself in the art of killing, enhance your swordsmanship, and increase the intensity of your strikes. That's where the limit is."

Aihara said thoughtfully, "I understand, but I still don't plan to repeat the course. A minor course is fine."

At that moment, he had already made up his mind.

The old man seemed a little unhappy and said irritably, "I'll have someone send the introductory textbook to your email. Whether you can learn it or not depends on your aptitude."

She poured herself some tea and sneered, "You ignorant brat, get out of my sight right now."

The old woman has a terrible temper.

Aihara grumbled inwardly, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. After all, he seemed to have gotten a top-tier Perfection Technique for free. Although the road ahead was long and arduous, as long as Xiao Qi was willing to work hard, even an iron rod could be ground into a needle sooner or later.

As the old man's emotions fluctuated, even the sea breeze in the twilight seemed to turn grim, carrying a bloody scent.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Si's voice came from afar.

"I'm coming."

After thinking it over, Aihara bowed deeply to the old man, then turned and left along the quiet path.

As dusk gradually disappeared on the horizon, the old woman watched the boy's departing figure. The shimmering sea was reflected in her cloudy eyes, sparkling like stars.

"Back then, the owner of Misty Tower once said that the Ghost God Slash, a technique passed down in my Ruan family, would fall into the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy. He would not only inherit this ancient skill, but also perfect and elevate it, and carry it forward."

She murmured, "Could this child be you? But if you refuse to rebuild it, how can you carry it forward? Wouldn't the loss be even greater if you had to rebuild it later?"

Incomprehensible.

Perhaps this is what makes fate so unpredictable.

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At 7 p.m., Jiang Wanwu brought Xiangyuan and Xiangsi to visit the Jiang family. They thought it would be some grand banquet, but it turned out to be just an ordinary family dinner.

The Jiang family lives in a large single-level apartment, where only the three of them live. They don't have any other relatives.

It is said that some relatives wanted to come and join in the fun, but they didn't dare to come because of Director Jiang Hai's authority.

There was no sense of socializing or socializing.

There was also no etiquette of high society.

It's just like visiting an ordinary elder's home; there's no need to follow any rules, and it won't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Hai was busy in his study, but he came out to take a look at them, nodded slightly, and then went back inside.

He's been very busy lately, even at home he's still working. It's not that he doesn't like his siblings; apparently, the fact that he's taken a break from work to see a customer is the gentlest thing he can do.

In contrast, Jiang's mother was very warm and welcoming. She greeted them warmly and personally brought them slippers.

Besides them, only Huo Zizhen was here. I heard that he usually stays at home, but today he seems to have angered his wife again, got a beating, and was kicked out. So he had no choice but to shamelessly come over for a free meal.

This makes one sigh.

It's truly an abstract concept of married life.

Surprisingly.

The Jiang family didn't even hire a nanny; Jiang's mother cooked dinner all by herself. As a long-lived person, she had been a housewife for many years, and her cooking skills were impeccable.

"Auntie, let me help you."

Xiangsi helped very considerately.

"No need, no need, be careful not to burn yourself. I can do it myself, you can go over there and rest and have a drink."

Jiang's mother liked this little girl very much because the girl sweetly called her "sister" as soon as she entered the door.

This made Jiang's mother extremely happy. She smiled from ear to ear, her heart bursting with joy, and she trembled with delight.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll help you carry the dishes!"

Xiangsi still went into the kitchen to help. Since the elders were so hospitable, she couldn't just sit there and be ungrateful.

Aihara sat at the dining table drinking cola, glancing at the kitchen every now and then, a slight smile appearing on her face.

"How about it? I told you not to be too nervous. Although we are all immortal beings, we still live ordinary lives. It's not as exaggerated as you think." Jiang Wanwu rested her chin on her hand, crossed her long legs in black stockings, and hooked her toes on her high heels. She smiled and said, "Those villas, luxury cars, yacht parties, red wine and champagne... most of them are just an act, an act for others to see."

Aihara took a sip of her cola and coughed lightly: "Wanwu-neechan, be mindful of your behavior, your parents are here."

Jiang Wanwu would occasionally rub her high heels against his leg, her red lips parting slightly: "What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Aihara endured it for a while, but couldn't stand the woman's endless teasing any longer, so he quietly released his mental field and gently slid it across her calf from a distance.

Jiang Wanwu was suddenly attacked, and her pretty face turned red.

Ha, stop pretending to be an old pro.

Aihara successfully turned the tables. Anyway, he didn't actually make a move; he just launched a sneak attack from a distance, so it can't be considered taking advantage of the situation.

Across the table, Huo Zizhen was completely oblivious to the two's subtle actions, preoccupied with applying medicine to her swollen cheek in front of the mirror, looking utterly dazed.

After a while, Jiang Hai came out of the study, glanced at his bodyguard, and frowned, saying, "What did you do to anger Xiaoyu today that you got beaten up like this?"

Even after being beaten, Huo Zizhen remained as rigid as ever, calmly replying, "The drain was clogged at home today, and I mistakenly took Xiaoyu's makeup brush to clean the toilet."

Jiang Hai paused for a second, then sighed: "Then you can stay here tonight and go back in a couple of days."

Huo Zizhen shook his head and said, "Thank you, Director, but no need. This is my training. The more beatings I take, the stronger my defense becomes. I still need to go back."

Aihara almost spat out his cola.

Jiang Wanwu was also enduring a lot of hardship, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"You guys can laugh if you want."

Huo Zizhen looked completely helpless.

"Pfft hahaha."

"Haha, Mr. Zizhen, I'm sorry..."

Huo Zizhen explained in a serious tone: "This is a drawback of my Perfection Technique. Because I need to practice automatically triggering defenses, my attention is usually focused on observing the outside world. In daily trivial matters, my reaction is very slow."

Although it looks like dementia, actually... well, there's not much difference.

He realized he couldn't explain it, so he gave up.

It would have been fine if there hadn't been an explanation.

This explanation makes it even funnier.

After Jiang Hai sat down, he glanced at the young man beside him and asked casually, "Have you seen her?"

Aihara was taken aback, then immediately understood what the other person was talking about: "That old man wouldn't really be..."

Jiang Hai waved his hand and explained, "Don't overthink it. The way she meets you reflects her stance. She always keeps her public and private matters separate. If she were meeting you in a public capacity, she wouldn't be discussing those things with you."

Aihara was taken aback: "Then why did she see me?"

Jiang Hai poured himself a cup of tea: "You are a member of the Xiang family's clan, which is of great significance. In that position, she will always have to ask for your thoughts and opinions."

Aihara suddenly realized: "I see."

"What is this talking about?"

Jiang Wanwu looked at the two of them suspiciously. Ever since her father appeared, she had been sitting there obediently, not daring to make any more of those daring little moves.

Otherwise, it would be easy to spot.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and an unexpected guest arrived.

"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you?"

Master Zhou, with a ruddy complexion and hands behind his back, said proudly, "In this chaotic world, only good food and fine wine should not be missed. Please give us a round of applause!"

Aihara stared in disbelief: "Master Zhou?"

Jiang Wanwu said in a low voice, "Master Zhou is very knowledgeable and has given my father a lot of academic help, so he often comes over for a meal when he has nothing else to do."

Aihara responded with an "Oh," and said, "I see."

"Come on, come on, dinner's ready!"

Wearing gloves, Xiangsi brought a bowl of hot soup to the table.

After Jiang's mother served all the dishes, she also took off her apron and personally opened two bottles of her treasured red wine.

Tonight's dinner was very plentiful, consisting mostly of common home-style dishes, but they were all delicious and visually appealing.

Braised pork hock, chicken stewed with deer antler velvet, steamed pork ribs with rice flour, braised pork intestines, stir-fried shredded pork with goji berries, stir-fried beef with white radish, tomato and beef brisket soup, old duck, winter melon and kelp soup...

The craftsmanship is indeed impeccable.

The topics at the dinner table were all normal; no one discussed the international situation or the world order. They only talked about interesting gossip and secrets, which made people laugh and cry.

For example, a spoiled brat from the Yan family used his newly awakened X-ray vision to spy on the young woman next door. Later, he was discovered by her husband, and the two got into a fight in the street.

For example, the fourth son of the Jing family has recently been experiencing some sexual repression. He had a nude video chat with someone online and was blackmailed after the chat was recorded. Because he didn't want to pay, his phone contacts were bombarded, and all his acquaintances received the video, which was quite shocking.

Besides that, the conversation at the dinner table revolved around Aihara and Aishi's experiences over the years.

Overwhelmed with sympathy, Jiang's mother turned her anger towards her husband: "Xiao Yuan has already had such a hard time, and you still send him to hunt down the remnants of the Shi family. How can you be so heartless? What will happen to Xiao Si if something happens to Xiao Yuan?"

A huge black pot was slammed onto Jiang Hai's head.

He froze, then turned his head away expressionlessly.

A hint of resentment flickered in his eyes.

Currently, everyone believes that Aihara was injured because he was instructed to hunt down the remnants of the Toki family.

"Ahem, it's alright, Auntie."

Aihara met his gaze and instantly lost her composure.

"Don't be afraid, your aunt will back you up. If he makes you take risks again, I'll divorce him."

Jiang's mother was intoxicated and fuming.

Jiang Hai, with a stern face, changed the subject: "Xiang Chaonan is being buried tomorrow. Has the burial plot been purchased?"

Xiangsi was stunned.

Aihara was also stunned.

Yes, we haven't bought a burial plot yet. Where should my second uncle be buried?

"You two are truly filial."

The crowd murmured quietly.

(End of this chapter)