A master of comedy!

Chapter 43 Exploring Yin Mountain

Dragons and snakes hissed upon the golden spear.

But the moment Yu Zhensheng reached out his hand, the unruly dragon and snake actually broke away from the golden spear and coiled around the statue's arm.

That hand finally grasped the gun.

This golden spear was only a little over a foot long, and it looked like a toy in a person's hand. However, in the next moment, golden light surged, swirling and intertwining.

With a few crisp clanging sounds of metal clashing, the golden spear seemed to grow longer and longer, like the Monkey King's golden cudgel.

In just a few breaths, it grew to thirteen feet!

Good weapon!
But then a dragon's roar was heard, and a murderous aura soared into the sky.

The spear shaft resembled the spine of a coiled dragon, with patterns like a nine-tiered pagoda or swirling thunder and fire, forging the four hundred and twenty-seven-character sacred mantra.

Each stroke, each line, exudes golden light.

The spearhead, like karmic fire, gave the illusion of a blazing golden flame, making even the eerie Yin-Yang Path seem scorching hot.

Yu Zhensheng casually twirled his spear, which produced a series of crackling sounds like thunder.

He stood holding a gun, the vermilion mark between his brows resembling fiery eyes, adding three points of fierceness. Stretching his muscles and bones, he exuded an imposing and majestic aura, truly like a horse king descended to earth.

The crimson lightning that had been brewing in the night sky finally stopped.

A godlike, blood-red giant eye slowly emerged, its cold and profound gaze falling upon Yu Zhensheng alone.

"Old man, you finally managed to extricate yourself, and now you're really going to get back into this mess for this resurrected brat?"

"Think it through. This time, you might not leave alive!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing among the mountains.

Yu Zhensheng laughed heartily, his voice bold and his momentum unstoppable. His back, with its golden spear and white hair, resembled that of Huang Zhong, the old general who fought at Dingjun Mountain, or Zhao Zilong, the old general who, despite being seventy years old, still volunteered to go to the battlefield!
"I'm old, but I'm not dead."

"Even if we're going to die, we should at least take someone down with us, Judge Lu..."

He paused slightly, raised his gun and pointed it at that godlike blood-red pupil, ignoring the wind and thunder in the sky, and spoke with a clanging voice, full of murderous intent.

"This golden spear of mine has been stained with the blood of countless underworld soldiers in the past. I really want to try... whether it can kill a true god?"

Zhou Sheng was shocked when he heard this.

Having fought against the tyrannical soldiers, he knew best how ferocious they were. If he hadn't had the gavel in his hand and hadn't entered a state of perfect harmony with the performer, he would have been the one to die.

According to my master, he actually killed many barbaric soldiers back then.
At this moment, he finally understood why City God Lu Bingyuan valued his master so much and tried every means to drag him down with him.

Before his legs became crippled, just how strong was Master?

"Yu Zhensheng, you were indeed the most outstanding Yin Opera master. In the past few hundred years, no other Yin Opera master has been able to reach your level. At your peak, even I had to show you respect. It's a pity..."

The judge's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Back then, in that play, Yama pulled out your leg tendons and crippled most of your cultivation. Now... how much of your former strength do you still have?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng turned his head and his gaze fell on his master's lame right leg.

Master's hamstrings were actually removed by Yama, the King of Hell?
No wonder even with his master's medical skills, he couldn't cure his lame leg.

He just couldn't understand what kind of play his master had performed that would enrage the King of Hell, causing him to have his tendons and bones pulled out.

"I still have some ability. You're welcome to give it a try. If it doesn't work out—"

A hint of madness seemed to flash in Yu Zhensheng's eyes as he laughed loudly, "I'll sing that play that I didn't finish back then again!"

Upon hearing this, a noticeable fluctuation appeared in his blood-red pupils.

That was... fear?
Zhou Sheng became even more curious. What kind of play could make a high-ranking judge of the underworld change his expression?

After a brief standoff, the eye in the sky slowly disappeared.

The judge's voice echoed softly.

"The Ghost Festival will be in two months."

Yu Zhensheng's expression changed slightly.

"Let's spare that brat this time, but let's see how you protect him during the Ghost Festival."

"Oh right, I almost forgot..."

"You risked your life to vouch for him, only to delay things for three years. If he dies at the Ghost Festival play, then you, Yu Zhensheng..."

"But you've fallen into my hands. When the judge's pen falls, we'll see which level of hell you're suited to go to." The voice gradually faded into the distance, and the mist dissipated as well.

Everything around him returned to calm. As the terrifying pressure dissipated, Zhou Sheng let out a long breath and realized that his back was soaked with sweat.

He looked at his master and saw that his master was still standing upright with his gun in hand, and he was filled with respect.

As expected of my master, he is always so calm and composed. I still have a lot to learn.

"Quick, quick, come and help me!"

Yu Zhensheng said urgently, "I ran too fast earlier and strained my back!"

Zhou Sheng: "..."

He stepped forward to support his master and massaged his lower back; one could faintly hear the bones cracking.

"I'm getting old, I really am getting old..."

Yu Zhensheng shook his head and smiled, a hint of disappointment in his expression, and sighed, "Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

"If this had happened twenty years ago, He wouldn't be leaving today!"

As he spoke, he handed the golden spear in his hand to Zhou Sheng.

As soon as Zhou Sheng touched the gun, he felt a burning sensation in his hand, as if he were holding a red-hot iron rod.

After feeling the pain, he subconsciously loosened his grip. Immediately afterward, golden light flowed out, and the thirteen-foot-long spear rapidly shrank, flying into the hand of the Huaguang Emperor statue like a swimming dragon.

The dragon-snake, as thick as a thumb, crawled down from the statue's arm, coiled around the golden spear again, and quickly turned to stone.

Seeing Zhou Sheng's surprised look, Yu Zhensheng smiled faintly.

"You brat, now you know why this statue is the most precious treasure of my Yin Opera lineage, right?"

"The statue itself is just a vessel; what's truly powerful is the golden spear of our patriarch!"

"However, this spear is extremely domineering and ordinary people cannot subdue it. With your level of cultivation, using it would be tantamount to courting death. That is why I did not teach you the method of borrowing a spear before."

Zhou Sheng, however, did not pay attention to the strange golden spear, but instead focused his gaze on his master's right leg.

"Master——"

"As you can see, my right leg is indeed lame, and the tendon was personally removed by the King of Hell."

"Master, is it really impossible to cure him?"

Zhou Sheng felt a stab in his heart. As a fellow practitioner of Yin-Yang magic, he understood all too well what this meant.

Through cold winters and hot summers, we diligently practice and hone our skills.

How much sweat, how much hardship, and how many beatings does it take to master a great skill?

Countless years of hard work and sweat, all gone in one day.

"Over the years I have tried all sorts of methods, and even visited the ghost doctors of the Yin Bai family, but the best result is that I can only walk without any problems. Once I engage in strenuous activity, I will revert to my original form."

Zhou Sheng remained silent.

Seeing his disciple's sorrowful expression, Yu Zhensheng remained quite composed, shaking his head and smiling, "Being able to save your life is already a blessing from the Ancestral Master. As for this leg..."

His expression was somewhat complicated, but his voice remained relaxed.

"If it's gone, it's gone."

"Who told me to choose to sing that play back then? I only lost a leg, but all my old buddies who performed with me... none of them came out alive..."

Yu Zhensheng's expression became very complicated, with sadness, nostalgia, guilt, and hatred, but also an indescribable determination.

Zhou Sheng had never seen his master so out of control.

"Master, what exactly is this play?"

Upon hearing this question, Yu Zhensheng remained silent for a long time, as if lost in some distant memory, before finally speaking slowly.

"Exploring Yin Mountain."

"The person who taught me this play was not your grandmaster, but... Bao Gong from the illusion."

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