The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

The word "pain" seemed to trigger something in Homer, causing his muscles to twitch involuntarily.

"I don't have the mindset of doing this once, twice, or three times. If you run this route again, I'll make you experience this kind of pain for a whole night," Zhou Ming said calmly, stomping his foot.

Then she hooked his face with her foot and kicked him away.

Homer was kicked flying, rolled twice on the ground, and slid for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

"Your task is to guard that area." After saying that, Zhou Ming turned and walked towards the tent.

Tang Jiaren looked at the giant imp who slowly sat up from the ground, then turned his gaze to Zhou Ming who was walking over.

"Is this guy going to turn on us at the last minute?" Tang Jiaren asked.

"Don't worry! I can kill him anytime," Zhou Ming said nonchalantly.

Anyway, this guy is only guarding the outer perimeter, not protecting anyone's safety. Even if he turns against us, it's just letting some people in.

……

Tang Bingwen, the sect leader of the Tang Clan, looked at Li Ding with a headache and rubbed his temples.

"Blood Demon? Is this his own doing, or is he backed by a group of people?" Tang Bingwen wondered to himself.

"Sect Master! Right now, Blood Demon and the Grand Master are holding back the ghosts at Bihe Mountain. We can't just sit idly by." Xu Xin was the first to jump out and say this, seeing the Sect Master deep in thought.

Tang Bingwen glared at Xu Xin, who was so frightened that he quickly retreated back into the crowd, and then glanced at the others one last time.

“This is our next business deal, so we can’t let others bear the consequences,” Tang Bingwen said.

"But we can't just rush over on a whim. We need to arrange personnel inside the sect first, and at the same time, send people to gather intelligence and find out where Blood Demon and the others are."

"The grudges of my Tang Clan cannot be borne by others," Tang Bingwen said decisively.

……

Mianshan Mountain.

A large number of ninjas were hidden in the forest, blocking all the paths down the mountain.

Meanwhile, at a campsite at the foot of the mountain, the demons of Mount Bihe and four elders gathered together.

"That means Eita and Homer didn't die, they were just controlled by that blood demon," one of the elders, who looked like a samurai, said softly.

“Yes!” Zhuang Bingwei nodded and said, “Homer would occasionally fall into a rage, but in fact his will was clear; he was just controlled by a kind of pain.”

"Eita looks normal, but he has actually been completely controlled and is in a very special state, similar to being completely controlled by the demon sword."

“It’s very dangerous there. Anyone who gets close will be killed by him,” Zhuang Bingwei said with a serious expression.

"Our primary objective is to retrieve Hirumaru, and revenge is secondary. If we cannot free Eita from our control, then we will kill him and take back the cursed sword," the samurai-looking elder said coldly.

The other three elders sitting next to him did not utter a word in rebuttal. One of them was dressed in red with a painted face, resembling a ninja from Japanese Kabuki, all flashy and garish.

The other two are a bald, white-bearded old man, a monk, and an Onmyoji.

Zhuang Bingwei nodded. He knew very well why the entire Hiei Mountain was able to unite: firstly, because they were betrayed by the shogun back then, and secondly, because of their worship of the demon sword Hirumaru.

These two are the core of Mount Hiei, so we must retrieve the demon sword Hirumaru.

“We’ve completely blocked the Blood Demon’s retreat. We can just wait here until they run out of food and come out to fight us. That way, we won’t have to break into their territory,” said Yohei Aoyama, sitting to the side.

"The idea is good, but we can't ignore the Tang Clan. They could provide support at any time," said the puppet of Erli Jushi.

“We need to finish this quickly, and I want to rescue Homer and Eita!” Shobei suddenly said, as if he had made up his mind.

This immediately drew everyone's attention.

In a small town far from the mountains, in a courtyard, Mr. Zhuo, the owner of a rice shop, was lying on a chair, basking in the warm sun with his eyes half-closed.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the room. Boss Zuo initially thought it was a thick cloud, but after a long time without any warmth, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

He was startled when he opened his eyes; a blood-red eagle was staring at him.

"Boss Zhuo?" A faint voice came from Blood Eagle.

Boss Zhuo's heart trembled, and he scrambled to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading, "Immortal, spare my life! I'm just a..."

"Enough with the nonsense. This is the deposit. Gather food for me immediately, preferably edible flatbread." Zhou Ming's cold snort came from the eagle.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Boss Zhuo immediately got to work.

Not long after, he brought in a group of workers carrying in the packaged flatbread.

Just then, a flock of blood eagles flew down and, to Boss Zhuo's astonishment, took away bags of flatbread and flew into the sky.

A bag of silver dollars landed on the tea table, which startled Boss Zhuo.

Blood Eagle flew over the mountain peaks, directly through the defenses of the Hiei Mountain ninjas, and landed on a clearing on the hillside.

Looking at the blood-red eagles, Tang Jiaren sighed inwardly, "With these eagles, we can wear down this group of ninjas to the very end."

“Rather than dragging things out, I’d rather force them to attack,” Zhou Ming said, arms crossed.

Just then, Zhou Ming suddenly looked in one direction, and soon a Blood Demon soldier ran back.

"Master, those ninjas have sent someone who wants to talk to you," the Blood Demon Soldier said, kneeling on one knee.

"Heh, let him in," Zhou Ming said with a cold laugh.

"Yes!" The Blood Demon soldier got up and rushed into the forest.

Not long after, Takeshita Akira, holding a Soul Eater formed from blood, walked over with someone.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Tang, my name is Zhuang Bingwei, the chivalrous one," Zhuang Bingwei said, bowing.

"Hmph! They're quite good at putting on an act," Zhou Ming said with a cold snort.

Zhuang Bingwei looked at Zhou Ming, who was staring at him coldly, and his heart sank slightly. Blood Demon's personality was indeed the worst-case scenario.

"Mr. Zhou, you've misunderstood..."

"Ha! I don't want to hear your nonsense. If you don't get to the point, don't bother going back." Zhou Ming sneered, interrupting him directly.

A powerful killing intent erupted, and Zhuang Bingwei's heart tightened. He then began to get down to business.

“Mr. Zhou, pointless fighting will only cause unnecessary casualties. Can we resolve the conflict between the two sides through a battle between a few people?”

"If our side wins, release my two companions."

Chapter 131 Breakdown of Talks and the Start of War

"Hahaha!" Zhou Ming burst into laughter.

Tang Jiaren stood behind, his eyes narrowed, a faint but palpable killing intent locking onto Zhuang Bingwei.

"Mr. Zhou, is what I said ridiculous?" Zhuang Bingwei's face also turned cold as he spoke.

"A bunch of ruthless invaders who burn, kill, loot, and commit all sorts of atrocities. What nonsense are you spouting about pointless fighting and unnecessary casualties? It's not just laughable!" Zhou Ming's face turned cold.

That's absolutely disgusting!

The moment Zhou Ming finished speaking, a crimson bloodthirsty power erupted from his body, and the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade instantly appeared.

The moment that terrifying aura appeared, Zhuang Bingwei immediately activated his ability, his body surging into a vortex.

But at that distance, even if the upper body gets inside, the lower body will still be slashed.

The crimson dragon-head blade flashed forward, but just as it was about to strike, an overturned stone bowl appeared, blocking the attack.

"Crack!" The magical artifact shattered, but it also blocked the attack.

Zhou Ming watched Zhuang Bingwei disappear, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand vanishing, and then let out a cold snort.

"The other side is probably going to launch a full-scale attack this time," Tang Jiaren said from the side.

"This is the moment we've been waiting for," Zhou Ming said softly.

On the outskirts of the forest, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on Makino Ittosai's body, and Shobei lunged out.

"Shoubei, how are you?" Makino Ittosai quickly helped Shoubei up and asked.

"I'm fine!" Zhuang Bingwei waved his hand and stood up straight.

This was the first time he had ever experienced such terrifying killing intent; that Blood Demon truly lived up to his reputation as a murderous monster who had emerged from the battlefield.

Zhuang Bingwei turned to look in the direction of the forest, and after a moment of silence, said, "Make preparations. Tonight, we will proceed according to the elders' plan."

"Tonight? Isn't that too hasty?" Butterfly said in surprise.

"When I went in just now, I saw their food reserves, enough to last them a month," Zhuang Bingwei said with a serious expression.

Both of them felt a sinking feeling in their hearts; they couldn't afford to waste a month.

The three immediately returned down the mountain, and then both sides fell silent as if nothing had happened.

The sun gradually set, and night enveloped the mountains and forests.

A fourth-tier Blood Demon soldier held a Blood Soul formed from condensed blood in his hand, warily watching his surroundings.

Although he is a fourth-tier Blood Demon Soldier, he is not of superhuman origin, but rather a soldier.

Even those who came from unorthodox backgrounds are inferior; their fundamentals are extremely poor, but they excel in direct combat.

He didn't even notice that a thread had reached his neck.

Behind the Blood Demon Soldier, the two ninjas' eyes changed, and they immediately exerted their strength.

Blood Demon Soldiers may not be very perceptive in other areas, but they are extremely perceptive in terms of blood energy and killing intent.

The moment the killing intent appeared, the fourth-tier Blood Demon Soldier unleashed its bloodthirsty power.

A transparent filament, through a layer of blood-fiend power, strangled the blood demon soldier's neck, suspending him directly.

The Blood Demon Soldier reached back and swung the Blood Soul, formed from condensed blood, at the top of his head to sever the invisible threads.

But the next moment, multiple threads wrapped around the Blood Demon Soldier's wrists, tearing them into a spread-eagle position, making it impossible for him to save himself.

Xu Duo, who was watching this scene from a distance, said softly, "These blood demon soldiers are very strong, but they are full of loopholes and flaws."

“After all, they are self-taught individuals, and they are humanoid puppets who won’t live long. Even if we teach them the basics and build a solid foundation, it will be a waste of time,” said Makino Ittosai, who was standing next to him, holding his sword with both hands.

Xu Duo nodded, but before he could say anything, he was drawn to the changes in front of him.

A ninja was about to stab the Blood Demon Soldier in the heart from behind with a knife. Perhaps sensing the danger, the fourth-tier Blood Demon Soldier unleashed its full power.

"Ah!" A massive amount of blood demonic power erupted from the Blood Demon Soldier's body, swirling around him like a cocoon.