Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 89 Artistic Conception (1)

At this moment, the two grandmasters stared intently at the seemingly inconspicuous piece of ore.

Even Yagyu Muneyoshi's usually calm and collected mind couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

Hozoin Inei suddenly stood up, his tall body leaning slightly forward with excitement. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

This stone could easily be considered a sacred object by modern humans.

"Amitabha Buddha, excellent! Excellent!"

Hozoin Inei's voice was loud but choked with emotion as he repeatedly chanted Buddhist mantras, trying to calm the turbulent emotions within him: "That's wonderful! So, the Buddha hasn't abandoned us mortals after all?"

As top-tier combatants on the human side, both of them found it extremely difficult to face the evil spirits.

An immortal body has an instinctive craving for flesh and blood; touching it means certain death, and it may even be transformed into one of its own kind by evil spirits.

The immense hardships decimated the nation's population, leaving only a few thousand people in Pingdingshan.

They even pessimistically considered that Pingdingshan was deliberately left behind by evil spirits, as if to drive prey to a certain place to increase hunting efficiency.

Countless brave soldiers lost their lives, and the results were often minimal.

Deep down, they may have long harbored the hope of defeating the evil spirits.

After a brief moment of excitement, the two masters quickly suppressed their turbulent emotions and regained their composure as leaders.

They knew that this one stone was far from enough; they needed many more.

"One stone cannot save everyone."

Yagyu Muneyoshi said in a deep voice, "We must find other ores, preferably the vein of this stone."

"Then we immediately gathered the elderly people and craftsmen who were familiar with the area to find the source of the stone."

The monk Ze'an immediately said, "There are still quite a few of these stones in the places we went to before. We didn't have time to take too many then, but there was enough to equip over a hundred people in that place."

This is another piece of excellent news.

Hozoin Inei proposed another idea: "For now, let's split this stone in two. One part will be used to forge knife tips and spearheads, and the other part will be used to find new raw materials for the craftsmen."

After briefly defining the strategy, the two masters left to find those in charge of the tasks.

Faced with such an important matter, he even forgot about Shinmen Musashi and Wang Bai.

The monk Ze'an apologized to the two people beside him.

"The two masters are too excited, so they have been a bit rude. How about I arrange accommodation and some simple meals for Mr. Wang Bai?"

The monk Ze'an made thoughtful arrangements; although the conditions were simple, one could still feel that he had made every effort to provide the best food.

The main items were some pickled vegetables, rice porridge, and a small grilled fish, which were extremely rare in this post-apocalyptic environment.

Wang Bai didn't complain and ate quietly.

Shinmen Musashi sat opposite him, looking somewhat uneasy.

He felt he had offended the other person in their world before, but such a powerful person shouldn't hold a grudge.

As Wang Bai ate, night gradually fell over the sky, the last ray of light was swallowed up, and Pingdingshan fell into a deeper silence.

Torches were set up and fixed to the surrounding walls for lighting.

However, this silence did not last long.

roar-

The roars, filled with greed and savagery, shattered the tranquility of the night.

"Enemy attack! The demons are coming!"

"Alert! High alert! Everyone on the perimeter!"

The piercing alarm and the guards' desperate shouts instantly echoed throughout the settlement.

The firelight flickered, the figures were in a panic, and fear spread like a plague.

This time, the evil spirit has appeared; who knows how many lives it will take before it is satisfied.

Shinmen Musashi quickly stood up, his face grave.

"The noise outside! Are there really so many evil spirits?!"

Shinmen Musashi looked at Wang Bai beside him, only to see that the other was also looking outside and had put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Let's go check out the situation outside."

We left the houses and came to the open space of the settlement.

Yagyu Muneyoshi and Hozoin Inei were already there, their expressions more severe than ever before.

They were slightly embarrassed when they saw Wang Bai arrive. They had been too excited and had forgotten about this distinguished guest for a moment. They quickly gestured for him to pay their respects.

Standing on the city wall, I could only see a dozen or so evil spirits below, constantly scratching their nails as they climbed up the wall.

Whenever they climbed to a certain height, the soldiers on the city wall would use their spears and rolling logs to smash the demons down.

"These are the lowest level of evil spirits; they still possess some intelligence at the beginning of their transformation."

However, if they are deprived of flesh and blood for an extended period, they will gradually go mad, lose their reason, and only instinctively crave flesh and blood.

Standing to Wang Bai's side, Yagyu Muneyoshi explained, "These evil spirits usually hide in caves and in the shadows of trees."

However, when their numbers increase, they become even more troublesome than high-level evil spirits.

"But our area is sparsely populated and remote, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, which makes it easier to deal with them."

"What's more difficult are some high-level evil spirits that possess intelligence —"

Before Yagyu Muneyoshi could finish speaking, someone shouted from below the city wall, "You bunch of idiots! Attacking like this, you'll never climb up here in your entire lives!"

A splendidly dressed demon with red eyes stared at the people on the city wall with a voracious appetite, howling through the woods.

"Form a human ladder! Climb up one by one. You're all immortal anyway, so get on! Hold on tight to whatever's around you so the people above don't shoot you down!"

These low-level evil spirits seemed to instinctively fear the high-level evil spirits who could speak human language, and they all acted according to the other party's instructions, quickly building a human ladder.

This immediately increased the pressure on the city wall.

Yagyu Muneyoshi and Hozoin Inei were extremely anxious. The ore they had just acquired had not yet been fused with the weapon to form a single part, so it was completely unusable.

Just then, a figure jumped down from the sky and kicked the human ladder to pieces.

Upon closer inspection, everyone recognized the new face—the distinguished guest mentioned by the monk Ze'an.

Some people even believe that the city wall was breached, which is why they jumped down early to end their lives.

But what happened next was unbelievable to everyone. The evil spirits that were usually difficult to deal with were now being dealt with by Mr. Wang Bai with just one punch each!

In less than a minute, more than a dozen evil spirits turned to ashes and were scattered by the wind.

"How—how is this possible?!"

The demon in command was equally incredulous. When did humans become capable of killing demons?

Shouldn't it be a struggle that ultimately turns into food in his mouth?

However, the sight before him forced him to believe that this had actually happened.

When Wang Bai looked at Zi Guang, that figure immediately startled the evil spirit.

This is the person Lord Ghost King was looking for; I never expected him to be here.

Yes, that's right. Apart from the gathering places that the demons deliberately left behind to attract idle humans, it's unlikely that they went anywhere else.

We must quickly inform Muzan and other higher-ranking adults of this news!

Perhaps he could even receive a bloodline grant from a superior, making him stronger, and it's not impossible that he could even obtain a numerical position.

Thinking of this, the evil spirit turned and left.

However, just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud bang from behind.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Wang Bai's fist already in front of him.

Thud—

As soon as Wang Bai landed, the evil spirit behind him instantly turned into a cloud of ashes and fell to the ground, where it was then scattered by the wind.

The soldiers, who were prepared to sacrifice themselves, froze for a few seconds, then burst into loud cheers and knelt down in the direction of Wang Bai.

"A god has descended to earth!"

"A god has descended to earth!"

Not only the soldiers, but even the two grandmasters were deeply moved by the scene and wanted to kneel down like the soldiers.

Then he looked at the monk Ze'an with a reproachful expression. If they had known there was such a formidable person, why would they have cared about the ore? They could have just asked this person in front of them.

Seeing their expressions, the monk Ze'an immediately understood what they were thinking. He shook his head with a wry smile and gave a simple explanation.

The two masters suddenly realized that the other's ability could not be copied, and suppressed their regret.

He then reminded them, "Afterwards, you should change your story to what you told everyone. Say that it was a god descending to earth to save humanity. Otherwise, some traitors and spies behind the scenes might do something detrimental."

Monk Ze'an nodded, indicating that he understood.

When Wang Bai returned to the stronghold, he was immediately and solemnly invited to the living room by the two grandmasters.

Wang Bai was equally blunt, and learned from the monk Ze'an that the two best teachers to learn about artistic conception were the two people in front of him.

At the banquet, the monk Takuan briefly explained his encounter with Upper Moon Seven and how he was saved by Wang Bai, and frankly stated that Wang Bai's goal was to go to Kyoto and end Muzan Kibutsuji's reign.

Upon hearing this, both grandmasters showed a look of shock.

Slaying evil spirits is already an extraordinary feat, let alone the fact that the opponent slew evil spirits that were personally selected and given a number by the Ghost King, directly targeting the Ghost King himself—an unheard-of wild idea.

But looking at the calm Wang Bai, they couldn't associate him with arrogance.

Hozoin Inei spoke first, his voice booming: "Your Excellency possessing such power is truly a blessing for humanity."

However, the Demon King occupies the capital, commanding countless evil spirits, and he himself possesses immortality and unpredictable demonic power.

It would be difficult to succeed by relying on one person alone.

He was not questioning, but stating a generally accepted fact.

Wang Bai responded calmly: "Power does not take only one form."

Immortality is not absolute.

His previous method of instantly defeating Dao Mo has already proven the latter.

Yagyu Muneyoshi stared intently at Wang Bai: "Your power—is very peculiar. It is not an ordinary realm, nor is it Blood Demon Art."

It seems to originate from a completely different kind of "reason".

Wang Bai nodded, not hiding anything: "What I use is a power called Rune Runes from my world, but it requires a special energy to activate, which you cannot do."

Wang Bai's straightforward statement finally left the two masters feeling regretful.

Even though I had expected it, I still found it hard to accept the result.

"But you two masters shouldn't belittle yourselves," Wang Bai comforted them. "The power you wield, called 'Artistic Conception,' is equally astonishing."

In fact, Wang Bai has many methods to mitigate the impact of the lack of artistic conception.

Even a normal demi-human or magician would probably not be able to easily defeat someone with an aura of spiritual power.

All three sides are close to the first kill and the first move winning.

"I understand what Mr. Wang Bai means."

Hozoin Inei and Yagyu Muneyoshi were surprised that the other party also wanted to learn about artistic conception.

However, this kind of thing cannot be learned simply by being taught; it requires substantial accumulation of knowledge and innate comprehension.

This is no longer a time for sectarianism and factionalism; the two grandmasters have shared almost all their insights with the survivors.

But very few people can grasp the essence of the conception like they do.

"The next old man was once hailed as unparalleled in the world, but when he truly reached that level of mastery, his former reputation for pursuing unparalleled excellence proved to be nothing more than that."

Yagyu Muneyoshi's originally kind old man image suddenly changed.

"The true sword, the true principle, lies within this world."

The figure of Yagyu Muneyoshi had vanished, but his voice came from inside the high school.

Looking up, the gloomy sky had cleared up at some point, and Yagyu Muneyoshi's upper body was hundreds of meters high, blocking out the sky.

Yagyu Muneyoshi swung his arm, seemingly turning the sky into a long sword, and slashed down with it.

Wang Bai wanted to hide, but didn't know where to hide.

Look to the left; the blade comes from the left.

Look to the right; the blade comes from the right.

Look up, the blade is directly above you.

Looking down, the blade is directly below.

Wang Bai understood: the entire world here was a blade in the hand of Yagyu Muneyoshi.

After he drew his sword, the blade was already at his neck, for he had entered the other's "world".

"Mr. Wang Bai, this is my artistic conception. I wonder if you can grasp its essence?"

Wang Bai nodded. He had already understood the artistic conception of Yagyu Muneyoshi, but unfortunately, this artistic conception felt too remote, only encompassing a small corner of the world.

The realm he envisioned was not merely the world of a town, a nation, or even the world at large.

Rather, it is the universe within countless worlds.

However, it was too vast, so vast that he couldn't even imagine how such a mood could be formed.

"I think Mr. Wang Bai seems to have grasped the concept, but he is still hesitant. Why don't you take a look at my artistic conception?"

"It is Hozoin Inei who is standing to the side who spoke up."

Then, Wang Bai realized that he was in a small courtyard.

Baozangyuan Yinrong held a plain spear in his hand, the tip of which was pointed at Wang Bai.

He did not sit still, but stood in a seemingly relaxed but actually flawless posture, his gaze intense, which contrasted sharply with Yagyu Muneyoshi's composure.

But in Wang Bai's perception, the other party was just a relaxed and ordinary old man doing normal activities, even though the tip of the gun was about to pierce his throat.

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