I am Jinshan Youxia

none of them.

the reason is simple--

"Buzz!" Countless sword cries overlapped together.

The world changed drastically. The gentle sun in the sky dimmed, and the earth's color changed from black soil to a dark red, as if it had drunk too much blood. Buildings disappeared, and countless translucent longswords materialized from the void and were planted all over the earth, their jagged edges holding everyone firmly in place.

Welcome to my world.

Zhang Chengyi's voice resounded in everyone's hearts, and all the swords trembled, cheering for their master's arrival.

Sword intent has a significant advantage over various energies such as internal force, true qi, true essence, spiritual power, blood energy, and mental energy. It can even overcome the major drawbacks of sword intent, such as insufficient lethality and extremely low interference with the outside world.

That is, the release of sword intent does not need to go through any channel or through the body. Sword intent is a kind of will or intention, which is even more ethereal than spiritual energy.

Especially after being improved by the God's Light Sphere, the sword intent suitable for the body of the amorous swordsman and the ruthless swordsman is without quality or quantity; its essence is an extremely aggressive will cultivated with internal force.

If one cannot resist his will, one will be dominated; but if one's will is strong enough, one can ignore the influence of sword intent.

Many martial arts techniques and moves in Gu Long's world involve profound and mysterious realms, naturally providing fertile ground for such sword intent. However, 'intent' and 'realm' are more of an auxiliary element, and masters are often so determined that they can hardly exert their influence.

But what would happen if the modified sword intent were stacked infinitely?

From controlling one's inner strength to controlling others, and ultimately to infinitely accumulating the power to control all things.

Of course, Zhang Chengyi cannot control everything yet. After all, the stronger the sword intent, the more damage it does to the body. His physical constitution cannot withstand it. However, he can easily control a small space temporarily, simulating the sword energy space of Sword Twenty-Three, which is the Sword Heart Hell.

If every person, every living thing, the soil, the air, and the water all felt the changes in sunlight, the changes in the color of the earth, and time was stretched infinitely, and a sword appeared out of nowhere, the boundary between truth and falsehood would begin to blur.

Within this space, if Zhang Chengyi disregarded physical damage, his strength would be limitless, making him a god—

I'll kill you too.

The next second, or perhaps the next year, the sword intent space disappeared. Except for a few people, all the martial artists who rushed into Xingyun Manor fell unconscious. The sword slaves knelt on the ground, overjoyed and weeping as they faced the traces left by the endless sword intent.

For them, the Sword Intent Space was nothing short of paradise.

The garden, which was originally desolate in winter, is now full of life. Green grass grows on the ground, branches and leaves hang from the bare trees, and clusters of flowers quietly bloom along the walls.

The world that was dominated and deceived ultimately operated for a fleeting moment according to Zhang Chengyi's will.

Li Xunhuan held his throwing knife in his hand, all his energy exhausted in the previous resistance, and he stood there unconscious.

An elderly man in a blue robe knelt a short distance away, unable to lift his neck. Even as the number one on the weapon ranking list, once universally acknowledged as the greatest master in the world, he couldn't raise his head under the immense pressure of the sword intent. His voice was hoarse as he said, "This is..."

"What move?"

If Zhang Chengyi hadn't shown mercy, there wouldn't have been a single survivor. The fact that this old man, Tianji, survived and remained conscious is shameful, because he relaxed his mind in the latter half and pretended to agree with the sword intent. Now he can no longer hold his Tianji staff.

It has completely transformed into the form of ruthless sword intent.

The fact that Zhang Chengyi didn't become a sword slave, aside from his quick reflexes, was simply a matter of his last bit of backbone and pride.

"Hmm, about naming it."

Zhang Chengyi landed calmly, adjusted his power to the lowest level, took a deep breath of the warm air filled with the fragrance of flower petals, felt a little sorry for the half a year of his lifespan and a large part of his physical limit that he had just burned away in an instant, and said with a smile: "Let's call it the Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting Sword Twenty-Three".

His own unique creation, the Heaven-Opening Sword, number twenty-three.

Unfortunately, this trick can control anyone, the world, and even all things, but it cannot control oneself, because it is impossible for a person to deceive himself with the utmost sincerity.

Otherwise, if he had stepped on his own foot with his left, he would have already ascended to heaven and left.

"By the way, where is Shangguan Jin Hong?" Zhang Chengyi looked around with some confusion.

The sword slave looked at him with fanatical eyes and said, "My lord, the person you just photographed is Shangguan Jin Hong."

"Forehead……"

Zhang Chengyi scratched his head. Oh well, he didn't plan to talk to Shangguan Jin Hong anyway.

Next comes the rather uninteresting, straightforward phase, so let's fast forward to sleep and wait for the next awakening.

"Ha~ Ah," he yawned and slowly walked back to the bedroom.

That's why he puts so much effort into finding ways to keep this body alive.

Chapter 152 Me, the Mouse

The rest of the situation is considered resolved.

Zhang Chengyi pulled his thoughts back. The Highschool of the Dead was progressing smoothly. Even if they didn't get on a plane, taking a boat would be just as good, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Meanwhile, in the Main God Space, they awaited Zhang Jie's arrival, while in the Wind and Cloud World, they were on their way to the Leshan Giant Buddha...

This is where things get complicated.

He looked at the water vat in front of him and sighed in a very human way.

"Tick tock~"

Rainwater dripped from the roof into the water tank, and the rippling water reflected a cute field mouse about twenty centimeters long. Its ears were round and small, its grayish-brown fur was shiny and glossy, its paws were clutching a leaf, and its bright little eyes were filled with a hint of sadness, making it look adorable.

He saw no joy whatsoever in the sight of the cute animals.

Because that's who he is.

Zhang Chengyi scooped some water from the water vat with a leaf and drank it. Then, in a mouse-like manner, he raised his paw to wipe his cheek, straightened up, and was about to jump down into the water vat when he heard footsteps. He turned around and saw a farmer with a dangerous expression on his face standing at the door watching him.

"Snapped!"

The farmer slapped a broom against the edge of the water tank.

Zhang Chengyi easily dodged it. Although the physical limits of field mice are a bit low, their combined agility makes them difficult for ordinary humans to catch.

"Hey, would you believe me if I said I'm the Rat God?" he said earnestly, standing on the broom with a rat-like face.

Even though this dilapidated house was bare, he didn't want to go outside at all. The rain was so heavy and the ground was all mud. The field mice probably wouldn't care, but he would have a problem with it.

The nearby field mice swarmed, and when they went into their burrows, they had to squeeze in with the others. And, perhaps because his body had swelled up in just a few days due to his enhanced constitution, several female field mice were circling around him every day...

Instead of sending him underground to be harassed by the mother rat, it would be better to try communicating with the farmer.

The powerful translation function easily translated the mouse language into Japanese.

The farmer's expression shifted from danger to blankness to panic. He shuddered, dropped his broom, and ran out, shouting, "Monster! Monster!"

The locals in ancient Japan were so impolite.

Zhang Chengyi complained, loosened his grip on the edge of the water tank, and fell onto the broom on the ground. Then he slowly walked to the wall, used all four paws to climb up to the roof very quickly, crawled into the swallow's nest, lay down, covered himself with leaves, and yawned.

"Ha~ Ah"

Never mind, I'll get some sleep first, and then go out and explore after the rain stops. I wonder what kind of world this is, ancient Japan...

He drifted off to sleep.

[Someone is coming] After a while, Zhang Chengyi woke up when he heard dense footsteps approaching. He didn't know where the leaves covering him had been kicked to. He peeked down from the edge of the swallow's nest and saw five farmers holding various wooden tools searching around the house.

No, can you be this brave when you encounter a monster?

"Hey!" Zhang Chengyi shouted, propping his cheek up with one hand and lounging lazily on the edge of the swallow's nest.

Anyway, he's not a real field mouse, he's a field mouse that's practiced martial arts, so he's not afraid at all.

Observing the village for a few days was enough for him to roughly understand the villagers' basic situation and some gossip. He even clearly saw that a peasant woman was secretly having an affair with several other farmers behind her husband's back.

In backward ancient Japan, who would pay any special attention to a field mouse that appears and disappears unpredictably?

"Monster! It's up there!"

A daring farmer poked it up with his stick.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're something special."

"I'm really angry!" Zhang Chengyi chuckled, jumped up, slid down the wooden stick, stepped on the farmer's hand, and the whole rat leaped toward the farmer's face.

Mouse Missile!

"Boom!"

"Ouch!" The farmer cried out as a large, fat rat, twenty centimeters long, punched him in the nose, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

However, the rat's attack was not over yet. After Zhang Chengyi finished his attack, he spread his limbs and quickly climbed onto the farmer's head. Before the farmer fell to the ground, he pushed off with all his might and his body flew out.

"Boom!"

"what!"

"Ouch!"

The mouse leaps and bounds among the crowd, displaying exceptional agility while also possessing considerable strength; a hit to a vulnerable spot can still be quite painful.

The farmers waved sticks and other weapons wildly in the air but couldn't touch anything; in fact, the sticks became the rats' means of attack.

Within ten seconds, four out of the five people collapsed. Three of them were bleeding, and the other one, presumably fainting at the sight of blood, screamed and collapsed upon seeing others bleeding.

"I'm just staying here for a while, I'll eat some food and drink some water, it won't cost much, and I can pay you."

Zhang Chengyi, standing on the head of his defeated opponent, looked at the homeowner he had deliberately let go and spoke patiently.

He really is rich. Although I don't know him, I saw some villagers hiding money. Don't get me wrong, the money wasn't stolen; it was found on the ground.

The farmer was terrified as he watched the large rat chat with him in a very polite tone. This only made him more frightened. He didn't care about his four companions who were accompanying him home and turned to run away.

Hmm, this scene looks familiar.

Zhang Chengyi jumped off the head of the fallen farmer and disgustedly rubbed his greasy paws on the ground.

These people don't seem to shower or wash their hair much; their faces and hair are very oily.

[Speaking of which, did Japan have cats in ancient times?] He wondered curiously, ignoring the farmers who were lying on the ground groaning in pain. He quickly climbed onto the roof beam, lay down against the wall, and looked out through the crack at the continuous curtain of rain. The sound of raindrops was so hypnotic that he felt sleepy again.

Zhang Chengyi stuck out his pink little tongue and subconsciously wanted to lick his paws, but then realized something was wrong and quickly withdrew his tongue. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, pretended nothing had happened.

Rats have such strange instincts.

The farmers on the ground gradually and quietly fled their houses, and the rain gradually subsided. By evening, the rain had stopped, but the homeowners still hadn't returned.

Zhang Chengyi waited for a while. The rain had stopped outside, but the ground was too muddy. As a clean mouse, he stood at the window for a while, looking out at the quiet village, feeling quite bored. Then he went back to the corner and waited for sleep to come.

Rats are very alert creatures, and after he maxed out their stats in every aspect, they became even more alert, so he wasn't worried at all about farmers sneaking up on him.

Could it be that the whole village ran away because a monster appeared?

He thought about it in a scattered way. Rats, ugh, field mice, although their bodies are fragile and inconvenient, they are still an interesting perspective. He persisted in playing with zombies, so how could he give up on field mice?