How did I, an Onmyoji, become the Lord of Yokai?

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Meanwhile, in the underground altar of the Heian-kyo Genji clan, Shimizu Mio and Yamata began their next plan.

"Hehehe... How do you plan to lure that little guy into getting the Yasakani no Magatama?"

The evil god looked at Shimizu Mio with a bewitching gaze. The cold and mocking tone disappeared without her noticing, replaced by a deep and quiet demeanor, like a venomous snake hiding its fangs.

“You still have another force at Suzuka Mountain. Since Asahi mistakenly believes that your goal is the Yasakani no Magatama, then go along with his idea.”

"You should be able to keep it a secret from everyone else, only letting Chaoyang find out. You should be able to do that now."

"I see... It's a simple plan, but it's actually quite good. But aren't you afraid I'll secretly take action against that bastard?"

Hachimata narrowed his eyes, a chilling smile appearing on his wicked face, his purple pupils revealing a subtle threat.

"Not only can I fool everyone else, I can also kill him."

"If you're so capable, then go ahead and try."

The dark pupils reflected the figure of the evil god, and an indescribable, chilling killing intent instantly filled the surroundings. The originally warm space was almost unresponsive, turning into a bone-chilling cold!

"Oh my, what a terrifying look... Don't be nervous, Oomikami. Although I really want to kill him, I'm not stupid enough to kill him in front of Ibuki myself, hehehe..."

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Time slipped by unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, night fell.

Shimizu Asahi brought Ibuki and the others, along with Ōtakemaru, to the banquet. Since the incident had been resolved, they were all quite relaxed tonight. Although Ari and Aonobo were somewhat restrained, they still drank more than yesterday. As for Shimizu Asahi, he was pulled together by many yokai from Suzuka Mountain and ended up drinking with them while holding a sake bottle.

Having learned what had happened, they were filled with gratitude for Shimizu Asahi. Therefore, this banquet was not only to celebrate Suzukayama's rebirth, but also to celebrate Suzukayama having gained such a friend.

As the main character, Shimizu Asahi naturally had to drink until he was completely drunk.

Although he didn't want to drink so much, he couldn't resist the monsters' enthusiasm, so he could only drink one cup after another.

During this time, he also gave Ōtakemaru a pleading look, but Ōtakemaru pretended not to see it and remained unmoved.

He's going to have to go back to bed today; as Ōtakemaru said, no one can save him.

In the end, Shimizu Asahi was finally brought down by the alcohol. After all, he was just a human, and even a somewhat accomplished Onmyoji could not possibly defeat a yokai when it came to alcohol.

After he got drunk, the monsters couldn't help but laugh. Then, the three Ibuki girls carried him back to the mansion... Chapter 256, Section 253: Sister... Sister!?

In the deep and beautiful night sky, the bright moon hangs high, gazing quietly and gently at the earth, its silvery moonlight falling softly like a veil.

Under the moonlight, the tranquil island slept soundly, the occasional chirping of birds and insects adding a touch of life to the darkness.

It's like a painting; the moonlight, the islands, the birdsong, the sea... everything seems so peaceful.

The banquet at Suzuka Mountain tonight has ended. The yokai tidied up the venue and went back to rest arm in arm. Everyone fell into a deep sleep, and even Ibuki returned to her room drunk.

Of course, Ōtakemaru was no exception. Because he had drunk a few more cups, he did not continue to spy on Shimizu Asahi tonight.

If nothing unexpected happened, everyone would sleep until the next day. However, while everyone was fast asleep, a wisp of purple aura quietly emerged from the spirit array on a distant peak.

Shimizu Mio was right; Yamata had hidden a trace of power within the spirit array.

Although she asked Yamata to spare Suzuka Mountain, his plan for Suzuka Mountain began three hundred years ago. How could Shimizu Mio just let it go? It was only because he was powerless to resist that he was forced to agree to Shimizu Mio's request.

However, even so, he still intended to retain some strength to make further plans.

Unfortunately, Shimizu Mio saw through his thoughts and used his hidden agenda to plan Shimizu Asahi's future...

'This guy is definitely not someone you can let your guard down!'

Even though she was on the opposite side, Hachimata had to admit that no matter how willful the other party was, she was still the ruler of all the gods.

If she could rid herself of that unreasonable willfulness, she might become the most perfect being.

After a sigh of admiration, Hachimata suppressed his admiration and apprehension towards her, and then used his last remaining strength to fly towards the village.

The purple aura, like a phantom in the darkness, easily traversed dozens of miles and arrived at the residence of Ōtakemaru.

The moment it arrived at the Ōtakemaru residence, an invisible force quietly spread, and the entire residence immediately became silent.

The sleeping monsters slept even more soundly...

Meanwhile, in the room of Shimizu Asahi, the black-haired boy who had been lying quietly seemed to sense something, and his heavy and tired eyelids began to move slightly.

Then, a groan quietly sounded...

"Well......"

With a slightly painful headache, Shimizu Asahi gently opened his eyes. Looking at the pitch black space in front of him, he couldn't help but show a hint of confusion, "Where...am I?"

The next moment, a slight pain caught his attention. He covered his head and whispered uncomfortably, "It hurts." Then, he realized what was happening.

"Did I get drunk again...? Those guys really didn't hold back. I'm human, you know."

Recalling the drinking sessions at the banquet, the young man shook his head, finding it both amusing and somewhat helpless.

"You can't drink like that next time."

Rubbing his still somewhat aching head, Qingshui Chaoyang quietly got up.

He lit the oil lamp and poured himself a glass of water, intending to calm himself down.

He actually wanted to continue sleeping, but for some reason, he lost his sleepiness after waking up, and even if he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. So, he could only try to find temporary relief like this.

Fortunately, he knew Yin-Yang techniques for self-defense, which allowed him to use them to make things easier for himself.

So, after two or three minutes, the pain in his head gradually subsided.

After regaining his composure, he picked up his clothes and prepared to take a bath, since he had drunk too much and his body reeked of alcohol, which was quite unpleasant.

However, the moment he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, a strange and oppressive atmosphere quietly enveloped him.

Shimizu Asahi frowned slightly. He looked around with some confusion, muttering to himself, "What's going on with this atmosphere?"

His instincts told him that something bad seemed to have happened at this house.

Just as he was thinking this, a faint, elusive aura suddenly appeared.

Then, the boy's pupils suddenly contracted!

"This aura... it's Yamata no Orochi!?"

The boy, who was extremely sensitive to the aura of the evil god, instantly sensed the identity of the aura. He clenched his fist and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I didn't expect that He still had some power left here!"

"But it's so late, He thought... Wait, no!? The Yasakani no Magatama!"

As if a flash of inspiration struck, Qingshui Chaoyang quickly realized that if one plan failed, another would be devised: the evil god was trying to secretly take away the artifact!

Without hesitation, Shimizu Asahi immediately ran towards the location of the room. Because his room was relatively close to the room, he reached it in just over ten seconds.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a purple aura constantly swirling around the Yasakani no Magatama!

It's obvious that Orochi is suppressing the spirit!

"Don't think about it!"

A resolute and decisive spirit shone in the boy's eyes. Powerful spiritual energy surged forth instantly, and with a single step, Qing Shui Chao Yang arrived at the sword rack.

He decisively stretched out his palm, mobilized his spiritual power, and fought against the evil god together with the Yasakani no Magatama.

But the moment he did that, Yamata and Shimizu Mio, who were watching this scene from Heian-kyo, laughed at the same time.

The next moment, the purple aura surrounding the Yasakani no Magatama disappeared, and the spiritual power of Shimizu Asahi flowed into the artifact without any hindrance.

A dazzling light appeared, and the Yasakani no Magatama suddenly emitted a powerful light like the sun. This light instantly devoured everything, including the Shimizu Asahi, the sword rack, the tea set, and everything else placed there.

The sudden change left Shimizu Asahi's mind blank. He didn't have time to think about what was happening and could only instinctively raise his arm to block it. Then, the world began to spin, and Shimizu Asahi felt as if he had entered a rapidly spinning vortex. The crazy spinning sensation made his head confused, and a feeling of nausea surged over him like a tide.

Shimizu Asahi covered his mouth, enduring the nausea. He didn't know how long the feeling lasted; he only knew that when the nausea subsided, he couldn't help but gag.

So uncomfortable!

However, before he could make any further moves, a clear and authoritative voice suddenly entered his ears.

"Who are you! Why are you in my palace!"

"That voice is...?"

The sudden sound caught Shimizu Asahi's attention. Although his mind was still in a daze, he was still able to identify the owner of the voice.

Yes, he grew up listening to that voice, and no matter what happens, he can never forget it.

Because that's his older sister, Shimizu Mio's voice! Chapter 257 (Chapter 254): My sister wants to hit me, what should I do? Waiting online, urgent!

In the quiet and sacred palace, the young man and woman looked at each other. One looked astonished and confused, while the other looked cold and arrogant.

They looked at each other in silence, and apart from the girl's aloof question earlier, they had no other exchange.

A few minutes later, the elegant black-haired girl frowned slightly.

Since she took over the land of the gods, apart from her two younger brothers, no one has dared to look directly at her like that. Even the other gods would lower their heads to show respect when facing her.

But this mortal who had somehow managed to get to her palace not only ignored her questions but also dared to look directly at her without fear. Was it because she hadn't descended to the mortal realm for so long that people had forgotten her nobility?

The girl's eyes, as piercing as stars, revealed obvious impatience.

She spoke again, her voice more authoritative as she questioned him: "Human! Answer my question, who are you, and why are you in my palace!"

The girl's voice finally brought the boy's dazed gaze to focus, but faced with the girl's aggressive questioning, he seemed... somewhat strange?

Yes, it's strange, like the girl did something that was out of character for her.

That obviously strange expression stirred a hint of anger within the girl.

What kind of expression is that? As the lord of all gods, how dare you ask me what's wrong with that kind of tone!

The girl, already somewhat displeased by Shimizu Asahi's sudden appearance, was now even more displeased. She took a deep breath, preparing to question and reprimand him with even colder words, but at that moment, the black-haired boy spoke...

"Sister, what's going on?"

That's right, the black-haired girl in front of him is his older sister, Shimizu Mio!

Actually, Shimizu Asahi did hear Shimizu Mio's question; he was just too surprised by Shimizu Mio's sudden appearance in front of him, so he couldn't say anything for a moment.

The Shimizu Mio before my eyes was completely different from the Shimizu Asahi I had imagined. She wasn't wearing her favorite light blue long dress, but instead a magnificent gold robe. The gold robe was embroidered with countless patterns and designs, including mountains, birds and beasts, stars, and the earth.

If it were just a change of clothes, it wouldn't be enough to leave Shimizu Asahi speechless.

After all, his sister was beautiful and could pull off any outfit. Moreover, he always felt that his sister had a noble air about her, and she could easily carry off even such a gorgeous gold dress.