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

The sharpness of the blade did indeed shock him, but it could not shake his will. No matter how strong Minamoto no Saneyoshi was, he could not stop him from trying to escape!

As the middle-aged man receded into the distance, a hint of joy flashed in Qing Shui Chaoyang's eyes. As long as he escaped from here, everything would be over!

But... suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared beside him.

His pupils contracted sharply, and before his gaze could even shift, a cold and dazzling blade of light swept towards him!

"......!?"

With the talisman in hand moving continuously, Qing Shui Chao Yang reached out his left hand and, as if he had expected it, blocked his wrist.

Admittedly, Shimizu Asahi's strength lies entirely in Yin-Yang magic, but that does not mean he is ignorant of martial arts.

At all times, Onmyoji must learn martial arts skills sufficient for self-defense, even if they are still Onmyoji students!

Of the many enemies surrounding him, only Minamoto no Saneyoshi could put endless pressure on him; the others had not yet reached the level of a great demon.

Therefore, one hand is enough to deal with them!

But just as he was thinking this, a sense of crisis came from behind him. Shimizu Asahi instinctively turned his head, and then, the light of a blade engulfed his vision...

Can't stop!

Without even using his blue shield, he was completely unable to withstand such an attack, even though he was trying his best to suppress Minamoto Saneyoshi!

"hateful!"

The black-haired boy cursed under his breath, reluctantly withdrawing his spell and stomping his foot heavily.

The next moment, he soared into the air.

Although he couldn't suppress Minamoto no Saneyoshi to the point of completely escaping the encirclement, he was only one step away... As long as he could overcome this final obstacle, he could escape from here!

However... a dark shadow covered his body, and before his brain could react, a terrifying force that seemed to tear him apart surged forth.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

The sounds of fists colliding with flesh and flesh hitting the ground rang out almost simultaneously, and the clear water and rising sun in mid-air fell to the ground.

"Puwa!"

Blood gushed from his throat. The black-haired boy clutched his chest, writhing in pain. A wave of agony engulfed his body. Minamoto no Yoshimi's punch had caused him immense suffering.

"Shimizu Asahi, you are indeed very strong. I alone may not be able to stop you, but I have many Genji elites. Surrounded by this inescapable net, you cannot escape."

"That last strike was a warning. If you don't admit defeat, then next time, it will be my blade!"

A calm yet heavy voice rang out, and the Genji master and Minamoto no Saneyoshi surrounded him once again.

The resolute man looked down at them, his eyes like those of a venomous snake...

"Cough cough...a warning? Ha..."

The black-haired boy laughed, struggling to get up from the ground, a cold smile appearing on his handsome face.

"It seems you've decided I can't escape..."

"If it's just you, you have absolutely no chance of escaping."

"If it's just me...? Perhaps I'll have to disappoint you." Shimizu Asahi realized that if he were alone, he would have no chance of escaping. But he wasn't alone; he still had Aonobo... his shikigami!

However, Minamoto no Saneyoshi smiled, as if he had guessed what Shimizu Asahi was thinking, and said, "If you are waiting for your shikigami, then I'm sorry, she can't come."

"No, perhaps she will never be able to come back to you in this lifetime."

"Our orders are not to kill you first; you can live. But she... there's no need to!"

......

On the ice bridge, a blue-haired girl stood against the wind, and before her stood the Genji army...

PS: Third update! Awesome!

PS: "I, Merlin, am going to build a Gundam!"

Synopsis: In the fifth century AD, King Arthur fought a decisive battle against Vortigern.

King Arthur, Artoria, was piloting a Gundam, wielding a giant holy sword. Behind her, the sky was filled with star destroyers that blotted out the sun, and on the ground were various individual combat mechs, apocalypse tanks, and armored vehicles.

Vortigern, clad in ordinary armor, looked at the knight's sword in his hand and fell into deep thought. "What the hell is this? What the hell is this?"

Merlin, who was in Avalon and enjoying the service of Morgan le Fay and Vivian, watched this scene with a smile and said nothing.

Chapter 123, Section 120: Isn't it natural for a shikigami to be stronger than its master?

Under the night sky, shrouded in mist, and on the wooden bridge, frost spread.

The ice froze the sea, froze the crowds, and froze malice as well.

The coastline, once ablaze with starlight, was now silent. A damp sea breeze blew in from afar, gently dispelling any lingering malice, and in an instant, peace and tranquility descended.

The girl stood in the wind, her long, beautiful hair, as white as ice crystals, swaying gently.

She raised her head slightly, her pale yellow eyes piercing through the mist.

The stars twinkled in the night sky.

The Pavilion of Parting has been saved, so Qingnufang no longer needs to stay here. However, she has no intention of leaving.

Whether it's rescuing the songstress of Liren Pavilion or stopping the lord of Xingyuan City, she doesn't need to take action; Shimizu Asahi and Shimizu Mio are enough to handle it.

She can simply wait here quietly.

However, the peace did not last long. Like a sudden downpour on a sunny day, a dense chorus of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Her pupils darted around, and Qingnufang subconsciously looked over.

The next moment, the figure appeared.

Countless black figures emerged from the mist, dressed in black, wielding blades, their chilling killing intent piercing to the bone!

"Genji?"

As the dragon gentian pattern came into view, Qing Nufang instantly recognized their identities.

However, after confirming his identity, his handsome brows furrowed.

On the first night, Shimizu Mio told her about the appearance of the Genji. After receiving the information, she deduced their purpose—the great yokai Shiranui!

Although it's unclear why the Genji secretly sent people after refusing the mission, it's none of their business. Kyohara Shiranui is just a legend, and no matter how they investigate, they won't find a single clue. Once they realize this, they'll obediently leave.

Therefore, she paid no attention to Genji's movements.

But she didn't expect that Genji would act at this time!

What are they planning?

Qingnvfang knew that Genji would not be fooled by Otahara's false information, and that this sudden action must have other plans!

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the girl turned her head.

She looked in the direction where Otahara was.

There, Otahara stood quietly as if he hadn't noticed anything, while Shimizu Mio, who was supposed to stop him, was nowhere to be seen.

"Have we become the target now...?"

She exhaled gently, her furrowed brows slowly relaxing, and the girl looked back at the Genji army.

The frost began to spread again...

......

In Heian-kyo, inside the underground altar of the Genji clan, a strange man gazed ahead, his purple snake-like eyes filled with interest.

He was watching a performance, a performance he had arranged himself.

It was not the Genji clan that manipulated people's hearts, but him.

Only he could control the people of a city in an instant.

No, not only the people of Kyohara, but even the members of the Minamoto clan were under his control.

He once said that this time, he would make an exception and lend Genji his power, but the price for obtaining the power would be to perform for him—a performance that would amuse him!

Genji, swayed by temptation and greed, agreed to this price.

They didn't know that only performances personally orchestrated by the gods could please them...

"Hehehe... What are you going to do next? If you don't escape quickly, that songstress will turn into a monster and die right in front of you."

"Ah, I almost forgot, your shikigami is in danger too. After you escape, who will you save first?"

"A shikigami? Or a songstress?"

"Or... can't we save either of them?"

"Haha, if that were really the case, you'd be tormented by guilt, wouldn't you? I really want to see you in pain... If you're in pain, she'll be in pain too..."

"Ah, I'm starting to look forward to it..."

......

In the mist-shrouded, dilapidated streets, Shimizu Asahi struggled to his feet.

"So you also attacked Qingnvfang...?"

“Ah, after all, we will not allow anyone to get in our way. And your shikigami is too dangerous. Therefore, we must eliminate it.”

The man paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Our orders are to kill her. Not to suppress her like you are now, just take her head. A very simple task."

"Your shikigami may have already encountered my Minamoto clan members."

"Isn't it... suppression?" The black-haired boy suddenly laughed, as if he had heard some good news, and laughed happily.

Everyone knows that suppressing the enemy is more difficult than defeating them. Minamoto no Saneyoshi dispatched a force capable of killing Aonomebo, but even this force might not be able to stop her...

“You seem to have misunderstood something. Since I said these words, it means that I am confident enough to kill her. No matter what methods she uses, she cannot escape the inescapable net.”

The Genji warriors sent to the Blue Maiden's Chamber were those who had obtained the power of the evil god. They were the most elite soldiers of the Genji and the most powerful force in the Genji clan. No monster could escape from their grasp!

The demise of Qingnvfang was already inevitable.