The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

"Be careful, his wine is highly poisonous!"

Si Teng quickly took a step back, and more vines flew out from his sleeves, forming a barrier in front of him.

Yue Qiluo formed a hand seal, and the paper figures fluttered and rushed towards Shuten-dōji like a swarm of butterflies.

Shuten-dōji opened his mouth and inhaled all the paper figures, letting out a burp: "The taste is not bad, but the paper smell is a bit strong."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand, and a streak of blood-red flame shot straight at Yue Qiluo's face.

Si Teng hurriedly lashed out with his vines to pull Yue Qiluo back. The blood flames grazed Yue Qiluo's hair and melted a machine tool behind her into molten iron, demonstrating the extremely high temperature.

Shirakawa Seimei laughed maniacally, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth: "See that? This is the power of the strongest shikigami in Great Japan! Today... you will all die here!"

Lin Mu shook his head: "How dare a mere brat run wild in the Dragon Kingdom?"

He took a step forward, and his body shone with golden light. A huge Bagua diagram appeared on the ground, with golden light flowing and runes flickering.

"Qian is three continuous lines, Kun is six broken lines, Zhen is an upturned bowl, Gen is an overturned bowl..."

With each phrase Lin Mu recited, a corner of the Bagua formation would light up, and golden light would soar into the sky, illuminating the entire workshop as if it were daytime.

"The middle of Li is empty, the middle of Kan is full, the top of Dui is missing, and the bottom of Xun is broken."

Eight beams of light rose fully, forming a perfect barrier that enveloped the entire battlefield.

Shuten-dōji's expression changed slightly: "The Eight Trigrams Demon-Subduing Formation? Just who are you?"

It could feel the suppressive effect of the formation on the demonic energy, and the flow of demonic power around its body became somewhat sluggish.

"The one who will kill you."

Lin Mu spoke calmly, and with a wave of his hand, a halberd appeared out of thin air. Lightning crackled and sparked across its body, radiating a destructive aura.

With a casual slash, lightning flashed, and the spot where Shuten-dōji was standing instantly exploded, sending cement fragments flying everywhere.

Amidst the billowing dust, Shuten-dōji let out a painful roar, his body suddenly swelling and transforming into his true form as a six-meter-tall demon.

Its fangs were exposed, its eyes were blood-red, and its muscles were bulging, exuding a terrifying demonic aura.

"Go to hell!"

Shuten-dōji slammed his gourd, and a torrent of poisonous wine poured down like a rainstorm, corroding metal and melting cement wherever it went.

Si Teng gave a sharp shout, and thousands of vines intertwined to form an umbrella-like protective barrier over Lin Mu's head.

The poisoned wine sizzled and emitted billowing white smoke as it corroded the vines, but ultimately failed to break through the defenses.

The vines continued to grow, fighting against the poisoned wine.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yue Qiluo made her move, and countless paper figures turned into chains that bound Shuten-dōji.

Shuten-dōji roared, and blue flames erupted from his body, instantly igniting the paper chain.

But in that instant of delay, Lin Mu's halberd, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, pierced straight for Shuten-dōji's heart.

Chapter 116: Favorable Weather

This halberd strike was faster than lightning, and its body was wrapped with the most powerful and yang-infused demon-slaying divine lightning!

The overwhelming thunderous power instantly suppressed and swept away the surging demonic energy surrounding Shuten-dōji.

Shuten-dōji's crimson pupils suddenly contracted; the lightning speed far exceeded its expectations, and defending and blocking was now a pipe dream.

In the face of death, this ancient demon could only rely on its fighting instincts to desperately twist its massive body to the side in an attempt to avoid vital organs.

"Pfft——!"

A harsh tearing sound sounded.

Despite the attempt to dodge, the gleaming crescent blade of the halberd still pierced its left shoulder blade with deadly precision.

The moment the halberd tip pierced the flesh, the accumulated evil-destroying divine lightning erupted with a roar.

“Ouch——!!!”

A bloodcurdling scream shook the entire factory as Shuten-dōji's shoulder and left arm were nearly shattered by the violent lightning.

The demon blood, exuding a strong stench and corrosive odor, gushed out like a burst dam, splashing onto the ground, walls, and machines, immediately emitting a terrifying hissing sound and corroding deep pits that emitted bluish smoke.

Witnessing this scene, Shirakawa Seimei lost all color in his face, his eyes first filled with utter despair, then were replaced by a kind of madness that sought to destroy himself.

He abruptly raised the ancient bronze mirror, recklessly pouring his remaining magical power into it, aimed it at Lin Mu, and hissed, "Geng metal as the vessel, Ding fire as..."

Before the incantation was even finished, a cold glint flashed in Lin Mu's eyes, and he violently flicked his wrist.

The halberd that was still embedded in Shuten-dōji's shoulder blade was forcibly pulled out by him with unparalleled strength, and then swept across the battlefield in one fell swoop.

The halberd drew a chilling arc in the air, tearing through the air and emitting a shrill, ghostly wail.

"Crack!"

Shirakawa Harumi's movements came to an abrupt halt, his body cleanly and decisively split in two along the central axis.

Blood and internal organs gushed out, his madness froze, turning into incredulous astonishment, and then his spirits completely dimmed.

With the restraints removed, the severely injured Shuten-dōji let out a roar mixed with pain and resentment. His massive body suddenly exploded, turning into a thick, inky black smoke that, carrying with it the remaining demonic power, fled like an arrow towards the large hole in the factory.

"You think you can run away after offending me?"

Lin Mu snorted coldly, exerted force with his feet, and his body shot into the sky like a cannonball, his aura instantly rising to its peak.

Sensing the overwhelming fighting spirit and killing intent emanating from the halberd in his hand, the lightning swirling around it suddenly changed color, transforming from a fiery red-white to purple.

"Thunder comes!"

He roared, his voice like thunder from the heavens.

The halberd pointed towards the sky, and the already gloomy sky instantly became turbulent, with rolling dark clouds gathering and swirling at a visible speed, forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex, the power of heaven and earth was forcibly drawn in, and an incomparably thick bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky and crashed down, pouring into the halberd without missing a beat.

In an instant, Lin Mu seemed to transform into a god wielding thunder, surrounded by purple lightning, exuding immense power.

His arms bulged with muscles, wielding the earth-shattering power of heavenly thunder, transforming the halberd into a projectile of annihilating death rays, and hurled it fiercely at the black smoke that was about to dissipate and escape.

"Boom——!"

The halberd transformed into a purple streak that pierced through the heavens and earth, instantly catching up with the fleeing black smoke.

Without any hindrance, the stream of light pierced through the faintly visible, ferocious head at the core of the black smoke with unparalleled precision.

The power of thunder then erupted in full force, blasting a scorched crater tens of meters in diameter into the ground, with soil and debris mixed with residual lightning flying everywhere.

The thick black smoke emitted a brief, piercing shriek before rapidly dissipating like a punctured airbag.

The pure essence of the demonic energy was greedily absorbed by the Fangtian Halberd.

The light flashed back, and Lin Mu caught the halberd steadily. The dark purple patterns on the halberd seemed even deeper, with faint blue flame patterns flashing by.

A strange power, a mixture of coldness and heat, flowed back into Lin Mu's palm.

Lin Mu discovered that after the Fangtian Halberd absorbed the demonic power of Shuten-dōji, it gained a new ability: ghost fire.

[Will-o'-the-wisp: Formed from the power of Yin and evil, capable of burning matter and scorching the soul!]

Damage to spirits is multiplied.

However, for Lin Mu, it was better than nothing.

On the other side, Yue Qiluo had been waiting for a long time.

She easily captured Shirakawa Harumi's bewildered soul, which had just left his body.

A bewitchingly sweet smile appeared on Yue Qiluo's face. She stretched out her slender fingers, the tips of which flickered with eerie red runes, and gently touched the illusory soul.

"Hehe, another nice collectible."

As she whispered, countless fine, blood-red runes wrapped around Shirakawa Seimei's soul like chains, completely imprisoning him.

The face of Shirakawa Seimei's soul showed immense pain and struggle, but it quickly became numb and listless, and finally completely surrendered, quietly floating behind Yue Qiluo, becoming a new member of her army of ghost slaves.

Si Teng curiously picked up the bronze mirror that had fallen to the ground.

The moment his fingertips touched the cool mirror surface, the mirror spontaneously emitted a pure demon-subduing light. Although it wasn't intense, it still burned Si Teng's hand.

"hiss!"

Si Teng winced in pain and instinctively flung the bronze mirror away. She frowned slightly as she looked at her slightly reddened fingertips, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.

Lin Mu raised his hand, and an invisible force supported the bronze mirror, steadily taking it into his hand.

This bronze mirror is only the size of a palm, with an ancient style. There are several fine cracks on the surface of the mirror. The back is engraved with a Bagua pattern, surrounded by eight ancient and simple traditional Chinese characters.

As his fingertips caressed the cool mirror and the patterns on its back, a memory surfaced in Lin Mu's mind.

He remembered that this was the protective artifact of Bai Liuli, the great Tang Dynasty monk in the world of "Wu Xin: The Monster Killer".

At that time, an envoy from the island nation went to Tang Dynasty to study. Bai Liuli, that fool, was tricked into giving this magic artifact to the other party.

In "Wu Xin: The Monster Killer 2", Bai Liuli was almost captured by Bai Chuanlin, a classic case of the farmer and the snake.

Lin Mu picked up the bronze mirror and said to Si Teng and Yue Qiluo, "I will refine this mirror first. You two have someone clean up the scene."

After speaking, Lin Mu chanted the incantation: "Geng metal is the vessel, Ding fire is the spirit!"

The moment the incantation was cast, the bronze mirror suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, enveloping Lin Mu's entire body.

The next moment, he felt a powerful suction force coming from him, and the surrounding scenery instantly blurred and distorted.

When he looked again, he found himself in a strange space.

This place seems to be a reflection and distortion of the real factory. All the machines, walls and pipes exist, are pieced together and extended in a way that violates the laws of physics, forming a bizarre and ever-changing maze.

"The world in the mirror, a test?"

Lin Mu remained expressionless, his golden eyes quietly activating as he calmly observed this constantly self-reconstructing space.

But these tests are nothing compared to the Golden Eyes' ability to see through illusions.

In less than a minute, Lin Mu found the exit and stopped in front of a wall that was constantly flowing like mercury.

Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

A flash of golden light appeared before his eyes again, followed by a feeling of weightlessness. Lin Mu was now standing in the real factory again. The bronze mirror in his hand was slightly warm, establishing a subtle connection with him.

At this point, the chaos inside the factory had begun to subside.

Yue Qiluo and Si Teng directed their loyal guards to deal with the demon corpse and bloodstains.

The chubby factory manager slumped not far away, his face pale. Looking at the messy, almost half-destroyed workshop and the advanced machine tools that were corroded by demon blood, pitted and even melted and deformed, his lips trembled, and he looked like he was about to cry but had no tears, as if the sky had fallen.

Lin Mu glanced at him and naturally knew what he was heartbroken about.

These imported precision equipment are very valuable, and it would be a real pain to see them damaged.

"Director Wang."

Lin Mu spoke.

"Great...General!"

The factory manager scrambled to his feet, bowed deeply, and his voice trembled.

"Today's events were caused by sabotage by Japanese military spies. What we saw and heard is classified as top secret. Anyone who leaks even a single word will be subject to military law."

Lin Mu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I will absolutely keep my mouth shut!"

The factory manager was sweating profusely and repeatedly made assurances.

"Ah."

Lin Mu paused for a moment: "The losses to the factory area will be entirely included in the special military expenditure and borne by the Marshal's Office. In addition, a special fund of 30,000 yuan will be approved for the reconstruction of the workshop and the purchase of equipment. Production must be resumed as soon as possible without delay."

The factory manager was taken aback at first, then overjoyed. The worry on his face was instantly replaced by gratitude, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently: "Thank you for your kindness, Commander! I will definitely resume production as soon as possible and will never let you down!"

The atmosphere was somber on the return trip in the chartered car.

Lin Mu leaned back in the back seat, gazing out the window.

The sky over Beijing grew increasingly gloomy, with dark clouds looming overhead and muffled thunder rumbling deep within the clouds, as if a violent storm could break out at any moment.

Just like the current situation, which is fraught with undercurrents and crises.

Upon returning to the heavily guarded Marshal's Mansion, Lin Mu immediately ordered an emergency meeting of his core staff.