Chapter 321

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Chapter 321: The Emperors Always Treated the Blade Lightly

There were many spectators, the townspeople were watching, and the tourists were watching too.

This was not a big deal, as in that era, there were no smartphones yet.

Naturally, there was no need to worry about being live-streamed or using fake identities.

Moreover, we are wearing masks on our faces here, so we can easily cover up any impact by seeking assistance from the shrine later.

Blocking such sacrilegious activities posed no psychological burden, especially in the Ming Country, where a silk banner and a generous reward of tens of thousands of coins were guaranteed.

Righteousness is within me, so why should I fear standing tall and proud?

Bai Wei spoke these words, causing the crowd to disperse as demons and monsters sneaked in, planning to escape.

How could we let them have their way?

Bai Wei stepped forward and directly kicked one person’s spine into two pieces, causing blood and flesh to splatter. The bystanders immediately let out screams.

The next moment, even more astonishing thing happened – the head of the dead person started moving on its own, trying to fly away from the body.

Then, his hair was grabbed and he was slammed onto the ground with a loud thud! A new hole appeared on the road.

Bai Wei stepped on top of the head and calmly said, "Fei Yuan Mo… right? Tell me, where is the Hundred Demons Party?"

The Flying Head, Fei Yuan Mo, screamed and emitted a high-pitched sound, shattering the glassware all around.

Bai Wei, a male character, thought it was too noisy. He stomped on the head of the Flying Head, shattering it and causing watermelon juice to splash all over the ground.

The tourists and townspeople even forgot to run away and gazed at this magical spectacle, their eyes blankly staring.

"There’s a monster."

"Yes, it is."

"Are you not afraid?"

"There was a little bit."

"What is so scary?"

"Can you wait for me to go home and change my pants before we continue?"

Finally, someone slowly realized what was happening, and suddenly the lively celebration turned into a chaotic scene of people fleeing.

The townsfolk thought about going back home to hide, while the tourists couldn’t wait for the bus tomorrow and decided to leave immediately, crossing the mountains overnight to return to their hometowns.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, the only order amidst the disorder was Bai Wei himself, who carried a little girl without any impact on his efficiency.

Without much effort, Bai Wei managed to capture another Bone Maiden. Before Bai Wei could take action, she attempted to escape death by feigning dead, but it was all in vain. Bai Wei simply left a rune like Nephthys and sent her off for cremation.

Without a doubt, all the rituals and celebrations were completely destroyed, and this was exactly the outcome Bai Wei desired. Without the rituals, the revival of the Sengoku God could not be accomplished. With the failure of the rituals at its core, the unfortunate incident involving Kamitsumiwoikirihime would not have happened, and undoubtedly, the history of twenty years later would have undergone a significant change.

Afterwards, he would double-check and realize that he still needed to save one more person.

"Do you know where your father is?" Bai Wei asked Hitomi Shimura, determined to save people first, and then eliminate all those who deserved to be killed, thoroughly and completely.

Hitomi Shimura nodded, as she possessed the bloodline of a witch. Almost all witches are born with exceptional memory abilities and are naturally inclined towards magic. While the potential varies among them, even the weakest witch’s potential surpasses that of an ordinary person. The girl pointed in a direction and said, "Over there."

…

The village elder ran all the way back to what he believed was the safest place.

The demon was killed, and everyone witnessed it with their own eyes. It was an undeniable fact.

He would inevitably be questioned about his connection and involvement with the demon, and many things would be impossible to hide when that time comes.

Oh no, the villagers will not let him go.

The old village leader’s heart turned cold like ashes, but he was still unwilling to simply wait for death. He ran to what he believed was the safest place and knelt down, bowing his head to the ground, pleading for help.

"So, you messed up the task?"

Inside the house, a Buddhist lamp was lit. As the light flickered, the shadow of a statue of the Bodhisattva Vajrapani projected onto the wall began to distort and transform.

The old village leader trembled as he spoke, "Th-this ritual, it was all a terrible accident. If we can just deal with that person, everything will go back to normal. Please, give me one more chance. I can make the townsfolk obey right away…"

"No need anymore."

The icy voice coldly rejected his plea.

"I only wanted to use you, and once everything is over, even your old bones will be devoured. But now you’ve made a mistake and attracted a powerful enemy. All our plans have been in vain. Do I have any reason to give you another chance?"

The shadow on the wall twisted and morphed suddenly, transforming from a human shape into a pitch-black python. In the darkness, it revealed a pair of golden snake-like pupils, hungry and hunting. The shadow lunged forward, swiftly snapping the village elder’s neck, and the lifeless body fell into the darkness, consumed and disappeared.

"Success is lacking while failure is abundant, even the taste is so sour and dentist-troubling."

A maid approached the room, quietly lowering herself down in a kneeling position with an expressionless face. She proceeded to clean the traces of blood on the floor.

"You killed him. How do we control the townspeople now?"

"It’s not necessary to control anymore, everything has been revealed, there’s no need to use these complicated methods."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Sengoku God is just a disguise, what is really needed to bridge the realm of the supernatural is another part of divine power. I must consume Kamitsumiwoikirihime in order to proceed."

"So…"

"Tomorrow is December fifteenth, it will be the brightest day for red moonlight. She doesn’t have the power to resist, and this is just the perfect moment. If we miss it, we’ll have to wait for the next time. None of us have that kind of patience."

"Understood," the maid lowered her head. At that moment, both of them heard a commotion coming from behind. It was someone tearing down walls and breaking in through the door.

"Take care of him, we must not let him spoil the good thing. The Grand Feast of the Hundred Ghosts must go as planned."

"I am worried that the Hundred Demons Party I left behind is no match for him. This person is incredibly strong, as he had saved two sword witches before."

"Is he a warrior?" The shadow pondered, "Warriors are strong in their physical bodies, but their spirits may not be so sturdy. This place is close to the realms of the Underworld. Find a way to exile his soul, even if it means risking harm to your own bodies, you must keep him detained."

The sound of the door being shattered grew closer and closer, like a colossal siege beast rampaging through, causing the brick walls to shake and tremble.

"It’s up to you now," the shadow whispered, fading away.

In just three short seconds, a figure descended in the middle of the courtyard, causing the sand and stones of the dry landscape to surge and roll like ocean waves.

The maid walked out of the house, untangling a part of her body with each step. First, she removed her belt, then her clothes, and finally her skin.

The true nature of the Hundred Demons Party was revealed.

Bai Wei noticed, not just one, but several figures emerged from the front. Aside from the monster right in front of him, there were also lurking shadows on the roof of the small house and beneath the ground. All of them were members of the Hundred Demons Party, and they were all skilled fighters, quite different from the miscellaneous monsters he had easily defeated moments ago.

[Centipede Monster, overall level 39]

[Black Tengu, overall level 46]

[Sending Wolf, overall level 34]

[Shadow Ghost, overall level 36]

All blood bars and red names are lit up.

Bai Wei raised an eyebrow, seemingly not interested in wasting time on unnecessary talk and opting to go straight for the kill. Fine… there wasn’t much camaraderie to begin with, and it’s disgusting to have to exchange meaningless pleasantries when fighting for your life, isn’t it?

"Kill!" howled the wolf as it charged.

In an instant, the ground split open. A Tengu descended from the sky, while a shadowy demon lurked in the darkness. The entire body of a centipede monster emerged from the soil. The Tengu transformed into sharp blades, launching attacks from the corners of sight. The wolf didn’t move, but every muscle in its body tensed, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

With numerical superiority and launching an initial assault, while simultaneously joining forces to encircle, how can you, an ordinary mortal warrior, withstand it?

Of course, they were on guard. Yesterday, the Tengu already saw this person using a sword, but he inexplicably brought along a little girl. Two of them targeted the little girl. Even with a sword, he could only use one hand, leaving himself vulnerable. Making such a careless mistake on the battlefield is tantamount to seeking death, creating a flaw for oneself. Why not take advantage of it?

Several members of the Hundred Demons Party stood by the riverbank, admiring the magnificent tiger-patterned sword.

Even when they approached from a close distance, they never saw Bai Wei’s signature gesture of shaking his sleeve.

Not drawing his sword was not because he underestimated his opponent, but because he chose to be serious.

In an instant, Bai Wei’s eyes and hair shimmered with a faint golden hue. An invisible power spread out, and within moments, a tumultuous energy surged like a cascading waterfall from above, enveloping him in a three-foot radius of golden royal authority.

Gold above, power invincible.

The shadow demon was flattened on the ground like a blob of putty, Tengu struggled to fly with its wings, and the centipede monster’s exoskeleton cracked with countless fissures, oozing out insect blood. Within just a couple of breaths, it crumpled like a wrinkled piece of paper, a centipede demon that had been dead for hundreds of years, now dead beyond death.

Bai Wei glanced over the two remaining alive members of the Hundred Demons Party, his gaze then fixed upon the motionless standing wolf. A solemn and murderous aura flowed within his pale golden eyes. The ordinary mask on his face, roughly crafted, could not withstand the power of the Golden Power and cracked. The faint golden glow blurred his facial features, and his eyes were tinged with gold, reflecting flames that burned in a fiery red, exuding both divinity and majesty. He was the ruler of the earth, a god among mortals.

He was an emperor, not a warrior. In his hands, there was no need for blades. The Golden Power was his imperial sword.

Emperors have always favored light blades.

How could he have come alone? He clearly brought thousands upon thousands of soldiers with him!