Chapter 321

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Chapter 321: The Emperors Always Treated the Blade Lightly

The crowd gathered—townsfolk and tourists alike—watching with bated breath.

In this era, without smartphones or live streams, there was no fear of digital exposure or mistaken identities. Masks concealed faces, and the shrine could always provide cover if necessary. Blocking blasphemous acts came naturally, especially in the Ming Country, where justice was rewarded with silk banners and coins.

Righteousness burned within Bai Wei. Why should he fear?

With unwavering conviction, Bai Wei stepped forward. The crowd parted as demons disguised as men scattered, plotting their escape.

But Bai Wei wouldn’t allow it.

He surged ahead, delivering a bone-shattering kick to one figure, severing their spine. Blood sprayed as onlookers screamed. Yet the spectacle was far from over.

The severed head of the fallen began to move, attempting to escape its body. Bai Wei grabbed the head by the hair, slamming it into the ground with a thunderous crash, leaving a crater behind.

“Fei Yuan Mo… right?” Bai Wei’s voice was cold and steady. “Tell me, where is the Hundred Demons Party?”

The Flying Head, Fei Yuan Mo, shrieked, unleashing a high-pitched wail that shattered nearby glass. Bai Wei, irritated by the noise, stomped down on the head, crushing it like a watermelon, splattering the ground.

Onlookers froze, their minds struggling to process the magical spectacle.

“That’s… a monster.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Are you not afraid?”

“A little, but…”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“Can I go home and change my pants first?”

Finally, the crowd stirred. What had started as a lively celebration turned into chaos. Townsfolk fled to their homes, while tourists abandoned plans, deciding to cross the mountains overnight rather than wait for morning buses.

Amidst the panic, Bai Wei remained calm. Carrying a little girl, he moved with unmatched efficiency. Before long, he captured another Bone Maiden. Her attempt to feign death failed; Bai Wei inscribed a rune, cremating her on the spot.

The rituals were ruined, as Bai Wei intended. Without them, the Sengoku God could not be revived. The historical calamities tied to Kamitsumiwoikirihime’s awakening twenty years later would now be averted. But there was one more person to save.

“Do you know where your father is?” Bai Wei asked the girl, Hitomi Shimura, his voice resolute.

Determined to save the innocent and destroy the guilty, Bai Wei would not rest.

Hitomi, blessed with the bloodline of witches, nodded confidently. She pointed ahead. “That way.”

Meanwhile, the village elder ran desperately. Fear gripped him. The demon’s death was undeniable; the villagers had seen it. His involvement could no longer be hidden.

The villagers would turn on him.

Cold dread filled the old man as he fled to what he believed was the safest place. Falling to his knees, he bowed deeply, pleading for help.

“You’ve failed, haven’t you?” a cold voice echoed.

Within the dimly lit room, a Buddhist lamp flickered. The shadow of a Bodhisattva statue on the wall twisted unnaturally, transforming into the distorted figure of a dark python. Golden, snake-like eyes glowed in the darkness.

The elder stammered, “T-The ritual went wrong. If we just deal with that man, everything will return to normal. Please, give me another chance. I can control the townsfolk…”

“No need.” The icy voice cut through his plea.

“You were always expendable. Once your purpose was fulfilled, even your bones would be devoured. But now, you’ve drawn a powerful enemy, and all our plans are ruined. Why should I give you another chance?”

The shadow lunged forward, snapping the elder’s neck in an instant. His lifeless body collapsed, swallowed into the darkness.

A maid entered the room, kneeling silently as she cleaned the blood.

“You killed him. How will we control the townsfolk now?” she asked, expressionless.

“It’s unnecessary. Everything is exposed. Subtleties are no longer required.”

“What’s your plan?”

“The Sengoku God is merely a disguise. True power lies in consuming Kamitsumiwoikirihime’s divine essence. Tomorrow, under the red moonlight, the time will be perfect.”

“And if we miss this opportunity?”

“Patience isn’t an option.” The shadow’s voice hardened.

Just then, the sound of walls shattering drew closer.

“Take care of him,” the shadow ordered. “The Grand Feast of the Hundred Ghosts must not be interrupted. Detain him, even if it costs your lives.”

The shadow disappeared as the courtyard trembled.

Bai Wei descended like a storm, shaking the earth. Sand and stone surged like waves beneath his feet.

A maid emerged, shedding her disguise. One by one, her belt, clothes, and even her skin fell away, revealing the monstrous form beneath.

She was not alone.

More figures appeared from the shadows—on rooftops, beneath the ground—members of the Hundred Demons Party. Their names and blood bars illuminated ominously:

Centipede Monster (Lv. 39)

Black Tengu (Lv. 46)

Sending Wolf (Lv. 34)

Shadow Ghost (Lv. 36)

The air buzzed with tension. Bai Wei didn’t waste words. There was no need for meaningless pleasantries.

“Kill!” the wolf howled, charging forward.

Tengu attacked from above, while the shadow demon lurked nearby. The centipede emerged fully from the soil, its exoskeleton glinting menacingly.

Bai Wei, carrying Hitomi, seemed vulnerable. Surely, they thought, he’d make a mistake. But they were wrong.

Bai Wei’s golden aura exploded outward, divine and overwhelming. Within moments, the shadow demon was flattened, the Tengu crippled, and the centipede reduced to a bloody pulp.

The battlefield fell silent. Bai Wei’s cracked mask revealed glowing golden eyes—fiery, divine, and majestic. He was no ordinary warrior. He was a ruler, a god among mortals.

Emperors needed no blades. Their power alone was enough.

For an emperor, light blades always sufficed.

He wasn’t alone. His golden presence carried the weight of thousands of unseen soldiers.

He was invincible.