Chapter Thirty-Five Another Cultivator
The woman in red and the others had no intention of risking their lives for others. Just as they were about to agree, Qin Sang suddenly spoke, "This place is on the edge of the ghost nest. Fellow Daoi...Qin Sang struggled to his feet, seeing the King of Hell biting down on the soul of Yuanjue. He glanced at the King of Hell, whose form was now much more solid than before, and saw no signs that it would devour its host. His heart eased slightly, and he couldn't wait to interrogate Yuanjue's soul.
He was very curious about the martial arts holy land, Xuanji Temple, and he also wanted to know if Yuanjue had met any other immortal masters during his years of traveling outside.
When Yuanjue's soul dissipated, Qin Sang's face showed a hint of surprise.
Before, the time that souls existed after being killed by Yama had not varied much. But Yuánjué's soul only existed for half the time of others. This was Qin Sang's first time witnessing such a thing.
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Qin Sang racked his brains, unable to figure it out. He hadn't expected this to happen, and there were still many questions he hadn't asked.
Even so, what Qin Sang learned from the round-eye person made him feel that the trip was worthwhile and he hadn't encountered this danger in vain.
Originally, why Yuējué Superior could see at a glance that Qin Sang was a cultivator was because Xianshì Temple had killed a cultivator decades ago!
At that time, the cultivators being besieged were two ancestors from Xuanji Temple, both of whom were Innate masters.
That cultivator had similar methods to Qin Sang. He held a bell in his hand and with a gentle shake, a venerated ancestor of Xuanji Temple died inexplicably, just like the Monk Mang, without a single scratch on his body.
Another ancestor was shocked beyond measure, desperate to fight back, and he even resorted to using a forbidden technique that drained his vital energy.
The cultivator hadn't expected a mortal to possess such astonishing speed. His face contorted in alarm as he hastily pulled out a talisman from his bosom and released a water screen, but it was too slow, pierced through by the sword light.
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Seeing the strange death of Monk Man, Yuanjue instantly thought of this old matter. He was still hesitating, but when he heard Qin Sang's bluff, he immediately decided to take action.
It can only be said that Qin Sang's own experience in the Jianghu was too shallow, and he exposed himself.
After that battle, only two innate masters remained in Xuanji Temple, one dead and the other injured, leaving them severely depleted. It was only later, when Yuanjue ascended to become an innate master, that they managed to stabilize the situation.
While the harvest and losses of Xiangji Temple were completely disproportionate.
That cultivator didn't have the cultivation techniques they expected. He only had a purple bell, two talismans, and a bare jade slip; nothing else.
They tried to infuse the bell and jade tablet with true qi, but there was no reaction at all. They even destroyed one of the two talismans in the process.
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After achieving enlightenment, Yuanjue traveled the world to find a way to solve the mysteries of the purple bell and jade slip.
When the Sui Dynasty experienced great upheaval, Yuanjue, a renowned Buddhist monk, received a message summoning him back to his monastery. As fate would have it, he happened to pass through He and Ning counties.
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Qin Sang pondered for a moment, then leaned down and grasped the corpse of Yuanjue Shangren. He felt a wave of weakness wash over him. Though his escape and struggle had been brief just now, they had almost drained him of his strength.
Hurriedly, he activated the Netherworld Scripture, running it through a cycle to recover some of his strength. Qin Sang then turned back, picked up the corpse of the Mighty Monk, kicked open the inner courtyard door, and upon seeing the scene outside, couldn't help but gasp in shock.
He has killed people with his own hands, more than one.
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Even amidst a battlefield teeming with soldiers, I have witnessed the horrific scenes of mountains of corpses and blood flowing like rivers.
But when I saw dozens of bodies lying on the ground, none with a single fatal wound, some sprawled and some lying still like sculptures, it was still somewhat sickening to behold.
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Qin Sang picked up the Yama Banner and looked at it. There were a few holes on the banner that had disappeared. The King of Hell behaved well and stayed aside.
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The monk Mang was strict with his soldiers, and the curfew in Ning County was very strict. Even with such a big commotion, the surrounding residents kept their doors closed and dared not come out to watch the excitement.
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Qin Sang looked around, using his sword to stab each corpse in the vital points. He piled the bodies beside the firewood shed and threw a firestarter. In no time, the Chu Mansion was engulfed in flames.
So many corpses would definitely not be able to burn cleanly, but Qin Sang only wanted to cover up the Yan Luo Banner. Burning them into charred corpses was enough.
Qin Sang recited a scroll of scriptures, thinking about the blood staining his hands. To behave like this was truly hypocritical. He couldn't help but smile wryly; he was becoming increasingly cold-blooded.
The horse owner was dressed in his upper garments, anxiously looking out the window. He was writing official documents when he noticed a fire outside.
Why hasn't the magistrate of Li County sent anyone to put out the fire
'Bang!'
The horse owner was just about to return home to change into his official robes when two heads suddenly smashed onto the table, startling him. He screamed, his hand trembled, and he flung his pen away. He fell backward, crashing to the ground along with his chair. His head hit the floor with a resounding thud, and he cried out in pain again.
"Spare my life, valiant warrior!"
The horse owner, Ma Zhu, was fifty years old, but he moved with agility. In one swift motion, he lay on the ground, his head still lowered, kowtowing to the pair of feet in front of him.
"If the brave warrior has any requests, just tell me, and I will surely fulfill them. Please, spare my life!"
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It turned out to be the heads of County Magistrate Li Jihua and Chief Steward Chu Dazhuang. The head of the horse team nearly had his guts scared out.
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The renowned martial arts master, the rough monk, died mysteriously. The owner of the horse, Ma Zhu, didn't believe he had the ability to resist.
Once again, with a resounding 'thud', the county magistrate's seal landed before him.
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"Go appease the people. At midnight tonight, bring the seal and open the city gates. If you miss the appointed hour, be careful, your entire family will pay the price!"
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The horse owner bowed his head and swore, "Brave warrior, rest assured, I will definitely get this done. If not, don't bother moving a muscle, I'll take care of it myself!"
Qin Sang chuckled, "Don't you want to know why I had the city gate opened for you"
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The master of the horse turned his eyes, and with a cold air he said: "Hero, you don't know something. I have been longing for the arrival of your lord for a long time! The present Emperor is lewd and tyrannical, causing Heaven to be angry and bringing down disasters, which have resulted in thirteen counties of the Sui Dynasty being ravaged and bones exposed in the wild. It is truly an outrage shared by both humans and gods! Li Ji and other lackeys of the false emperor are stubbornly blind, bullying others with their power. I only hate that I am old and weak, my position lowly. I can only pretend to be obsequious to these villains, day and night yearning for a wise ruler to save the people of the world, tears welling up inside me. Today, my wish has finally come true. I will certainly do my best to repay your heroics and serve your lord..."
The horse owner, brimming with righteous indignation, finished his long tirade only to find that the pair of feet in front of him had vanished at some point. He cautiously raised his head, but there was no one there.
When Ning County fell, the rebels threatened Jiangzhou City. The wealthy and powerful in Jiangzhou panicked and resorted to desperate measures. They ordered the defenders from Duling County to reinforce the city, but they were ambushed along the way and suffered a crushing defeat.
The day after the city fell, Qin Sang left He'ning County. Later, he heard that Wang Liu was furious, but Qin Sang didn't care.
This year, the people of Jiangzhou spent the New Year in the midst of war.
In less than three months, the city of Jiangzhou fell. After a brief rest in Jiangzhou, the army split into two groups: one went to capture Beipin Prefecture and the other to capture Hu Prefecture.
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By this time, Qin Sang had been in Hunwu County, Jiangzhou for a month.
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He hasn't been able to break through to the third layer of the Netherworld Scripture. Now, cultivating for a night hardly brings any progress, stuck at a bottleneck. This situation has lasted for a whole month.
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