boyutpedia 2. Plum Blossom Demon Clone! Sword Technique Mastered!
2. Plum Blossom Demon Clone! Sword Technique Mastered!
Two Plum Blossom Demon clones?
Retribution has come!
Yang Zhao blew out the lamp.
He drew his knife and slipped behind the door.
He moistened his finger with saliva, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked outside.
In the moonlight, nine figures scaled the wall and entered.
The leader was a man of imposing stature, resembling a raging bear.
"Huang Shan, the head instructor of the Fang family's guards!"
Yang Zhao recognized the stranger's identity and was filled with rage.
"The Plum Blossom Demon's clone has come to seek revenge; there's nothing more to say."
"What's the meaning of having the Fang family's head guard leading them?"
"Fang Tianci, you old scoundrel, repay kindness with enmity and want to kill me to silence me!"
Before he knew it, Huang Shan had arrived at the door.
next second.
A thin knife slipped through the crack in the door and lifted the latch.
"Zhang Feng, Zhao Hu, you two are to enter the house and kill someone."
"Remember, the master instructed that only Yang Zhao's head be taken, and his body be preserved as much as possible."
"Hurry up! Once the mission is complete, we'll collect the reward and still have time for breakfast! Let's get going!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Shan was slightly taken aback.
Zhang Feng and Zhao Hu were not the ones who took the order.
Instead, it was Wang Fumaqian who beat the two of them to it.
hiss!
"Back off!"
Huang Shan was about to reprimand them when he saw the eerie smiles on their faces, which sent chills down his spine.
He subconsciously told the others to step back, letting the two enter the house, his heart filled with doubt and unease.
Wang Fuma's smile grew increasingly sinister.
"The heart of a demon slayer is like that of a pufferfish; if eaten properly, it is the most delicious thing in the world!"
"Strange, why is no one inside?"
"No, it's popular!"
Realizing they had fallen into a trap, the two fled at top speed.
pity……
late!
Under the cold moonlight, a sharp glint of light flashed across the necks of the two men.
Puff, puff!
There was no blood splattering, and the two pieces of wood fell to the ground.
The two headless corpses simultaneously transformed into a thick plum branch.
Visible to the naked eye, thick, tar-like blood was released from the broken end of the plum branch.
Before the blood could even touch the ground, the plum branches and wood were already consumed by the raging fire, instantly turning to ashes.
[You have slain two Plum Blossom Demon clones, gaining Demon-Slaying Points: 2]
After slaying all the Plum Demon's clones, Yang Zhao gained a deeper understanding of the bloodline of the Demon Slayer.
Demon slayers use their magic, with bloodlines as a medium, to slay demons and monsters.
Martial artists at the Qi and Blood Realm or above can also use martial arts techniques, using their bloodline as a medium, to slay demons and monsters.
Of course, the prerequisite is: possessing the bloodline of a demon slayer.
As for what is happening now, it is about slaying demons and monsters by stirring up one's bloodline.
Or, as in the Fang family, blood must be drawn to slay demons and monsters.
It depends on the demon slayer's own cultivation level and the demon's strength.
"Wang Fuma is... a demon!"
"Demons and monsters truly exist in this world!"
"They...they...tomorrow night...tomorrow night..."
The head instructor of the Fang family's guards was no ordinary person; he recognized the two men at a glance.
He usually treated the two men like brothers, drinking, gambling, and visiting brothels together.
Tomorrow night is their son's one-month celebration banquet, and the two of them will be guests.
I still remember...
Two weeks ago, the two said those words to their son.
"Boss, your young master is so chubby, it's heartbreaking! I feel so sorry for him, I just want to take a bite out of him!"
They were speaking from the heart, telling the truth.
If they don't die tonight, it might become a reality tomorrow night!
Huang Shanhou was so frightened that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Fortunately, there was the demon slayer Yang Zhao!
"Instructor Huang, the guards, you've all seen it, haven't you?"
"The Fang family is clearly a den of demons; they are demons themselves."
"You are all fine men, how could you be manipulated by demons to commit inhuman and bestial acts!"
Yang Zhao spoke firmly and resolutely to the seven panicked people before him.
"A demon? I can't see one?"
Having recovered from his lingering fear, Huang Shan spoke with a rather amused expression.
"Yang Zhao, that last strike completely betrayed your true strength..."
"For ordinary Qi and Blood Realm martial artists, the Qingfeng Blade Technique is merely at the beginner level! But I... a veteran Qi and Blood Realm martial artist, have already mastered the Luoyan Blade Technique. Killing you is as easy as slaughtering a chicken."
"Yang Zhao, your head is worth ten taels of silver, and you have at least ten taels of silver on you. It's within easy reach. Tell me, do I want it or not?"
"I don't care about humans or demons, as long as they pay me, they're my boss!"
"It's your own fault for not having the ability!"
"superior!"
With a sinister grin, Huang Shan waved his hand, and seven men surrounded Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao nodded.
understood!
In this world, without strength... damn it!
So...
"With my unparalleled comprehension, my peerless... I forgot the middle part, I forgot the end, but anyway, give me some points!"
"Add to... the Gentle Breeze Blade Technique!"
The instruction has been issued.
A phantom image of Yang Zhao appeared in his mind.
He spent twelve hours a day immersed in practicing the Qingfeng Blade Technique.
With practice, the techniques, tricks, variations, and experience of the Qingfeng Saber Technique became Yang Zhao's muscle memory.
Yang Zhao
[Cultivation Technique: Minor Success of the Mysterious Heaven Technique (Qi and Blood Realm)]
[Martial Skill: Mastery of the Qingfeng Blade Technique (Qi and Blood Realm)]
[Realm: Qi and Blood Realm]
[Demon-Slaying Value: 0]
The Qingfeng Blade Technique has been perfected!
It is the ultimate level that ordinary martial artists can cultivate!
Several years may have passed in the mind, but time in the real world has not changed at all.
Yang Zhao strode towards Huang Shan and attacked with a single sword.
Huang Shan laughed, "How dare you! A beginner's level of swordsmanship, you dare to..."
hiss!
Before he could finish speaking, Huang Shan felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
It is a martial artist's instinctive reaction when facing the threat of death!
"Block it for me!"
Huang Shan shouted hysterically.
Power originates from the ground.
Pushing with your toes is meant to make your body fly backward.
He gripped the single-edged sword tightly with both hands and pulled it upwards sharply, trying to protect his vitals and block Yang Zhao's fatal blow.
pity……
late!
A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky and struck Huang Shan on the neck.
The tossed head witnessed a headless corpse...
He raised his sword to protect his chest and abdomen, and his body flew backward more than ten feet away.
Crack!
Then he fell, and a jet of blood gushed from his neck.
"Such a fast blade! The Gentle Breeze Blade Technique...mastered!"
These were Huang Shan's last words in this world.
Yang Zhao felt no fear whatsoever when he killed someone for the first time.
Instead, there was a hint of bloodthirsty excitement.
"Friends who frequently commit murder, are you all like this?"
"Or... am I special?"
Lost in thought.
Yang Zhao moved with lightning speed, killing one person with every step.
Six steps later, six more corpses were added to the courtyard.
As the saying goes in ancient Chinese novels, "If you kill someone and don't touch the body, it's as if you never killed anyone."
A total of more than one tael of silver was obtained from the seven dead men.
The biggest gain was replacing Huang Shan's single-edged sword.
The single-edged sword had no special markings, was made of fine iron, and was worth twenty taels of silver.
It's worth far more than Yang Zhao's life!
"I have seven lives on my shoulders."
"We have killed three of the Plum Blossom Demon's clones, but the Plum Blossom Demon's main body is still alive and can definitely sense it."
"What should I do now?"
As I pondered, the sky began to lighten.
click!
With a clear sound, the courtyard gate was pushed open.
A woman in her thirties walked in.
Her beautiful face could not be concealed even though she was dressed in coarse cloth and without makeup.
She's the widow next door, Ma San Niang.
Ma San Niang had a good relationship with the Yang family.
After Yang's father passed away, he provided considerable assistance to his predecessor.
They must have been awakened by the noise in the yard and came to check on them.
"Auntie, I killed someone."
Yang Zhao said calmly.
He gripped the single-edged sword tightly.
He was born twice.
Having experienced the Fang family's ingratitude and their subsequent killings.
Yang Zhao wouldn't mind killing again... if necessary.
Ma San Niang's gaze shifted from the seven corpses to the two piles of ashes.
Surprised, but without the expected panic.
Clang!
They then tightly closed the courtyard gate.
"Ah Zhao, run away!"
"You killed members of the Fang family, and you even beheaded..."
"If you go to the government office, you won't even have a chance to speak. They'll probably convict you and throw you into prison in less than half a day."
Is this something an ordinary woman would say?
Was the memory of Ma San Niang from the previous life just a lie?
"Where to escape to?"
Yang Zhao blurted it out.
Ma San Niang took off her jade bracelet and placed it in Yang Zhao's hand.
"Pingyang County and Qianfeng Mountain, joined the eleventh league."
"Looking for my eldest brother, the chief Luo Yuantong, or his daughter, my niece, the eleventh chief Luo Bing! By the way, my real name is Luo Sanniang."
"Don't linger. Pack two sets of clothes and get out of the city before anything happens! Pawn the jade bracelet on the way; that should give you enough money for your journey!"
"Also, remember my elder brother's and Bing'er's birth dates and times. Tell them privately later, and they will have absolutely no doubt about you!"
Great people do great things.
The arrangements were made neatly and efficiently.
Why would such a person hide his identity here?
What is the Eleven Alliance?
The eldest brother is Luo Yuantong, and the eleventh brother is Luo Bing?
A thousand questions instantly coalesced into five words: "Why help me?"
"My husband was killed by a pig demon, and I sought revenge by falling into the pig demon's lair."
"It was your father who slew all the pig demons, avenged my husband, and ensured that I was not humiliated by the demons."
"Repaying kindness is all that matters!"
Luo San Niang's eyes were sincere, and there was absolutely no pretense.
"Yang Zhao will always remember her aunt's kindness!"
Yang Zhao memorized the birth dates and times of Luo Yuantong and his daughter.
He changed into clean clothes, took silver, jade bracelets, and a single-edged sword, and strode out the door.
……
A commotion suddenly broke out in front of the City God Temple.
Yang Zhao, who was hurrying along with his head down, quickly hid in a deserted alley.
They're from the Fang family!
Dozens of guards dressed in Fang family uniforms were seen clearing the area and driving away the believers.
A large sedan chair, draped tightly in black cloth and carrying eight people, slowly entered the City God Temple.
"Why is the Fang family suddenly making such a big fuss? Logically, even if they were coming to offer incense and clear the area, they should have informed the temple keeper in advance."
"I do know that the fourth young lady of the Fang family fell seriously ill, and with no cure in sight, the City God appeared in her dream last night to exorcise evil spirits and cure her illness. She woke up today feeling much better, so naturally the fourth young lady had to come to the City God Temple to thank the god as soon as possible!"
"Moreover, she has just recovered from a serious illness and cannot be exposed to light or wind. Even the saliva of people talking is not allowed to harm the delicate body of the Fourth Miss, hence this elaborate setup."
Outside the tavern, onlookers gathered to watch the spectacle, and those in the know spoke freely.
"The fourth young lady of the Fang family... Fang Qing!"
Yang Zhao should heed Luo San Niang's advice and leave the city as soon as possible.
but……
He has always been a pure person.
Never let go of anyone who has hurt you.
If we don't run into each other, that's another story; but if we do, I'll definitely settle the score on the spot.
In this life, I only seek a clear and open mind!
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the guards clearing the area, Yang Zhao slipped into the City God Temple.