Yinshan Record

Chapter 188 An Honest Mortal
When first learning the Taiyu Abi Sword technique, one must refine one's sword energy to a state of profound subtlety and perfection. This profound subtlety and perfection means achieving the ultimate mastery and control over one's sword energy.

With a single sword strike, three thousand six hundred invisible sword energies were created, slicing the enemy inch by inch. Only with such skill could one advance to the next stage of cultivation.

Su Che used to fight with sword energy, and he would basically cut through with one sword and then crush the enemy with his vast sword energy.

Such meticulous and subtle techniques are not frequently used.

"Just an ordinary person."

Clumps of flesh and blood writhed on the Vajra Yaksha's body. His eyes, mouth, and nose gradually returned to their original state, and his bones began to grow downwards along his skull. Muscles and blood vessels, like clumps of cotton wool, grew on his bones.

"With your meager skills, you dare to consider yourselves true immortals?"

The Vajra Yaksha named Nado let out a long howl.

"We have been trapped in the realm of hungry ghosts for countless eons, fighting every single day. You think you can defeat us..."

Su Che waved his right hand, and the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire transformed into a giant serpent that snaked its way in and swallowed the Vajra Yaksha, which had just formed a physical body.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Your mouth is much tougher than your body."

Su Che shook his head.

The little devil who was sitting upright in front of the ancestral hall plaque has disappeared.

“Mortals…ah…we…”

The Vajra Yaksha knelt on the ground, his body scorched by eerie blue flames. He struggled in agony, still muttering incantations.

Su Che walked to the other side and put the tied-up man down.

As soon as he put it down, the man howled like a wounded beast and ran to the pile of bones next to the cauldron, frantically searching through them.

Ribs, finger bones, femur, skull, ulna, radius, and pieces of bone still covered in bits of meat were disassembled and set aside. He grinned as he did so, but made no sound.

His hands trembled, and he curled up, burying his head deep into the ground.

"Mother...Little Grass..."

A severe cold snap froze the crops in the fields to death. A series of earthquakes caused even houses to collapse.

In order to survive, the man took his elderly mother and newlywed wife with him and set off to escape the disaster.

When they passed through the village, the local elders warmly led them into the ancestral hall, cooked porridge in a pot, and said that they had come a long way and had a hard journey, so they should eat something hot before continuing their journey.

But who knew that not long after, this group of black-bodied demons arrived.

The first to die was Zhao Da from next door. He was a hunter and the bravest man in the village. He picked up a wooden stick to fight the demon, but his internal organs were immediately ripped out.

In front of the whole village, that beast ripped open his stomach, tore off his liver, and put it in his mouth to chew.

Everyone gave up.

Kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, the hospitable hosts of the village bound these outsiders and handed them over to the demon.

The mother and some other elderly people in the village were the first to stand up, kneeling on the ground and begging the demon to eat them first and spare the young people.

“We are old and it’s time for us to eat. If the kings eat all these children, who will they eat next? Please be kind to them and eat me first.”

His mother's words were like a stone weighing on the man's heart, making him unable to even cry out loud.

The demon replied, "Don't worry, everyone will get a share."

For three days, the entire village of men and women were fed to these demons. They were supposed to be eaten on the second day.

The wife, who was usually quiet, stepped forward and asked the demons to devour her.

"Ah Liang, don't cry. I'm a scaredy-cat. If you go ahead, I'll be even more afraid. I'll go first and wait for you over there. I'm afraid of the dark, so you have to find me quickly."

Thinking of his wife's gentleness, the man couldn't shed a tear.

Now, among these piles of white bones, he can no longer distinguish which belonged to his mother who had suffered so much poverty and which belonged to his gentle and kind wife.

what……

He looked up at the sky.

Why is all this happening?

Lu Bai sighed and slowly walked behind him.

"Get up. It's chilly at night, put on some clothes." Cold, clothes—what's the point of these things now?

I have nothing left.

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes like bottomless pools.

"Gods, you must be gods from the East Sea!" The man repeatedly banged his head against the ground, pleading, "Gods, please save my mother, save my wife, they just died..."

“We are not gods.” Lu Bai shook his head. “We also do not have the means to bring the dead back to life or heal flesh and bones.”

"Immortal, my heart is very sincere, my heart is very sincere."

The man kowtowed, and finally burst into tears.

Ugh.

Su Che sighed.

Gods? If it weren't for those high and mighty gods, how could Cizhou have become what it is today?

Buddhas of the Western Lands, take a good look at your work of relieving suffering and rescuing people from distress.

"We are not gods, we can't save your wife."

The man dazedly got up from the ground.

He stared blankly at Lu Bai, then at the yaksha burning in the raging ghostly fire.

"Thank you."

he whispered.

"Thank you, hero."

"Your kindness and virtue are unforgettable. Only..."

He strode forward and charged towards the Nine Netherworld Burning God Yin Fire.

"...I'll seek revenge in the next life..."

He had just taken a step when Lu Bai grabbed him with his hand and locked his shoulder tightly.

"Are you crazy?"

Lu Bai roared, "Don't you think about your mother...?"

"Let him die."

Su Che's voice was icy.

"I thought I had saved a man, but it turns out he's a coward."

The man struggled, biting his lower lip, and salty, bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

His bloodshot eyes stared at Su Che, and he let out a beast-like roar.

"A true hero indeed, lacking the courage to seek revenge, yet possessing the courage to die. How can you face these bones as you die?"

“We are not gods, and I will not become a god. I am just an ordinary person between heaven and earth. They are not demons either. They are called Yakshas, ​​one of the 36,800 kinds of hungry ghosts, who are born to steal people’s life essence. They were sealed in the hungry ghost realm for who knows how many years, and now countless others have crawled out of that cesspool.”

Su Che looked at the man.

"Want to die? You can go now. I don't know how many more of these bastards are roaming around. Don't hold me up while I'm rescuing others."

"Mortals...can mortals also kill demons?"

"Nonsense! From the highest heavens to the deepest hells, there's nothing that can't be killed. If you can't kill someone, look for the reason within yourself."

"Can...can I do it too?"

"You can do it, but you can't right now."

The man lowered his head in shame.

How could I be like this now? When my mother stepped forward, I felt a sense of relief; when my wife took my place, I felt a fleeting moment of joy.

How could someone like me, such a coward, possibly succeed?

Su Che shook his head: "Since the beginning of time, you're one of the few people who, even with your bare bottom exposed, still dream of slaying demons and monsters."

(End of this chapter)