Yinshan Record

Chapter 226 A Pitiful Person

After countless trials and tribulations, Su Che finally mastered the Taiyu Abi Sword. He tested its moves against his enemy and struck with a single blow, killing the Tianan City God who had fallen into demonic ways.

With his divine form and physical body shattered, streams of primordial energy, composed of the smoke and fire of the mortal world, flowed out from the wound, flashing like starlight and scattering into the void.

"That's a fine sword."

Severely injured, the City God of Tianan collapsed to the ground, his demonic eyes fixed on Su Che.

This divine body possessed a cultivation level that was already considerable, and in order to unleash the Profound and Boundless Shadow Divine Curse, its very essence was used as a sacrifice. Now, having suffered this injury, it can be said that it has exhausted its life force and is about to die a natural death.

"I never imagined there was someone like you among the Imperial Guards. I'll remember you."

The speaker was not the City God of Tianan who was unwilling to be a prisoner on the divine throne, but the demonic figure hidden behind the scenes.

No need to worry about it.

Su Che breathed a long sigh of relief.

The Taiyu Abi Sword was finally mastered, and the sword demon that had been dormant in the Dantian of Qi Sea finally came to life, making the sword moves even more powerful.

The way he infused his inner pain, grief, and even despair into his sword intent was truly unique, and it broadened Su Che's horizons considerably regarding his future cultivation.

His own swordsmanship skills also took a step forward.

"Such sword intent should be tested against heroes on the East Sea, so that it can be tempered and refined, and seek the path to immortality."

The demonic sect member's eyes swept over the people in front of him.

It's a pity about this divine body, but it doesn't matter, we can just find another one elsewhere.

"I am deeply grateful for your hospitality today, and I will certainly repay you in the future."

"Such harsh words are pointless to say any more."

Holding the Fish Intestine Short Sword, Su Che unleashed a devastating sword aura that cleaved through the air, completely shattering the already broken body of the City God of Tian'an.

From within the shattered divine body, countless ghost-faced caterpillars emerged, fluttering their wings as if about to take flight.

With a thunderous roar, Shi Chibao used his essence blood to activate the Shangqing Thunder Talisman in his hand. Layers of lightning flashed, like an electric net, annihilating these alien insects from top to bottom.

"You've worked hard, brother."

Shi Chibao's face was as white as paper, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

"Your Excellency, how are you?"

Su Che looked at the Imperial Guard Commander holding the broken sword, and the group of dejected centurions.

"What a powerful little demon! I wonder what his background is."

Shi Chibao sighed deeply.

"I'll leave the cleanup here to you, my dear brother."

The Chief Censor was seriously injured. The demonic sect member had extraordinary skills and his curses were particularly insidious. Several of them had already suffered internal injuries. The most urgent task was to recuperate properly, otherwise, if they were to fall into demonic possession in the future, the City God of Tianan would serve as a cautionary tale for them.

"it is good."

Su Che agreed.

"We'll be waiting for you at the silk shop."

Shi Chibao gave the order, and it wasn't superfluous; given the current situation, Commander Shi didn't dare to return to Cizhou alone.

If we encounter a few tough issues along the way, we might be completely finished.

After saying this, Shi Chibao led several wounded centurions away from the place, leaving Su Che alone in the shrine.

Since the City God of Tian'an County is dead, the shrine that was supported by his magic power has gradually turned into nothingness.

Just as flowers and leaves wither and flourish throughout the four seasons, this small space built on divine power has also come to an end.

Su Che walked slowly through the area.

The City God of Tianan left behind nothing of significance, and for this earthly deity who was determined to depart, he would not deliberately collect anything.

The only thing that made Su Che suspicious was that the jar he had Zhu Yi deliver here earlier was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know where it had gone.

Flowers bloom and wither, human life flourishes and fades. Even the gods cannot escape this cycle.

A familiar voice rang out behind Su Che.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King, or rather, Yi Yangzi, strolled slowly through the shrine with his hands behind his back, shaking his head. "Senior?"

Su Che asked this person out of curiosity.

He was short in stature, looked like a down-on-his-luck Taoist priest, and possessed a barely passable level of cultivation.

"Hmm." Yin Yang Dharma King nodded: "This Taiyu Abi Sword is starting to have some flavor. I wonder what kind of expression he'll have when I tell that old ghost later."

"When did you come?"

"Me? I just came in a little earlier than you."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King walked up to the body of the City God of Tianan.

"He was also a person with a tragic fate."

"What brings you here, senior?"

Su Che had no idea why this Yin-Yang Dharma King had come all this way. Could it be...?

Could it be that these messy affairs of the Tian'an County City God are also related to the Zhongshan Society?

"What for? I'm here to see you, of course."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King stretched.

"Since we're all going to eat together, of course we should ask you, the handsome and dashing Young Master Su, to take care of us."

"Senior is too kind. What skills do I have..."

"Look carefully."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King pointed to himself: "I'm only at the eighth or ninth rank of cultivation now. If I don't ask you for help, those evil cultivators outside can just capture me and make me into a ghost."

This was definitely a joke. Su Che thought that the only evil cultivator capable of capturing the Yin-Yang Dharma King to refine ghosts was the Ghost Ancestor of Beimang.

"I'm an old man living alone now. You don't mind eating here for a few days without paying, do you?"

"That's natural."

Su Che readily agreed: "But weren't you reincarnated?"

That day, together with the Yin-Yang Dharma King, they went into the thick fog below Jiankang City and found his reincarnation. They also fought with a Taoist from the Jade Scenery Sect along the way.

"So my days are numbered, and I won't be able to eat much of your food."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King pointed to the Tianan City God statue on the ground.

What do you think of him?

"Him? He's just a pitiful man."

“Poor thing.” Yin Yang Dharma King suddenly turned to look at Su Che: “Have you ever considered that if the Heavenly Court were really established, there might be such poor people in the Heavenly Court?”

The words of the Yin-Yang Dharma King made Su Che fall into deep thought.

The purpose of spiritual practice is to achieve longevity and freedom.

If even the laws and rules of heaven and earth are to be transcended, how can one accept the Heavenly Court that is imposed on all cultivators?
As for those in charge in the Heavenly Court, those who make and enforce the rules, can they guarantee that their original intentions will remain unchanged for thousands of years and that they will continue to persist?

Even without the Yin-Yang Dharma King pointing it out, Su Che already had some doubts in his heart.

If one day, one of the rulers of Heaven suddenly falls into demonic possession, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, then Heaven should find its own way.

Su Che suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Senior, could it be that the fall of the ancient Heavenly Court was also related to such pitiful people?"

"Alas, in ancient times, I was just a junior, how could I know about their filthy affairs?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King chuckled.

"However, I can certainly explain this to you clearly." The Yin-Yang Dharma King blinked: "Rakshasa Sea, have you ever heard of it?"

Su Che pondered these three words.

I've certainly heard of the Rakshasa Sea.

(End of this chapter)