Yinshan Record

Chapter 52 The Treasure Hunter
"You are not a sword cultivator."

The man wore a mask and was tall.

"You're not a living person either."

Although Su Che had not yet reached the "Mysterious Vision" realm, the eighth rank of the Daoist sect, he could naturally sense the person's abnormality by cultivating the "Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual".

Yin energy possesses the body, solidifying into a tangible substance.

His physical body was as hard as metal, capable of withstanding Jian Hua's attacks.

He is definitely not an ordinary martial artist.

Most likely, it's some kind of evil spirit or heretic, like a zombie.

"Although there are many demons and evil spirits in the world, only zombies are born from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth. Their heavenly souls are gone, and their spirits are tainted with evil. They are the first to be killed."

"However, there are many different types of zombies, including corpse demons, black zombies, white zombies, demons, flying yakshas, ​​and so on. Among them, corpse demons are intelligent, can speak, and like to eat sheep brains."

Su Che stood with his knife in hand. He had heard before that there were many demons, monsters, dragon princes and princesses in the Jianghu of Liang, but he never expected to encounter one in this dilapidated City God Temple today.

We don't know who this group of men in black is or what their intentions are.

"You are not a sword cultivator. This sword is wasted in your hands. Otherwise, even a ninth-rank sword cultivator could wield this sword and cut me down..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Che took out a short sword from the sword box, and sword energy surged from the blade towards the black-robed man.

With a single sword strike, the water cascaded down like a waterfall or a flurry of snow.

Is it considered to have been tarnished?

With a thought, Su Che combined the seven Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Talismans, and a long black rope of energy shot out from his hand.

A rope struck the corpse heavily in the chest.

Although both are ghosts, there are clear differences between zombies and ghosts.

Ghosts are the remnants of the souls of the living, born from yin energy, while zombies are the impure souls of the living, arising from encountering malevolent or evil energy.

However, when faced with this black rope formed from yin energy, both vengeful ghosts and zombies would be slowed down.

Once the "Secret Manual of Yin Heaven of King Zhou" is mastered, one will become a figure like a living, breathing king, whose soul is bound and locked in one place, with layers of yin energy penetrating directly into the body of a zombie.

The zombie's consciousness was already clouded, and after taking this blow, its body froze instantly, taking the full force of Su Che's Heavenly Sword Qi.

The body, which was harder than metal, was shattered into pieces on the ground.

Su Che thrust out his short sword once more, cleaving the temple gate of the City God Temple, which had been barely holding on for who knows how long, into pieces.

Inside the City God Temple, there were four other people.

One of them was an old man with a long beard and gray hair. He moved his fists around like an old ape carrying a load, maneuvering among the other three.

Not only were the Mandarin Duck Axes and the Death Gate Sword attacking from both sides, but another person was also emitting streaks of light from their hand, within which came a wailing sound, like the wailing of ghosts.

The old man moved with agility, demonstrating various martial arts techniques such as cannon hammer, single whip, and palm knife with both hands. After dodging the fluorescent attack, he was still able to use his fist techniques to counterattack the combined attack of the Mandarin Duck Axe and the Death Gate Sword.

In a dozen or so rounds, the old man had already kicked the left shoulder of the Mandarin Duck Axe, and the old man had also struck the left wrist of the Mourning Sword with a finger, immediately slowing down the speed of the sword.

As soon as the temple gates opened, Su Che gave them no time to react. With a black rope in his left hand and a short sword in his right, the sword energy, concealed by the yin energy of the rope, went straight for the person emitting a fluorescent glow.

The Mandarin Duck Axes and the Death Gate Sword have already been tested, but they are only of average quality. However, the person who controls the fluorescent light cannot yet be discerned as to their true strength.

Su Che did not hold back in his probing; he had already unleashed his full power.

"Fourth?"

The old man, who looked like an old monkey, was a master of martial arts. The man was focused on dealing with the old man when another man in black suddenly appeared and attacked him with deadly force.

The sword energy pierced through his body, slashing a bloody gash from his left shoulder to his back, from which white fluid flew out.

No one knows what kind of practice he was using, but his blood had turned white.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Che sent the black rope binding the Soul-Binding Lock like a long snake striking the forehead of the Death-Slaying Sword. Simultaneously, Su Che's other hand moved, sending the Mandarin Duck Axes to their doom. The Yin energy struck the Death-Slaying Sword, causing him to feel a moment of disorientation, but in the face of life and death, his mind remained clear.

The group of brothers had come out in search of an opportunity, but now they had all confessed, and this inexplicably appearing evil star was about to take their lives.

"Brother, please wait. I have a chance to become an immortal to offer you."

Sangmenjian dropped his sword with both hands, rolled backward, and staggered to his knees, supporting himself on the ground.

With a thought, Su Che immediately removed the black rope that had been wrapped around his throat, and pointed his short sword at the old man.

The old man raised his hands in a fist stance, his eyes meeting Su Che's like those of a hawk.

"tell me the story?"

Su Che's face was covered by a mask, and he was a little uneasy.

Was this current predicament intentional on the part of the little fox or Song Qi, or was this dilapidated temple really just unlucky?
Do I have some kind of talent that inevitably leads to trouble as soon as I enter a temple?

“This old man comes from the Chang family of Licheng. His family has a treasure that can make one an immortal. We intercepted him here because we knew about this.”

"I am Changpan from Licheng. Thank you for your help, my friend. I don't know who sent this kid to kill me. Even when he's about to die, he's still trying to kill me. He's quite the daredevil. I admire you. It's a pity you died here!"

The old man sneered: "But your little tricks won't fool this friend."

"Hmph, the Chang family of Licheng possesses a piece of golden paper bestowed by an immortal. It cannot be burned by fire or wet by water. People say it contains the opportunity to become an immortal. Do you still dare to say it's not in your hands?"

"Bullshit."

The martial arts elder, Chang Pan, sneered: "If such a thing really existed, it would surely be enshrined in the ancestral hall, waiting for a destined member of the family to be found. There's no reason to carry it around everywhere. You've lost your mind."

"Whether I've lost my mind or not is none of your business to judge, brother. They've already received word that there will be changes in Shanyin County, and that other gold paper will be produced here. That's why they sent this old devil. Everything I've said is true..."

"The more they make it up, the more plausible it becomes."

Su Che flicked the black rope in his hand.

It's very easy to tell whether this is true or not.

The dead don't lie.

The long black rope coiled towards the corpse of the Mandarin Duck Axe, and immediately a faint shadow appeared under the moonlight.

Its face is exactly the same as that of the recently deceased Yuanyang Yue.

"Does this old man have any treasure on him?"

Su Che gripped the black rope and demanded an answer.

"Yes, this is our eldest brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, the lingering image faded and disappeared.

Su Che had just used the "Zhou Jue Yin Tian Secret Manual" to summon back a wisp of that person's remnant soul. Due to his limited cultivation, this remnant soul, though recently deceased, could not withstand the passage of time and dissipated directly.

Before the remnant soul's voice had faded, the old man transformed his hands into a tiger and crane shape, charging straight at Su Che.

"Blinded by greed, he's courting death."

Su Che raised his right hand and used his sword energy to cut the old man in half at the waist.

With his short sword in hand, Su Che's combat strength was only slightly inferior to that of a genuine seventh-grade swordsman. He was no match for the old man who was going toe-to-toe with the Mandarin Duck Axes and the Death Gate Sword.

"okay."

Su Che looked at the Mourning Sword kneeling on the ground.

"You two brothers share a deep bond, so I'll be a good person and send you off to be reunited."

He handed out the short sword again.

(End of this chapter)