Yinshan Record

Chapter 74 Who are you?
Old Song, the coffin shop owner, spoke harshly, causing Chu Yuan to blush.

"You heretic and evil spirit, I have no right to argue with you. If it weren't for Brother Lin's sake, would I have let you linger under my sword?"

"Hero Chu is truly righteous and awe-inspiring. A mere personal relationship was enough for him to spare the evil spirits. I wonder if, for the sake of clues to the treasure, he would draw his sword against his old friend?"

Song Qi stepped back a few paces, and the old man looked at Chu Yuan with eyes full of apprehension.

Chu Yuan drew the eight-sided ancient sword with a ring pommel from its sheath. The sword's blade resembled a pool of autumn water, and its cold, sharp light reflected in the tomb chamber, creating a sudden chill.

He slowly paced forward, blocking the exit of the tomb chamber.

"Brother Chu, what do you mean by this?"

Lin Jiugong looked at Chu Yuan.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Brother Lin. The Azure Emperor’s Treasure Garden is a supreme treasure of the Daoist sect and must not fall into the hands of that bald monk.”

Chu Yuan held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, the sword energy of the Returning Wind and Withered Snow held back but not released.

"Master Yue, tell me, what does it mean that if I obtain the supreme treasure, I will return to the place where I was killed in the past?"

Song Qi stepped in front of Su Che and pulled the honest man Ma Shoude behind him.

"Old Song, we're both seventh-rank, but in your exhausted state, how many of my swords can you withstand?"

Several people stood in the tomb chamber. Chu Yuan held his sword across the exit, the corpses of Qin Ben and Yuan Caiyi lay on the ground, and Su Che and Ma Shoude stood behind Song Qi.

Lin Jiugong was in the middle of the group, feeling slightly awkward.

"Brother Chu, the real important matter is Xuanshan. What Qingdi Treasure Garden? It's nothing but a figment of our imagination. Why worry about it?"

"Whether the Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden is a supreme treasure of the Daoist sect is another matter. What does it have to do with Chu Yuan of Yuyang Mountain? You surnamed Chu, the reason why your swordsmanship has not improved for many years is because you have too many trivial thoughts, and your heart sword is covered with dust."

"court death."

Chu Yuan unleashed a sword strike, the icy sword energy cascading like a waterfall, slashing horizontally, the sword moves dazzling and continuous.

Song Qi clasped his hands together, and his body shimmered with azure light, with several faint divine images appearing before the formation.

The sword energy flashed across Song Qi's "True Spirit Position Diagram" for a moment, then suddenly took a different turn, using feints to directly target Lin Jiugong, who was standing to the side, not yet able to react.

Sword energy burst forth from his body, Lin Jiugong's face was filled with astonishment, and blood gushed from his chest.

"Chu Yuan, you..."

Lin Jiugong knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at his friend.

“Jiugong, I’m sorry for offending you today. I will make you pay for it with three cuts and six holes in the future. After all, it will take a lot of effort to take you down with your True Spirit Position Karma Diagram, which you and this old Song have joined forces with.”

Chu Yuan spoke coldly, his sword energy pointing directly at Song Qi.

"Take this!"

The ancient sword with its eight-sided ring pommel and ever-changing techniques have turned the disciples of Yuyang Mountain into adversaries, each strike ruthless and vicious.
The broken bricks fell like a sudden downpour, dense and numerous.

Amidst specks of frost and dust, Chu Yuan calmly controlled his sword.

Three sword energies, one faster than the other, linked together in a continuous chain.

It was his most prized skill that brought back the three dances of wind and snow.

The Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden is a supreme treasure capable of helping people attain enlightenment, and its affairs involve ancient secrets.

The renowned reputation of this treasure had been heard countless times by the elite disciples of Yuyang Mountain.

Chu Yuan looked towards the dim blue light opposite him.

Old ghost, how much lamp oil do you have left in this dim lamp?

Song Qi coughed up a mouthful of blood.

I'm getting old after all.

Heaven and earth are the inn of all things.

Time is but a fleeting visitor through the ages.

I never imagined that this would be the place where I would meet my end.

"Little Ma, I'm so sorry."

Song Qi formed a mudra with his hands, but stopped chanting the Shangqing mantra.

“When you came to me begging for my help, I was just going to give it to you without a second thought. That thing was dispensable to me anyway.”

The honest man, Ma Shoude, was already weeping uncontrollably.

"Shopkeeper, give me money to treat my wife's illness, and also give me money to buy land..."

“Fool, what meaning do gold and silver have for us cultivators? Originally, we were keeping you as our successor, but it seems that this lineage is going to perish here.”

The battle with the two-headed bear monster had already exhausted most of Song Qi's strength. To clash with Chu Yuan, a sword cultivator known for his unparalleled killing prowess, even with the "True Spirit Position Chart" hailed as the ancestral law of all gods, Song Qi was practically at his limit.

"You surnamed Song, your True Spirit Position Chart is more than capable of defense than offense. How many more swords can you withstand from me?"

Chu Yuan's sword energy surged in succession, exuding a chilling aura, and frost had already formed among the broken bricks and tiles.

I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand one sword strike.

Song Qi chuckled and looked at Lin Jiugong.

The man surnamed Chu is outwardly lenient but inwardly suspicious; my junior brother will probably meet his end here as well. The lineage of Shangqing is now extinct.

“I said, when you get old, find a place to rest and recuperate. Let us young people do the heroic things, okay?”

A hand rested on Song Qi's shoulder.

The newly arrived "Buddha's disciple," Young Master Su, dressed in a plain white brocade robe, frowned.

"You're not good enough. There's a world of difference between sword cultivators who are only one rank apart. You're at most just entering the eighth rank..."

With a flick of his folding fan, Young Master Su sent out a shadowy figure.

"who……"

The shadowy figure landed on the ground, a large shield with a ghostly face held up in front of the formation. Chu Yuan's continuous sword energy struck this layer of shadowy light, producing muffled sounds.

"...Did I tell you that sword cultivators can only use swords?"

The two-faced ghost general held a large shield, and beneath layers of black armor, he let out a low growl.

"You clown, how dare you offend the imperial carriage of Lord You!"

Chu Yuan's expression hardened.

Where did this kid come up with such tricks?

The ancient sword with eight sides and a ring pommel appeared again in his hand, and the sword energy of withered snow rolled back like a waterfall, with strands of sword aura melted into the sword energy.

The elite disciple of Yuyang Mountain pushed the sword energy to its limit!

The only response he received was a muffled thud and a low growl.

"You insignificant bandits, why don't you bow down before Lord You!"

The two-faced ghost general waved his large shield, blocking all the sword energy.

His feet were hooked into the tomb, and wisps of yin energy seeped into the ghost general's body.

"Controlling spirits and ghosts, what powerful mystical techniques!"

Song Qi looked at the ghost general. As an experienced ghost raiser, he could naturally see that this ghost general was extraordinary.

The armor leaf was covered with talismans, which did not seem to follow the path of the Shangqing lineage, but it was in accordance with the Daoist principles.

The malevolent energy condenses, the Dharma body is perfected, and it can connect with the earth's energy.

Among ghosts, he would have at least a seventh-grade cultivation level, or even slightly surpass it, making him roughly equal to that man surnamed Chu.

What is most precious is this intelligence.

The constant chanting of holy words may seem useless on the surface, but from a practical standpoint, it signifies the controller's complete control over the ghost general.

This is the hardest part.

Although the seven vengeful ghosts he raised in the human skin lantern Li were indeed ruthless, once released, their first thought would be to take his life.

Where can you find such a heroic figure as this ghost general who fearlessly protects his master?

Song Qi took a breath and looked at the white-robed young man beside him.

Just who is this Liu Yidao, Master Liu?
Is he a disciple of the Buddha of the Western Paradise or a disciple of the Taoist sect?
Sword energy crisscrossed, and the ghost general let out a low growl.

A sense of despair gradually arose in Chu Yuan's heart.

He had exhausted all means, but the enemy's ghost general was full of energy, and his yin energy was becoming more and more solid.

"Why haven't you yet bowed before the Dharma Emperor Youjun and repented for the sins of this life?"

The ghost general roared repeatedly, and Chu Yuan's mind was in turmoil.

We need to find a way out.

He looked around, searching for a way out.

First kill Lin Jiugong, then exit the tomb and use your sword energy to sever the tomb passage.

While he was calculating in his mind, his eyes caught something amiss.

The corpse of Yuan Caiyi seemed to move slightly.

No, the whole world is moving.

Heaven, earth, tomb, ghost general, one's own eyes, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys, and all the joints of the body are moving.

Blood flowed from the heart and lungs into the brain, and fresh blood gushed out from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

A small, round fist pressed down on Chu Yuan's back.

The swordsman from Yuyang Mountain was sent flying backward and crashed into the ghost general's large shield, his bones shattering.

"Oh dear, I'm just a little late. My husband, you look so disheveled."

A girl with her hair tied in a topknot and rosy cheeks, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, smiled and withdrew her fist, her bright eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

A question arose in Su Che's mind.

Who are you, young lady?
(End of this chapter)