Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 649 Killing Department

"Father, the head of Sassa."

Amidst the devastation of the Anxi military camp, Li Dingguo, dragging his bleeding wounded body, handed the old lama's mangled corpse, its eyes wide open in death, to Zhang Xianzhong, the Great Western King, who stood before the bronze coffin.

Zhang Xianzhong withdrew his burning gaze from the Azure Lotus Seed, his fingers gently tracing the horrifying wound on Sa Shi's chest, revealing his empty internal organs and broken spine. He murmured, "This power is similar to the Blood Torture bestowed by the Asura Venerable, yet completely different. Could it be that the uninvited guest is a thief who dared to steal the power of the Divine Star, yet managed to survive?"

It's no wonder Zhang Xianzhong had such thoughts. The supernatural abilities bestowed upon these military experts by the Blood Asura of the Star of Heaven were essentially no different from the Taotie's Stubborn Fight and Arrogance in terms of effect. Both aimed to strengthen themselves and weaken their opponents by breaking through defenses, preventing healing, and causing necrosis of the body.
The various military body-forging techniques allow practitioners to use baleful energy to accomplish different things, and the Asura Body Forging Technique, as a treasure personally passed down by Si Chen to the Great Western Regions, undoubtedly has the most comprehensive and powerful military supernatural abilities that can be cultivated.

Zhang Xianzhong, a master of military strategy, was like a reincarnated demon descended to earth. Yet, even when faced with the power of the Taotie, he still couldn't grasp the difference between the two and couldn't use it to ascertain the true nature of the Qinhuai River.

"So be it. No matter what schemes this evil cultivator may have, he will eventually stand before me and be crushed by the invincible army of my Great Western Kingdom. What harm is there in letting him run wild for a couple of days?"

Zhang Xianzhong sighed, stretched out his left hand, and swiftly swung his right palm down in a knife shape. Five severed fingers of varying lengths flew into the air, absorbing the bright red blood gushing from their wounds, struggling and writhing, gradually transforming into five fleshy lumps.

At the same time, some soldiers found a piece of wood, a handful of yellow soil, a torch, a pot of water, and a gold ingot among the ruins of the camp, and handed them all over to Zhang Xianzhong.

"Asura Bloodline, Five Internal Organs Regenerated!"

Zhang Xianzhong gave a low shout, and the five things immediately moved without wind, each finding a lump of flesh and blood to merge into, gradually evolving into the shapes of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

"Fireheart!"

Before he finished speaking, the surging, fiery red ball of flesh fell into the old lama's empty chest cavity, devouring his heart, which had been shattered by the Taotie and could not be restored, and replacing it.

Following this method, the remaining metal lungs, wood liver, water kidneys, and earth spleen also fall into the empty chest of the monk, replacing the original five internal organs.

"return!"

As Zhang Xianzhong unleashed his thunderous roar, a glimmer of light returned to the old lama's deep, dark eyes. The darkness that enveloped his entire body gradually faded away, revealing the charred, blackened skin that had been melted by the Samadhi Fire.

"Your Majesty, I'm so grateful for your help this time."

The expression of the resurrected Master Sa remained calm. He clasped his hands together and thanked Zhang Xianzhong for the tender flesh and bone that had grown back on his severed left hand in just a short time. He then immediately took out a sheepskin coat from the shadows behind him and wrapped it around his newly grown, delicate skin.

“Master Sa, even with the protection of Mahakala, you were forced into this situation?”

Zhang Xianzhong glanced at the shadow behind the old lama, which had become much fainter than before, and asked directly.

"Your Majesty, I cannot see death in that demonic thief, just like Si Chen."

The old lama pointed to the top of his head, his tone somewhat enigmatic.

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xianzhong's pupils contracted, and he quickly made a connection to something else, his expression becoming somewhat uncertain.

"Dingguo, tell Kewang, Wenxiu, and Nengqi to accelerate the collection of lotus seeds and strange objects. I want to proceed with the [Blood Receipt] ahead of schedule!"

"Father, after that wicked bandit caused trouble today, the Killing Department is short-handed."

Li Dingguo sounded somewhat uneasy.

"Then let's recruit! We'll spend a fortune to buy talent. Whether it's national treasury funds or historical secrets, as long as we can hire capable people to serve me, there's nothing we can't give up!"

Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand, looked northeast, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, displaying extraordinary courage.

"Hiring for the assassination unit? That might be a breakthrough."

In the distance, Qin Huai, who had been monitoring Zhang Xianzhong and the others with his extraordinary eyesight and had clearly seen the whole process of Sa Shi's bizarre resurrection using the snakes and the wind, had a sudden thought. He realized that the people of Da Xi had indeed revealed some flaws that were not really flaws because of his probing. He immediately had the idea of ​​hiding his strength and going deep into the dangerous place.

He was very interested in the strange tales and secrets that Zhang Xianzhong had mentioned. Perhaps there were clues about the Listening Beast among them. Even if he only got a few pieces of information, having clues and following them would be better than him being a headless fly like he was now.

As for the possibility that no information about the Listening Beast is ultimately found, at least the exploration of the world's lore has increased, which is not entirely without benefit.

Without hesitation, Qin Huai released his divine sense and quickly selected an oxcart loaded with firewood outside Xijing City. With a thought, he left Niwan Palace, drifted across the sky, and attached himself to the woodcutter driving the cart, subtly influencing his behavior.

The method of extracting one thought from eighty-four thousand thoughts in a fleeting moment, and then inscribing this thought containing complete and subtle divine ideas onto another person to influence their behavior and actions, thus allowing the original person to explore the world, is the spiritual technique that Qin Huai learned from the Azure Emperor Ling Yang. It also has another name: the "Seed God Technique".

In Qin Huai's view, this "Seed God Technique" is essentially similar to the act of turning other people's brains into "zombies" in Liu Guang's dream, only the way of mobilizing souls and thoughts is different. One is a fantasy version, and the other is a science fiction version. With his background in hacking, Qin Huai understood and learned the "Seed God Technique" which was passed down from him through inspiration and personal example without much effort. It can be considered as an alternative method to effectively filter out demonic influence.

After all, a single thought has a negligible impact on the main body. Even if the host body is contaminated, the main body can directly sever the connection and discard it, thereby cutting off the possibility of the demonic contamination tracing back to harm the three souls and seven spirits. There is almost no risk of failure.

It must be said that Qin Huai's confidence in entering this fruit alone stemmed from his mastery of this [Divine Technique]. After all, in the face of a dangerous and complex situation like Yu Bingzi Twenty-Seven, nothing is more valuable than a safe means of investigation.

Crunchy~

As the sound of an old ox pulling a cart continued to rise, the woodcutter's oxcart gradually approached the heavily guarded Xijing.

Qin Huai had been busy tracking Li Dingguo, who had hurriedly returned to camp, and had not had a good look at this magnificent city. Now, thanks to the woodcutter's eyes, he was able to examine it carefully.

The thick, black city walls stand majestically in the distance like a series of low hills, their walls bearing witness to the vicissitudes of Xijing City.

"As the capital of the Great Western Kingdom, this Xijing City is indeed quite remarkable."

Gazing at the towering city wall formed by dense, black rocks, the woodcutter's mortal eyes could not discern anything, but Qin Huai, hidden in the shadows, could sense an astonishing aura of bloodlust emanating from it.

"If it's only this bad, I can handle it now. My real fear is that the Great Western King might be hiding some kind of devastating weapon formed from the power of the Divine Star."

Qin Huai thought of the old lama who had been protected by a trace of Mahakala's power, and he always felt that Zhang Xianzhong, the Great Western King who came from a military background, was not so simple.

The woodcutter, possessed by Qin Huai's spirit, seemed to recognize the city gate guards. He pretended to check them twice and then let them pass.

Upon entering Xijing City, the surging crowds stretched all the way to the indistinct Drum Tower in the distance before finally stopping. "It's getting late, time to sell firewood. We used to sell it at the vegetable market, but now that something's happened there, we can only go to the East Market."

Influenced by the thought, the woodcutter muttered to himself, flicked the reins, and the old ox pulling the cart slowly moved forward with the crowd.

The crimson sunset cast its glow upon the green tiles and red walls, the protruding eaves, the high-hanging signs and banners, and the endless stream of people, horse-drawn carriages, and oxcarts—all of which highlighted the strength of the Great Western Kingdom.

"It seems that letting these talented but ruthless individuals, who have risen through the ranks from the bottom, govern the country might not be any worse than those greedy civil officials. Emperor Shenzong, Emperor Shenzong, if you weren't ruthless and cruel, how could you possibly defeat those bastards?"

Having studied the Twenty-Four Histories and other historical texts after entering the world, Qin Huai naturally understood why the Ming Dynasty in normal history had perished. Therefore, even though what he encountered now was the Great Western Dynasty, which had survived due to the corruption of the human world by the Sichen, he still sighed with a sense of regret.

After an unknown amount of time, the woodcutter finally drove his oxcart past the gate of the so-called "Department of Slaughter".

Before the six doors, lacquered in vermilion and studded with gold, stand two lifelike and meticulously detailed majestic statues, glaring at the street. Passersby hurry past without daring to linger.

The woodcutter was no exception, but a voice kept tempting him in his heart: "Just one look, just one look!"

By some strange twist of fate, the woodcutter mustered the courage to glance at the two sculptures out of the corner of his eye, and only then did he make out their features.

On the left is a blood-red jackal with a sharp sword in its mouth and bared fangs. It has antlers as menacing as swords and eyes that exude an imposing aura. It is none other than Yazi, one of the nine sons of the dragon.

On the right is a scarlet Asura with a thousand arms, each wielding a weapon. His face is indistinct, and his sunken eye sockets are empty, without eyes, as if he is afraid of something.

At this moment, the gates of the Great Western Slaughtering Bureau were wide open, revealing the Jieshi Courtyard. A massive bone sword, taller than half a head above the building, was deeply embedded in the center of the courtyard, gleaming with an eerie blood-red hue.

"The power of the Divine Star!"

Almost instantly, Qin Huai roughly guessed what this deadly threat was, and immediately and subtly influenced the woodcutter to walk along the predetermined route, as if he were just passing by.

Fortunately, the Blood Bone Greatsword did not have the function of actively searching for enemies; it simply stood quietly in the courtyard of the Killing Department, silent like a sculpture.

As he actively suppressed the thoughts clinging to the woodcutter, Qin Huai couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. If he hadn't been careful when he was first taken to the execution ground, and hadn't immediately hidden himself after killing Yuan Er, he would most likely have faced the Blood Bone Giant Sword head-on, and who knows what might have happened afterward.

"Going straight to their door to rob them is too likely to cause any trouble. It's better to delegate the task to someone else and proceed gradually."

Hidden in the mountains, Qin Huai pondered for a long time before finally deciding to use Kunlun to create a powerful and suitable host to replace himself, so that he could join the Great Western Killing Tribe and seek the strange historical secrets mentioned by Zhang Xianzhong.

Soon, Qin Huai used the Night Demon Clan as a model and added the Blood Asura Power, which was about 80% similar to the Guizhen Qi Jin, to create a Night Demon leader with roughly the peak strength of the Nine Luminaries.

Calling him a Yaksha leader is not quite accurate. The body Qin Huai created is a mixture of Yaksha blood, martial arts immortal qi, and dense bloodthirsty aura, making him more like a natural-born military specialist.

"Forget it, I can't understand the strange nature of the Blood Asura power, and there's no way to force an understanding. If it's 80% similar, then so be it. At worst, I'll just say it's a wild method of cultivating ancient military body-forging techniques."

After a day and a night of work, Qin Huai looked at the burly giant with a blue face and fangs in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, and directly equipped him with the [Judge's Skull], [Sturdy Stone Shackles], and [Azure Seven-Star Sword].

Immediately afterwards, a thought entered the giant's head, adapting to this brand-new body.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Huai extended his finger and tapped lightly, hiding another thought in the giant's heart.

"Better safe than sorry, let's go!"

He handed the giant a gourd filled with Qi Spring Wine and mixed with a few drops of Jade Dew. Qin Huai closed his eyes, and the surrounding earth and rocks covered his original body like quicksand, sinking him deep into the ground.

"Now, I am Qin Wu."

The giant grinned, took long strides, and headed straight for Xijing City.

"You lad! State your name!"

Upon seeing Qin Huai's strange appearance, which was even more eerie than a demon, even the gatekeepers, who were all veterans of the battlefield, couldn't help but feel nervous, and a murderous aura surged around them.

"Lord Qin Wu of Changshan has come specifically for the Asura Technique!"

Qin Huai was not intimidated at all; his voice was like thunder, instantly creating a large blank space in the crowded flow of people at the city gate.

"Changshan? Wasn't that place already occupied by evil spirits and monsters? How could living people still emerge from there?"

"Look at that big guy, all green skin and black hair, he lifts a giant sword the size of a door without any trouble, who knows, he might be some kind of expert!"

"What kind of master is he? If he's not some evil spirit, I'll be thanking my lucky stars."

Countless whispers and murmurs flooded his ears. Qin Huai snorted coldly, and a powerful aura of killing intent condensed into a wind that swept outwards.

Only after revealing his methods and making his presence known did the city gate guards allow him to pass, and they even sent someone to guide Qin Huai to the execution ground.

As they walked to the six-door gate with two sculptures, the guide bowed and took his leave. Qin Huai didn't mind and stepped inside. He looked around, but before he could wander off, the giant blood-bone sword stuck in the center of the courtyard began to flash red, as if confirming something.

Qin Huai immediately felt countless gazes sweep over him, but strangely, there was nothing in the places where those gazes passed.

Qin Huai held his breath, ready to abandon this body and these thoughts at any moment.

The next instant, the Blood Bone Greatsword withdrew its red light and returned to its dilapidated state, cracked and worn from years of exposure to the elements.

"Hey, newbie?"

Accompanied by a nonchalant, joking voice, a young man with powdered face and flower arrangement walked out from a room on the right, his peach blossom eyes making Qin Huai feel a chill.

"Alright, another roughneck. Come with me."

(End of this chapter)