Help! I changed the gender of the male protagonist in the yandere game.

Chapter 237 The Power of the Old Man

Before Weng Mian could speak, Budai Zun added, "You yourself know very well that person is none other than Zi Yue Shi."

"is it?"

Weng Mian said calmly, "Lord Cloth Bag, I remember that internal strife is strictly prohibited within the Eight Blessings Society, right? Are you here to provoke a war between me and Zi Yue Shi, so that you can take advantage of the situation?"

The fat monk patted his belly and laughed.

“Allowing Ziyue Shi to join the Eight Blessings Society and replace you as the Lord of Curses and Blessings is Lingfu’s willful act. This humble monk does not believe that young man is trustworthy.”

He cleared his throat.

“His background is too special… Apart from Lingfu, the other gods of fortune in the Eight Fortunes Society do not believe in him. Although he is helpful to our plans, from another perspective, Ziyue Shi is also a rather dangerous person.”

The smile of this "cloth bag master" has turned into a smile that can drip venom.

"What you say makes a lot of sense."

The boy in white nodded.

"Zi Yue Shi once hindered my affairs, and is indeed my enemy... However, Bu Dai Zun, you are also someone I find very annoying."

The boy smirked with innocent malice.

"Why do you think that just because I am an enemy of Ziyue, it is necessary to cooperate with you, Budai-zun? My relationship with you is not that good either, let alone with the other members of the Bafu Society."

He seemed to have thought of something, and then laughed and said, "Also, the name Budai Zun is too boring... Speaking of which, should I call you 'Guoxin Jushi' or 'Naluoer Suopo Mei'?"

The fat monk's smile vanished.

Those were titles abandoned by this god of fortune. One was a magician in island legends, and the other was a sorcerer from Magadha who had contact with Li Shimin during the most prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty.

"Now that things have come to this, please don't refer to this humble monk by those two names... After all, neither of those names is interesting, is it? Takeuchi Sukune."

Bai Tongzi's expression also changed slightly. Both of them were immortals who had lived for a very long time, and they knew each other's background to some extent.

"There's no point in this kind of pointless digging into each other's pasts."

He sighed: "However, whether it's you, this old man, or the eight hundred nuns, we have all lived far too long."

Takeuchi Sukune, this is also an ancient name. The octopus that survived under this name once lived through the reigns of five emperors of the island nation: Keiko, Seimu, Nakaai, Ojin, and Nintoku.

In the history of this country, he was also the ancestor of the early powerful clans of Katsuragi and Soga.

"It was a truly long and agonizing time... Magadha, King Harsha, General Xuanze, and the An Lushan Rebellion..."

The fat monk gazed up at the night sky, muttering to himself. At the same time, the white-haired boy's eyes also seemed to be recalling the past.

"From India to China, and later, I followed Princess Taizhen eastward to Naniwa Pass, and many things happened after that."

Hearing the fat monk's words made Bai Tongzi frown.

"From the time when the First Emperor went into seclusion in his imperial tomb, to the rise of the True Ancestors throughout Asia, to the war between vampires and immortals, to the war between sorcerers in Central Asia, to the resurgence of the brilliant art of alchemy, to the Mongol conquest of the Middle East and Eurasia, to the opening of the gates of hell, to Europe being plunged into a war to defend against demons... You're right, we immortals have truly experienced far too much."

"Therefore."

The fat monk said in a deep voice, "We are comrades who can put aside our differences. Mortals are trapped in a vicious cycle of struggle because of their own short-sighted desires, while we immortals have almost infinite time. We can eliminate our fighting spirit and differences and choose to exist in cooperation."

"You are wrong, as far as this old man is concerned."

Bai Tongzi shook his head.

“Your Eight Blessings Society is also an obstacle to me, and the longer I live, the less I can understand you.”

“Wengmian, you are too attached to your past. This is not a good thing. For an immortal, it is a sign of self-destruction.”

The fat monk smiled wryly: "However, what you said is true. None of us in the Eight Blessings Society acted for similar goals. It's just that we share the same goal, which is a common interest for us immortals. I believe you can come back and continue to replace Zi Yueshi as the Lord of Curses and Blessings."

He coughed a few more times.

"Of course, in the future, whatever choice you make, I am still willing to give you a chance. As long as you are willing to change your mind, you can return to our Eight Blessings Society at any time."

The fat monk waved his hand, and a white paper crane flew out and landed next to the white boy.

"This humble monk shall take his leave now... Let's chat again another time."

As he spoke, he moved into the spatial portal behind him and vanished in the blink of an eye. Even the portal itself closed.

"Pity."

After the fat monk left, Bai Tongzi's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"It's not hard to imagine that the 'Dust Ground Mother-of-Pearl Ornament Vajra Dust Sand World' of Kurohime Mt. Mikado would be of no use to this guy."

He stretched out his small hand and touched his chin.

"Unfortunately, even the bacterial and viral spells of the Black Princess Mountain Kudzu Flower were ineffective against this smiling monk, which was somewhat beyond my expectations."

At the same time as their conversation, a silent battle of wits was taking place between the fat monk "Cloth Bag Venerable" and Weng Mian.

Both sides employed various covert spells to fight against each other. When Weng Mian discovered that the "Dust and Mother-of-Pearl Vajra Dust and Sand Realm" killing move was useless, he also secretly activated the supernatural power of the black hibiscus flower in another gem, "Ruins and Dust Warfare Technique", summoning various deadly pathogens such as viruses and bacteria to curse and kill "Cloth Bag Venerable".

Unfortunately, these attacks still did not achieve any beneficial results.

"A tough guy to kill."

Weng's face showed a bitter smile.

"That's normal. It would be strange to kill someone who's lived for who knows how long."

The white boy's profile turned gloomy.

Weng Mian did not want to deny his murderous intent towards his "kindreds".

For him, if he had the chance to kill "Budai Zun", he would not hesitate to take action. It was just a pity that Budai Zun, who was traveling with the other demons and monsters of the Eight Blessings Society, was not so easy for him to deal with.

"Whether it's me or that guy, if we were so easy to die, we would have been eliminated long ago over the course of time... Without exception, those who can become immortals all have too many trump cards."

Weng Mian pondered, realizing that he had no chance to kill the fat monk "Budai Zun" until all his trump cards were revealed.

"Of course, I also have quite a few trump cards up my sleeve." A smile appeared on the face of the child who looked like a white-haired boy, and he chuckled.

Amidst the laughter, eight precious stones of different colors appeared out of nowhere, floating horizontally around Weng Mian's body like satellites orbiting a planet.

"The heads of the Black Princess Mountain clan throughout history, from the first ancestor and his two daughters, to the most powerful female demons of each generation, have all been sealed in the precious jade and become part of my power."

Beside the old man float eight colored gems: red, blue, green, orange, yellow, white, gray, and crimson, as well as two black and purple gems that seal the horn and the kudzu flower.

There are ten mysterious gems in total, each emitting a terrifying wavelength of spiritual energy. These include the ancestor of a clan, the patriarchs of all generations, and the ghost women of the Black Maiden Mountain clan, feared by the world, all of whom have become Weng Mian's collection.

By manipulating these precious gems, Weng Mian can unleash the power of the strongest members of the Black Princess Mountain clan throughout history. This allows him to possess extremely ferocious power even without using his own spiritual power or the power of mirroring.

"How do I, at this stage, compare to Xu Fu?"

The old man muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Perhaps there are still differences... Of course, once the final ritual is completed, I should be able to completely surpass that guy!"

……

In the Tottori Desert, Tsukikara Yomei, as was customary, began to accept the trial given by the Sword Saint.

No one knows what methods the Sword Saint used, but a large number of all kinds of demons launched an attack the next morning.

Without the blessing of the Eye of Heaven, Ye Ming could only rely on his basic physical abilities, swordsmanship, and willpower to fight against his enemies.

This was no easy task. The demons in the desert, who were being "manipulated," continued to attack her, and she could only fight with all her might.

This also makes viewers feel heartbroken. In fact, Ye Ming is very easy to get injured in such battles. She is often seriously injured in battle and can only rely on her abnormal vitality and self-healing ability to endure it.

Meanwhile, considering that it was a trial for the night, Saizo, Matsudaira, Ayaka, and Kagaya Tomoe also evacuated the area and went far away.

On the other side, Hyakusuke is also making a "bet" with the Sword Saint.

He condensed the energy of ghosts and gods into a spear and launched an attack on the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint still held a bamboo pole, which was not a weapon at all, but in the Sword Saint's hands it was the most powerful weapon.

Both sides launched their attacks in an instant, with spears and bamboo poles colliding at high speed in the void.

The battle between the Sword Saint and Bai Jie was exceptionally fast, transcending the realm of ordinary swordsmen and spearmen.

The battle between the two sides was devoid of any magnificent clashes, nor any exchange of slashes and thrusts. No sparks or light illuminated the majestic figures of the two powerful warriors, nor were there any sprays kicked up by their fierce footwork.

The moment Hyakusuke clashed with the sword saint Kibune Kyōunsai, their presence seemed to vanish from the world.

No, that was an ultra-high-speed battle that only a very few people could witness. In the instant that the spears and bamboo poles clashed, they turned into two ultra-fast moving shadows and disappeared.

Wow, so fast! So strong!
This is the only thing that Hyakusuke can truly understand.

Even without reaching the pinnacle, the Sword Saint's attack speed in his normal state is still higher than mine.

In fact, at such ultra-high speeds, even spatial teleportation techniques like the Void-Transfer Spear would be far too slow.

Thousands of slashes, invisible to the naked eye, flashed as the two ran. As they moved, the surrounding sand and dust floated slightly. Instantly, the slashes came in droves, cutting through the fine grains of sand and turning them into dust.

The Sword Saint and Bai Jie's footwork was too strange. Every time they stepped on the sand, it was as if they were stepping on a cloud of mist. The moment the spray kicked up by their footwork splashed up, the two figures disappeared into the air.

They didn't really disappear, of course; they just moved so fast that to outsiders it looked like they teleported instantly, and when they did, they were only in a single frame on the timeline before disappearing again in the next instant.

call out!
The spear blocked the incoming bamboo pole.

The moment they collided, they jumped back and immediately charged at each other, unleashing slashes and thrusts.

The sword saint, with his swift strikes, always took the initiative, while Hyakusuke, who was a moment later, blocked an attack and immediately launched a counterattack.

Bai Jie enhanced his senses and strengthened his will, accelerating himself into an incredible realm.

His spears were aimed at the head, shoulders, throat, heart, or abdomen. There were no distractions or deceptions, and no clever tricks.

—That's right, it's obvious. No tricks will work against the Sword Saint, Kibune Kyōunsai.

This powerful figure has experienced countless fierce battles, and even with an ordinary bamboo pole in hand, he can severely injure Bai Jie.

Every swing and slash from the old man was a fatal blow; every move could destroy the armor and weapons generated by the demon Mephisto, slicing flesh and cutting bones to end his life.

During the battle, Bai Jie increasingly appreciated the precision of the Sword Saint's attacks. Every strike of the Sword Saint was calculated with minute errors in mind.

From one's feet to one's body, even the complex joint movements of one's arms and the slightest changes in the stance of the spear would probably be taken into account in the calculation.

While calculating, the Sword Saint didn't stop unleashing his moves. In Bai Jie's view, this was an offensive and defensive technique that could be described as divine. First, he would anticipate every move and stance of the enemy, even the quality of the spear and sword in his hand, the interaction of forces, the confrontation, and the gains and losses.

The Sword Saint fully understands his body's coordinates in the physical and spatial realms, analyzes whether to withstand, block, dodge, or counterattack, and completes the relevant calculations in his mind.

Footwork and body movements drew arcs and straight lines in topological space, making the dynamic sword and spear moves three-dimensional. The horizontal sweep of the knife drew arcs, and the sharp spear thrusts formed straight lines. The attackers and defenders constantly changed, using the sharp weapons in their hands to continuously draw different three-dimensional traces.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole, split open from the top, seemed to have targeted the slightest flaw among hundreds and thousands of variations, and with a single strike, it broke the spear that was condensed with the aura of ghosts and gods.

"not good."

Bai Jie leaped backward at great speed.

Then, the Sword Saint followed up with his second move, the bamboo pole transforming into a cascading waterfall as it fell down.

If this move lands, Hyakusuke will definitely be split in two.

However, at that critical moment, Hyakusuke, clad in armor, realized that everything around him was beginning to slow down.

The static world reappeared in his field of vision.

"I caught it!"

call out!
The bamboo pole slashed downwards, and this time, the sword saint's attack missed, stopping almost the instant it struck the ground. The target of the slash, Hyakusuke himself, also vanished.

"……Oh."

This time, the voice of the Sword Saint, Kibune Kyouunzai, revealed a hint of surprise.

(End of this chapter)