The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 37 Jade Book Sealing Demons
【Exorcising and Demon-Slaying Talisman】.

This is a common method used by Xuan Guan (a type of official).

By harnessing the power of pure Yang, one can imbue swords with the ability to kill ghosts. Originally, this was a means of enhancing weapons, but Zhou Yan's modern experiences have made his thinking and logic completely different from those of people in this era, allowing him to use methods with great flexibility.

I don't care about all that.

Zhou Yan wrote a talisman inside the tiger demon's stomach, which was equivalent to making the tiger demon swallow a dagger.

Wang Chun originally intended to forcibly control the tiger demon to bite off Zhou Yan's arm.

But all living beings have an instinctive vomiting motion after swallowing the filth, accompanied by the tiger's painful roar.

Zhou Yan unleashed his full strength and yanked his arm out.

On his arm, the skin was corroded by the evil energy within the tiger demon. His five fingers were shrouded in a pill that emitted a golden-red light. As he retreated rapidly, he slashed fiercely with his right hand.

Wang Chun's head was also chopped off, bloody and rolling on the ground.

With only the strength to breathe left, the yin and evil energy dissipated rapidly. Seeing that it had only a few more breaths to live, the changsha, which was considered to have some cultivation, was left with only the ability to speak.

The illusion that had just been broken through, and the false power it brought, quickly vanished.

When he disperses, that is when his soul will be scattered.

Zhou Yan was panting heavily, feeling somewhat exhausted. He had some of the power from the tiger's inner core and the pills made from the essence and blood of the seven demonic beasts in his hands.

Just holding it in his hand, Zhou Yan felt a strong surge of blood energy, and he felt his strength increasing as his blood and qi surged.

This is a pill made from the tiger demon's vital energy and the combined essence of seven demonic beasts.

The tiger was in so much pain that it was going crazy. The Three Corpse Nails on its neck erupted with a huge burst of blood energy, making the tiger even more miserable. In its madness, it opened its claws and pounced on Zhou Yan.

The tiger's head was a full three meters tall. When it pounced, it stirred up a fierce wind that almost enveloped the entire cave in a storm. An ordinary person would not be able to stand still. Zhou Yan, holding his knife, clearly could not fight this tiger.

Wang Chunming was on the verge of his soul being scattered, but the pleasure he felt at seeing Zhou Yan suffer and the joy he felt at seeing others die made him laugh weakly yet heartily: "You're going to become a vengeful ghost too, my lord!"

"You can't escape either..."

Zhou Yan gripped his knife as he watched the tiger pounce. He saw its menacing fangs and felt the stench almost hitting his face. A fierce wind swept around him, obscuring his entire vision.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and drew his knife.

boom! ! !
A sound was heard.

The fierce wind that had driven the tiger away dispersed.

Zhou Yan's eyes were slightly closed by the wind. When he opened them, he saw a tall and sturdy figure standing in front of him. Neither the gale nor the tiger's might could overcome him.

Shen Cangming used only his left hand to grip the sheathed sword and blocked the tiger's claws and teeth.

The man's arm did not move at all, and his back was to Zhou Yan.

His voice remained calm as always, but with a hint of approval, saying:
"well done."

Zhou Yan felt relieved and grinned:

"That's right, I was taught by you, Uncle Shen."

Shen Cangming had his back to Zhou Yan, a slight smile playing on his lips before he suppressed it.

The sound of horses' hooves exploded like thunder.

Big Black charged in, its hooves pounding through the malevolent energy. With a thud, it kicked Wang Chun away, then lowered its head, grabbed Zhou Yan's collar, and dashed off.

Zhou Yan was so shaken that his vision went black.

"Holy crap? Big Black?!"

"Be gentle, be gentle."

"I'll give you three fruits next time!"

Big Black let out two muffled barks.

Zhou Yan said, "Okay, add two more, five in total!"

Big Black swung its neck and flung Zhou Yan onto its back, its speed increasing dramatically.

Satisfied.

Zhou Yan lay prone until the thick-faced, black-hearted man gritted his teeth and said:

"You guy..."

Shen Cangming looked at the tiger demon in front of him.

Even with just one hand gripping the horizontal sword, the crazed tiger demon calmed down in that instant. The madness in its eyes turned clear, and then filled with fear, causing it to instinctively retreat.

Shen Cangming gripped the hilt of the knife, his fingers pressing against it.

The sword popped out of its sheath.

There is a line of fine characters on the spine of the knife.

[Made by Wang Zhongsi in the twenty-third year of the Kaiyuan era]

He possessed the martial skill to receive the mountain-patterned armor personally bestowed upon him by the military governor of the four towns, despite being only a sixth-rank official.

It was fully revealed in that instant.

It is the same [Heavy Cleave] as Zhou Yan's.

But Shen Yun is like a world apart!

A terrifying aura emanated from the tiger, which was three meters tall and seven or eight meters long. A moment of deathly silence followed, then a shockwave spread out, and the tiger's fur stood on end.

Those amber eyes instantly lost their light, and his body stiffened.

Then, the earth shattered, and the tiger collapsed to one side, a large pool of blood flowing rapidly outwards. Shen Cangming flicked his hand, shaking off the blood on the blade, and slowly sheathed his sword.

With his back to Dahei and Zhou Yan, who was being dragged away, Shen Cangming sheathed his sword with steady, powerful movements, his expression unchanged.
“This is a tiger demon, so it’s not an exception.”

Big Black let out a disdainful snort and kicked Wang Chun's head away. Zhou Yan, lying on Big Black's back, suddenly understood why Qingming Fangzhu had agreed to do business with Shen Cangming. Besides Qingming Fangzhu's own strength, there might be another reason why he chose to do business.

Shen Cangming's strength must have reached a certain level.

However, even in this state, Uncle Shen was still weaker than the Qingming Fangzhu and suffered torment.

My own path is still very long.

A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Yan's eyes, but his face remained filled with admiration as he said:

"Uncle Shen, you're amazing."

Shen Cangming looked at Wang Chun's head and asked, "How are you going to kill him?"

Zhou Yan exhaled and looked at Wang Chun, who was now just a head, or even just a face. The latter could only move his facial muscles, squeezing out wrinkles, seemingly trying to appease, seemingly saddened. Suddenly, as if he had gone mad, he said:
"Hahaha, that's you. You have someone protecting you, while ordinary people like me have no one to protect us. Facing a tiger, we can only struggle to survive. How could someone like you, with teachers protecting you, understand me?"

“If no one protects you, you will do the same thing as me.”

"Isn't that right? You, you're all just blaming me."

"You had no choice in what I went through, you had no choice."

He seemed delirious, recounting his past.

Wang Chun has never given up his desire to live.

Hopefully, this moral condemnation will evoke a shred of compassion in the young man before him. After all, he is the kind of guy who would risk his life to save others; he is a foolish so-called knight-errant.

Zhou Yan responded with an "oh".

He dismounted and then lifted Wang Chun's head.

Before Wang Chun could even feel relieved, he looked at the souls fixed by talismans next to the alchemy furnace and suddenly sensed something was wrong. Zhou Yan looked at them; because the alchemy furnace had collapsed, the souls had been freed.

These spirits drifted about, filled with resentment and a sense of madness. There were men and women, children and the elderly, but they did not leave. Instead, they hovered around Zhou Yan and Wang Chun, their eyes sometimes ferocious and sometimes crazed.

Wang Chun seemed to realize something and stammered, "You, what are you going to do..."

"You, you're a chivalrous knight, you can't do such a thing."

"Young hero, no, sir, no, great hero!"

"Forgive me, I'll be your slave, I'll be your servant!"

"No, you servant!"

"I'll be your slave!"

With blood on his arm, Zhou Yan looked at the resentful souls, at their distorted, simple faces, and said softly, "I've changed my mind, Wang Chun. Killing you would be too lenient."

"Didn't I say I'd make you vanish into thin air?"

"Zhou Yan always does what he says."

"You wouldn't want me to break my promise, would you?"

The boy grabbed it with his hand and slammed it out like trash. Wang Chun's head flew off and landed among the vengeful spirits. Just like water droplets falling into a boiling oil pan, the vengeful spirits surrounded Wang Chun's face and began to bite him frantically.

The immense fear nearly drove Wang Chun to the brink of collapse.

"Ahhhhh, help! I... I don't want to be killed..."

"It's your own fault! You believed me when I said your child was sick!"

"You're so easily fooled, you deserve it..."

"I didn't lie to you, there were others too. It's not my fault, it's yours..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, ahhh!"

First he collapsed, then screamed in agony, his eyes bulged out, and finally even his will collapsed into dust, as if he had been torn apart piece by piece and slowly tortured to death. In the end, he completely turned into yin energy and was devoured by the people he had killed.

Their souls scattered and turned to dust.

Cut into a thousand pieces, vanish into thin air.

The last bit of Yin energy was shattered into dust by Zhou Yan with his knife, and then ground into ash by forcefully crushing it several times on the soles of his feet.

Zhou Yan exhaled.

So cool!

As the wronged souls fought over the remaining Yin energy of Lingchi Wang Chun, Zhou Yan picked up the Blood Pill. The Blood Pill was still pulsating slightly, and it still held the last trace of life, representing the tiger demon's vitality.

I thought we wouldn't be able to suppress this tiger demon.

This tiger is much fiercer than the hungry ghosts and rats we encountered before.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief; he was very curious about what kind of supernatural powers this tiger demon would possess.

Zhou Yan had no magic power, so he simply used the materials given to him by Shen Cangming to continuously inscribe demon-slaying talismans on the blood pill that had gathered demon cores. Finally, when the fourth demon-slaying talisman fell, the poor tiger let out a mournful howl and completely dissipated.

The jade scroll glowed with light, seemingly trying to suppress the tiger demon's power. However, this was the place Wang Chun was preparing for his advancement. When the jade scroll locked onto the tiger demon, it also locked onto the surrounding beings.

The light paused slightly, and then the jade book shone brightly.

Blood pills, tiger demon, karma, the resentment emanating from the eighty wronged souls tearing at the evil spirits, and even the mountain's terrain—all these elements, along with Wang Chun's painstakingly crafted array, converged. On the jade scroll, an antique scene suddenly unfolded, centered on the tiger demon.

Majestic.

A horde of demons devoured their accomplices, blood gushing into the sky. A fierce tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead coiled on the rocks, together forming the scene on this jade scroll. The tiger demon was solemn and subtly dignified. Below the scene were two ancient seal characters, each carrying a different aura and exuding a heavy and murderous atmosphere.

This is not the [Tiger Demon] that should have appeared.

But -

【Mountain Lord】.

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