The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 62 The Will of God

When Zhou Yan opened his eyes, he felt his face was wet. The black horse's tongue was licking his face. Zhou Yan slapped the black horse's face with his backhand, trying to push the horse's face away.

"Holy crap, Big Black, what are you doing?!"

"Stop it!"

It seemed that the wisp of blood essence that had just dissipated from Zhou Yan's body was also tempting to the black horse. It really wanted to eat some, but unfortunately, even with all its might, the essence blood could not escape this body.

Big Black was also disappointed that he didn't get to eat anything.

This time, however, Dahei discovered that Zhou Yan could actually push it. Its spiritual senses were surprised, and it then happily increased the strength it used to play with Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan shouted, "Bean cake!!!"

Dahei stopped, glaring at Zhou Yan with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It seems that they felt this guy was a coward who threatened them with food while they were playing, and that he was a kid who couldn't take a joke.

Zhou Yan clenched his fist. It was late autumn and the weather was cold, but when he clenched his fist, he could feel a trace of heat flowing through his body. This feeling was very mysterious.

It is a unique magical power of beacon towers.

Fire and earth generate each other, and so on.

Zhou Yan could feel the connection between this trace of magical power and his body, the connection to his heart, the beating of his heart, the blood pumping to his limbs and bones, and the flames flowing accordingly.

This feeling spreads from the heart to the muscles and bones, and to every part of the body.

Finally, it spread to the earth, sensing the pulse of the earth, and unfolded accordingly.

Zhou Yan was calm, as if the earth had become a part of his body. He could clearly feel the touch of the wind blowing, the crisp sound of water droplets jumping on stones, and the soft sound of insects crawling through the grass.

It's as if Zhou Yan would instantly sense anyone setting foot on this land.

"This is... a beacon tower..."

Demon slayers who fight using various tools and sword techniques, and beacon tower officials.

Indeed, there is a fundamental difference.

A complete transformation.

Zhou Yan asked, "Dahei is here, so where did Uncle Shen go?" Dahei didn't answer, but turned to the side, wanting Zhou Yan to take out some bean cakes from the bundle on Dahei's body to feed it. Just as Zhou Yan was about to take them, he suddenly heard the sound of a knife.

A mile away, a crimson light flashed.

The trees shook violently, the friction sound carrying a strong sense of unease. The swirling, sweeping storm even affected Zhou Yan, causing the unfinished page of the jade scroll to light up slightly.

It's Black Wind!
The black wind howled as it rushed into the sky, and the earth burst into flames.

It is a unique magical ability of beacon towers.

However, Zhou Yan saw that the ball of fire suddenly condense and suppress, and the next moment, accompanied by the howl of the black wind: "This kind of method, you simply don't know..."

The flames transformed into arcs of light, calmly sweeping across the sky.

The flames instantly ignited the darkness. Zhou Yan could see the battle a mile away with his naked eye. He saw Hei Feng's soul being cut apart, his baleful aura turning into flames that slowly burned away, while a part of his soul still bleeds.

Then, accompanied by a ferocious scream, Black Wind's soul scattered into many strands.

They fled into the distance.

Is it a means of escaping, similar to the so-called "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique"?

The blade light rose calmly, lacking the surging momentum of the first move, yet it remained precise. However, a portion of the black wind's main spirit had already fled far away, causing Zhou Yan to feel regret. He subconsciously thought of it.

"If you carve an evil-repelling and demon-slaying talisman on an arrow, you can shoot this guy down."

Then it paused slightly.

Shen Cangming's archery skills are gone.

And that was something that even the Lord of Qingmingfang valued.

Zhou Yan felt a trace of melancholy and self-blame, as well as hostility. Soon, Shen Cangming returned, wearing a round-necked black robe. His face was calm as he glanced at Zhou Yan and said, "You succeeded?"

Zhou Yan said, "Hmm."

"I am already a beacon tower."

"Uncle Shen, that was just now..."

Shen Cangming said, "If a demon tries to use evil magic on you, military strategists are not good at countering it at the level of magic. In this situation, you can usually solve the problem by killing the demon's true form."

Zhou Yan felt that there was nothing wrong with Shen Cangming's line of thinking.

Big Black snorted, disdainful of discussing the thoughts of these military strategists and mystics, and simply ate his bean cake, reminiscing about the hair of the old elm tree spirit and the earth god. He really wished he could eat more of it.

Shen Cangming said directly:

"That monster is Qingmingfangzhu's subordinate, and there is another monster called Zhiniang. Her godson also knows our location. Staying in Ganquanyuan will cause trouble here. We will leave tomorrow."

Zhou Yan asked, "Uncle Shen, how did you know?"

Shen Cangming succinctly stated, "Military strategists have their own methods of interrogating prisoners of war."

Zhou Yan said, "It's a pity he left."

Shen Cangming said, "I let them go."

Zhou Yan was stunned. The man's voice remained calm: "Military strategists are not good at combat at the level of magic, but we are very sensitive to baleful energy. He has the [Baleful Fire] mark I left on him. As long as he appears near me, I will be able to detect him."

Zhou Yan asked, "Is it because there's some kind of mark within the evil energy?"

That's why we have tracking methods?

Shen Cangming said, "No." He stated succinctly:
"Because there is no evil energy as strong as mine in the Central Plains."

Zhou Yan sensed a turbulent undercurrent within those seemingly ordinary words. Because there was no other source of malevolent energy of the same level as his own, any malevolent energy of the same level would be detected.

This is not a supernatural power inherent in the military strategist Xuan Guan.

Instead, they are veteran border troops who flexibly apply their abilities based on battlefield experience.

Shen Cangming said, "He is Qingming Fangzhu's subordinate. If I kill him, what will Qingming Fangzhu do?"

Zhou Yan knew what the Master of Qingming wanted and replied:
"Will they send new subordinates?"

Shen Cangming asked, "So, is the new subordinate stronger, or the one from before?"

Zhou Yan understood and said, "The new one will be stronger."

Shen Cangming said, "Yes."

"On the battlefield against the Tibetans, when we find that the enemy general is not very capable, we will not kill him. Our method is to defeat him repeatedly, but not to crush him, so that he loses troops and holds the line."

"Then we will replenish our troops to continuously reduce the enemy's strength along the entire front. If we defeat and kill them, the enemy will send a more powerful general. Then we will face a bitter battle and will be unable to defend the border."

Zhou Yan became aware of this technique.

Surrounding the spot for support?

In other words, Black Wind was marked and became bait for fishing?
Even if it's not used as bait, it can still serve as a buffer against the crisis facing the Azure Netherworld Monk.

Shen Cangming possesses a resolute and rugged temperament, yet his battle tactics are quite refined, imbued with the style of border troops, prioritizing the achievement of strategic objectives.

Shen Cangming said in a low voice, "To expose one's full strength on the battlefield is a naive thing to do."

"If you don't intend to kill your opponent, don't reveal everything about yourself. When slaying demons, you can prepare different tools to counter them based on their characteristics. And if demons know your lineage, they can also prepare methods to counter you based on your lineage."

Zhou Yan nodded.

Shen Cangming said, "Let's rest."

Ganquanyuan prepared a room for them to rest. Zhou Yan sat on the bed, thinking about the current situation, the Qingmingfangzhu, the Weaver Girl Demon, and the hidden enemies. He also thought about his own strength and sensed the tranquility of the earth. He couldn't fall asleep.

He drew the Hungry Ghost Blade, but the tip of the blade had broken off first, and then it broke again at Ganquan Plain, rendering it completely unusable.

But the lineage of beacon towers and temples needs this kind of warrior.

Use the knife to defend, then counter with a slash.

Breaking through the beacon tower realm will improve one's physical strength, and while one will gain some magical power, it will be relatively small.

That magic sword possessed divine power.

If I were to use that magic sword to block the attack and then slash at the flames, the sword would probably fly away in anger. Danger lurks in the shadows. It seems I need to find a way to get a decent broadsword to use.

The sword seemed to understand that this kid still intended to swing it around and use it as a large blade to slash him.

The sword tip subtly rose and slowly retreated.

The magic sword possesses a spirit, a spirit as ethereal and unrestrained as the wind.

It wanted to slip away.

slip away.

The young swordsman looked at the moon outside the window, his fiery magical power flowing through his body, and the pulse of the earth beating within him. He had already formed a karmic connection with this world and gained the initial power to protect himself, so he felt at ease.

Because he felt at ease, in that brief moment, an indescribable sense of loneliness rose up. He looked at the moonlight, tapped his fingers on the hilt of his sword, and said, "I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, and lower my head to think of my hometown."

"Li Bai was probably just like me back then."

The sword suddenly stopped.

Zhou Yan lacked Li Bai's unrestrained spirit and poetic sentiment, but he captured the sense of loneliness in the dead of night quite well; of course, he didn't possess that kind of extraordinary talent.

However, he was separated from his hometown by another parallel span of more than two thousand years.

I do not know Taibai.

But how could Li Bai possibly understand me?

Sensing this wisp of divine essence, the sword finally stopped.

Zhou Yan was sleeping on his side with his eyes closed.

I think about it when I'm going to sleep.

Will I ever see that brave Miss Li in my dreams?
………………

In fact, he was unable to meet Miss Li.

He did meet another person, Li, whom he did not want to see again. The next day, when Zhou Yan was chatting with the village elders, the elders said that they had reported the matter to the government and that officers along the way were coming to deal with the strange things happening in the village. They told him that he did not need to worry.

Zhou Yan saw a man riding alone, this time without armor.

His surname is Li.

But she wasn't the cute but daring Miss Li.

It was Li Zhenyue who had been chasing them before.

Li Zhenyue's astonished gaze fell on Zhou Yan.

Their gazes froze instantly.

(End of this chapter)