Vanguards of the War of Resistance! Let's travel back in time together, classmates!

328 Journey to the East, Chapter Twenty-One

The most distinctive feature of Japanese fruits is their sweetness. Whether it's grapes, apples, pears, or peaches, whether they are cultivated or naturally grown, they are all much sweeter than their Chinese counterparts.

Shangguan Yun had always thought it was a problem with the soil and water, but now he realized it was related to the concentration of spiritual energy in the world.

It is said that in some places in the cultivation world, when the concentration of spiritual energy reaches a certain level, spiritual roots of heaven and earth can be born. For example, peaches of immortality and ginseng fruits belong to this type.

However, although the concentration of spiritual energy here is high, it is still far from reaching that level.

Shangguan Yun suddenly remembered the name of this small village, which was quite interesting.

Oshino Hakkai sounds impressive, but it was originally just eight very small ponds, each with a small area. The largest was only two or three hundred square meters, and the smallest was only a dozen square meters.

Because the pond water is entirely sourced from the springs of Mount Fuji, it is rich in spiritual energy, which is why the rainbow trout that grow there are considered to be very intelligent and have a delicious flavor. They are a favorite delicacy among the locals, and the father and daughter naturally wanted to try them.

We also tried some local desserts, water-ground tofu, grilled fish, cantaloupe, grilled corn, and so on. Little Xuanxuan's belly was already round.

Shangguan Yun was also tired after eating, so he spread a blanket on the grass by the river and Xiao Xuanxuan began to take a nice nap. Shangguan Yun covered Xuanxuan with a small quilt.

Lying on the ground, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Recalling the beautiful scenery along the way—Kinkaku-ji, Todai-ji, and Mount Fuji before me—I spontaneously recited...

The autumn rain falls in a continuous, pleasant way, while the journey to Shenshan is long and winding.

Bow to the Buddha

The golden pavilion is bathed in splendid attire.

The mountains and rivers remain the same as yesterday, but who is so reckless today?

Traveling with my daughter

What beautiful scenery at the foot of Mount Fuji!

At the same time, Shangguan Yun couldn't help but think that since Oshino Hakkai came from here, this should be his lair. If his sect is nearby, he might consider paying a visit.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Yun activated the system radar. After rest and recuperation, the system had recovered about 15% of its energy. As long as he didn't encounter any earth-shattering power, he should be safe.

A few minutes later, Shangguan Yun smiled and sneered, looking towards a small mountain valley about a kilometer to the southeast. There were faint traces of cultivators there, but none of them were particularly high-level cultivators.

After a while, Xuanxuan woke up. Shangguan Yun found her a farmhouse and asked her to wait for him there. He also took out a lot of toys for the farmhouse children, and the children went off to play happily.

Shangguan Yun straightened his samurai uniform, pursed his lips, and staggered towards the misty valley.

Meanwhile, at the Asama Shrine at the 5th Station of Mount Fuji, an elderly man dressed entirely in a fiery red robe was conversing with another elderly man in black, both with very serious expressions.

"Hahahaha... Lieshan, I think you're worrying too much. The Asama lineage of Japan has a thousand-year-old foundation, and with Mount Seigaku as its base, even if a powerful enemy attacks, they won't be so easily defeated..."

The old man in black looked at Oshino Retsuyama, who was kneeling opposite him, and smiled smugly.

"Hmph... Senior Brother Takeda, don't blame me for not warning you, this enemy is no simple matter. The Iga Clan also has a thousand-year history, but it was wiped out overnight..." Oshino Retsuyama said, glaring.

Takeda Inoue sneered, "Junior brother, don't forget that when Ancestor Xuandu passed down the Daoist tradition, all the Japanese masters set up the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation based on the Eight Peaks of Fuji."

Our ancestor once said that this formation originated from the Taiji Diagram, a supreme innate treasure of Laozi. Its power is so great that it cannot be broken unless a true immortal descends...

Heh heh, the enemy may be formidable, but how could they possibly reach the True Immortal realm? Even if they were at the Golden Core stage, they would be no longer tolerated in this world. If they were to actually come knocking, heh heh... I'll make sure they can't leave so easily..."

Renye Lieshan gave a wry smile. "Senior brother... our mountain-protecting formation is good, but it consumes too much spiritual energy. Moreover, with our cultivation levels, it's not easy for us to control the formation... I'm afraid we'll be lucky to unleash even one or two tenths of its power..."

Takeda Ion laughed heartily, "Junior brother, the world has changed drastically in recent times. We can't even find a single Golden Core cultivator these days. You think someone can break our great formation? I think you're worrying unnecessarily..."

"Hey! Senior brother, don't forget, the one who wiped out the Iga Sect might have been a Golden Core cultivator... If it really is him, I'm quite worried."

Upon hearing this, Takeda Inoue remained silent, then nodded. "In that case, the two of us still need to practice and prepare some other methods... lest we fall into someone else's trap..."

So the two brothers began to study formations to prevent anyone from suddenly attacking them.

However, they guessed correctly. Shangguan Yun would definitely come looking for trouble. Revenge is always Shangguan Yun's motto. Last time, when Oshino Hakkai infiltrated Liaodong, he tried to kill him but was killed instead.

Shangguan Yun had long coveted the Renye Sect, and now that he had the chance, he was determined to make them regret it! Leaving without leaving them a souvenir was not his style.