Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 532 - 420: The City and the Book

Chapter 532: Chapter 420: The City and the Book

The wind blew.

The fine robes on the young man’s body fluttered with the wind, revealing the sword at his waist.

The handsome youth stood by the water and gazed at his reflection.

It was the appearance of Li Chengfeng.

He turned his gaze to the Void, glancing at the ice crystal small characters of the commission:

"The lost page."

"When the Death God approached Destruction, fearing that the Dark Seal tome carried on his person was too powerful and could be seized by evil entities to eradicate all beings, he scattered the book into countless separate pages."

"In Li Chengfeng’s age and world, one of those pages fell in somewhere."

"Go find it."

"If you obtain it, you will become stronger!"

Become stronger.

This was the most crucial thing.

—The only trouble was, in this era, he could only use the body of Li Chengfeng.

Wu Xiaode sighed, jumped onto a passing bamboo raft, and drifted downstream.

"Young man, where are you headed?"

Asked the boatman who handled the raft.

"Let’s see—"

As Wu Xiaode spoke, the Book of the Dead immediately flipped to a certain page, revealing three abilities it had amalgamated from the many pages:

Return to the Dreamland, Regain the power of authority, Death Experience.

Death Experience was about experiencing the process of battling powerful demons and was not useful here.

If he wanted to find other pages, he could use the second ability—

Regain the power of authority:

"This book can sense other pages of the Dark Seal tome, and once you have it, you will gradually acquire the power and authority of the Death God."

Wu Xiaode activated this ability and with a slight sensing, he pointed toward the southern shore and said:

"Please take me there, thank you."

"Alright, heading there now," the boatman responded.

The long bamboo raft slowly adjusted its direction, drifting towards the spot indicated by Wu Xiaode.

"Young man, I’ve heard that the era of great disaster has passed, is that true?"

Asked the boatman.

"I’m not sure either," Wu Xiaode laughed.

He looked at the reflection in the water—

His appearance had become more refined and elegant.

It was a mystery how Li Chengfeng, this young swordsman with such a delicate appearance, fought against others.

"I heard that the demons have all gone to the Death World, so the human world has regained peace, has it not?" the boatman asked.

Wu Xiaode smiled and drew his sword, slashing into the water.

A quick spurt of crimson blood surfaced, pulled by the rushing water, it quickly dispersed, leaving no trace.

Momentarily.

The corpse of a gaunt, completely black, humanoid fish creature surfaced.

"Water Monkey!"

The boatman exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Xiaode had already sheathed his sword, reflecting on Li Changfeng’s era and said:

"Old man, better stay vigilant."

"Why?" the boatman asked while still staring at the demon without blinking.

"Those demons, fearful of death and inherently malicious, have hidden too long. Now, they will reappear and treat the human world as their playground."

"After all—"

"All the strong ones who dared to battle the demons have perished."

Upon finishing, Wu Xiaode lightly leapt from the raft, flying tens of yards and stepping on floating branches over the water, before landing on the southern shore.

Not far ahead was a city.

He had already sensed that page of the Death God’s tome; it was within that city.

—Quickly complete the commission, level up, enhance the Demon Mist, then return and try again to see if it could deceive Shen Xiujun’s eyes.

In a word, make it quick!

Wu Xiaode strode forward, passing through the lush green bamboo forest on the riverside, swiftly darting up the stone-stepped path.

Suddenly.

Two figures suddenly leaped out onto the road ahead.

Wu Xiaode had to stop.

There they were, two ghostly creatures with green faces and sharp teeth, thin and emaciated, each holding a large axe with a long bamboo stick on their backs, from which several human heads were hung.

"Eh? Li Chengfeng?"

One of the ghosts called out.

"You know me?" Wu Xiaode asked while quickly searching through Li Chengfeng’s memories.

No.

Li Chengfeng had never encountered these two monsters.

"Hehe, of course we know you, Li Chengfeng, the lapdog of the Destruction calamity, unlike ordinary humans, you found a way to barely survive," another ghost mocked loosely.

Wu Xiaode did not take it to heart.

—He just hadn’t expected that, just as the demons had left, these hidden demons and ghosts had begun to emerge.

"Excuse me, please step aside, I’m in a hurry,"

he said politely.

"Step aside? Are you headed to Demon Lotus Ghost City?" the ghost asked.

"I remember it’s called Na City, when did it become Demon Lotus Ghost City?" Wu Xiaode exclaimed confusedly.

The two ghosts burst into laughter.

"We’ll have you know, traitor of the human race, our Demon King has already seized that city and is about to undertake a significant enterprise."

"Yes, you human traitor, Li Chengfeng, better scram. The city’s people are all to be used to prepare military rations to aid our Demon King and other Demon Lords in the great battle," one of them jeered.

Wu Xiaode sighed and said:

"Age of Dharma Decline?"

With a flash, he passed between two small demons and continued deeper into the bamboo forest.

Clang.

The blade returned to its sheath.

The sound of two heads rolling down the stone steps followed.

A trace of worry appeared on Wu Xiaode’s face.

Though this was not his era, he couldn’t stand idly by and watch a city being slaughtered.

He glanced at the Void.

The Book of the Dead knew what he was thinking and immediately displayed a line of ice crystal words:

"Under the blessing of the Death God, you can use all your skills without worrying about the consumption of Soul Power."

"Remaining time: 2 hours 17 minutes."

—This was still the blessing given by the Female Death God during his Trial at the Purgatory and Eternal Night Tower.

While the blessing lasted—

Save the people!

Wu Xiaode hastened his pace, and in just seven or eight breaths, he landed on the grand city wall.

He looked into the city.

The whole city was like a giant slaughterhouse.

It was completely blood-red.

There were no living people.

The murderous demons, formed into military ranks, were practicing their drills in the city.

Various other demons hurriedly salted the flesh and blood of humans.

The fires in the armories never ceased. The clanging of hammers on iron resounded, but the blacksmiths were not human craftsmen; they were several ape-like demons.

There were truly no living people left.

Wu Xiaode sighed and just stood on the city wall, quietly observing the demons’ movements.

For a moment.

He looked towards the piles of dead bodies and softly said:

"Recalling once at the noon bridge where we drank,"

"Amidst us were many heroes."

"The long channel flows silently to the moon—"

The swords at his waist sensed their master’s mood and chimed in unison.

Suddenly.

An extremely sharp noise erupted from his waist and soared skyward.

Secret Sword, Desert.

Under the blessing of the Death God, Wu Xiaode could release this sword without caring about Soul Power for the first time.

The Desert Sword transformed into a flying sword!

It flickered with a bone-chilling, fearful cold light and directly charged to the zenith of the sky.

The next moment.

The world turned to darkness.

A massive shadow that covered the sky and sun fell downwards.

If one stood far enough away, they could fully see the endlessly sharp shadow—

Sword shadow!

Every living thing was sliced into nothingness by this sword.

Yet on the sword shadow were mountains, seas, stars, and a bright moon shining down from above.

Secret Sword · Sparse Shadow!

Boom—

The sword shadow exploded, blood light filled the city, and a powerful wind blew it into smoke.

The entire city.

Only the wall on which Wu Xiaode stood barely remained standing.

The other three walls, along with the inside of the city, all turned into a bottomless square pit.

After the sword shadow faded, still sharp sword qi leaked along the edge of the pit, ceasing neither day nor night for three days.

In a stone temple outside the city, a voice of immense fury suddenly sounded:

"Who has destroyed my city?"

A figure soared into the air, swiftly coming face to face with Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode took a closer look—

This was a creature dressed in ancient human official attire, resembling a Qilin but covered in grayish patches, making it look unlike a Qilin.

"Qilin · Knockoff?" Wu Xiaode asked with a bow.

The creature spat out contemptuously and shouted:

"Knockoff your mother’s head, I am the True God Qilin, you killed my city’s demons, what should your punishment be!"

"They eat people, I am human, I kill them, understand?" Wu Xiaode said.

The Qilin looked him over and suddenly laughed aloud:

"So, it’s the human traitor Li Chengfeng who sided with the Demon Kings, you are no match for me!"

"Oh? Because you are a True God?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I only fear those Demon Kings, other than them, I have no enemies in this world!" the Qilin claimed.

It burst into red flames all over its body.

This time, it truly began to resemble a Qilin.

However, Wu Xiaode merely sneered:

"You, who have hidden for too long, hardly keep up with the times, yet dare to re-enter the fray?"

"Watch as I kill you!" the Qilin angrily declared.

"—If you can see my taillights, then I will consider it a loss." Wu Xiaode said.

Mists gently rose from his body.

He disappeared.

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