Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 200 - 197 Netherworld Sword, Seven Kills Strike!

Chapter 200: Chapter 197 Netherworld Sword, Seven Kills Strike!

Even after Wang Yuan had extracted his soul, the ship captain, who had become a fanatic of an evil god, still had a stubborn and ferocious expression as he bellowed maniacally:

"I’ve been drifting on the sea for twenty years, yet my eyes were too poor to recognize that there was a Magician with such audacity hidden on the boat.

But I advise you not to covet these mermaids, as they are the treasures that ’Shan Jun’ uses to refine the Undying Elixir.

In this area of the East Sea and the numerous state counties along the coast, ’Shan Jun’ knows everything. Opposing a Venerable God like him will lead to no good end!"

By then, Wang Yuan had already understood the situation from the memories of the sailor.

That strangely shaped statue of ’Shan Jun’ was not some powerful Deceit Object but a medium for that Deceit God’s spellcasting.

Among the divine positions of heaven, earth, and man.

Scholars and heroes who receive a divine position become ’Human Ghosts’; Magicians and demons who receive a divine position become ’Earth Gods’.

The ’Deceit Immortals’ who convert and follow those dozen or so ’Heavenly Officials’ receive a divine position and naturally become ’Deceit Gods’ within the Heavenly Official system.

Even the ’One-Eyed Stone Men’ who worship the ’No-Life Buddha,’ holding tremendous power above the Turbid River, are essentially ’Catastrophe Gods’ of the Turbid River.

The abilities of these higher beings vary widely, and manifesting their presence anywhere in Red County Shenzhou is common.

Wang Yuan also believed that the ship captain had not lied to him.

However, after glancing over his account which now rested with 48,972 points of ’Yin Morality,’ following the extermination of the Xue Mansion and dealing with the ’Fanatic,’ he simply shook his head and chuckled:

"You probably don’t know about an idol of mine—Mr. Zhou, who during his lifetime used 183 pen names, wearing 183 layers of disguises.

In that era of confusing turmoil, no less dangerous than the horrifying times of today, he managed to live safely until a natural death!"

If it was ’Calamity,’ how could he possibly fear conflicts with others?

Steam rose from underfoot as Wang Yuan walked on the sea as if it were flat land.

With just one step forward, he blocked the path of the mermaids that, driven by instinct, were about to return to Penglai Immortal Mountain.

After transforming into ’Deceitful·Mermaids,’ these passengers, like the ’Bird Demons’ of Xue Mansion before, had long lost the ability to think like humans.

Seeing someone blocking their way, they immediately let out a piercing scream and attacked without hesitation.

Observing these rough men who had just been wielding spears now turned into a flock of undulating "great beauties."

Wary of developing a stye, Wang Yuan had no choice but to slightly lower his lids.

With his hand forming a sword gesture, he uttered softly:

"Netherworld Sword, Seven Kills Strike the Deceitful!"

Wind howled from his sleeve, as seven streaks of blue light shot out, radiating brightly around Wang Yuan.

His eyes flashed coldly as he pointed his finger toward the front with a fierce thrust.

"Strike——!!!"

Seven sun-like golden blue auroras exploded in the air, turning into seven charming sword lights that disappeared in a blink.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

In an instant, the razor-sharp Sword Qi caused a chilling Sword Qi Storm among the hundred-odd mermaids.

Even the surface of the sea was brutally shaved off a layer, transformed into a vast mist of red water vapor rising into the sky.

Although this ’Seven Kills Ghost Cutting Rune’ was only recently developed,

it already possessed power hardly inferior to what was unleashed using the ’Talisman·Fire Dragon Coiled Sword’ against a peak ’Bone and Flesh Outer Appearance’ before.

From this day forth, the quantity of fodder has become meaningless before Wang Yuan; even if many came, they would just be chopped like vegetables.

The altar’s statue, having transformed the mermaids, fell silent again. Even as the mermaids were being slaughtered, there was no reaction throughout.

Its operating mechanism was mechanical and rigid, automatically triggered only by certain "taboos."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yuan collected the significantly more powerful ’Seven Kills Ghost Cutting Runes,’ after slaying the ’Deceitful,’ into his sleeve, and called out again:

"Damao, second hair, come out and work!"

A giant ’Merit Golden Wheel’ unfolded thunderously behind his head as two blazing lion heads burst forth.

The two dignified-looking lion heads nodded and bowed obsequiously, with flattering faces:

"Yes, master, as you command!"

One lion shook a bell, and together, they produced hundreds of ’Fire Lice Soldiers.’

In the process of retrieving the greatly nourishing ’Deceit Bones’ from the mermaids, they also incinerated all of their flesh and blood.

Clearly, the two commanders of the Fire Bells, formerly under Young Master Huadie, had defected to the light.

Recorded by name in the ’Book of Life and Death,’ henceforth both bear the surname Wang.

In Wang Yuan’s ’Yin Official’ system,

The ’Five Senses’ are inner officials and close ministers of the nine-tiered sanctuary, ruling over the ’Five Senses Altar City’ within the body; Daoist Soldiers, Guard Officials, and various Generals are outer ministers, stationed within the ’Merit Golden Wheel.’

However, after subduing these two Ghost Generals, Wang Yuan soon discovered that both of these curly-haired lion heads were chatterboxes and blabbermouths.

In no time, they had revealed all of Young Master Huadie’s secrets, both public and private.

Perhaps what the ’Yin God’ regrets the most now is that he didn’t "clear out" these two treasures while escaping.

To avoid repeating Young Master Huadie’s fate, Wang Yuan changed their names from Iron Teeth and Copper Teeth to Damao and second hair, hoping they would keep their mouths shut.

With the combined effort of numerous ’Fire Lice Soldiers,’ the large group of "mermaids" was swiftly cleaned up, leaving not even a speck of flesh.

Wang Yuan leaped onto the deck, casually summoned a gust of wind, and quickly steered the ship away from the island.

However, he ensured that the statue of "Shan Jun" that had already killed who knows how many people remained within his line of sight.

Five miles out, he slapped the talismanic treasure bag on his waist, and the three recently acquired "Divine Might General Cannons" were lined up neatly on the upper deck.

Wang Yuan’s hands formed a mantra, and he shouted in a low voice,

"I beseech the Divine Might General to descend upon the altar! Target is five miles ahead, the evil god shrine, fire!"

The majestic phantoms of the three golden-armored generals flickered above the mouths of the cannons, and the Daoist Skill Cannons adjusted themselves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The orange and red flames erupted in succession on the sea surface, and the rolling hot winds swept through, making Wang Yuan’s robes whip furiously in the air.

By the time he retracted the cannons and jumped into the "Yin Road" on the "Little Ghosts Carrying the Palanquin," the statue of Shan Jun had already been turned into ash in the raging flames behind him.

Only a furious roar that seemed to emanate from the deep sea dissipated with the wind above the island along with the statue.

The real Shan Jun, located hundreds of miles away, where would he find the trace of his assailant?

This was exactly the specialty of the Imperial Dragon Guard—demolishing mountains and temples, destroying licentious shrines!

Fire the cannons and then run, truly exhilarating!

The secret to reducing calamity was indeed to cause trouble, trouble, and more trouble.

Constrained on the densely populated land, Wang Yuan naturally had no need to hold back now that he was at sea, where almost no ordinary citizens lived.

Crushing the Heavenly Palace and acting recklessly, he would stir things up until the world turned upside down!

Wang Yuan sat in the paper palanquin, fiddling with the Dharma Conch in his hand. As he reviewed the recent events and suddenly remembered something, he casually called out,

"Xing’er!"

"Dharma Master, your servant is here!"

"I forgot to ask you, since the ’Killing Temple’ is extremely proficient at using various powerful ’Deceits’ to kill people. Then this ’Heart Communication Conch’ can’t possibly be the only one, right?"

"Indeed, Dharma Master.

The ’Killing Temple’ and many temples in the Western Regions practicing the same Military Skill called ’Unhindered Kill.’

The awakened Innate Divine Abilities are mostly Heavenly Vision, Heavenly Ear Technique, Telepathy, Destiny Communication, Divine Power, and Leakage-Free Skill—these six divine skills of Buddhism.

This ’Heart Communication Conch’ comes from Awakened Buddhist monks with ’Telepathy’. While treasures like these cannot be sought at will, the temple can still produce a few."

After listening to Xing’er’s explanation, Wang Yuan’s fingertips unconsciously tapped on the armrest as he sank into thought,

"Now it seems that with Red-Tail Island as the center, the nearby waters are muddied. Just the ones I know includes Zhou Jinghuan, Mr. Wufeng, Killing Temple, Penglai Immortal Mountain, Shan Jun...

Aside from the possibility that Zhou Jinghuan might have clues about my concubine, none of the others seem to have an inevitable connection to me.

The only concern is.

This ’Calamity’ at Red-Tail Island is clearly a minor one underpinning next year’s ’Fallen Dragon’ event. If not handled properly, there’s a great chance it will trigger a chain collapse of the major ’Calamity.’

And the key lies with Zhou Jinghuan."

"So before I get there, you unlucky guy better not die on me!"

...

In the seas off Red-Tail Island, on board a three-masted gunship flying the ’Jing’ Commander Flag,

Zhou Jinghuan, never seen without his armor, was sitting in his cabin, caressing a...

greenish scale that resembled locust tree bark and dragon scales, naturally engraved with some sort of runes and characters, obviously another scale from Qingyan.

Kingly Jing’s eyes were deep, like a dark pool:

’Since the day my sister and the royal concubine disappeared one after the other, fifteen years have blinked by.

Though she did not give birth to me, her nurturing grace exceeds that of one’s own mother.

Over these years, though a vassal king, I’ve not contended, grabbed, or coveted anything. Instead, I’ve used my position in Dengzhou Prefecture to seek for years, and just recently, I finally got a lead on the whereabouts of the royal concubine.

Still, it requires returning to Dengzhou Prefecture for confirmation.

But those palace maids and guards who served my sister have been long killed by the emperor, leaving no one alive. Where in this vast sea of people could I find them?

I can’t even determine if she’s alive or dead now.

Hearing that Medicine Immortal Sect worships a Deceit Immortal, ’Shan Jun,’ known as the ’Wiseman,’ and now with nowhere left to turn in my investigation, must I really turn to seeking help from the demons and monsters of such sects?’

Thump, thump, thump...

Just then, an urgent report from an approaching general echoed outside the door,

"Your Highness, the only survivor brought back from that Treasure Ship just woke up.

He claims to be Zheng Bangjie, a Great Sea Merchant from Yunhe County and wishes to seek an audience with you, saying he has important matters to report."

"Sea Merchant... Zheng Bangjie?"

After only a brief moment of contemplation, Zhou Jinghuan recollected where he had heard this somewhat familiar name, and his eyes brightened,

"Right, isn’t that the ’Deceit·Great Yan Treasure Ship’ (Chapter 2) that emerged in East Sea last year?

Aboard that ship, numerous Treasures and Divine Power Skills could be exchanged for lifespan, but wasn’t it said this man had long since died of old age? How could he appear here?! Perhaps... the Exotic Treasure on that ship could be another opportunity for me.

Quick, bring that man to me!"