Chapter 472 Taking the Sword

Ruri Kazama and Mai Shutoku were caught in the hallucination created by Amancong Unken outside the side hall door of the shrine.

Although they broke free in their own ways, the influence of the illusion still existed, and the closer they got, the more powerful it became.

Even with Kazama Ruri's royal bloodline, getting closer to about five meters from the door is the limit. After that, every step forward will have to endure more terrifying hallucination tests.

What happens if you can't break free?

Kazama Ruri has a big say in this issue.

He knew very well that if he couldn't break free, he would die in a hallucination.

Surprisingly, Lu Mingfei had no impact at all.

Lu Mingfei walked all the way to the door of the side store and even entered the side hall, but he never encountered any hallucinations.

Perhaps in other words, it is worthy of being Kassel's S-class.

"Does it come from the authority of the White King..."

Lu Mingfei said to himself.

The phantom of the big snake when opening the door to the side hall is still vivid in my mind.

Is this the White King? Or something else?

Lu Mingfei couldn't be sure.

However, after Fengjian Liuli explained it, Lu Mingfei understood that the big snake shadow was probably the influence of the Tian Cong Yun Sword. The White King's authority was in the spiritual realm. It is conceivable that when he took the sword later, he must still have some influence. You will encounter similar tests.

"ha……"

Kazama Ruri held her arm behind her back and stretched.

He covered his mouth and yawned.

"Brother Lu, it's getting late. I'm going to wash up first."

Kazama Ruri smiled and said to Shutoku Mai.

"Auntie, you should go to bed early. Staying up late will cause wrinkles."

"Speak of it."

"I have a few secrets for skin care here, you must be in need."

"You little brat!"

Mai Shutoku clenched her fists loudly, and Ruri Kazama smiled faintly, got up and walked out.

The paper door closes.

The unhappiness on Shutoku Mai's face disappeared instantly.

She looked cautious.

Lu Mingfei could see all this change in his expression.

"Who are you and Kazama Ruri?"

"Master, you must be wary of this person."

"oh?"

"There is something I wanted to tell the young master yesterday."

Mai Shutoku walked to the door and put her ear to her ear to make sure there was no one outside.

She sat down next to Lu Mingfei again.

"That's it, Master."

"The knife that Kazama Ruri has is not the same one as before."

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows.

He recalled carefully and found that in his memory, Kazama Ruri's sword had never been unsheathed, and he had never seen the sword in its entirety.

"Seven days ago, when Kazama Ruri came here for the first time, I briefly fought with him."

"His sword is indeed unsheathed.

"I saw it clearly then."

"Kazema Ruri's sword."

Mai Shutoku said seriously.

"There is no Ringtong family crest."

This also means that Kazama Ruri's sword was specially changed when he came to Izumo Country to get the Tiancongyun Sword this time.

The sword with the Ryudan family emblem is enough to prove Kazama Ruri's royal blood status. As for why he doesn't use it, it's very simple. Kazama Ruri is the Dragon King of the Fierce Demons and always uses a sword with the royal blood of the Eight Snake Qi clan. What happened to the knife?

"That guy knows the special significance of the royal blood to the Sword Attendant clan, but he never mentioned it."

Jiude Mai reminded Lu Mingfei.

"Young master, be careful. We don't know what the plot of Kazama Ruri is."

…………

It was the dark night of the second day.

The sword servant clan is brightly lit.

Burning torches shine in all directions.

Almost all members of the Sword Warrior clan, regardless of age or gender, have taken up arms.

Lu Mingfei took the sword today.

It can be said that this is the moment that determines the life and death of their sword warrior clan.

To prevent the demon's lair from moving, the swordsman clan, under the command of Mai Shutoku, set up a large number of traps along the village.

It's a pity that time is too tight, otherwise Mai Shutoku would still want to transport a batch of ammunition and replace them all with mercury.

Lu Mingfei was sitting in the house prepared by the Jianshi clan, looking through the window at the night sky and talking about the full moon.

"Fifteenth night..."

Yesterday's sacrifice was interrupted. This was an unprecedented event for the Sword Attendant clan. What would happen to the Tian Congyun Sword was unpredictable, so after discussion, Jing Lu Mingfei nodded and they finally set the time to take the sword to today.

Even if it's the night of the twelfth lunar month, I can't care about it. Things should happen sooner rather than later, otherwise things will change later.

"Do you think it can be done..."

"Hopefully it will work out."

"Didn't you see it yesterday? If it was that adult, wouldn't success be 100% guaranteed?"

Similar discussions can be seen everywhere in the Sword Attendant clan.

They were anxious and expectant about what was about to happen.

The members of the Sword Warrior tribe, who were patrolling around with torches, would cast their gaze at the shrine from time to time, silently cheering for the young man in their hearts.

"What are you looking at!"

the captain scolded.

His cold eyes swept over everyone.

Suddenly, these people were as silent as a chill, not daring to breathe.

"Do all the work at hand for me!"

"Lighten your eyes."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"Tonight, one of you might die!"

The captain looked at everyone.

No one dared to look him in the eyes.

"Did you hear everything clearly?"

"Listen clearly!"

The captain nodded and waved them away.

Although he had just reprimanded others, the captain could not control himself and cast a glance towards the shrine.

He made the tribesmen prepare to die. He knew that what he did was entirely for the outsider.

The captain knew it.

As long as Lu Mingfei could take away the Tiancongyun Sword, he would not frown even if it cost him his own life.

As long as it can end the...curse fate that befell the Sword Warriors.

The captain's eyes were firm.

A monster...

No matter what you want to do, as long as it is possible to disturb Lu Mingfei, you must first step over my body.

…………

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the door.

"Come in."

A girl's soft laughter sounded outside the door.

"No, sir."

Lu Mingfei recognized the human voice.

"It is you."

Jian Shihua stood outside the door, the moonlight reflecting her shadow on the door.

She was smiling.

"Sir, I'm sorry for interrupting you."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Mingfei looked at Jian Shihua's shadow on the door.

"It's quite boring to just recuperate your energy."

“It’s nice to have someone to have a couple of words with.”

Jian Shihua laughed and quickly covered his mouth.

"How are your injuries?"

"Thanks to my lord, it's much better."

The air became quiet, and after saying these two sentences, neither of them continued to speak.

Lu Mingfei had a vague feeling that Jian Shihua actually wanted to say something.

But she didn't say those words until she was about to leave.

"Sir, I have to take my leave."

Jian Shihua bowed to Lu Mingfei outside the door.

"Everyone in Izumo Country believes that you can succeed."

"But I hope that adults should take care of themselves first."

Lu Mingfei's expression changed.

Jian Shihua said.

"Even if we can't get the sword or curse it, we've been used to it for so many years."

"You don't have to go that far for us."

Jian Shihua breathed out.

"Anyway..."

Jian Shihua bowed down through the door.

"I wish you well."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"That's not right."

"Based on your tradition, shouldn't it be said that martial arts are prosperous at this time?"

Jian Shihua also laughed.

She shook her head.

"In my opinion, if death is the price, it makes no sense whether martial arts are prosperous or not." "Surviving is more important than anything else."

Jian Shihua stood up and walked away backwards.

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

"Thank you sir, no need."

Jian Shihua touched the horizontal and vertical scars under the veil. She had forgotten what this face looked like before. She only remembered that the current appearance was disgusting even to herself.

So, if you go in, it’s not necessary.

Jian Shihua took one last deep look at Lu Mingfei's door.

Sir, you must... survive.

"I wish you well..."

Lu Mingfei murmured with interest.

"The sword servants all hope that I can successfully take the sword. Regardless of whether I can take the sword or not, I hope that I will be the first to survive in the end."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, and his senses of vision, hearing, smell, execution, taste, and no sense became weaker and weaker. At the same time, his spirit strengthened accordingly.

Although it is impossible to use martial arts cultivation in the inhuman realm, it is still possible to use some small skills.

This is to meditate and recuperate, to adjust the body and mind to the best state. The support used is that Lu Mingfei's current body is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Maybe I really am a hybrid, with dragon blood, but the method of awakening is different.

Such a thought flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind.

Otherwise there is no way to explain why I am different from others.

The thought was fleeting, and Lu Mingfei quickly dismissed it.

Lu Mingfei imagined that he was like glass, transparent inside and out, clean and flawless.

After a long time.

Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes.

What a pair of clean eyes.

Black and white, no impurities can be found, as if you can see the bottom at a glance.

And in the deepest part of these eyes, there is a dead sea, a withered tree, and a dead world.

Lu Mingfei blinked.

The sea and the trees and the vision of the world were all gone.

He is that clean boy again.

But he has some kind of indescribable temperament.

The door that had been closed all day slowly opened.

Lu Mingfei walked out of it.

He glanced at the outside world and looked away.

Lu Mingfei walked towards the main hall of the shrine, step by step, slowly and firmly. His silent back looked like an old monk, an ascetic, or a seeker.

The purest and most powerful.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door of the main hall.

The phantom of the big snake roared out.

In the middle and highest place of the main hall, there is a wooden box covered with red cloth, highlighting the outline of the sword. This is the divine body that the sword servant clan has worshiped for generations, Tiancong Yunjian.

The moment he opened the door, the illusion of a huge world came to him, completely covering Lu Mingfei.

This is the authority of the White King, a realm that belongs exclusively to the spirit. It is the accumulation of sins, punishments, and hatred for thousands of years until today.

Lu Mingfei stepped inside and was overwhelmed by this illusion.

No need for you to do it, I'll do it myself.

Lu Mingfei raised the corner of his mouth.

Come and pay for this thousand-year promise.

A faint golden light brewed in his eyes, as if something terrifying was about to break out of the cocoon.

On the day when the king returns, all the ministers will pay tribute to him.

…………

"That is……"

The first one to react was Kazama Ruri.

He sat on the book, his broad sleeves swaying in the wind, and a blade of paper was placed between his lips, blowing a Qingyue tune.

Occasionally, a young woman from the Sword Attendant clan would look at her, then she would blush and lower her head.

Mai Shutoku spat lightly.

Suddenly, the tune stopped.

Kazama Liuli looked in the direction of the shrine, pondered for a moment, and smiled with understanding.

"Has it started yet?"

Fengjian Liuli jumped down, her long hair and clothes like flowing clouds.

"Your young master."

Kazama Ruri said to Shutoku Mai.

"Out."

Mai Shutoku took a deep breath.

"knew."

She gave orders to the members of the Sword Warrior clan who were responsible for delivering the news.

"Move, move!"

"Move everyone!"

"Check the traps one last time!"

"Now, immediately, immediately, everyone move!"

"yes!"

The numerous torches began to swim away like a resurrected dragon.

There are young and strong men here, as well as immature children. The people of the Sword Warrior clan have to undergo combat training since they were young. This is to better protect the Tian Congyun Sword, but they probably never thought that one day they would have to sharpen it so hard. His skills would actually come into play on the battlefield where the Tian Congyun Sword was taken away.

Almost all the members of the Sword Attendant clan are soldiers. Perhaps it is due to their bloodline, or perhaps it is due to long-term exposure to the Tiancongyun sword. All the members of the Sword Attendant clan are of mixed race.

With such a force at his disposal, Mai Shutoku spent a whole morning laying out traps all around the country of Yun.

If it weren't for time constraints and the remote location of Izumo Country, Mai Shutoku would really like to transport a large number of arms and lay a few kilometers of minefields outside, which would eventually weaken some of the demons' power.

"Did you give it?"

"What?"

"Of course it's a token, you idiot!"

"Who likes girls like you?"

"You guy, I really don't know whether I should call you slow or stupid. We are about to go to the battlefield. Yui's thoughts..."

"Let's talk about this kind of thing after we come back alive."

Several young sword servants were whispering while arranging their weapons.

"you!"

The captain shouted coldly.

Several young people remained silent and lowered their heads.

The captain's stern eyes swept over them.

"You have time to chat here."

"Why don't you hurry up and get to work!"

"yes!"

Several people responded, bowed their heads and walked away.

Only a young man was left, standing with his head lowered.

His face is very similar to that of the captain.

"Spread your hands!"

The young man glanced at the captain in confusion.

The captain's expression was serious and old-fashioned.

"Did you hear me? Spread your hands!"

The young man spread his hands in confusion.

A magatama-style emerald green stone necklace fell into the palm of his hand.

"This is... mother's..."

The captain slapped the young man on the head.

"If you want to find Xiao Yui, go find her. She is on the west line of defense. Go back quickly, don't leave her alone!"

The young man covered his head and cried out in pain. Hearing the captain's words, he couldn't help but grin.

Suddenly he seemed to finally react.

"Father, you..."

The captain smiled.

His face darkened again.

"Be like a man and do whatever you want!"

There was a smile on the young man's face that he couldn't hide.

"Um!"

He nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Father!"

He turned around to run, but the captain suddenly stopped him.

"Remember!"

The captain was solemn.

"Go and come back quickly."

"I don't have a son who is a deserter!"

"besides."

The captain patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Hold your position."

"rest assured."

"I will die before you."