Chapter 270 The Shattered Gaotianyuan

By the time Qiongqiong Chuzun truly saw what was flying towards him, it was already too late.

In the next moment, as He identified the swift afterimage as an arrow.

The arrow rapidly magnified in his pupils.

Instantly piercing through the defense he had erected, the violent and vast aura nearly stopped Qiongqiong Chuzun's heart. The raging winds buffeted him, causing his black hair to fly wildly. In the next instant, as he rejoiced in his survival, he suddenly realized something and turned his head abruptly.

He saw where the sky and the mortal realm intersected, where invisible flames were rising into the clouds.

He opened his mouth in disbelief—

And then his scalp went numb.

Gaotianyuan had collapsed...

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The Tianzhi Yuzhong Shrine.

Shanjun, wearing a black knee-length coat over a pan-kou style garment, looked up and saw what had happened to Gaotianyuan. In Sakura Island's mythology, Gaotianyuan represented the realm of the gods. He frowned slightly, and then, as if making a decision, picked up a sheathed black katana.

He strode towards the interior of the shrine.

Two attendant gods were stunned and came forward, saying, "Oyamatsumi-no-Kami, you..."

Before the sound could fade, Shanjun's warblade slammed down heavily, and the god on the left grunted and fell. The god beside him was stunned, but Shanjun took advantage of the momentum to draw his warblade and cleave both the god and the blade in two, splattering blood all over the shrine.

Tossing the scabbard aside with his left hand, he gripped the hilt with his right.

Wearing a black robe and with black hair, Shanjun strode in, warblade in hand.

Killing whoever he met, slaying every god he encountered.

"What... what do you want to do?!"

"The Tianzhi Yuzhong Lord God will not spare..."

A beautiful woman with a dignified and gentle appearance, almost as if formed from wind and snow, stared angrily at Shanjun.

The black-clad youth casually slew her with a single strike, and she fell to the ground.

Her eyes still held disbelief.

She seemed not to have expected that the youth before her would attack her, despite her beauty.

Shanjun thrust the warblade, a Han Dynasty ring-pommel saber, into the ground. The blade was thick and heavy, specifically designed for cleaving and hacking. Compared to a katana, it was more like the bold Han who rode horses through the wind and snow of the north. He bent down and took the treasure from the goddess's arms, saying:

"Xu Shi? Just a disgraceful wretch who has forgotten his ancestors."

He never understood.

What was the point of this small, peripheral island nation?

Living here temporarily, in order to return to Divine Continent someday, was one thing, but to stay for more than two thousand years...

Xu Shi, ah, Xu Shi.

Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten the great land where you were born?

He opened the box, revealing extremely ancient runes.

Shanjun's amber eyes focused on the trajectory of the runes, and then he directly crushed the rune and all of Xu Shi's backup plans, so that even if Xu Shi encountered danger and chose to activate his true spirit to return here, he would no longer be able to do so.

He crushed the wooden box, letting the wood shavings mix with the wind.

Sitting on the steps of the shrine, he watched Gaotianyuan burn in the distance, turning into a sea of fire that tumbled and fell into the sea, but he didn't care. He used the collapse of the realm of gods as an excuse to drink. The Sakura Island pantheon was large and complex.

Now that Xu Shi, who presided over the main divinity, was dead, after a brief period of calm, it would definitely become a chaotic mess. He decided to watch the show first.

As for the losses...

This was only a temporary place to stay; what did he care about the losses?

The more lively, the better!

He exhaled a mouthful of alcohol and kicked over the white jade wine bottle, casually saying:

"Omitama?"

"Far inferior to shao dao zi..."

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Wei Yuan saw Fang Feng and Daoyan.

He restrained the baleful aura around him and nodded politely in greeting. In order to resist the influence of the decree just now, Fang Feng had shrunk his divinity to the extreme, and Wei Yuan had not been able to detect it. He only judged from the scene before him that Daoyan had protected Fang Feng.

Although the decree had guaranteed that it would not affect the innocent.

However, Wei Yuan still thanked him.

Suddenly thinking of something, he took out a box from his arms and handed it over, smiling and saying:

"Great Master Daoyan, you said that you became a monk in the Jiangnan region, right?"

He said, "This is a Jiangnan snack, just made not long ago."

He had originally bought extra, and the pastry box was too small to fit it all, so he had casually stuffed it in his pocket. However, he suddenly remembered that the young monk had said that he had become a monk in the Jiangnan region during the Dharma debate between the Taoist and Buddhist sects. Monks could not eat meat, but these Suzhou-style pastries were fine.

Daoyan wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth.

He looked at Wei Yuan, was silent for a moment, took the pastry, thanked him, and said:

"Curator Wei, where is your museum?"

He said softly, "If I have time, I would like to visit."

Wei Yuan had a good impression of the young monk who had saved people on the mountain that day. Besides, his museum wasn't a particularly secret place, so he frankly told him the location, and then, carrying the head of Xu Shi, he embarked on his return journey.

After a long time, Fang Feng glanced at the silent Daoyan and said, "Do you have a feud with him?"

Daoyan didn't answer.

He wasn't sure if the other party was the doctor from back then.

But if that Yuan had also lived since the Qin Dynasty... then those incomprehensible things might have an explanation.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts, and with a hint of helplessness, sighed softly:

"Amitabha."

Looking at the box in his hand, he thought of when he first started practicing, he had occasionally eaten pastries. His expression softened, and then he opened the pastry. The young monk's movements suddenly froze, the smile on his face stiffening. Fang Feng was stunned and saw Suzhou-style pastries inside the box.

It was exquisite craftsmanship, but because of the battle just now, the box was filled with crumbs.

And some of the pastries were stuck to the packaging box, leaving irregular traces like craters on the surface of the moon.

Fang Feng gasped.

He took several steps back and turned to look at the young monk who had had obsessive-compulsive disorder for six hundred years.

With indomitable perseverance, the young monk closed the box, turned his head, took a deep breath, the bandages on his chest seeping with blood, and muttered through gritted teeth:

"Amitabha."

Do you have a feud with him?

Perhaps there was, perhaps there wasn't, before.

Now, there is.

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Langya Wang Clan.

The First Emperor calmly drank tea, with Wang Jian and his son Wang Ben attending at his side. As for the other members of the Wang clan, their heads were almost buried in the ground. They felt like they were living through a year for every day. If they could leave, they would have wanted to go far away, but the three of them didn't speak, so they had to stay where they were, no matter how uncomfortable they were.

The First Emperor put down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and said:

"I intend to make an eastern tour. If you two have no other arrangements, then accompany me..."

"Go to Mount Tai and retrieve something."

Wang Jian and his son agreed without hesitation.

The First Emperor hummed in acknowledgement, and said no more. After a moment, he raised his eyes slightly. Wang Jian knew his habits well and turned his head to look.

Sure enough, after only a moment, there was a knock at the door.

The Wang clan members saw their ancestor nod at them and breathed a sigh of relief. They ran over to open the door. When the door opened, a lingering, dense baleful aura almost froze him in place. He didn't even hear Wei Yuan's words of thanks. After a long time, he barely regained his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat, his legs weak.

Wei Yuan strode inside, cupped his fist and bowed in salute.

Although the First Emperor had left that teahouse, Wei Yuan could figure out that he had come to the Wang family after a little thought. He first nodded to the two Marquis of the Wang clan, then presented the box, and said slowly:

"The traitor Xu Shi has already been executed."

The few Wang clan members present, although they had expected it, still felt their brains go blank and their whole bodies felt like they were in a dream when they heard these words—that was indeed Xu Shi, once the First Ritualist of Divine Continent. The second reaction was that Xu Shi had been executed. Could this young man be a remnant of a true spirit like their ancestor?

The First Emperor nodded slightly.

Wei Yuan opened the box, revealing the old face with unclosed eyes.

Ying Zheng reached out and pointed, and large masses of light appeared in Xu Shi's brow.

"Although I interrupted his connection with that side, there is still divinity in his body."

"It can be considered the accumulation of these two thousand years, but unfortunately, he relied too much on the power of divinity."

His five fingers clenched slightly, and the divine imprint representing the Tianzhi Yuzhong Lord God of Sakura Island was directly suppressed and solidified by the First Emperor, turning into a pair of magatama, one black and one white, representing yin and yang, from which the divinity was genuinely released. However, the First Emperor glanced at them, then waved his sleeve and let the pair of magatama fall into Wei Yuan's hands, casually saying:

"Take them."

"I still dislike that flavor from back then, even when I recall it now."

He frowned, a rare trace of disgust appearing in his eyes.

His voice paused, then said flatly:

"Consider it a gift from me to this era. You should know how to use it."

"For example, the next era should return to the world of cultivation. The so-called gods of Xu Shi's country will inevitably be in chaos after his death. When they have chosen the strongest, then use this to divide it into two. One part is held by Divine Continent, and the other summons the God-King of Sakura Island to Divine Continent to receive investiture. Those who obtain the divine imprint of this main god are the orthodox, and announce it to the world."

"And call it..."

The Emperor's eyes fell and said faintly:

"The Divine Continent bestows a gold seal upon the slave country of Wa."

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Wei Yuan took the pair of magatama. The First Emperor didn't intend to stay at the Wang family for long and prepared to depart. Wei Yuan could temporarily store the pair of magatama, but it wasn't convenient to just throw Xu Shi's head away. After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan opened his phone and selected Cat-Head Celestial Master.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Hello, the phone you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please call again later..."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched and he put down his phone.

He saw that the First Emperor and the Wang family father and son seemed to be planning to ride away.

Wei Yuan thought of the way he had sent the head of the Sakura Island temple heir to Zhang Ruosu before.

After a moment of silence, he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

"Taoist Zhang, I have a gift for you here, a real gift."

The text message was not rejected.

Wei Yuan took out his phone, tied the box containing the head with a hemp rope, hung it on his sword, knocked on the sword, and said, "Longhu Mountain, Taoist Zhang Ruosu, you won't recognize it wrong, right?"

The long sword hummed a few times.

"Don't run any red lights this time."

Wei Yuan tapped his finger and covered the sword with a Wind Control talisman.

Flying Sword Head Express 2.0

Go!

ps: Today's second update... three thousand two hundred words.

The bestowal of a gold seal on the slave country of Wa existed in history. Emperor Guangwu of Han had it, the King of Wa of Han gold seal; Cao Rui of Wei had it too, the Pro-Wei King of Wa purple ribbon gold seal.