Chapter 1692 Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi!
“As you command!”
The Kitagawa clan members immediately raised the pole.
Just as Chen Xuan was about to drive up the mountain, he suddenly said, “Someone will follow us up the mountain later. Take care of those guys for me. If you succeed, I’ll reward you!”
“As you command!”
Chen Xuan tossed out a few common heavenly treasures and then drove up the mountain.
“This stuff is so precious!”
“I can’t afford this with a year’s salary!”
“Mr. Chen is too generous!”
The Kitagawa clan members were amazed.
A moment later, a car drove over. The window rolled down, and a cold man wearing sunglasses said in a commanding tone, “Lift the pole for me, or I’ll blow your balls off!”
The Kitagawa clan members exchanged glances, a cold smile playing on their lips.
“May I ask why you are here at Mount Dajur? Do you have a permit to ascend the mountain?” one of them asked.
“I’ve come to kill people!”
“Kill people? Even if you’re here to kill, you need to register first, otherwise, you won’t be allowed up the mountain.”
Another Kitagawa clan member took out a registration book.
The people in the car muttered a few words among themselves, still believing that this was Japan, and these were members of the Kitagawa clan. They couldn’t afford to offend them lightly.
The cold man with sunglasses gave his companion a look, and the companion immediately jumped out of the car to sign.
But at that moment, a Kitagawa clan member suddenly drew a dagger from his waist and thrust it fiercely into his abdomen.
After stabbing him several times, the man stumbled back a few steps, “You actually dare…”
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed onto the ground with a thud, his breath gone.
The cold man with sunglasses jumped out, “You dare to attack us? You’re seeking death!”
“You’re the one seeking death, daring to oppose Mr. Chen, you’re courting your own demise!”
Several Kitagawa clan members drew their katanas, surrounding the cold man with sunglasses, exuding powerful auras.
“Do you think a few of you can kill me?”
The cold man with sunglasses scoffed.
“Soul Refining Technique!”
Before his voice faded, he suddenly opened his palm, and black mist instantly coiled around it.
In the next moment, the black mist transformed into streams of energy, flowing into the bodies of the Kitagawa clan members.
Then, these people stood frozen on the spot, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost their souls.
The cold man with sunglasses beckoned, and the black mist returned to his hand, but this time the black mist had grown larger. He opened his mouth and swallowed it, and his strength suddenly surged!
Then, the cold man with sunglasses drove the car himself, heading straight for the summit of Mount Dajur.
At the same time, Chen Xuan and the scruffy Daoist arrived at the Dajur Sect on Mount Dajur.
“Bang!”
Chen Xuan kicked open the gate of the Dajur Sect, shouting, “I’m here, come out and greet me!”
The scruffy Daoist stared at him with wide eyes, “Kid, aren’t you being too arrogant? The Dajur Sect on Mount Dajur is very famous in Japan.”
Chen Xuan grinned dismissively and shouted, “Where are they? Where are they?”
A moment later, a chilling aura shot up from the main hall of the Dajur Sect, and waves of golden light surged like a raging tide!
“What a powerful aura!”
The scruffy Daoist’s face changed drastically, and he shouted to Chen Xuan, “Chen Xuan, you’ve gotten into big trouble now! I told you, this Dajur Sect is not simple. I didn’t expect it to hide someone like this. Could this be an old turtle in the Tribulation Stage?”
Chen Xuan was also greatly surprised.
This familiar aura clearly belonged to that person.
But this powerful aura was clearly stronger than before, it seemed he had indeed underestimated that guy.
“Who dares to cause trouble at my Dajur Sect? Seeing as you are ignorant, leave quickly, or don’t blame me for being impolite!”
A loud voice suddenly echoed.
It was domineering and majestic, and it made one’s heart tremble.
“Let’s withdraw!”
The scruffy Daoist tugged at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan shouted, “Stop playing coy, get out here quickly, or don’t blame me, Chen Xuan, for destroying your Dajur Sect with one slap!”
“Huh? Is that the God of Slaughter?”
The Elder Shanshan in the main hall saw this and his face changed greatly!
He took a deep breath and rushed out impatiently.
“Someone’s here!”
The scruffy Daoist saw Elder Shanshan and prepared for a confrontation.
But to his surprise, Elder Shanshan came running over with a trot and immediately knelt before Chen Xuan, saying, “Greetings, Mr. Chen!”
“Huh?” The scruffy Daoist frowned deeply, “Are you stupid? Why are you so afraid of this kid?”
“You don’t understand, Mr. Chen is too powerful, and I am truly convinced!”
Elder Shanshan flattered Chen Xuan.
The scruffy Daoist muttered, “Chen Xuan, where did you find this flatterer?”
“Mr. Chen, do you have any instructions for coming to Mount Dajur this time?” Elder Shanshan asked.
“Elder Shanshan, I heard that the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, one of the three divine artifacts of Japan, is in your Dajur Sect. May I borrow it?” Chen Xuan said faintly.
The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was one of Japan’s three divine artifacts and an unparalleled weapon.
Keeping it in the Dajur Sect could completely serve as a deterrent!
Although the scruffy Daoist was reluctant to hand it over, now that Chen Xuan had arrived, he dared not refuse. He smiled obsequiously and said, “Borrow what? I’ll give it to Mr. Chen. Anyway, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi has always been enshrined in my Dajur Sect, so it’s better to let Mr. Chen fulfill its intended purpose.”
“Good, good, you’re becoming more sensible. If you encounter trouble in the future, contact the divine ninjas of Mount Fuji. They can help you,” Chen Xuan said.
“Thank you, Mr. Chen!”
“Where is the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi?”
“I’ll go get it for you right away.”
The scruffy Daoist quickly returned with the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi.
This Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was slightly longer than a Chinese sword but narrower. It was three feet and nine inches long and two inches and eight inches wide, each inch filled with powerful energy. The sword body was engraved with complex runes, which seemed to have been carved by Japanese Onmyōji to ward off evil spirits.
“A fine sword!”
Chen Xuan took the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi and immediately felt a surge of powerful energy.
“Sword Control Technique!”
Chen Xuan shouted, and the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi shot into the sky, cutting through the air like a dragon passing through clouds.
The scruffy Daoist beside him was so envious he almost cried.
Elder Shanshan’s mouth was wide open in surprise. It was the first time he had seen someone wield the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi like this, and it was no less impressive than in the myths.
“A fine sword!”
With a thought from Chen Xuan, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi flew back to him. He grasped the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, swung it lightly, and sheathed it.
“Elder Shanshan, since that’s the case, I won’t be polite.”
“A fine horse deserves a fine saddle, and a hero deserves a hero’s sword. Mr. Chen is well-suited to use this sword!”
Elder Shanshan was not only skilled at playing the mystic but also very good at flattery.
“Elder Shanshan, I need to handle something.”
With that, Chen Xuan looked towards the entrance.
The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in his sight, and it was none other than the cold man with sunglasses.
“Chen Xuan, your death day has arrived!”
The cold man with sunglasses shouted coldly.
“It seems they didn’t manage to stop you.”
Chen Xuan sized him up and said, “Who are you? Why are you tracking me?”
“Soul Sect’s Hun Qianchou!”
The cold man with sunglasses announced his name.