Chapter 1 The True Legacy

Among the *Taiping Yaoshu* (Esoteric Arts of Great Peace), the true direct line of succession, even the true inheritance before Zhang Daoling founded the Zhengyi Dao (Orthodox Unity Daoism), later ranked as one of the seventy-two Disha techniques, the flame spitting of this spell is not a fire that can be extinguished by rain. A Xuan looked at the soaring flames, almost speechless, with a mournful face.

Everything must be compared.

He originally felt that what his senior brother wanted to do was already big enough.

Compared to this, his senior brother can be said to be very decent.

Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Divine Powers, seventy-two Earthly Fiend Orthodox Techniques, the Seven Pivot Jade Books of the Divine Land Daoist sect.

This is already the top inheritance in Divine Land.

Who would directly release an Earthly Fiend technique upon arrival?

Moreover, the flame-spitting technique is not a juggling trick of spitting flames from the mouth, but directly allowing this world to spit out flames. It is the fire of heaven and earth, stronger than the mountain fire of ordinary earth deities, and stronger than the Dantian fire cultivated by cultivators. It should have been lost long ago. How could Guardian Wei use it?

Wei Yuan's palm trembled slightly, and he released the hand seal.

However, the fire borrowed the wind's momentum, and the wind helped the fire's power. This raging flame had already become a force to be reckoned with.

Wei Yuan exhaled and inhaled.

In his pupils, the golden streamer representing divine power slowly dissipated.

He crushed the popsicle.

He clicked his tongue; his gums were a little sore.

He rubbed his cheeks. The surroundings were already extremely noisy. The ordinary people here fled in panic, but as soon as they reached a safe place, some people began to stare at this scene, taking photos and videos with their mobile phones, and uploading them quickly. The heat of the event began to rise rapidly.

This is Tokyo.

It is one of the most prosperous areas in the entire Sakura Island.

Since ancient times, there has been an Onmyōryō (Bureau of Onmyō) founded here, with the Five Classics passed down from Divine Land as its core, and the *Hetu* (Yellow River Map), *Luoshu* (Luo River Scroll), and *Taiyi* as its initial and highest-level inheritance, with the Mount Tai Prefecture Lord as the main deity of worship. Unconcealed magical power fluctuations occurred here, and the Onmyōji (Yin-Yang Masters) of the Onmyōryō, Shinto priests, and monks all appeared quickly.

Then, they rushed towards here.

Wei Yuan took out a box from his bag and tossed it gently. The yellow talisman on the box was torn off.

An embroidered red shoe with gold trim flew out and directly into the raging shrine.

Wei Yuan flicked a broken sword in the box and said, "It was born because of Wan Qiniang, and there is still a trace of karma that has not been severed. It should be wanting to help Qiniang complete this wish. Go and protect her."

The broken sword sang, and the spirit of the weapon appeared, bowing respectfully.

Then, it turned into a stream of light, tore through the flames, and chased after her.

………………

When the weapon spirit came to the shrine, he felt a sense of comfort.

He had followed Wei Yuan for a long time.

So, he could see at a glance that this was a huge soul-nurturing ground.

The group of Sakura Island Shinto priests used many yin materials to construct a huge place dedicated to warming and nourishing ghosts. The weapon spirit's expression was slightly cold, and he was anxious about the safety of the red embroidered shoe, so he hurried inside. Previously, this place had already been burned once.

Those so-called heroic spirits' memorial tablets were gathered together.

The Shinto priests were repairing their souls.

At this moment, they were being burned by the supreme yang fire of heaven and earth.

They made crackling sounds. Not only the memorial tablets, but even the souls themselves let out screams. Many were directly burned in the flames, and the red embroidered shoe appeared here. It seemed to be in a trance, floating in the air, and faint streams of light appeared on its body in this soul-nurturing ground, turning into a small girl with double buns.

She stared at the enshrined memorial tablets in front of her.

But what she saw in her eyes was vaguely the stone slab road of Jiangnan after a light rain.

But she had never seen that scene before.

Because she was too engrossed, she ignored the surrounding environment. Some tenacious souls, not immediately burned by the flames, wearing armor in the style of the Warring States period, suddenly roared and stepped towards the red embroidered shoe, wielding a *wakizashi* (Japanese sword) and slashing down angrily, a cold light falling.

The red embroidered shoe was not good at fighting and could not dodge in time.

At this moment, only two clangs were heard. The *wakizashi* in the hand of the seemingly mighty warrior paused first, its blade directly blocked, and then, a figure's weapon in his hand suddenly swung from bottom to top, a backhand circling heavy chop.

In the first breath, the back of the blade struck the blade, creating cracks.

Then, in the second breath, the blade was heavily chopped down on the crack from top to bottom.

Such an extremely complex combat technique that tested timing, technique, and skill was performed almost as naturally as breathing. The *wakizashi* in the warrior's hand was broken in half just like that, turning into a stream of light in the void. Then, in the third breath, the weapon had already pierced the warrior's soul's throat.

The latter clutched his throat, seemingly discovering something, his eyes wide open.

"It's you..."

A cold light tore through, and the soul completely shattered.

A memorial tablet shattered.

One of the Kuroda Twenty-Four Generals of Sakura Island's Warring States period, Kuno Shigesho.

Died on the Pyongyang battlefield.

The spirituality of the red embroidered shoe was surprised to see that the one who had saved her was a familiar figure, a veteran from the museum, the honest-looking weapon spirit who was always with the water ghost, but at this time, he seemed a little different, stretching his body, and the broken sword in his hand slowly floated with light.

The light slowly condensed, turning into a long katana.

He stared at the katana with a gentle expression, then looked at the red embroidered shoe and said with a smile:

"Whatever you want to do, just do it. I'll protect you here."

The red embroidered shoe nodded. She stepped onto the flames burning the memorial tablets of the war criminals. With her steps, streams of light emanated from her body, and her body gradually grew, gradually transforming into a beautiful and delicate girl. In the past, young men from Wuling competed to shower gifts; countless red smiles were unseen.

This is the appearance of Wan Qiniang.

It is also the last trace of obsession left on this red embroidered shoe.

The soldiers of Jiangnan, the blades of Jiangnan, the songs of Jiangnan.

The Qijia Army weapon spirit's face showed admiration, and he gently hummed the tune.

……………………

At this time, the people from the Onmyōryō finally arrived.

Wei Yuan could see them from afar.

They did not rashly approach, wanting to break into the shrine from all directions, but the flames achieved by the seventy-two Disha techniques of Divine Land were difficult to break through. They quickly discovered that a total of four directions, three directions were absolutely dead ends. As long as they approached, they would definitely die.

But no one was a fool. Everyone knew that if the releaser of this kind of large-scale divine power did not leave, then that so-called safe direction was the most dangerous place.

A Xuan had not forgotten the two masks he had just bought at this time.

Holding them, he hurried to Wei Yuan's side and glanced at the shrine that was already burning fiercely.

The young man regretted it and was annoyed that he had not listened carefully to his senior brother.

He had been careless, and such a thing had happened.

He said with a mournful face, "Guardian..."

"Did you come here specifically to kick ass?"

"No." Wei Yuan said:

"I came here to settle karma."

"Karma?"

"Shh... listen quietly."

Wei Yuan gently pressed his index finger to his lips. The somewhat dazed young Daoist suddenly heard several zheng sounds. He quickly recognized that this was the sound of a pipa, but how could there be a pipa here? When the first few notes of the pipa rose, the sounds of the guqin and flute also joined in.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and listened quietly to the music.

And at this time, everyone, including the people on the scene and in remote areas.

Originally, they were all watching what was happening at the Yasukuni Shrine, but suddenly, they discovered that this shrine, which was engulfed in flames, had suddenly changed. Clearly, the flames were rising, but it seemed that there was a drizzling rain falling. Then, on top of the Sakura Island architecture, pavilions appeared, upturned eaves appeared, and hanging silk appeared.

On top of this sinful place, a seemingly illusory but completely different picture appeared.

That was a corner of Jiangnan.

Suddenly, the tune became impassioned, with the guzheng as the main instrument and the guqin as the auxiliary, playing the sound of killing. This picture, because someone was holding a mobile phone, had already been transmitted out. A musician familiar with this Divine Land tune recognized the tune.

"This is..."

"*Ruzhen Qu* (Entering the Battle Music)?"

Several zheng sounds.

A silver bottle suddenly broke, and water and slurry spurted out; iron cavalry burst out, and swords and spears rang.

A figure in red appeared in the flames.

One knew that she was incredibly beautiful, but one could not see clearly.

She opened her mouth and sang a clear, heavenly tune.

And the flames continued to burn. On this fire, which used the memorial tablets of war criminals as firewood and the souls of war formations as fuel, a figure in red danced wildly like fire, twirling like the wind. The tune was clear and impassioned, and along with the singing, the flames were stirred up more and more fiercely for some reason, and the figure in red danced as she pleased.

The impassioned tune, the melodious singing, the burning ruins.

The souls scattered and dissipated, the constantly burned spirit tablets.

And the red clothes as fierce as fire.

No matter what, this scene was extremely impactful.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze. He could guess that this was a soul-nurturing ground, and he could guess that there was still a wisp of Wan Qiniang's obsession in the red embroidered shoe, but he thought that this obsession would make her vent her anger here, would make her look for those enemies, but he did not expect it to be like this.

You will never be able to destroy me.

I will dance on your ruins.

This may be a more arrogant response than simple killing.

However, the price of this dance is not small.

Wei Yuan turned around and stared at the Onmyōji of the Onmyōryō, his fingers slowly clenching the wooden sword.

Only by constantly burning the soul can this Jiangnan illusion be supported. This is also Wan Qiniang's final obsession, the end of all the stories of that year. You said that as long as I sing the tunes of Jiangnan in Divine Land, no matter where you are, you will be able to hear it.

Now the whole world can hear my voice.

Can you hear it?

*Yuqi Shu* (Letter to My Wife), that was an inquiry after decades of separation.

It was a dignified hero, sacrificing himself for the country.

It meant that his seven-foot body had already been promised to the country, and it was difficult to promise her again.

*Ruzhen Qu* (Entering the Battle Music), then, was the answer.

May you go forth!

Wei Yuan suddenly felt inexplicably complicated, but also inexplicably had a sense of uninhibitedness.

A Xuan wanted to stand beside Wei Yuan to fight the enemy together, but he was pressed on the shoulder by the latter and pushed gently, causing the young Daoist to stagger aside. Wei Yuan picked up a mask at random, covering his face, only revealing his eyes, and gently held the wooden sword in his hand against the ground.

Towering, he stood upright.

The cultivators of the Onmyōryō used Onmyō techniques, which were also raging flames and winds, wanting to guide and absorb the flames in the shrine at this moment, so that this picture could not continue. The boundless flames and raging winds attacked, but Wei Yuan only tightened his grip on the wooden sword with his right hand. He answered A Xuan's question again.

"I came here to settle karma."

"To collect a debt."

"To repay a favor."

"To end a consequence."

He stepped forward step by step.

The wooden sword in his hand was against the ground, facing the raging flames and winds that were falling. The mask was reflected in the color of the flames, and his pupils seemed to be burning. Then, his left hand pinched a Daoist seal, and suddenly the sword force swept upward, the sword energy tore, and the Daoist techniques appeared at the same time. The *Taiping Yaoshu* (Esoteric Arts of Great Peace) was mainly for saving people, so this Daoist technique was a defensive method.

Very simple.

The Seven Pivot Jade Books of Daoism.

Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Divine Powers—

*Hui Feng Fan Huo* (Returning Wind and Reversing Fire)!

Zhang Jiao's direct lineage.

The boundless raging wind reversed, carrying the flames and rushing towards the sky, forcing the Onmyōji back. The scorching heat was constantly flowing around. A Xuan's eyes widened, and his heart beat wildly. After a few breaths, along with the sound of footsteps, the raging flames and winds dissipated, and a sword energy gully appeared on the ground. The youth with the god-demon mask held the wooden sword diagonally, and the sword energy surged endlessly.

"Mountains and rivers are different, we cannot live under the same sky."

"Today, anyone who dares to cross this line."

"Will be slain."

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

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