Chapter 144 Diao Chan

Diao Chan.

The greatest beauty of the Three Kingdoms.

Also, a great youkai recorded in the Sakura Island Onmyoji's secret book, *The Tale of the Three Kingdoms Demonesses*, the golden-haired, jade-faced nine-tailed fox from the Three Kingdoms.

Later, she was crowned as the origin of the legend of Tamamo-no-Mae.

Likewise, she was, at least on the surface, the direct reason for Lu Bu Fengxian's sudden uprising and assassination of Dong Zhuo. Wei Yuan saw the unrestrained arrogance on Lu Bu Fengxian's face calm down. Those eyes were like a fierce tiger that had finally found its place and unfinished business, quiet and peaceful. He said, "Diao Chan, is she with you?"

The young strategist on the other end of the phone spoke in a gentle voice: "No, she's with the Tu Shan clan."

"That was originally a fox demon of the Tu Shan clan."

"Back then, she was dissatisfied with the Tu Shan clan's orders and rushed out relying on her own strength. She also didn't know where she found the method of supporting the dragon court from a certain Fangshi. Afterwards, she fled to Sakura Island in Dongying. From this, it seems that her method of supporting the dragon court should have been learned from Xu Fu, the first Fangshi of the Shenzhou Qin Dynasty."

Lu Bu Fengxian was silent for a while, and said: "I didn't expect the Prime Minister of Ji Han to be so free."

The young strategist's voice was gentle: "No, facing the most valiant and dangerous Xiaohu (tiger) of our time."

"No matter how careful, it's not too much."

"This is something that even Cao Mengde knows. Liang considers himself to be much more cautious than the thief Cao Mengde."

"Don't laugh at Wen Hou, when Liang knew of your existence, he had already done all the preparations. Fortunately, the general's information is relatively easy to obtain in this era. And Liang, back then, grew up listening to the general's brave and invincible reputation."

Lu Bu's smile slowly faded.

"You mean, you have already made preparations and means to deal with me?"

The young man's voice was mellow.

"Ah, General, why would you say that?"

"Liang is just a little timid."

Not wrong.

Because of timidity.

So, I have collected and prepared all the weaknesses that can restrain you and target you.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze. Lu Bu said: "It's not bad to be valued so much by Kongming."

"Not so."

The young man's tone was still sincere.

"At this moment, Liang is just a wisp of thought, a distraction. I have separated my consciousness, called the Avatar Thought Preservation Technique."

"This thought is specifically responsible for General Lu."

"Of course," the young strategist's eyes were clear, "it's also the only thought."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He suddenly felt that this young man had not changed at all for so long. Lu Bu Fengxian had realized the spirit of rottenness before dying once, but the young man's mouth was still the same as when he debated with the Confucian scholars, polite and courteous, but able to make people vomit blood and faint.

Lu Bu Fengxian closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly laughed loudly, saying: "Good one, Zhuge Kongming!"

"Worthy of you!"

"I found that you and I are clearly the same kind of people, but you are clearly so arrogant, but you can leave a humble name in history. This is even more impressive!"

"I will go to Tushan Yiqiu. As long as she is really here, then I will help."

Chaoge City

The young Kongming rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes slightly lowered.

He held a scroll of intelligence in his hand, which contained the experiences of Lu Bu Fengxian and Diao Chan.

After Da Yi came back and told him that Lu Bu Fengxian, the number one fun-seeker of the late Han Dynasty, had returned, he immediately mobilized all the power he could. As for how that Qingqiu fox clan who ran away back then finally returned, and how Zhuge Kongming knew her location.

Naturally, someone helped.

Rubbing his eyebrows to relieve his fatigue, he muttered to himself:

"...Yingzhou Island, the protector of the demon race, Wang Shan-jun of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

A foolish person.

No, a foolish tiger.

A very, very foolish big cat.

Almost on the eighth day after Kongming conveyed the news of Lu Bu's arrival, Diao Chan, the great demon who had fled Shenzhou, was sent back, wearing gorgeous clothes, and the credit for capturing this rebellious Tu Shan member was "placed on Xiaoqing's body..."

Zhuge Kongming muttered to himself: "Using this to create a good relationship between Kongming and Xiaoqing, a good method."

"Is this the style of the Han Dynasty? The strongest general under Wang Mang of the Xin Dynasty at the end of the Western Han Dynasty."

"What exactly is he planning to do?"

"How strong is he now?"

Da Yi opened his eyes. He had had a brief contact with Wang Shan-jun. After thinking for a while, he replied:

"His strength can be considered good."

"He seems to have devoured the ancient remains of the sacred tree on Sakura Island, and then, at the cost of burning this divinity, he unleashed a blade, killing the tiger who was ranked eighth from the bottom among the twelve Yuanchen of the Great Wilderness, and once again abandoned his body, driving the mythological concept of the twelve Yuanchen. I had a brief exchange with him this time. He merged the ancient Qi techniques of the Western Han Dynasty with the mythological concept of the tiger."

"He created an extreme technique. Because the twelve Yuanchen are concepts within time, the Twelve Revolutions Great Array is enough to cut off time and lifespan. Therefore, even if he can use the power of the twelve Yuanchen with the body of a mortal demon, he cannot live forever. Each use will consume a certain amount of lifespan. Of course, if he doesn't use it, he can also have a relatively long lifespan by relying on the passive ability of this concept."

"It belongs to an extreme trump card."

"Even so, it is limited by the level of the myths and legends of the twelve Yuanchen. Even if he burns his divine soul and simultaneously damages the true spirit and lifespan to cause irreversible damage to the mythological concept."

"It is probably at the level of the end of the first tier below the top ten famous mountain gods."

Zhuge Kongming seemed to understand the current strength of this Shan-jun.

He reorganized the intelligence and reintegrated it. And now, in the core area where many elite scholars and practitioners from various disciplines in the entire human world gather, there was a burst of hissing sounds. And there, a platform filled with silver-white lights completed by modern magic arrays and technological power.

There was a loud, angry roar constantly resounding.

But he couldn't break free.

Here, there were the highest-level thunder talismans in the human world, and they were densely engraved. The faces of the surrounding scientists and practitioners were a little stiff. Zhuge Kongming held a magic sword in his hand, calmly stretched it out, and tore open the chest of that turbid world demon, causing the latter to let out a more violent unwillingness and roar.

"This is the physique of a turbid world demon god."

"Human beings in the world feel fear and dodge when they are hurt, but demons are different."

"Demons do not have the instinct of fear."

"Injuries and blood will only stimulate their killing intent and make them more crazy. Therefore, when facing these demons of the turbid world, you must attack them in the shortest possible time until they have no room to move. You must not feel pity for their words and deeds."

"I know, you may think that this old fellow and your new era's atmosphere are different."

The young Kongming put down the scalpel in his hand, looked at the inhuman turbid world demon behind him, and said with a calm expression: "But Liang believes that the humanity you speak of is based on the premise of allowing the human race to survive. Gentlemen, Liang will say one more thing, no matter who it is, do not empathize with criminals, and do not empathize with enemies."

Everyone's expression tightened.

The young Kongming's voice was peaceful, and he smiled slightly:

"Conduct detailed analysis and understand the difference between the turbid world demon gods and the creatures of the human world, what level of damage they will feel fear, and what level of fear will affect their behavior and judgment. All of this must be judged in the most basic way."

"Yes!"

At this time, Da Yi transmitted a voice: "...Laotianshi just sent a message, saying that he somehow created the seventy-two gods of the Thunder Department again?"

"The seventy-two gods of the Thunder Department?"

The young Kongming was surprised, and then thought for a while and said, "Then, Senior Da Yi, please arrange a trip for me to Longhu Mountain."

Da Yi was stunned.

The young man smiled and said, "Thunder is the pivot of yin and yang."

"Now that there are righteous gods of the Thunder Department, then the human world can mass-produce thunder-struck peach wood swords and thunder-struck peach wood talismans."

"Ahem, let everyone who cultivates to a certain level, with their ID card and political review, go to the community to receive a set of cultivation talismans. The attached equipment is an eight-hundred-year-old thunder-struck peach wood sword, and they can receive the Yang Qi talismans from the Shangqing Sect every month."

The white-haired and old feng shui master next to him clicked his tongue: "An eight-hundred-year-old thunder-struck peach wood sword?"

This thing is already considered a treasure!

What's more, looking at Kongming's plan, everyone will have one.

Then, is there any room for ghosts to live in the human world?

Damn, if some centuries-old ghost king or zombie revives and plans to do something, but finds that the human world now has an eight-hundred-year-old thunder-struck peach Kongming in hand, stepping on the Yu steps, treading the Gang steps, they will probably doubt life on the spot, ah no, believe in ghost life.

Then, this feng shui master saw that young strategist casually flicking out a talisman.

Similar words were written on it:

"The plan to use nuclear power plants to create a large amount of current impact and mass-produce century-old thunder-struck wood is suspended."

The old magician's expression slowly solidified.

When?

Using nuclear power plants to bombard trees to create thunder-struck wood?

Damn, when did our ancestors make this plan? If there hadn't been a thunder god, would you have continued to do it?

In other words, the plan for everyone in the human world to have a thunder-struck martial sword was something you had already implemented?

The white-haired and old magician only felt his blood surging fiercely and his scalp tingling. The young man over there smiled and said, "After all, the demons of the turbid world are always evil things. When Liang was deducing, he felt a little scared and worried, so after thinking about it, he had to slightly improve the human world's defense capabilities."

The old magician almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

So, you felt a little scared, so you directly exploded your forces, right? Armed to the teeth?

He seemed to see a certain zombie revive one day.

Billions of eight-hundred-year-old thunder-struck wooden swords in the human world raised up and pointed at the evil spirits.

I'm so scared.

So, please cooperate.

That scene was so beautiful that the old Fangshi even felt that those zombies who hadn't woken up should not wake up in this lifetime. 138 Reading Network

Waking up is a hell-level dungeon.

The young Kongming patted him on the shoulder and said in a peaceful tone: "However, I only trust you to tell you these things, don't spread them."

The old man was slightly startled, and then his blood surged. A feeling of a scholar dying for a confidant emerged.

He knew that this might just be polite words, but this was Zhuge Kongming!

The old man's face was flushed, and he nodded heavily and solemnly: "Yes!"

The young Kongming smiled peacefully and calmly.

It wasn't until the old magician left with special force, as if he had regained his youth, that Da Yi said, "Why did you deceive him like that, Mr. Kongming?"

Kongming said lightly: "Liang didn't lie. Liang is indeed worried and scared."

"It's just that since I'm scared, then I must nip it in the bud. As for trust, I do trust him."

He blinked: "It's just that the division of trust in Liang's heart is a little more divided."

Da Yi shook his head helplessly: "You have been working too hard during this time."

The young Kongming twisted a strand of white hair and said restrainedly: "Haha, is that so?"

"There's no way."

The young Kongming said leisurely:

"After all, I can't just sit back and watch Yuan's rear being in a mess and do nothing."

Human world, museum.

Lu Bu Fengxian threw the phone in his hand to Wei Yuan and said in a calm tone:

"Diao Chan, Diao Chan..."

"I will go to the Tu Shan clan. If you have any worries, you can come with me."

Wei Yuan could see that his expression was very depressed. After thinking about it, although the Tu Shan clan had King Yu and Nvjiao, the current King Yu still retained some fighting power. Wei, the museum curator, was a little unsure in his heart, but with the Shennong Whip, it shouldn't affect King Yu's foundation no matter what.

Well, probably.

Young people should be restrained.

Then can the elderly who have been around for thousands of years indulge?

The Taoist nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

So, after telling Jue, Wei Yuan planned to go to the Tu Shan clan with Lu Bu Fengxian, thinking that although he had tricked Nvjiao a little, the matter had not happened for too long, and King Yu probably hadn't spoken yet. Well, even Nvjiao couldn't react in just a day or two.

Then make other reactions.

Impossible, impossible.

So, this trip should be safe.

If Lu Bu Fengxian could be added to this operation, the probability of turning Kunlun's Kai Ming back would greatly increase.

The time to reunite with Qi seemed to be just around the corner.

While Wei Yuan and Jue were chatting, Lu Bu Fengxian had already strode out. Perhaps it was because his mind was shocked at the moment and he was uneasy, or perhaps it was because the visitor was too special. In short, when Lu Bu Fengxian opened the door, a guy directly bumped into Lu Bu.

Then he staggered back several steps.

"Hiss... what is this? When did the museum have an extra pillar?"

Lu Bu lowered his eyes and was slightly stunned.

He saw a young man with white curly hair and red eyes sitting on the ground with a decadent temperament. Snacks were scattered all over the place.

Huh?

White hair, red eyes, decadent temperament?