Chapter 184 Justice is only on the edge of the sword
"Sir, are you really planning to just talk to Boliu Jiangshuijun?"
The ghost looked at the sword held in Feng Qing'an's hand and asked cautiously. He had no doubt that as long as the water king dared to show up, the young master would draw his sword and cut him down.
"What is the problem?"
Feng Qingan looked down at his clothes, seemingly not knowing what was wrong with him. However, he noticed the fearful look in the ghost's eyes, so he smiled and explained,
"As a scholar with a good reputation, it is reasonable for me to carry a sword with me, right?"
"Yes, sir, you are right!"
The ghosts and gods responded repeatedly, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. He had been worshipped as a ghost and god for hundreds of years. Even if he included the time he spent as a human being, he had never seen such a crazy scholar.
In broad daylight, he led a group of warriors to attack the government office, beheaded the Shao Yin in public, and forced the prefect to resign. Even when the Night Patrol was at the peak of its power during the reign of Taizu, they were not so arrogant.
"So, can you please ask that Suicune to come out?"
"This... I'm afraid I can't do anything about it!"
The ghosts and gods immediately looked embarrassed . Although he was only the judge of the city, even if the City God came, it would be the same. The Lord of Water in the Boliu River would not bother to pay attention to them.
Although both are Shinto, these ghosts and gods who are created by incense and worship are fundamentally different from the earth gods who rule the mountains and rivers. They envy each other, but at the same time they despise each other.
The source of the power of ghosts and gods is basically the offerings of incense from humans. Once the incense is lost, they will fall from the position of god. Therefore, the change of the position of ghosts and gods is frequent in Shintoism.
The gods of the earth rely mainly on mountains and rivers. While their position is stable, it also means that they are basically unchanging. They can remain unchanged for hundreds or thousands of years. If they want to become stronger, they can only collect incense.
However, most of the gods in the world, even if they put in a lot of effort, could not collect a fraction of the incense that the ghosts and gods sitting in the city could.
Therefore, ghosts and gods envy the stability of the position of the earth gods, while the earth gods envy the easy access to incense and worship of ghosts and gods. However, envy does not prevent them from looking down on each other.
But the God of Water in Boliu River is different. He is one of the very few gods who can control the veins of mountains and rivers and receive a large amount of incense and offerings from humans, and lives a very comfortable life.
Therefore, one can imagine the status of incense, ghosts and gods in his eyes.
"Nothing can be done!?"
Feng Qing'an took a look at the ghost who was leading the way, and he probably understood why the City God did not show up. He probably couldn't invite the God of Water, Boliu River, to come. He might have to figure out a solution for this matter himself.
"Sir, maybe I can give it a try!"
At this time, Sen Miao took the initiative to suggest that she had already felt Feng Qing'an's murderous intent towards Boliu Jiangshuijun, and she was happy to do her part.
"You want to disturb the riverbed?"
Through the soul contract, Feng Qing'an could feel Sen Miao's mood. Although not as good as Heishan and Minglong, he could also guess what she was planning to do.
"yes!"
"Let's wait until night. Even if there is any noise on the river, it can be covered by the cover of night and will not disturb the world!"
Feng Qing'an follows the rules of the human world. Ordinary people have mortal eyes and cannot see even the monsters and demons passing by them, but isn't this a kind of protection?
In the absence of a solution to the problem, not being able to see the other party can actually help you get along better with them, and you won't panic and shout, causing unnecessary trouble. After all, the appearance of many monsters and demons is far beyond the acceptance of mortals.
Dusk soon fell as the sun set. The farmers who had worked all day returned home in the afterglow of the setting sun before dusk fell. The banks of the Boliu River soon became quiet and no one was seen.
Under the expectant gazes of the ghosts and gods in Nanshao Mansion, the horse with its four hooves stepping on the snow walked onto the turbulent river. The moment the horse's hooves touched the water, the surrounding water became calm, just like a tamed wild cat, becoming extremely docile.
The turbulent river current, as Sen Miao walked past, a calm waterway visible to the naked eye appeared, and Sen Miao walked on this continuously extending waterway and entered the bottom of the Boliu River.
Without Sen Miao's power to maintain it, the calm waterway gradually could not be maintained as the river continued to wash it away, and was once again swallowed up by the turbulent river current.
"Sir, is your mount okay?"
Following behind Feng Qing'an, watching the horse that Feng Qing'an rode almost every day step into the river, Butler Zhao couldn't help but ask with some concern.
He really hadn't imagined that this seemingly unremarkable horse, which could almost revive the dead, actually had the power to suppress Jiang Liu.
Thinking of this, Butler Zhao couldn't help but look at the black and white wolves squatting beside the young master. Even a horse has such magical powers, so what magical powers are there about these two wolves that have been following the young master for a long time?
Awooo~
Heishan noticed the gaze of Butler Zhao and realized the meaning behind his eyes. Heishan let out a low growl, and his body, which was originally the size of an ordinary wolfhound, began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the horrified gazes of the warriors who had come to join in the fun, the originally small black wolf turned into a terrifying tower-sized monster in the blink of an eye, with blue flames wrapped around its limbs and body.
This made the ghosts, who were already standing far enough away, couldn't help but pull back a distance. The flames that could corrode the soul also made the ghosts feel instinctive disgust and rejection.
"Phantom Wolf!"
Some ghosts and gods shouted out the name of Black Mountain's race, which made them look at Feng Qing'an with even more awe. This was a terrifying race of demons that were destined to become great demons, and yet they were following this young master like a loyal dog.
Woo~
If the black wolf is like this, what is the origin of the white wolf? The eyes of the ghosts and warriors could not help but fall on Bai Yao, which made the spirit beast from the mountains feel the pressure and release its true body at this moment.
It was the body of a graceful spirit beast whose size was not much inferior to that of Black Mountain. However, compared to the majesty and ferocity of Black Mountain, Bai Yao's figure was full of agility and elegance.
“Spiritual practice!”
The knowledge and experience of ghosts and gods are absolutely sufficient. Even if Bai Yao only reveals her true form, there are ghosts and gods who can recognize the path she has chosen, because the aura of being close to all things cannot be disguised. This also makes the ghosts and gods look at Bai Yao with a sense of closeness.
Most monsters act according to their own will, so it is difficult to tell whether they are good or bad. However, spiritual practitioners are different. They may be cold or arrogant, but they will never harm any living being.
"It turns out that Heishan, who is beside you, is so powerful. I'm afraid I am no match for him!"
Although the two beings were of similar size, the warriors could tell at a glance that Black Mountain was the most threatening. The terrifying evil spirit was so strong that it almost merged with the ghost fire on his body, making them feel a strong sense of crisis as if they were being pricked by needles all over their bodies.
Boom——
Just as these ghosts and warriors were discussing how powerful Heishan and Baiyao were, the turbulent Boliu River suddenly exploded. A column of water shot straight into the sky, and a figure as huge as a mountain was thrown out from the water, and indigo-colored dirty blood spilled in the air.
Snap——
As the riverbank beneath their feet shook slightly, the crowd and the ghosts and gods could see clearly what kind of monster was thrown out of the water. It was a Yaksha with a green face, fangs, and covered in green scales.
Unlike the Yaksha who serves ghosts and gods in the underworld and is surrounded by evil spirits, this Yaksha that was thrown out from the bottom of the river has strong blood and a huge physique. Even if it is lying on the ground, it is still several feet tall. Mortals may need a ladder to stand on its back.
"This is the patrol commander of the Boliu River!"
Soon, some ghosts and gods recognized the identity of this powerful Yaksha. After his identity was revealed, the ghosts and gods suddenly became chaotic again, because they knew very well how powerful this patrol general Yaksha was.
In fact, it is enough to just look at the physique of the Yaksha. Although it is not accurate to judge the strength of a creature by its body shape, it can be used as a basis most of the time. If it can grow to such a big physique, it can't be weak.
“So strong!”
Crush and defeat a patrolling Yaksha general and throw him out of the water is much more difficult than killing him directly. One must have overwhelming strength to accomplish this.
"What realm is that person at? He's too strong!"
"With such powerful strength, he is actually willing to be the mount of the Second Young Master Feng. This Second Young Master is truly unfathomable!"
"It seems we don't need to worry too much. This young master should be able to convince that Water Lord!"
"Yes, our Nanshao Prefecture is saved. As long as it rains in time this year, the people won't have to starve!"
Just as the ghosts and gods were becoming more and more excited, they were somewhat panicked to see that the young man actually walked towards the Yaksha general whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, put the ancient long sword that exuded a terrifying aura on his waist, and took out a snow-white long sword and pulled out the blade.
"Second Master Feng, what are you going to do?"
"Think twice, young master!"
Even if the ghosts and gods wanted to stop it, it was too late. They could only watch Feng Qing'an, who was close at hand, swinging the Qingshen Sword in his hand, drawing a snow-white crescent sword light, and cleanly cutting off the head of the Yaksha General.
Puff~
Indigo blood gushed out from the headless neck, but the demon whose head was cut off did not die. The headless body stood up under the stimulation of intense pain.
The body that had lost its five senses moved subconsciously, and each step left huge footprints on the river bank, creating deep cracks. However, these cracks were quickly healed by the intervention of an invisible force in the next moment.
The headless Yaksha body instinctively waved its arms, trying to find its severed head. The severed head wailed, and the strong sound vibration attracted the headless body.
But before the headless body stretched out its arms to grab the head, another sword light flashed, and the two strong arms broke at the elbows and fell to the ground. The severed head let out an even more painful scream.
"This is a big demon!"
Seeing General Yaksha who remained alive even after being beheaded, the old and frail Butler Zhao couldn't help but tremble in his voice. This was the realm he had always dreamed of pursuing as a warrior.
The Hunyuan realm that can fight bloody battles with big monsters can regenerate broken limbs, and even if it is beheaded, as long as the head is reattached in time, it will still not die. It is precisely because of such terrifying vitality that it can fight with big monsters, because big monsters also possess such terrifying vitality.
"Pity!"
Looking at the Yaksha body in front of him, which was still able to move even though it had lost its head and arms, Feng Qingan looked down and saw that his eyes were already open, staring at his Yaksha head with resentment and hatred on his face.
"Only by reattaching your head can you be whole again. However, you can't grow a second head!"
As he spoke, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and gently raised the head of the Yaksha, which was taller than the others. Then he stabbed out with the sword again. The sharp sword energy pierced through the chest of the Yaksha. Even though it pierced through the chest, the flesh and blood were still wriggling and healing, but it could not stop the mad loss of vitality.
At the broken neck, scarlet flesh and blood surged wildly, as if trying to grow a second head. However, the vitality lost as a result was simply not something that this great demon's body could provide, and it could not hold on for that long.
Under Feng Qing'an's indifferent gaze, the big demon who wanted to regenerate was eventually exhausted of a lot of vitality because he couldn't find his head, and fell on the river bank. The indigo blood did not flow far because the warriors were collecting it with excitement.
"Sir, why did you kill it?"
Seeing that Feng Qing'an really killed the Yaksha general and did not leave him any chance to resurrect, the ghosts and gods came over and looked at the body of the Yaksha with sorrow on their faces. How could they expect him to behave and bring rain obediently after he had killed all his generals?
"Do you still need to ask such an obvious question? Can't you see the evil aura entangled with it?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the majestic ghosts and gods in front of him with an expressionless face.
Why did he kill the Yaksha General after only one look? It was simple, because the sword had reacted. This was a Yaksha that had hurt humans and even devoured them. If that was the case, there was nothing to say.
Even the Lord of Cangjiang River needs to pay a price for this. He is just a small Yaksha who swallowed a person, so naturally he should pay with his life as the price.
"But don't you still want to talk to Boliujiangshuijun? If you keep General Yasha..."
"I can use this as a handle to control Suicune and force him to make it rain? Do you think it's possible?"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help laughing when he heard the naive ideas of these ghosts and gods.
But we can't blame them. For them, the pressure brought by the Water God who controls the thousands of miles of river flow is indeed too great. After all, this Water God doesn't even bother to talk to them.
"But even if you don't have such plans, it would not be good to kill this Yaksha !"
"Not good? What do you think I rely on to talk to Boliu Jiangshuijun?"
Feng Qingan sneered.
“…”
Ghosts and gods are speechless.
The young man grasped the hilt of the ancient long sword at his waist and glanced at the ghosts and gods.
"My reliance is the sword in my hand!"
