Chapter 1 The Little Celestial Master is Dumbfounded

The little Celestial Master was already dumbfounded. Yuanshan City was completely destroyed, and the doubt and worry in his heart vanished along with it.

"Grand Master Uncle! Grand Master Uncle's swordsmanship is amazing!"

Now he called out without any pressure! He even ran out of the rubble, fearing that Ji Xiang would leave him there. Now, regardless of whether this black-clad youth was truly his Grand Master Uncle, just for the sake of this cultivation, it was definitely worth calling out!

What power!

Although this strike should have been unleashed by that Da Liang sword, first of all, to obtain this divine sword, one must defeat a false immortal, which is impossible for most people. When Yuanshan City was still guarded by the Ming army, that old false immortal, dragging his decaying body, still made a move once, almost shattering the prestige of the Ming Dynasty in Yuanshan City.

And that old Japanese false immortal, he scattered his cultivation into three parts, entrusting it to the control of the Japanese army, and choosing Yagyu Munenori, this loyal great swordsman, as the main inheritor, which was definitely the right choice. If there were no accidents, in the near future, after Yagyu Munenori grew old, he would also become a false immortal, and live for hundreds of years, existing as the foundation of a new era.

Unfortunately, there is no "if". The reason why an accident is an accident is because it comes without warning. Even with divination techniques, it is inevitable to stumble in a ditch.

Everyone here is used to flirting with death, and since they have embarked on the path of cultivation, they must be prepared to die at any time!

The little Celestial Master stumbled towards Yuanshan City. He knew that his Grand Master Uncle should now be "cleaning up the battlefield"!

And for the little Celestial Master, there was also someone he would only be satisfied with seeing dead with his own eyes!

......

Painful groans involuntarily escaped from Shimazu Yoshihiro's mouth. His armor was shattered, and he was bare-chested, even his lower body was the same. His clothes had turned into strips and scraps. His hair was disheveled, and blood and mud covered his face. He struggled to get up from the ground, half-kneeling and supporting himself with his broken katana. The burning pain in his lungs made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Baga yarou!"

People shout loudly when they are extremely angry to vent their emotions, but Shimazu Yoshihiro found that the sound he made was so weak and hoarse. He grabbed his throat, his face turning purplish-red.

When a person's throat is damaged by a powerful external force, the vocal cords rupture and bleed, and the sound produced is like trying to tear the trachea. Blood flowed uncontrollably from Shimazu Yoshihiro's mouth. He looked around, and the several corps commanders who had fought with him were lying on the ground, motionless.

They were probably dead.

"Hehehe..."

Shimazu Yoshihiro spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and muttered to himself mockingly:

"I never thought that the overlord of Kyushu would fall into such a state."

His expression was miserable as he looked at Yuanshan City, which had been reduced to ruins in the distance.

His emotions changed several times in a short period.

Miserable, tragic, angry, furious, wailing, and finally gasping hysterically, like a person who has been drowning for a long time returning to land.

His lungs were ruptured, so breathing was difficult!

"Oh, there are still people alive. Being able to survive this sword strike already shows your own importance."

"You should be some kind of corps commander... Hmm? Shimazu Yoshihiro? What a big fish! Are you the supreme commander of the east?"

Shimazu Yoshihiro saw the black-clad Daoist approaching him. Did the other party seem to recognize him?

"We haven't met before, have we?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Indeed, this is our first meeting." Ji Xiang also responded politely.

"Should I say good evening, or have a nice journey? How about surrendering? I guarantee you can live much longer."

Ji Xiang finished reading the description on the blank divine tablet. Because the hostility emitted by the other party in an instant reached an extreme peak, Ji Xiang didn't even have to ask the other party's name. Everything about the other party had been exposed.

"The overlord of Kyushu will never surrender to the people of Ming..."

Shimazu Yoshihiro didn't have time to think about why he could understand what the other party was saying, or why he could understand what the other party was saying. At least in the current dangerous situation, these were unimportant details.

It must be some kind of minor magic of the other party, nothing to be surprised about.

"The overlord of Kyushu? You're talking about Kyushu Island... You scared me. I thought you wanted to be the overlord of our Kyushu."

"Hehehe... I had hoped for that, but unfortunately, I didn't succeed."

"If you don't surrender, do you still want to commit suicide in front of me? Yuanshan City has been destroyed. This place has already been taken by us. Or rather, this place is no longer important. Surrender. Surrendering will at least give you a decent second half of your life. Maybe you'll be exempted from the death penalty because of your good attitude."

"Not important?"

Shimazu Yoshihiro gnashed his teeth and spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm:

"This strategic location has been erased from the map just like that, but it doesn't matter. As long as there is manpower, as long as there are reinforcements, it can be taken back again!"

"It's not because there is a city here that it is important, but precisely because this place is important that there is a city!"

"Do you know that in October two years ago, I fought a battle in Sacheon Fortress in Korea. The Ming army commander in that battle was called Dong Yiyuan. At that time, we were defeated, and several generals died in succession. I only led a hundred men to retreat to the inner city, and you bombarded us with various cannons."

"But the result was that I, with a dozen people, attacked your armory and blew up 20,000 of you!"

"Later, I cut off the heads of your soldiers' corpses and cut off all their noses. I originally wanted to take these trophies away. If I went back, these would all be my martial achievements and medals!"

"It's just a pity, I can't go back."

He spat out a mouthful of blood with every sentence, looking at Ji Xiang with provocative eyes.

At this time, it was impossible to escape. Surrendering would only lead to greater torture, so the only way was to anger the person in front of him and let him kill himself here. This was his best destination and his best ending. And if he was lucky, his thoughts might even return to his homeland. It would only take a few years if it was fast, and a few decades if it was slow, and maybe he could be reincarnated.

Come on, be angry, kill me!

Shimazu Yoshihiro not only thought so, but he also wanted to shout it out!

"Don't you want revenge!"

"Come! Come kill me..."

"Kill... me."

"?"

Ji Xiang was expressionless. Shimazu Yoshihiro was puzzled: "Aren't you angry?"

"Although you fought well, cutting off the heads of corpses and cutting off their noses after the battle will only prove your incompetence. For someone who can only flaunt his power over corpses and is impotently furious, I don't need to be angry."

Ji Xiang said casually: "And this just shows that you were beaten very badly at that time, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry, or even, ashamed into anger."

"What did you say!"

Shimazu Yoshihiro suddenly became furious, but immediately afterwards, his lungs ruptured again, his face changing constantly, and even breathing became difficult.

"Good, good! I'll tell you, after that, I even massacred the civilians and common people near Sacheon, ah... in short, I massacred more than 10,000 people, including your Ming logistics soldiers!"

"Aren't you angry yet? Don't you want to avenge them?"

Ji Xiang smiled: "Revenge will have to wait until you are sent to the guillotine. Then, of course, it will be avenged. And you will be beheaded in front of the world, so that your name will be passed down through the ages, and you will be scolded by all generations. This is a good thing."

"You, you!"

Shimazu Yoshihiro couldn't vent the anger in his chest. He thought about it and began to try to move and adjust his breathing.

His eyes gradually became sharp, but his head was lowered.

"I, I surrender."

Surrendering was of course impossible.

But things had come to this point, and claiming to surrender would instead make the other party relax his vigilance. As long as the other party got close, he would cut off his own head with one slash!

That's right, cut off his own head!

Cutting the other party would of course be like hitting a stone with an egg, but cutting himself was different. After successfully completing the suicide goal, all that remained was to wait for reincarnation...

"Fixed."

This was the last word Shimazu Yoshihiro heard.

Immediately afterwards, he stopped moving and stopped thinking.

Then, white mist enveloped him, and a divine position was stripped from his body. Losing the power of a god, the image of the ghost god gradually appeared, but it was suppressed by the demonic energy in Ji Xiang's hand, and then subdued.

"The Hisahayanonushi-no-Kami, who is in charge of abundant harvests of the five grains, no wonder you didn't go to the front line to fight. It was really the right choice to attack here in advance. If you had been allowed to escape, wouldn't this logistics have been cut off?"

"And... your ancestors were immigrants."

Ji Xiang looked at Shimazu Yoshihiro, who was fixed in place by the Immobilization Divine Power. The Inner Vision Divine Tablet showed some information about him, which mentioned "his ancestor, the Qin clan," but with a question mark behind it.

Immigrants refer to people who migrated from China and Korea to Japan during the Qin and Han dynasties. Xu Fu's three thousand boys and girls were immigrants. And in the land of Japan, there are a total of one hundred and sixty such immigrant families.

However, oranges are sweet when grown in Huainan, but turn bitter when grown in Huaibei; the Chinese influence barbarians and the barbarians become Chinese, but it doesn't matter where one's ancestors came from after a thousand years. What matters is that he is now Japanese.

Clatter.

The little Celestial Master arrived not far outside the city, staggering and dragging his weak body. He saw the scene of Shimazu Yoshihiro being fixed in place.

"Grand Master Uncle, why don't you kill him?"

The little Celestial Master's face was full of anger. He wanted to skin Shimazu Yoshihiro and display him to the public, but Ji Xiang comforted him: "Why is a monk so angry?"

"Grand Master Uncle! Monks rely on the fire element for cultivation. What kind of monk isn't fiery!"

"Uh... that seems a bit sophistical."

Ji Xiang touched his chin seriously: "But it's not time to kill him yet."

"If I had killed him with one sword, it would have been fine, but since he didn't die, it's good that he's alive."

Shimazu Yoshihiro was the supreme commander of the eastern coast. Hanging him on the city gate tower and shouting would definitely bring a huge mental shock to the Japanese army fighting on the eastern and western fronts.

And after shouting, he could also be taken back to the country, and then, under the questioning of the Jinyiwei and Dongchang, and a series of professional torture personnel, another wave of intelligence could be extracted. After extracting it, he would be executed in the autumn. When the West Market was surrounded, the common people could also come to watch the beheading. They could spend a penny to buy three eggs or a basket of rotten vegetable leaves to throw, which would be another source of income and could also be used as an entertainment activity.

How wonderful!

Little Celestial Master: "......"

"Good! As expected of Grand Master Uncle, this trick is really brilliant!"

The little Celestial Master certainly knew that doing so was the right thing to do, so he didn't object anymore, but...

"Child, why is your face twisted?" Ji Xiang looked at the little Celestial Master curiously.

"Ah? Grand Master Uncle, my face was born like this. I'm not angry at all."

The little Celestial Master twisted his face while responding obediently.

He finally suppressed the hatred in his heart. Among the corpses whose noses were cut off by Shimazu Yoshihiro, there were also fellow Daoists from Longhu Mountain. This revenge could not be taken now. After all, his dear Grand Master Uncle wanted to make waste of use, so it seemed that he could only contract the entire West Market for fifty taels of silver when the Shuntian Prefecture West Market opened after returning to the country.

In order to divert his attention, the little Celestial Master couldn't help but turn his gaze to the surroundings and suddenly became puzzled:

"Grand Master Uncle, that, that monster that looks like a Buddhist Vajra, Baoliu Wang, is he gone?"

Ji Xiang glanced around: "Ah, it seems he escaped."

"It's a bit difficult. I didn't pay attention to it just now. After all, it's just a monster. It wouldn't be good for him to go for reinforcements."

"But it doesn't matter. I just threw a piece of碎金子 on him."

"I took a lot of gold from a wealthy friend (Silver Bottle Niangzi)."

Little Celestial Master: "?"

"Grand Master Uncle, this... are you trying to say that you are very rich... or?"

He wasn't sure what Ji Xiang meant.

Ji Xiang: "Yes, I am very rich."