Chapter 264 Can I Kill a Few?

However, when many Daoists first thought of Wei Yuan, Lin Shouyi hesitated slightly, looking at Zhang Ruosu and saying, "Curator Wei's strength is naturally very strong, but going this time, after all, we're facing the gods of Sakura Island. Even with the talismans that have been tempered, isn't it still a bit risky to face the gods? On Sakura Island, those gods can resonate with heaven and earth, exerting great power."

"This time, it would be best to directly suppress those gods."

Suppressing the other side's arrogance heavily when they are at their most triumphant would have the best effect.

At this moment, he was somewhat worried about Wei Yuan, although the latter's strength could already be considered top-notch.

However, he was also somewhat concerned about whether he could forcefully suppress those gods.

Zhang Ruosu pondered for a moment, stroking his beard and saying:

"This matter… is indeed a problem."

"We can discuss it after Daoist Wei comes to Longhu."

"If it really doesn't work, I can go as well."

………………

In the dream.

Wei Yuan still managed to escape from the pottery jar.

After friendly and enthusiastic consultations, the God of War, Xing Tian, persuaded Zhu Jiuyin, and Wei Yuan was freed. Xing Tian held the pottery jar in one hand and grabbed the back of Wei Yuan's collar with the other, pulling him out of the salt jar like a radish.

Standing next to Xing Tian, Wei Yuan felt that he was still too weak.

Like a kitten that hadn't been weaned.

Xing Tian patted the salt grains off Wei Yuan as if tidying up a figurine, then put him on a chair, casually patting him on the head, pushing the dishes on the table towards Wei Yuan, with a gentle smile on his face.

Like feeding a cat.

Wei Yuan: "………"

Brother Xing Tian, you're making me feel like my dignity is hurt.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He looked at Zhu Jiuyin, carefully considering his words, and said:

"So, you want me to find Xing Tian's head, right?"

"Xing Tian's head isn't in the *Shan Hai Jing* world?"

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: "If it were, it would have been found already."

He was still facing away from Wei Yuan and Xing Tian, gazing into the distance, appearing ancient and remote, possessing the ancient aura of the god who illuminates the nine netherworlds. He said calmly:

"Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi sealed Xing Tian's head, and King Yu is likely to reinforce this seal. For example, leaving Xing Tian's body in the *Shan Hai Jing* world, while the head remains in the human realm, directly using the vast distance between the *Shan Hai Jing* world and the human realm as a seal."

"And Xing Tian is not a god who is skilled in authority, unable to cross such a long distance to bring his head back. I think you should be able to help him. When Xuanyuan Hill and the Yan Emperor's tribe merged, Xing Tian rebelled, but no matter what, he was the God of War of the Yan Emperor's tribe, and now the Shenzhou in the human realm, are they not all descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors?"

"Indeed…"

Wei Yuan nodded.

As a descendant of the Yan and Huang Emperors, it was normal to awaken the old ancestor of the Yan Emperor's tribe.

Moreover, if Xing Tian really regained his combat power, then Gonggong would not be an invincible enemy.

But thinking about it, from the Yellow Emperor to King Yu, the human leaders of Xuanyuan Hill were all overly abundant in martial virtue, passed down through the generations. Wei Yuan had previously thought that the Yellow Emperor was a benevolent and generous king, but now, judging from Xing Tian, that human ancestor was probably a professional in 'head-on iron-headed brute force special attacks.'

His opponents, like Chi You and the demon gods of the Nine Li tribe, were all of this type.

What?

You say the opponent isn't the brute force type?

Then first physically reduce their intelligence, lowering the enemy's IQ to the level of an iron-headed brute.

Then defeat them with abundant experience.

Later, Zhuanxu, on the surface, was a kind and amiable old gentleman, but secretly sharpened his knives and chopped down the Pillar of Heaven, Jianmu, to burn as firewood; Emperor Yao, after retiring, only knew how to freeload everywhere, his daily routine was chopping off the head of Gu and burying the corpse directly in front of his father's door; Emperor Shun directly chased the Four Fiends away in a panic, and was a classic workaholic.

Yu carried his sword and roamed throughout the *Shan Hai Jing*, fighting from the Southern Mountain Classic to the Overseas Northern Classic, and also sealed the Water Monkey and Gonggong.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Thinking about it this way, every ancient human king seemed to be a problem child.

What Five Emperors…

He seemed to see a row of King Yu, from old to young, carrying swords, hands on hips, laughing heartily.

Headache.

Fortunately, he only knew one of them.

After thinking for a while.

However, it seemed, perhaps, that next to King Yu laughing heartily, he himself was also standing there.

Zhu Jiuyin took a sip of tea and said in a calm tone: "Since you have agreed, then the human realm will be left to you. I will also pay attention in the *Shan Hai Jing*, find Xing Tian's head, and then erase the seal on the wound, allowing him to fully recover."

His gaze fell on Wei Yuan, and he said faintly:

"However, you must first go to the far west of the Western Mountain Realm and bring back Qiongqi's *Shan Hai Yu Shu* (Jade Book of Mountains and Seas)."

"Your current strength is somewhat insufficient."

"In the Western Mountain Realm, many ferocious beasts want to eat you to avenge their past grudges. With your current strength, rashly participating, if you're lucky, you can escape with your life. If you're unlucky, you won't even have a life to spare."

Wei Yuan's expression darkened slightly, and he nodded.

He had noticed this matter when the First Emperor entered Kunlun and suppressed Qiongqi.

With his strength, and lacking the commanding power of Wang Jian and his son, he could only confront the generals of the Qiongqi clan one-on-one. If he were to participate in the grievances and past events of the human realm, he could still manage with ease, but once the environment was elevated to the age of gods, then it would be quite insufficient.

The current idea was to obtain the complete Western Mountain Classic Jade Book.

Then, from it, obtain the method left by Qi that could completely stimulate the hidden medicinal properties in his past life's body.

Then use the aura of Zhurong and Gonggong to stimulate the medicinal properties, and use Zhu Jiuyin's gaze to temper himself.

However, this faced a very troublesome problem—

To improve strength, you need to obtain the Western Mountain Classic Jade Book.

Then go and snatch it!

But participating in the snatch requires strength.

Then go and improve your strength!

But improving strength requires the Western Mountain Classic Jade Book—

Then go and snatch the book!

In Wei Yuan's head, it was as if two people were directly slamming the table and arguing passionately. This was almost like some kind of inertia, just like every time during exams, his brain would start playing music, even though he was looking at quadratic functions, his brain would be playing songs like 'The vast horizon is my love,' or directly start singing Guo Degang's crosstalk.

He couldn't wait to tear open his brain on the spot and strangle the little person playing the music.

Xing Tian said: "If you want to improve your strength, I might be able to help…"

Wei Yuan was stunned, and then realized that the person in front of him was the legendary God of War, and a purer God of War than Chi You, who also possessed the title of God of War. A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. Xing Tian had a gentle and refined expression on his face, and explained:

"Your current strength is actually not bad, but your combat experience is not enough."

"Or rather, you are not good at fighting gods, not good at fighting with gods."

"Not good at fighting with gods?"

"Yes."

Xing Tian nodded and said:

"Like me, I don't have any authority, but I am still called the God of War."

"The identity of the God of War can also be obtained."

The method of proving the position of God of War?

Xing Tian said affirmatively: "As long as you defeat all the gods who don't submit, you are the God of War."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Xing Tian got up and explained:

"Therefore, in addition to the strength of the physique, combat also involves moves and methods of using the physique; with the same physique strength, the actual strength can be vastly different, just like loose cotton and steel of the same weight. Cotton doesn't do much damage when it hits someone, but forging steel into knives and swords can be fatal with a single blow. For defense, no matter how thick the loose cotton is wrapped, it is not as good as a piece of armor. Of course, unless the cotton is compressed and condensed to a certain degree, that in itself represents control."

"And what determines whether the effect of your physique is cotton or steel is the method of combat. I can teach you these things."

When Xing Tian still had his head, he was quite refined and gentle, explaining the style of combat and the way moves were executed in detail. Finally, he said: "Condense your aura and power into one, then raise it up, and completely explode them in the shortest amount of time. This is the foundation of my self-created moves."

He raised his arm and slashed heavily forward.

In the dream world, it seemed that the heavens and earth were shaking heavily. It seemed that in the next moment, the entire dream would be completely shattered. The power was extremely terrifying. Wei Yuan crossed his arms to block such momentum, but he still felt waves of majestic aura impacting him, making his cheeks ache.

"…So strong."

He sighed softly.

He began to look forward to how Xing Tian would teach him.

Xing Tian slowly withdrew his palm and looked at him: "Have you learned it?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Xing Tian had a gentle and refined expression, and said quietly: "Have you learned it?"

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, "Is that all you're going to teach?"

Xing Tian said affirmatively: "That's all I'm going to teach."

Wei Yuan fell silent.

Seeing Wei Yuan's appearance, Xing Tian already understood how much Wei Yuan had learned. With a hint of gentle smile, he comforted him, "Little brother Wei Yuan, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Don't worry, as thanks for helping me find my head, I will definitely teach you this move."

"Speaking of which, I'm really not good at teaching others, but speaking of which, I have thought of a teaching method."

"The only person who learned my moves learned it this way."

"Zhu Jiuyin showed me a book that said practice is the test of everything."

"I think it's very interesting."

Then, under Wei Yuan's expectant gaze, Xing Tian put down his axe.

He reached out, holding his neck.

With a force, with a *pop* sound, he took off his head, placed it on the table, and smiled:

"Yu learned my moves this way back then."

Yu?!

Wei Yuan's eyes flashed with the image of King Yu being hammered into the rocks time and time again, unable to be pried out. His face was stiff. Xing Tian's eyes on his chest suddenly opened. He raised his axe, casting large shadows on Wei Yuan's stiff face, and said with a ferocious smile:

"The artistic conception and moves are very simple."

"You'll definitely learn it after being chopped a few thousand times."

Wei Yuan: "??!"

Is that how you thank me?

……………………

When Wei Yuan woke up hazily on the high-speed train.

He had successfully experienced King Yu's feelings back then. Just now, Xing Tian's head and Zhu Jiuyin were drinking tea there, while Wei Yuan was beaten and shaved by Xing Tian's axe and shield, causing Wei Yuan to collapse on the high-speed rail seat after waking up, his face full of hopelessness, a feeling that he was already a useless cat, his eyes dull.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, his phone rang.

Wei Yuan barely got up and glanced at it.

Cat head.

Not Jue.

Then he collapsed again.

He answered the phone listlessly.

"It's me…"

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu heard the fatigue in Wei Yuan's tone on the other side of the phone, and said:

"Daoist Wei, have you heard about the Sakura Island incident?"

"We have discussed it here, and this matter is somewhat dangerous. You have to face those gods. If Daoist Wei feels it is not appropriate, I can go with you. Although the gods in those places are not worth mentioning, they are somewhat troublesome when combined with authority."

"God…"

Before Wei Yuan could speak, Xing Tian's voice came from his ear—

"Agree."

Wei Yuan was stunned.

The refined, approachable, and gentle civil official said in his lucid dream, with a pleasant tone:

"Don't worry, although the time is a bit tight, I will definitely teach you that move within five days."

"And then go there and try it out."

Within five days?

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

How come Xing Tian's gentle voice gives off a stronger sense of oppression than Xing Tian without his head?

And hearing Wei Yuan's silence on the other side of the phone, the old Daoists of the Longhu Mountain five-man team were filled with emotion. After all, it was going to the territory of an entire pantheon to provoke them. It was different from before. Whether the gods could fully exert their authority was almost two different levels in terms of combat power.

Even Curator Wei would feel the pressure, right?

After all, he was still a young man.

At this moment, they heard Wei Yuan's reply:

"I can agree, but there is one question."

There was fatigue in his voice, as if he hadn't slept for five days in a row, even making his voice slightly gentler. The Daoists thought that Wei Yuan also wanted to ask about their backup plans, or the effect of the 'Divine Continent Bestows Golden Seal to the Dwarves.' Lin Shouyi was about to explain that this golden seal was produced by Maoshan and had no problems at all, so there was no need to worry.

Then they heard a polite question in the tired and gentle voice from the phone:

"About the gods over there."

"Can I kill a few?"

Everyone fell silent in an instant.

Then they all looked at Zhang Ruosu next to him.

The old Daoist looked at the Daoists next to him, remained silent for a moment, and nodded affirmatively, saying:

"The flavor in these words is right."

"It's the real deal."