Chapter 533: God Arrives in Da Feng, Saber Demon

Chapter 533: The God of Dafeng Arrives, the Blade Demon

“The rumors from Dingbo Prefecture are actually true!”

Li Wan stared at that towering figure, her breath quickening.

Days earlier, she had learned of the Judgment God’s revival, but she had merely taken it as an interesting anecdote.

After all, at her age, the Judgment God was truly a legend from ancient tales.

But now, that hundred-meter-tall fearsome giant had appeared, divine voice resounding.

She believed.

More importantly, this Judgment God seemed to be the young gentleman who had traveled with her in the carriage earlier.

Thinking of this, her mind grew dazed.

When she came to her senses, the blood-red before her had vanished, and in the sky there was only a setting sun.

That carriage had also disappeared.

In the corner of her eye, there was only a stretch of desert and a setting sun.

The setting sun was infinitely beautiful.

“Uncle Li, let’s go. We’ll help the Judgment God finish up and send these people home!” Li Wan made a decision in her heart.

Uncle Li was startled, lowered his head and thought for a dozen breaths, then finally nodded heavily.

“Alright!”

...

Dafeng.

The Blood Demon Pool.

Blood was like pool water, chains stirring up ripples, roars and cries of rage unceasing, as if a terrifying monster.

For ten li around, aside from servants, almost no one came.

Just then, two slender figures descended.

A man with white hair and white brows, his expression carrying an air of natural Dao.

The other was a woman in a fiery red dress with a slit so high it reached her thigh, as if one could glimpse the scenery if they looked from the right angle.

But no one dared to look, for she was one of the top three experts of Dafeng, a Divine Weapon Master.

The fiery woman gazed at the mad figure in the blood pool, her expression emotional: “With just one sword strike, the Blade Demon has been mad for a century. I wonder how powerful that Judgment God of a hundred years ago truly was.”

Upon hearing this, the white-browed man showed wariness in his eyes: “At His peak, even if all our Dafeng Divine Weapon Masters united, we would not be His match.

He had already condensed his own domain and walked his own path.”

Saying this, his expression turned expectant and yearning.

Divine Weapon Masters have seven steps of Heaven-Treading.

Only by condensing a divine domain can one step into the fourth step of Heaven-Treading and enter another realm.

But in the two thousand years since Dafeng’s founding, no one had ever stepped into the fourth step.

And that Divine Descent back then, though merely a divine artifact, was very close to the fourth step.

“Back then, the Blade Demon allied with other Divine Weapon Masters to besiege Divine Descent, and He was pierced in the arm by a sword.

Though the Blade Demon decisively cut off that arm, Divine Descent’s power still pierced his heart meridian, constantly gnawing at him.” The white-browed man spoke.

With just one sword strike, the Blade Demon, who once shook Dafeng as the foremost blade expert, had fallen to this state, becoming a madman.

Thus, Dafeng built the Blood Pool to imprison the Blade Demon here.

The Blade Demon did not eat ordinary food; day and night he drank the blood of the pool.

“Is the one in Xianle Prefecture… Him?” the fiery woman asked.

The white-browed man was silent for a dozen breaths, then slowly said: “I don’t know, but… it should have divine-level combat power.”

In truth, judging whether the other was the former Judgment God was simple—they only needed those Divine Weapon Masters who had once seen Divine Descent to go and sneak a glance to know.

However, Dafeng’s Divine Weapon Masters dared not go, nor did those of Raksha Kingdom.

“If the Blade Demon goes, it should be enough to probe his depths.” A sinister smile flashed in the fiery woman’s eyes.

A magical artifact appeared in her hand.

It was an eye mask as thin as a cicada’s wing, a peak Heaven-grade artifact, only a step away from a Divine-grade artifact.

This artifact’s greatest function was to beguile the divine.

With this, the fiery woman could briefly beguile a Divine Weapon Master.

And for a Divine Weapon Master like the Blade Demon, who was mad from injury and lacked sanity, the fiery woman could easily manipulate him.

“Blade Demon, I’ve come to see you.”

Putting on the eye mask, a seductive gleam shone in the woman’s eyes.

In the blood pool, the one-armed man bound by arm-thick chains wore a ferocious expression, roaring incessantly.

“Who… are you!”

“All of you, die!”

He struggled constantly, the blood in the pool churning, the Blade Demon like a man of blood.

“I am… your closest friend and kin.” The woman’s voice was seductive.

The Blade Demon seemed affected by the artifact and grew slightly calmer.

“Do you want revenge?” the woman asked.

“Revenge?” Light surged in the Blade Demon’s eyes, then as if recalling something, his face filled with terror: “No! No! No!”

Clearly, that battle had left a deep shadow in his heart.

Chains clattered, blood splattered.

“Don’t be afraid. Divine Descent is dead. What you face is one of his juniors,” the woman said temptingly.

“A junior?” The Blade Demon finally calmed down.

“Yes. He is now within Raksha Kingdom’s borders.

Raksha’s Divine Weapon Masters will not restrict your entry!”

“Good.”

...

“Hey, Brother Cleaver, I heard that just as you arrived at Dingbo Prefecture, that Judgment God of Raksha returned. You two aren’t connected, are you?”

In the Divine Wood Token, a staff member from Thornblood sent a message.

Ji Wuyun quickly put on a nervous expression like a rabbit.

“Yes, I am Divine Descent. And I happen to be short of some followers. You two, would you like to believe in me?” Qi Yuan made no attempt to hide it.

To play the role of Shen Lin, he had spared no effort.

Now even gods had to send mass messages to recruit followers.

Comparable to Qin Shi Huang v50.

"The God of Judgment is a divine artifact, without self-awareness—how could it be here speaking with us?" Ji Wuyun quickly retorted.

She naturally refused to believe that a person could be a divine artifact.

"I'm a kitchen knife chatting with you all—why can't a divine artifact chat?" Qi Yuan said in surprise.

Ji Wuyun couldn't be bothered to argue further.

At that moment, the Thornblood staff member continued.

"Brother Cleaver, I'll give you a piece of news for free, but remember you owe me a favor."

"What news?"

Freeloading was one of the few "loads" Qi Yuan enjoyed.

"The Blade Demon set out from Dafeng, heading to Xianle Prefecture, to find the God of Judgment and do battle with it."

"How is that possible? The Blade Demon has long been mad. If the God of Judgment truly awakens, how would he dare seek it out?

Besides, how could the Raksha Kingdom allow an enemy nation's divine-level Weapon Master to enter?"

"Naturally, to deal with Shen Lin."

"But the Blade Demon is raving mad—what if his beastly nature erupts and he slaughters the innocent? How many commoners in Raksha would die unjustly?" Ji Wuyun fumed.

"Better the commoners die than we ourselves." The Thornblood staff member's words dripped with sarcasm.

Ji Wuyun fell silent.

After a long while, she asked.

"How do you know so much?"

"Naturally... because Dafeng also has Thornblood members—friendly tip, one is a divine-level Weapon Master."

Divine-level Weapon Master?

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Help me pass a message to that divine-level Weapon Master: train harder, or else... you can't even beat a malnourished child." Qi Yuan said.

Ji Wuyun said nothing more. This cleaver was the real Blade Demon, raving mad.

"Brother Cleaver, I'm getting more and more curious about your identity." The Thornblood staff member was intrigued.

In the *Green Mountain Chronicle*, the destruction of Shen Lin was recorded.

Later, according to the timeline, the fragments of Shen Lin did awaken during this period, but they caused no great upheaval.

In the end, the fragments of Shen Lin flashed briefly and fell into the Divine Wood Abyss, its place of birth.

"Another friendly tip: beware of that old emperor of Raksha, Diwu Bufan... Over the years, he has received gifts from beyond the heavens, and his strength has reached an utterly terrifying level."

"Gifts from beyond the heavens?" Qi Yuan mused. "Thanks for the info. When I reach the Divine Wood Abyss, I'll treat you to some buns."

On the official road, the carriage continued its journey.

This road neared Xianlong County, and merchant caravans had grown numerous, making Qi Yuan's carriage less conspicuous.

"It seems the death of Shen Lin... runs deep."

Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

The gap between divine-level Weapon Masters was vast.

By Qi Yuan's judgment, given Shen Lin's strength, it would have been hard for him to be beaten to death by a mob at the Battle of Falling Phoenix Slope.

"So, could there be a third party involved?"

Qi Yuan then looked up at the sky.

To play Shen Lin well, he naturally had to understand the cause of Shen Lin's death.

"No matter—as long as I'm strong enough, I'll cut my way through. The more I kill, the clearer the truth; the more I fight, the closer the reality."

Qi Yuan was unconcerned.

During this time, performing before others, the progress of his Shen Lin role had grown extremely fast.

And through Shen Lin, he had continuously slain specters and some evildoers along the way, gaining much experience.

His level kept rising.

But the greatest boost was the gift when his Shen Lin role reached 50%.

[Divine Descent].

As the name implied, when using this gift, Qi Yuan would gain ninety percent of Shen Lin's power, but only for a hundred breaths.

It could be used only once a day.

For Qi Yuan, this was very useful.

His level was still 145—though the Heavenly Unity of a heavenly-level Weapon Master was useless to him, heavenly was still heavenly; his overall physical quality was far inferior to a divine-level Weapon Master.

But with [Divine Descent], everything changed.

And... most importantly, he could also fuse with Xiao Jia, using Yu Zi Tong Pao, which could directly raise his level by six.

In that case, his level would rise further.

Perhaps, maybe... he could unleash power beyond the Three Steps to Heaven.

"Old man, slow down a bit." At that moment, Qi Yuan spoke.

He wanted to wait for the Blade Demon to arrive.

This divine-level Weapon Master was the true white moonlight, traveling a thousand miles from Dafeng to deliver his head.

Love was a two-way street—if he didn't wait, how would the Blade Demon come?

Chen Kangbao quickly nodded: "Got it."

Three days later.

On the official road, an old woman's expression was grave, her gaze fixed ahead.

"The Blade Demon—Dafeng actually let him in, and Raksha didn't stop him!"

The old woman was the vice-chairman of the Judgment Council, once the brothel woman who had slain the third prince with her sword, or the Washing-Silk Woman.

But now, she could only be called the Washing-Silk Old Woman.

"A court like this will fall one day!" Beside her, an earthly-level Weapon Master of the Judgment Council spoke.

The Washing-Silk Old Woman watched the Blade Demon's back ahead, her eyes complex and wary.

Ever since learning of Shen Lin's news, she had rushed nonstop to Dingbo Prefecture, then to Xianle Prefecture.

Pity—even as Shen Lin's most loyal believer, she could not recognize the Shen Lin of today.

In the end, she had no choice but to take the low road and follow the Blade Demon.

The Blade Demon, due to his madness, was led by a death warrior forcibly elevated to the Heavenly rank, so his speed was not particularly fast.

"I wonder how Shen Lin's revival is progressing now... whether he can match the Blade Demon!" the Old Washerwoman said, her face full of worry.

Three years ago, she had encountered a strange person.

That strange person had prophesied to her, mentioning that three years later, which was now, Shen Lin would revive.

But this revival would be nothing more than a fleeting bloom.

Toward fate, the Old Washerwoman felt helpless, yet she was unwilling to follow the original course.

She did not wish for this to be Shen Lin's final battle.

She hoped Shen Lin could truly and fully revive.

But that was merely a hope.

Back when Shen Lin was destroyed, not even a fragment remained.

The imperial family had mobilized the entire nation's strength to erase all traces of Shen Lin's existence.

Now, even if Shen Lin revived, he would be like a candle flickering in the wind, able to illuminate a single room—how could he light up an entire nation?

A single Blade Demon—Shen Lin would likely find it hard to deal with.

"No matter what, this time I will never tolerate Shen Lin dying before my eyes!" the Old Washerwoman's aged voice was resolute.

Back when Shen Lin fell, she began to cultivate and became a Weapon Master.

Her talent was great, and now she was a Heavenly-rank Weapon Master.

Facing the Blade Demon, she was naturally no match for even a single blow, but... perhaps she could buy Shen Lin a fleeting moment of time and opportunity.

But just then, her expression suddenly changed.

"No good, the Blade Demon has sped up—could it be... Shen Lin!"

Her heart tightened, and without any hesitation, she hastened her speed, flying toward the Blade Demon's location.

As a Heavenly-rank Weapon Master, her speed approached that of sound, yet the distance to the Blade Demon kept growing.

"No good, the Blade Demon has drawn his blade!"

The Old Washerwoman's mind jolted with alarm.

Under a half-moon, a terrifying, ferocious one-armed man radiating a dreadful aura swung his blade with all his might.

The killing intent contained in that blade was enough to shock and move everyone.

That blade was enough to shatter a mountain.

"No good, Shen Lin hasn't fully revived yet—how can he withstand such a terrifying blade..."

Suddenly, the Old Washerwoman's eyes widened.

Under the cold, clear moonlight, in an instant, a flash of light streaked by.

That flash of light was a blood-red gleam, a sword's radiance!

The Blade Demon, originally so fearsome and savage, had his head severed from his body.

Even more, before the enemy could even see it, merely glimpsing a sword's light, the Blade Demon... was already dismembered.

"How could Shen Lin... slay the Blade Demon with a single sword!" The Old Washerwoman's thoughts shifted swiftly.

A moment ago, she was wondering how Shen Lin could resist, and instantly it became a single sword strike killing the Blade Demon.

All this had happened too fast; now, her heart was still filled with shock.

She naturally did not know that she was not the only one stunned at this moment.

At this very instant, how many eyes were fixed on the Blade Demon?

And all of them were dazzled and awed by that single sword stroke.

Even if the Blade Demon was mad, he was still a Divine-rank Weapon Master.

Killed with one sword!

Shen Lin was stronger than before... even more so!

On the other side, Qi Yuan felt the vast influx of experience, his expression calm.

Using Divine Descent, combined with Sharing the Same Robe, this sword of his had even surpassed Shen Lin at his peak.

Instantly killing the Blade Demon was naturally no challenge.

Beside him, Chen Kangbao's body trembled, the shaking especially violent: "Young master, you... are invincible!"

Even Chen Kangbao was utterly astounded by what he had just witnessed.

Though mad, he was neither foolish nor stupid.

Qi Yuan shot him a disdainful glance: "Stop shaking. You're trembling so lewdly, anyone would think you've got something stuffed down your pants."

"Ah, young master, how did you know I have a steamed bun tucked in my pants?"

(The chapter ends)