The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

Chapter 16: If a chapter is written, then a prosperous era will begin; if there is no chapter, then

How could Zhang Yulei give him a chance? He flashed forward, caught up with the man, drew his sword, its light as white as snow, and pierced the man's heart with a single strike.

"This sword is for the dead people!"

Zhang Yulei twisted his wrist, drew his longsword, and blood splattered.

The leader of the Japanese outsiders struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at his two companions who had died tragically. He turned to run away, but Zhang Yulei kicked him to the ground.

Zhang Yulei looked down at him, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible: "Speak! How many of you are there? Where are you practicing your evil arts?"

The Japanese stranger clenched his teeth and remained silent.

Zhang Yulei sneered, raising his longsword slightly, the tip pressed against his throat: "Won't talk? I have plenty of ways to make you talk!"

The Japanese superhuman, looking at the bloodshot-eyed youth before him, finally felt fear. He stammered, "I'll talk...I'll talk...There are more than twenty other superhumans of our own, all...all practicing evil magic in the Black Wind Cave west of the town. Our goal is to use the essence of living people to create the strongest shikigami, and then...then conquer the entire Jiangxi province!"

Zhang Yulei's eyes grew even colder: "Black Wind Cave?"

With a forceful twist of his wrist, he slashed the throat of the Japanese assailant with his longsword.

"This sword is for all the compatriots you have harmed!"

Blood gushed out, and the Japanese stranger collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.

Zhang Yulei sheathed his longsword, turned around and walked to the kneeling villagers, waving his hand to cut the ropes binding them.

The villagers immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two Taoist priests, saying, "Thank you so much for saving our lives! Thank you, Taoist priests!"

Zhang Zhiwei helped an elderly man up and said gently, "Old man, there's no need for such formalities. The Japanese scoundrels have been eliminated; you are safe now."

Tears streamed down the old man's face as he choked out, "Master, you've finally come! These beasts have killed so many people in our town! They captured people, drained their blood, and displayed them at the village entrance... We were all just lucky to escape!"

Zhang Yulei clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He looked at the corpses hanging from the trees at the village entrance, a flicker of pain in his eyes. These people, how innocent they were! Yet they had to suffer such a calamity!

"Old man, where is Black Wind Cave?" Zhang Yulei asked in a deep voice.

The old man hurriedly said, "It's deep within Black Wind Mountain in the west of the town. It's shrouded in miasma year-round, a treacherous place, easy to defend and difficult to attack! Daoist, those beasts are incredibly powerful; you mustn't take the risk!"

Zhang Yulei shook his head, a resolute glint in his eyes: "What is there to fear in eliminating a scourge for the people?"

He turned to Zhang Zhiwei: "Senior brother, let's go to Black Wind Cave!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and closed his folding fan: "Good! Today, let these Japanese beasts pay for their blood debt!"

The two bid farewell to the villagers and sped off towards Black Wind Mountain in the west of the town.

Deep within Black Wind Mountain, miasma lingers, and jagged rocks abound. At the entrance to Black Wind Cave stand a dozen or so strange Japanese figures, each wielding a samurai sword and radiating a chilling, malevolent aura. The stone walls at the cave entrance are covered with densely packed runes, emitting an eerie glow.

Inside the cave, it was even more eerie and terrifying.

A dozen villagers were bound to stone pillars, their faces pale and their breaths weak. Several Japanese assailants were surrounding a huge pool of blood, chanting incantations. The pool was filled with countless corpses, the blood churning and emitting a nauseating stench. In the center of the pool floated a giant black pupa, its surface covered in blood vessels, with something wriggling within.

"Almost there! We're about to succeed!" a Japanese supernatural being exclaimed excitedly. "Once the shikigami emerges from its cocoon, we'll be able to rule the entire Jiangxi province!"

"Hahaha! Then we'll be heroes of the Great Japanese Empire!"

Just then, a loud noise came from the cave entrance.

"Boom!"

The stone wall at the cave entrance collapsed instantly, scattering rubble everywhere.

Two figures slowly emerged from the rubble.

It was Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Yulei.

"Who goes there?!"

The Japanese outsiders were immediately shocked and turned around to look at the two.

Zhang Yulei's gaze swept over the blood pool inside the cave, and over the villagers tied to the stone pillars. The killing intent in his eyes erupted like a volcano.

"Disciples of Longhu Mountain, we've come to take your dog lives!"

With a roar, Zhang Yulei charged into the crowd like lightning. Protected by a golden light spell, his lightning magic surged, and his longsword flashed, each strike carrying a deadly intent.

"Thunder shakes the heavens!"

A roar erupted, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared. A thick bolt of golden lightning descended from the sky and struck the pool of blood.

"Boom!"

The blood pool instantly boiled, and countless drops of blood splattered out. The enormous black pupa shattered instantly under the bombardment of lightning; the creature inside, before it could even emerge, had already turned to ashes.

"No--!"

The Japanese monsters let out a desperate roar and rushed towards Zhang Yulei.

Zhang Zhiwei also moved, his blue robe fluttering as he gently waved his folding fan. His movements were elegant and composed, yet they carried a chillingly deadly force. With each wave of his fan, a Japanese assailant fell.

Inside the cave, screams echoed, and blood stained the ground.

Zhang Yulei was possessed by a god of death; his eyes were filled only with carnage. He thought of the brutalized civilians, the corpses hanging at the village entrance, and the despair in the villagers' eyes. A surge of malevolent energy erupted from the depths of his dantian, merging with his lightning magic and making his power even greater.

He cleaved the head of a Japanese superhuman with a single sword stroke, then kicked another superhuman away. His body was covered in blood, his dark outfit stained dark red, which only added to his ferocious aura.

After an unknown amount of time, the cave finally returned to calm.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese monsters, their blood staining the entire cave. The blood pool had dried up, and the runes on the stone walls had faded and lost their luster.

Zhang Yulei, leaning on his longsword, stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his chest heaving violently, the crimson in his eyes gradually fading.

Zhang Zhiwei walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "It's all over."

Zhang Yulei nodded, turned around and walked to the villagers who were tied to the stone pillars, and cut the ropes binding them.

The villagers were saved, and they wept uncontrollably, kowtowing to the two men in gratitude.

Looking at them, Zhang Yulei's murderous intent gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

It turns out that the feeling of protecting all living beings is so wonderful.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the cave. The miasma had dissipated, and sunlight shone through the clouds onto him.

He remembered his master's words: "In times of chaos, descend the mountain to help the people; in times of prosperity, retreat to the mountains and forests."

If we return, then a prosperous era will arrive; if we do not return, then we will not return.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

He chose the right path.

Looking at his smile, Zhang Zhiwei felt a surge of satisfaction. He knew that after this experience, Zhang Yulei had matured a bit more.

The two bid farewell to the villagers and turned to walk out of the cave.

The sunlight shone on them, casting long, long shadows.

Behind them lay a desolate cave, littered with the corpses of Japanese inhumans.

Ahead of them lay the smoke-filled landscape of Jiangxi, and the people who needed their protection.

Even in chaotic times, their steps will not stop.

Slaying demons and protecting all living beings—this is their mission and their way.

At the summit of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Qingjing gazed at the distant sky and nodded gently.

His two disciples have grown up.

The future world of supernatural beings, the future of the world, will ultimately belong to them.