Forty li east of Yunjing City lies Fenglin Town.
There is a tavern.
"Indeed, indeed, after eating grass for several months, today I can finally enjoy a al fit for a human.""
A burly man with a long face sat on a stool, delicately sipped his wine, and then ate a fennel seed, his face showing an expression of utmost enjoynt.
Although in these tis, for ordinary families to have a bowl of muddy wine and a dish of fennel seeds is already a very luxurious enjoynt.
Yet to be intoxicated to this extent was still quite rare.
Unlike his leisurely manner, the aged tavern owner glanced several tis at the yellow dusk outside and the street that was already empty.
Finally, he couldn’t resist coming over to the long-faced man, smiling apologetically, and said,
"Sir, it’s getting dark. You should leave soon, as we need to close up."
"It’s said that Liu Yidao has made his way to our Fenglin Town.
Anyone carrying a weapon who dares to roam around alone at night might face unthinkable events!"
The long-faced man did not make it difficult for him. After finishing his last sip of wine and eating his last fennel seed, he tossed a few copper coins and swaggered out of the tavern.
Bang!
The mont he stepped out, the door behind him slamd shut, then "ding ling bang clang," the locking of the door bolt followed swiftly.
Hearing this noise, he didn’t seem to mind.
Under the gaze of eyes peering through the crack of the door, he swaggered along the town’s main road, which had now completely darkened, heading towards the outskirts of the town.
Along the way, every household had locked their doors and turned off their lights, just like the tavern owner, no one dared to run around at night.
Their behavior was actually normal.
Because recently, this area has been... haunted by a ghost!
And this Liu Yidao was no ordinary ghost.
Even the bravest and most fear-despising warriors would change color at its ntion and could not help but tremble with fear.
Apart from a few who had unusual pursuits in life, those who had been afflicted by it were in as much despair as if they were dead, with no hope for the future.
"Hm?"
This single fearless long-faced man was actually quite lucky.
Before he had even left Fenglin Town, his path was blocked by a burly yet pale-faced beardless figure.
Expressionless, the figure took a step towards him, blinked, and like a ghost shrinking the ground, it moved behind the long-faced man.
At the sa ti, a flash of bright knife light glead beneath his crotch.
Blood spurted out.
Fast!
The cut was so fast that the long-faced man didn’t even have ti to react before he was easily victimized.
Blood flowed profusely from beneath his groin.
This was the reason all n feared Liu Yidao like a tiger.
Liu Yidao was once a craftsman responsible for castrating eunuchs in the palace, commonly referred to by the masses as a "knife craftsman."
This profession was considered a high-level technical trade, mostly passing skills from father to son, rarely accepting apprentices, and doing well enough to make a fortune.
Because castration greatly tested the knife craftsman’s technique.
Cutting too deep affected postoperative life, and if cutting too shallow did not et the palace’s requirents, it might even have to be done over, accidentally causing loss of life.
Thus, those highly skilled knife craftsn naturally earned a substantial inco.
And Liu Yidao was the best among these civilian knife craftsn, fast and proficient.
Even though he charged at least ten taels of silver each ti, he would not cut without a supply of pigs’ heads, chicken, duck, and fish.
People seeking his service never stopped coming.
Because of this, he was secretly envied by many peers. One night, they took him by surprise while he was drunk, ganged up on him with extre brutality... and castrated him!
Liu Yidao’s endless resentnt and obsession soon attracted the "Qi Roots" of the Killing Tree deeply embedded in the world.
In no ti, he was infected by knowledge and beca a feared nut-cracking maniac — Deceit Monster "Knife Craftsman"!
At that mont.
Having taken the extre blow from the knife craftsman, the long-faced burly man, no, the White Deer Spirit "easy to raise," smiled nonchalantly at it.
He firmly took a T-step stance, waving his hand to beckon it to continue coming at him.
Being a "Deceit" that killed instinctively without conscious thought, Liu Yidao sensed the resurrecting object and swung his sharp knife, flashing again.
Slash—!
"Easy to raise" felt a chill beneath him again.
"Again!"
In his early years earning a living by selling deer tendons, "easy to raise" was a ruthless deer that did not hesitate to cut himself; how could such a small scene scare it?
At the sa ti.
A group of officers dressed in Imperial Dragon Guard Qiu Tiger Official Robes rushed from several pitch-black houses on the edge of the town.
Swinging their swords enhanced by Daoist Skill, they fiercely struck down on Liu Yidao.
The archives of the Imperial Dragon recorded:
[Taboo: Activities restricted to the Yan Zhao region, all lone n travelling at night beco the target of Liu Yidao.
n venturing out alone must protect themselves!
Because in the entire mortal world, his skill approached a supre Daoist realm, warped into a powerful absoluteness.
Even a high person in the Divine Transformation Realm could not escape from his fatal strike when facing Liu Yidao.
The only weakness is the "Craftsmanship Spirit": Capturing one person, he would not stop until he completely severed them.
He would absolutely not attack another person until he had completely severed his current target.
After killing him, he could be put to rest for ten years.]
Seizing the unendingly severable "easy to rear," he attracted all enmity.
The Imperial Dragon Officers surged forward, hacking Liu Yidao into minceat, then dropped a [Thunderclap Fire Talisman] on him, burning him to ashes.
There was no need to worry about his resurgence for ten years.
As for... those steaming deer sinews that fell to the ground,
Seeing one after another recently overworked Imperial Dragon Guard Captain, hollow-eyed and desiccated, "easy to rear" waved a big hand:
"Help yourselves, all of you, take them to brew so soup and nourish your bodies."
This imdiately brought a wave of praise:
"Worthy of being a spiritual beast under the seat of an [Immortal Official of the Nine Soldiers], Brother Lu is really generous!"
"I’ll host a drink for Brother Lu another day to properly enjoy a good drink."
"..."
Tens of miles away in another small county town.
A [Weird Executioner] holding a Ghost Head Blade, had his body’s Nightmare Suppressing Power shattered by talismans, and was blown into pieces by an iron cannon explosion.
The dark and fat Black Pig Spirit "Foodie" lay on the ground, gasping heavily.
The countless wounds on his body healed rapidly, even a neck wound that had nearly decapitated him healed instantly.
"Brother Zhu has worked hard, worked very hard."
A few Imperial Dragon Officers hurriedly stepped forward, helping him up clumsily.
So provided salt water, so took charge of massaging, so offered the spare pork jerky they scrimped and saved from their usual als... all incredibly attentive.
This Executioner was truly fierce.
In life, he was a man of the Yin Gate, adhering to highly complex [Dharma Prohibition Precepts].
For example: He had to decapitate during the third quarter of noon on a sunny day; throughout his life, he would use one blade to sever at most ninety-nine heads; he would not sharpen his own blade; he kept no wealth...
Driven by greed and violating the precepts, he ultimately transford into a highly fierce [Weird entity].
Had it not been for the thick-skinned "Foodie" assisting, this expedition by the Imperial Dragon Officers would have cost them seven or eight lives.
It was fortunate that Old Master Wang was far-sighted in inviting Xin Xiaowei to form the team, incidentally including "Foodie" and "easy to rear."
Bearing [Limb Regeneration], they were not only excellent reserve food, but also extraordinary as shields!
Perfect for dealing with city-specific [Weird entities] like [Sword Master] and [Executioner].
Moreover, they also received rewards, all of which went to their master Xin Xiaowei, eventually transforming into supplies sent to the [Beggar Camp].
Of course, these two weird entities were just the tip of the iceberg in the chaotic situation near Yunjing City.
As Monk Wu Hua said, blossoming overnight from all sides.
"The Path of Six Desires in the Dusty World" utilized its omnipresent lower class forces to spread the "Six Desires Muddling Heart Curse,"
Attracting countless demons and monsters like sharks slling blood.
In just a few days, the variety of weird entities in the vicinity multiplied, eventually reaching an uncontrollable state.
This prompted those with connections and extra wealth to migrate en masse to Yunjing City, hoping to use its "Dragon Qi Prohibition" to save their families.
Only the poor continued to suffer.
A stroke of luck amid the misfortune.
Although the core of the dynasty had been overtaken by the No-Life Dao, the Imperial Dragon still operated staunchly.
During the great upheaval on the second day of the second month when the dragon raised its head in Yunjing City, Great Captain Wei Haoran, who controlled the Duwei Mansion, led the Imperial Dragon forces out of the capital imdiately.
Most crucially, they took with them all docunts and files recording the identities of the Imperial Dragon Officers,
Directly avoiding a disaster that might have led to bloodshed due to the vengeful reprisals of the No-Life Dao!
Following this, under the leadership of Military Leaders like the Great Captain, Yin God Realm Minister Talismanic Treasure, and True Qi Realm General Wu Yi, the Imperial Dragons scattered across various locations remained loyal to their duties.
Their casualties inevitably skyrocketed.
As for those beyond the Yellow Seal realm, renowned across a province, the weird entities and deceitful immortals were not sothing they could handle.
For instance...
Wang Yuan, Xin Xiaowei, and Monk Wu Hua, acting as the firefighting team, stepped into a temple located in the mountains.
Once, this temple was bustling with burning incense and resplendent with gold, but now it was fallen into ruin, the ground stained with blood, devoid of any living person.
Only in the Buddhist Hall that worshiped Buddha was there so dim light.
Faint, mysterious texts seemingly continued intermittently from within.
If one listened carefully, they would realize these were not scriptures at all, but:
"Kneeling before Buddha for three thousand years, yet to see Buddha’s heart soften. Is it the dust obscuring Buddha’s sight, or simply because no incense money was offered..."
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