"Do you want to beco the strongest Shikigami?" Wu Tian asked with a faint smile. He was fully capable of transforming these Shikigami, which would result in a qualitative leap in their power.
The three great Shikigami—Shuten Doji, Tamamo no Mae, and Great Tengu—were stunned. After snapping out of their daze, they were overco with a mix of surprise and joy, but still asked doubtfully, "My lord, can this… really be achieved?"
The mont the legends of Shuten Doji, Tamamo no Mae, and Great Tengu began was the mont they themselves were created. Initially, they were nothing more than formless beliefs. But with the advent of Abe no Seii, the Onmyoji system flourished, and they gradually ca into being.
"I can." Wu Tian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking like a deity on earth, his eyes glittering. "Those who follow
shall prosper. That is not an empty promise."
"We are willing to lay down our lives in your service, my lord!" the three great Shikigami imdiately exclaid, bowing to Wu Tian.
Wu Tian nodded slightly, his tone turning abruptly cold. "I need you to do sothing for
right now…"
「Yang City」
A trading company that specialized in selling Fusang goods to the people of Dragon Country was holding a sale, attracting a large crowd. The company was run by people from Dragon Country, but no one knew that its true owner was a Fusang. His grandfather was a Fusang, and his grandmother was a woman from Dragon Country whom his grandfather had raped.
This company had always worked for Fusang in secret. Backed by Fusang support when Dragon Country was first founded, it had prospered far earlier than other enterprises run by the people of Dragon Country. To avoid drawing attention, it maintained a low profile, earning no less than the Four Great Families—the Qins, Wangs, Lins, and Nalans—but lacking their renown.
The company building appeared to be ten stories high, a place where many ca to place orders. In reality, it concealed three secret underground floors unknown to the public. Down here stood rows of Fusang samurai, shipped over like cargo since they were children to be hidden away, biding their ti. They spent their days in the basent practicing the Martial Path of Fusang. The ti for their true mission had not yet arrived, so for now, their purpose was to manufacture "accidents," issue threats, and intimidate anyone who dared compete with the company. Over the years, they had never failed, and no one ever suspected that Fusangs were behind the incidents.
When not on a mission, they simply stayed here to practice their cultivation. They had beco like objects, stripped of all personal preferences. Their only breaks were to eat a cheap 15-yuan takeout al at eight in the morning, noon, six in the evening, and midnight.
Today, the company's boss, Yuchi Zhiqiang, was also present. His real na was Inoue Zhiqiang.
Why not a na like Lin Zhiqiang or Wang Zhiqiang? Because he found single-character surnas to be stupid, ugly, and utterly repulsive. He believed that two-character surnas were noble, not vulgar. Surnas like Murong, Nangong, Dongfang, Xin… now those were handso and pleasing to the ear!
He felt a surge of pleasure every day as he watched these Fusang samurai train.
In the future, when Fusang launches its economic war, he would rely on these n to seize control of Yang City's economy. Then, he would beco the true King of Yang City!
Inoue Zhiqiang couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"That's an ugly smile."
"He probably thinks he looks so charming."
"When he smiles, he reveals the standard lecherous grin of a Fusang. It's actually terrifying. An outsider might even think he harbored homosexual desires for the samurai before him."
The three great Shikigami arrived without concealing their presence. Inoue Zhiqiang and the other Fusang samurai were startled. The samurai instantly ford a defensive periter, shielding Inoue Zhiqiang in the center.
The three great Shikigami wasted no words and attacked at once. With a single smash of Shuten Doji's wine gourd, a samurai fell dead. The figure of Tamamo no Mae moved like a phantom, weaving through the Fusang Martial Artists and casually taking a life every now and then. As for Great Tengu, he was brutally direct, punching straight through his opponents' chests. Cruel and decisive—that was his way.
In the blink of an eye, out of several hundred Fusang samurai, ninety-four had perished.
"You're Shikigami? How dare you betray the great Great Fusang Empire?" Inoue Zhiqiang roared, finally realizing what was happening. In their hearts, the Great Fusang Empire was everything, and betraying it was the most grievous of sins.
"Those who betray the supre Great Fusang Empire shall be killed without rcy!"
"Those who betray the supre Great Fusang Empire shall be killed without rcy!"
"Those who betray the supre Great Fusang Empire shall be killed without rcy!"
The remaining Fusang samurai reacted as if their own parents had been murdered or their wives stolen—such was their sense of betrayal. With ferocious expressions, they charged at the three great Shikigami.
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
Their katanas sliced through the air, all aid at the three great Shikigami.
Shuten Doji, Tamamo no Mae, and Great Tengu exchanged mocking glances and sneered.
No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants. No matter how furious they beco, they remain ants!
The three great Shikigami struck at the sa ti.
Instantly, the Fusang samurai fell one by one, collapsing to the ground in unwilling defeat, never to rise again. Blood flowed out, forming small rivers on the floor.
"You three great Shikigami! Why would you betray the magnificent Great Fusang Empire? The Great Fusang Empire is great, rciful, and noble, but it will not tolerate a cri like this!" Inoue Zhiqiang bellowed.
The three great Shikigami, however, rely sneered in disdain.
"How has Fusang ever treated us well?"
"We Shikigami were created, yet we were branded as monsters."
"In the hands of the Onmyoji, we are re slaves. We are summoned when needed, but when we are not, we are reduced to paper slips stuffed in a pocket. How could you possibly understand that loneliness?"
The three great Shikigami were furious. But they saw a different possibility in Wu Tian. His gaze was disdainful, yes, but he didn't see them as paper slips. He saw them as living beings. As subordinates. At least that was a living existence.
The three great Shikigami struck again in a dazzling flurry of motion. These Fusang samurai were more than capable of handling ordinary people. They had successfully kidnapped, threatened, and murdered on many occasions. But against Shikigami, their only path was death.
Scream after agonizing scream echoed through the basent.
Finally, only Inoue Zhiqiang was left.
The three great Shikigami advanced on Inoue Zhiqiang. He panicked and scrambled to his knees, all the arrogance he'd shown monts before completely gone. Inoue Zhiqiang was terrified of death. The three great Shikigami looked at him with disdain. Not a single one of the samurai they had just killed had begged for their life, and his begging was useless. The three great Shikigami struck. "AH!" With a final scream, Inoue Zhiqiang was dead.
The three great Shikigami departed. They had other places to be.
Atop a high tower in Yang City stood the solitary figure of Wu Tian.
"No influence from Fusang will be allowed to fester in the Land of the South."
"When you discover that all the forces you've planted here have been wiped out, that sixty or seventy years of effort have been destroyed overnight… I wonder if you'll die from the sheer rage?"
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