The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

Chapter 15 Descending the Mountain Amidst Chaos

Before the morning mist had even dissipated from Longhu Mountain, the bells of Chengyun Hall had already resounded throughout the mountains.

The deep, resonant sound of the bell, carrying a power that pierced the clouds, awakened the ancient pines on the mountaintop and scattered the drifting clouds at the edge of the cliff. Zhang Yulei and Zhang Zhiwei stood side by side on the bluestone platform outside the hall, their black martial attire fluttering in the mountain wind, the cold glint of the swords at their waists reflecting the resolute determination in their eyes.

Behind him, Zhang Qingjing stood with his hands behind his back, his white-haired and beard making him appear exceptionally tall in the morning mist. He gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds below the mountain, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if they could pierce through the smoke of battle a thousand miles away.

"Chaos is imminent, and war is raging everywhere. The flames of war in the mortal world have already reached the doorstep of the supernatural realm." Zhang Qingjing's voice was low and tinged with a hint of vicissitude. "Within Jiangxi Province, Japanese pirates roam freely, causing widespread displacement of the people. Furthermore, Japanese supernatural beings have infiltrated, using the essence of living people to cultivate evil arts, feeding them to shikigami, and harming my compatriots. Such atrocities are abhorrent to both heaven and man!"

He turned around, his gaze falling on Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Yulei, his eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity: "My Longhu Mountain sect has stood for a thousand years, always taking the protection of all living beings as its mission. Today, I command you two to descend the mountain, slay demons and monsters, eliminate the Japanese invaders, and protect the people of Jiangxi! Remember, in times of chaos, descend the mountain to help the people; in times of prosperity, retreat to the mountains and forests. This journey is not for fame or fortune, but for a clear conscience!"

Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Yulei bowed simultaneously, their voices firm and resonant: "Disciples obey!"

Zhang Qingjing nodded and took out two tokens carved from boxwood from his robes. The tokens bore the three large characters "Longhu Mountain," and the reverse side featured a rune for suppressing evil spirits. He handed the tokens to the two men: "These are the Longhu Mountain's Evil-Suppressing Tokens. With these tokens, you can mobilize all the outer disciples of Longhu Mountain within Jiangxi Province, as well as allied supernatural forces. Remember, the evil arts of the Japanese supernatural beings are unpredictable, and their shikigami are extremely ferocious. Do not underestimate them."

"Your disciple will remember your teachings, Master!"

Zhang Yulei took the token, its coolness slightly touching his skin. He looked down at the runes on it, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes. Japanese supernatural beings, using the essence of living people to cultivate evil arts? Such behavior is more despicable than the Quanxing Sect, more shameless than the Qingyun Sect! These beasts deserve to be killed by everyone!

"Go." Zhang Qingjing waved her hand, gazing into the distance. "Remember, Longhu Mountain will always be your support. If things don't work out, return to the mountain immediately. Don't be stubborn."

Zhang Zhiwei closed his folding fan and bowed deeply to Zhang Qingjing: "Master, rest assured, your disciple will certainly not fail in his mission."

Zhang Yulei also bowed in greeting, and then the two turned around and strode towards the outside of the mountain gate.

In the morning mist, two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, finally vanishing at the end of the winding mountain path. Zhang Qingjing watched their retreating figures, sighed softly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He knew that this descent from the mountain would be far more dangerous than any before. The strength of the Japanese supernatural beings was not to be underestimated, and more importantly, in this chaotic world, people's hearts were unpredictable, and no one knew what kind of trap awaited them ahead.

Jiangxi Province has long been a living hell.

The village, once shrouded in the smoke of cooking fires, is now a ruin, littered with charred corpses, and the air thick with the stench of blood and burning. Occasionally, a few faint groans can be heard, but they are quickly drowned out by the distant sounds of gunfire.

As Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Yulei traveled south, they saw only devastation and heard the cries of the people. Their expressions grew increasingly grim, and the murderous intent in their eyes intensified.

"Senior brother, Majia Town is just ahead." Zhang Yulei pointed to a small town ahead and said in a deep voice, "According to the information from the outer disciples, this is the place where Japanese supernatural beings are most active."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and tapped his folding fan lightly against his palm: "Let's go take a look."

The two quickened their pace and soon arrived at the entrance of Majia Town.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, more than a dozen corpses hung, each with a large, bowl-sized hole in its neck. The blood had long since drained, and the bodies were shriveled and blackened by the sun, emitting a nauseating stench. Several villagers knelt beneath the tree, their hands bound behind their backs, their faces filled with despair and fear.

Several Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms stood guard nearby, guns at the ready, their faces contorted in a sinister grin. Behind them stood three men in kimonos, each holding a samurai sword, exuding a chilling, malevolent aura.

These three people were extraordinary individuals from Japan.

The leader, a strange man, was pale-faced with eerie red lips. He held a black gourd in his hand and was chanting incantations towards the kneeling villagers. As he chanted, the villagers' faces grew paler and paler, and wisps of black mist rose from their heads and were sucked into the black gourd.

"Baka! You lot, behave yourselves, that's good!" The leader of the Japanese outsiders sneered in broken Chinese, "Once we've cultivated into shikigami, we can slaughter all of you Chinese!"

"brute!"

A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.

Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Yulei appeared at the village entrance like ghosts.

The Japanese soldiers were immediately terrified and raised their guns, pointing them at the two men: "Who goes there?!"

The Japanese assailant stopped what he was doing, turned around, and his gaze fell on the two men, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Disciples of Longhu Mountain? Hmph, you've come at the perfect time! Perfect for using your life essence to nourish my shikigami!"

Zhang Yulei's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the murderous aura within him surged uncontrollably. He saw the corpses at the village entrance, the despair in the villagers' eyes, and the sinister smile on the face of the Japanese outsider. An uncontrollable rage erupted from the depths of his heart.

"You Japanese beasts, prepare to die!"

Zhang Yulei roared and dashed out like lightning. He activated the Golden Light Spell to its fullest extent, and a thick golden light shield enveloped him. He concentrated the power of thunder magic in his fists and blasted them towards the leading Japanese alien with overwhelming force.

"court death!"

The leading Japanese assailant snorted coldly, and with a sudden swing of his black gourd, a burst of black mist erupted, transforming into a gigantic demon that lunged at Zhang Yulei with bared fangs and claws.

This evil spirit was a shikigami he had fed with the blood and essence of living people. It exuded a cold and malevolent aura, and its sharp claws gleamed with a chilling light, as if they could tear everything apart.

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhang Yulei's eyes, and lightning surged from his fist.

"Thunder Fist!"

With a single punch, golden lightning roared like a giant dragon, slamming fiercely into the demon's body.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the evil spirit was instantly shattered by lightning, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

The leading Japanese superhuman's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected his shikigami to be so easily defeated. He hurriedly activated the evil magic within his body, and the samurai sword in his hand flashed with a cold light as he slashed towards Zhang Yulei.

Zhang Yulei neither dodged nor evaded; the golden light shield suddenly trembled, deflecting the samurai sword. He then followed up with a kick, striking the Japanese assailant squarely in the abdomen.

The Japanese assailant groaned and flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also made a move.

He was still dressed in a blue robe, his folding fan swaying gently as he walked with unhurried steps. Facing the Japanese soldiers with guns, he didn't even use his internal energy; he simply appeared before them in a flash. With each wave of his fan, a Japanese soldier fell, either with a broken neck or shattered internal organs.

In just a short while, all of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers fell to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Upon seeing this, the other two Japanese assailants' expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously lunged at Zhang Zhiwei. The samurai swords in their hands carried a chilling, malevolent aura, their blades flashing as they aimed directly for Zhang Zhiwei's vitals.

"A trivial skill."

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, unfolded his folding fan, and gently waved it. A gentle yet domineering aura spread out, completely neutralizing the blades of the two men. He turned and struck one of them in the chest with his fan. The man groaned and flew backward, crashing into the large locust tree at the village entrance, dying instantly.

The other person was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run away.