Chapter 233: The Moonlight Is Beautiful Tonight—Perfect for a Fight (4K4)

【Lan Yuan Yanzhu: You and Sister Zi are going to fight on the moon? Why? Did the moon people provoke you?】

【Da Mengshen: If you must say it, it's just the personal opinion of the Yokai Sage. I'm just here to help.】

【Snow Woman: Perhaps because without battle, they cannot survive… After all, the yokai of that world exist only through fear. If humanity's fear of yokai fades in the future, the yokai will inevitably perish… In that case, this lunar war is merely a struggle for survival—neither right nor wrong, only a matter of stance…】

【Da Mengshen: That makes sense! Indeed, reading pays off—Xuecai has such insight too… But does fighting need a reason? I think not fighting needs a reason. So before every fight, I always ask: Give me a reason not to fight her.】

【Xia Na: Wait, 'her'? You don't just pick on girls, do you?!】

【Yinyangyan Jianzi: Definitely (*｀Ω*)v】

【Da Mengshen: That's unfair—I don't pick girls specifically; it's just that the ones I fight happen to be girls.】

【Ice Queen: Jia Qi, I was right all along… You were born a demon. Deep within your twenty years of fist cultivation lies humanity's deepest combat desire. For you, killing is as natural as breathing; destroying life is as simple as putting on clothes or eating. These are your instincts—this is your true self…】

【Death Angel: Objection!】

【Lan Yuan Yanzhu: I object too!】

【Forever Seventeen: Stop spamming the group chat and come to the meeting @Da Mengshen—we're missing only you.】

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August 15.

Night of the full moon.

The quiet lake reflected the full moon.

The sky was dim and heavy; all stars had vanished, leaving only the moon—enormous, brilliant, and eerie.

Yin energy, death energy, ghostly energy—countless negative forces converged, clashed, and mingled above the volcano, condensing into thick, floating mists in the air.

The moon on the water seemed frozen; even the gentle breeze stirred not a single ripple.

On Yokai Mountain, every renowned yokai from this long, narrow island nation had gathered for this extraordinary assembly.

As high-ranking members of the Hundred Demons, each of them could stir massive upheavals within their domains with a single gesture or word, igniting storms among lesser yokai.

Yet among them, a few of the strongest knew a secret—that yokai were destined to vanish in the future.

Though this news first came from Yagumo Shikie, its credibility was low, yet none among these top yokai were fools; they could vaguely sense that the yokai's fortune had already reached its peak.

And any being with wisdom would understand the truth: when something reaches its zenith, decline follows.

As previously stated, in this world, the sun is Amaterasu, and Amaterasu is the Great Sun.

There is Amaterasu, representing light and the Great Sun, and there are deities who have cast themselves into darkness.

Not the two primordial deities—Yagokoro-omikami and Oomikami—who predated Amaterasu; though they ruled darkness, they had no intention of opposing the Great Sun.

"He" is named Amenokaguyamino-mikoto, a malevolent deity who once made the heavenly gods suffer greatly.

Because Amaterasu is the ancestral sun goddess of Japan, her fate is bound to humanity—not merely concerning production and daily life, but also an intangible fortune.

Yet Amenokaguyamino-mikoto opposes Amaterasu, meaning he opposes humanity itself, forging ties between yokai and humanity's antithesis; the outcome of this divine duel could sway the rise and fall of both races.

But only another celestial body can challenge the sun.

Correct—Amenokaguyamino-mikoto is a star.

The sole star deity in the Kojiki and Nihon Shoki, slain while resisting the gods—the planet Venus.

In the distant west, known as "Lucifer," also called "Amenokaguyamino-mikoto," or "Okusemumumu," the last demonic star to resist Amaterasu Omikami.

But in truth, Amenokaguyamino-mikoto has been battling the sun in the sky ever since.

Each year at dawn, it is the moment when Amaterasu and He contend; if Amenokaguyamino-mikoto prevails, the fortune of all yokai strengthens; if he loses, humanity's fortune surges dramatically.

"Though he is the mightiest of the heavenly gods who subdued the violent demons of the earth, possessing strength sufficient to defeat even Take-mikazuchi-no-kami and Futsunushi-no-kami…"

"Yet how could he possibly rival Amaterasu?"

One may admire his courage and power in opposing the Lord of Heaven and Earth, revere his tenacious life and unyielding will—but to believe tenacity and will alone can overpower Amaterasu? That is impossible!

Amaterasu, hanging in the heavens, and Okusemumumu, representing Venus, continue their eternal struggle. Centuries ago, an anomaly allowed Venus to briefly resist Amaterasu, triggering an explosive surge in yokai numbers across this land.

But that was merely an accident. As humanity's population grows and advances, Amaterasu will soon crush Okusemumumu utterly, leaving him no chance of resurgence—and yokai will inevitably retreat from the stage of opposition to humanity.

Yet Yagumo Shikie, having learned from countless worlds how overwhelmingly dominant humanity would become in the future—under a terrifying population of billions and weapons capable of obliterating the surface—proposed the "Yokai Expansion Plan."

Even if worlds differ, even if humanity millennia hence developed a weapon called "Nuclear," few could deal with the elusive Yokai Sage—but such beings are exceedingly rare.

Yet this yokai among yokai refused to wait passively; with foresight, immense power, and decisive action, she made such an idea possible.

————If there is no place left for yokai on earth, then let us march toward the moon.

Yagumo Shikie looked up at the full moon in the sky, a strange premonition rising within her—yet this feeling brought neither anxiety nor confidence, neither certainty nor hope.

Only chaos.

Blackness. Silence. Nothing. Nothing visible.

"An unpredictable stage of fate…" Yagumo Shikie finally understood the meaning of that phrase so often spoken in the group.

As if this lunar war would be filled with countless twists and surprises—good or bad, unknown.

Yet no matter what, her long-prepared plan could not be halted now.

"Yagumo Shikie, what are you waiting for?"

A male tengu from Asama Mountain flew forward, his expression impatient and hostile, speaking with extreme rudeness.

Some great yokai possess great power but no corresponding wisdom; indeed, those obsessed solely with combat and slaughter make up a significant portion of the Hundred Demons—even knowing humanity's fear of yokai will fade, they care nothing.

Since humans are mostly weak against yokai, if they no longer fear, then beat them until they do.

Such thinking is widespread among these great yokai who wield power far beyond the ordinary, especially among the most aggressive, massive, and bloodthirsty male yokai.

Thus, their choice to attack the moon was not to seize the lunar capital, but simply to slaughter—to tear apart the heavenly gods who had fled to the moon.

Arrogant great yokai naturally believed yokai could never lose to gods; they trusted their own strength to resolve everything.

"What's the rush?!"

Unexpectedly, before Yagumo Shikie could answer, a hand seized the wing of Asama Mountain's strongest tengu.

The next instant,

A bold woman holding a lacquered red wine bowl laughed, ignoring his struggles, lifting him as easily as a chick, watching his face turn purple as his feather-blade yokai aura shattered completely before her.

"Someone hasn't arrived yet…"

Her golden hair fluttered with the air, her red horn gleaming, the great oni casually tossed the tengu aside.

With a thunderous crash, the tall crow-tengu, still unaware of what happened, was flung outward, smashing through dozens of giant trees before half his body sank into the mountainside.

The surrounding great yokai watched coldly; none moved to stop or help—this is the risk of being the first to stick out.

Without sufficient strength, without understanding one's place, it is unquestionably overreaching.

Many more yokai recognized the one who had acted: Seiyo Yui, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Oni Clan, the King of Strength.

Beside her, the other three Oni Kings—Chaos, Disorder, and Divinity—appeared silently, gathering, their powerful gazes sweeping the surroundings.

Among the Hundred Demons, whether by individual power or clan, they stood at the pinnacle. Seeing these four figures radiating overwhelming might, even the numerous tengu trembled; many yokai kings who had clashed with the oni before looked upon them with deep dread and reverence.

"Oh?"

As the ethereal question echoed, all yokai suddenly realized their shadows were expanding violently—darkness, centered on their own silhouettes, swallowed the entire Yokai Mountain.

"Are you talking about me?"

The dark lake, stained black by shadow, suddenly boiled, rising hundreds of black, whip-like tendrils like dragons—pure moonlight was utterly devoured.

The world plunged into absolute darkness.

Yet losing sight meant little to great yokai; they sensed the newcomer through other senses—a golden-haired girl with red eyes, clad in a long black dress.

"Darkness Lord, Night of the Obscure… Rumiya."

Many well-informed, experienced yokai recognized the identity of this strange presence.

The girl offered a faint smile to Seiyo Yui, though it carried a dangerous, icy chill.

"No, I think they're waiting for someone else."

The speaker was not another—it was Tenma, host of Yokai Mountain. Though dissatisfied with the Four Oni Kings, she now raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone tinged with anticipation.

"Besides me, there's another…"

Her words cut short as she suddenly looked upward.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM————!!!!!!

Violent tremors.

Visible ripples spread across the darkened lake…

Unparalleled brilliance, like the rising sun, erased all darkness.

A ferocious aura crashed down from the heavens.

Blood-red eyes swept over every great yokai, as if viewing them as already shredded corpses; her face, exquisitely beautiful yet eerie, expressionless, her green hair swaying gently, while the forces of heaven and earth surged from all directions.

Terrifying killing intent surged, endless crimson energy seemed to drown heaven and earth, overwhelming madness pressing against every yokai present.

Terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying!!

At this moment, even the most confident yokai, the most powerful yokai kings, the most arrogant great yokai—all felt a spark of terror. The immense pressure forced them to recoil instinctively, trembling with dread.

It had nothing to do with courage—it was fear born deep within, like insects encountering spiders, frogs encountering snakes, antelopes encountering cheetahs, goats encountering tigers!

It was the instinctive emotion of prey facing the apex predator—unrelated to their subjective will.

Today, every yokai present would forever remember one name!!

Remember this "Flower Tyrant"—

"Fu, Ken, Yu, Xiang!!!"

Movements froze. One great yokai trembled inwardly, whispering that name.

"Yagumo Shikie actually brought this thing?!"

Many yokai kings had no doubt that before they even reached the moon, half of them might be crushed on the spot by the Flower Tyrant.

And after the green-haired, red-eyed girl arrived, not a single yokai dared step within a hundred meters of her.

"Is it her?"

The girl named Lumia, who controlled darkness, curiously asked the distant, silent youkai sage who had not spoken a word until now.

But unexpectedly, Yagyou Shiki still shook her head, a mysterious smile appearing on her face.

"No, it's him."

This night, a vast number of youkai gathered, their overwhelming youki staining the sky an ominous black; the few powerful humans among mankind felt heavy-hearted, yet knew not what had occurred.

At the center stood the youkai elite, while the weaker members of the youkai alliance could only watch from the outer edges, ranked by the strength of their youki.

The youkai who had followed their leaders, clan heads, and chieftains here were no mere rabble—they were elite from every region, each at least at the "Strong" rank, requiring no fewer than a hundred men from the human world to barely oppose, and the stronger among them had long terrorized entire regions, their names infamous.

Yet none of them realized that behind them, at the very outer edge of the youkai alliance, a human male had suddenly appeared.

"Alright, the Pointy-Headed Quartet, the Tens, the Flower Field Peasant—all made grand entrances one after another. So what about me?"

Having seen with his extraordinary vision what was happening within, the muscular young man no longer hesitated and stepped calmly into the mountain surrounded by youkai.

Behind him flowed a red cloak; he wore a black fitted vest, revealing arms like cast bronze and iron, hands tucked in his pockets, slightly hunched, yet staring downward—not ahead—marching forward in a straight, unyielding line.

Saltandosinparar,

He strode forward with utter disregard for the youkai. b

Like a lion patrolling his own territory.

Every youkai in his path was smashed aside by an overwhelming, unstoppable force.

Tall, massive youkai were flung away merely by brushing past him.

Ghosts and spiritual forms exploded into mist upon impact.

Smaller youkai were humiliated as he stepped over them, some even used as stepping stones.

Behind him, countless youkai roared and bellowed.

"Die, you bastard!!!" x999

(End of Chapter)