[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h":3,"chapter-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-89":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Devouring Evil, Exterminating Demons Across All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267034,4426,"Chapter 89: The Bronze Sparrow Bow, the Yuwen Clan","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>This was a small courtyard, twenty paces square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A path of blue stone slabs ran through it, with vegetables planted on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the east, north, and west sides stood one large house each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern house glowed with candlelight, casting three dark silhouettes against its window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind silently peered over the southern wall, hand on his knife hilt, his white eyes “scanning” the courtyard before slowly withdrawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, his figure appeared atop the unused eastern house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped over the roof ridge with steps lighter than a cat’s, leapt gently, rolled across the ground—utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knife hung at his left side; even as he rolled, he tilted right, unloading force until he came to rest crouched beneath the northern house’s window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...The Wen family tavern is always crowded. During the day, customers swarm; at night, there are still many residents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With just the three of us, killing the target won’t be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He must leave sometimes. Let’s observe more, wait for him to be alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, I say, why be so cautious? With surprise on our side, even in a crowded market, we could strike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember when we killed that county magistrate in Sichuan? During the lantern festival, we passed right by him—just a brush of shoulders—and his life was gone. By the time his wife, children, and servants realized something was wrong, we’d vanished into the crowd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! The little girl’s crying—that feeling of slipping away unnoticed in the midst of chaos—was more satisfying than any reward our family later gave us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calm down. That time, only the three of us acted. This time, I hear many others have come. If, after we regroup, they find you’ve left traces, the upper command won’t show mercy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind’s ruined eyeballs normally didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, hearing these words, his eyelids half-opened, his pupils shifting back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glimmer of killing intent lingered within his moving eyes, held back, not yet released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plucked a small stone from the base of the wall and tossed it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone struck the roof of the northern house, clinking against the tiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three inside were all strong, young men, dressed in coarse cloth; their hands and faces bore a full, healthy hue, revealing excellent physiques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound on the roof triggered instant action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One blew out the candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another leapt into the air, arms wrapped around the beam, right hand wielding a short spear, thrusting straight toward the sound’s origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third suddenly burst through the door, seeking to observe the courtyard from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very moment he broke through the door, Cheng the Blind smashed through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who blew out the candle saw a blur before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man appeared across the table; his own hand was already seized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind twisted and jerked his wrist—the man’s wrist dislocated, then his entire arm yanked violently, shoulder and elbow dislocating too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could scream,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind pushed his hand forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This twist and thrust forced the dislocated joints to collide—misaligned, brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden agony exceeded that of simple dislocation by several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s eyes rolled white; his scream died before it formed—he fainted from pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The airborne man sensed something wrong, shifted his left arm from gripping the beam to shoving it, accelerating his downward lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came crashing down with spear in hand, smashing the table to splinters, shattering the oil lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the spear tip missed its target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind’s figure suddenly dropped from his vision—gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had there been an observer, they would have seen Cheng’s movement like a sudden whip-crack of a serpent’s tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body dipped, spun nearly a full circle, and he appeared beside the spearman—his scabbard’s end jabbed precisely into the man’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spearman’s neck tilted; his body crashed sideways to the ground—silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man outside sensed trouble, turned, and rushed back in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the most agile, strongest of the three; his burst through the door had stirred a visible current of air around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, as he entered, his right wristguard glowed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldier Soul: Wind Stirring!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It generated a current of air in the same direction as the soldier’s movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When punching, it created wind pressure within three feet, blurring vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind is the most common, most easily influenced force in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many soldier souls manifest effects tied to wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man’s fist gesture was unusual—his index finger joint jutted forward, gaps visible between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he punched, it sounded like a birdcall piercing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an ordinary sparrow’s chirp—but the sharp cry of a great tit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piercing, abrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The birdcall and wind pressure struck Cheng the Blind’s face and head simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind finally drew his blade—left hand holding the scabbard, right hand gripping the hilt in reverse, drawing in one swift motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt rose from below, striking the man’s wristguard first, prying his arm aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade then sliced through the wind pressure, carving a slanted wound across the man’s chest and abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shink!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the blade leaving its sheath reached the man’s ears; he felt his strength vanish as his chest turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His whole body chilled, legs buckled, and he collapsed onto his heels, head tilted up in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood oozed from his chest-abdomen wound—and also trickled from his right wristguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force of Cheng’s hilt striking the guard had penetrated through it, rupturing skin and muscle, shattering the wrist bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the guard had a hidden weakness—unknown even to its wearer—perfectly struck by the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind laid his blade horizontally before the man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak! How much reward did the Yuwen family offer you to chase me all the way to Nanzhao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind said coldly, “And it’s not just the three of you, is it? How many others are there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puncher didn’t know if his internal organs were damaged, but at least his heart and lungs seemed untouched—he felt a flicker of relief, and his fear of death grew sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He confessed, “We didn’t come to kill you. It’s a mistake—a misunderstanding. We don’t even know who you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind pressed his blade an inch deeper: “Still lying to me? You were just talking about the Wen family tavern!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puncher nearly burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It really isn’t you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried out, “We only came to kill the owner of the Wen family tavern!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind’s eyelids snapped fully open—his white sclera, black pupils—locked onto the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill her?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind’s killing intent surged—thicker than before—almost enough to sever the man’s head outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why kill her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stammered, “I... I don’t know. That’s what they told us. Maybe because she’s famous...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came from outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, that excuse is pure nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind whirled around, his killing intent flaring then instantly retracted—he steadied himself. “How did you get here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw you were uneasy. Figured something was about to happen, so I came to check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu glanced around the room and smiled. “Looks like the one about to die isn’t you—it’s them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind frowned. “Didn’t you already get what you wanted? Why are you still meddling?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t a cultivator of both body and spirit remember what I told you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu tilted his head, sounding puzzled. “Brother, I first wanted to befriend you, then thought—maybe I could get a secret manual from a friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The order matters. Don’t mix them up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind’s lips twitched, unconvinced, and turned back to press the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me the real reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man only repeated, “I really don’t know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu stepped forward and plunged a needle straight into the man’s scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, when acupuncture is done on the scalp, the fine needle moves between skin and flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a long needle won’t pierce into the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Chu Tianshu intended to kill did he exert force to pierce straight through the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this needle he now wielded was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not meant to kill, yet the needle tip lightly touched the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu released the silver needle, formed a hand gesture, and uttered a true incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver needle seemed stirred by his voice, trembling slightly with a soft hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puncher felt his mind go numb, his vision grow dull, his mouth hanging open, unaware he should close it, a trickle of saliva dripping from his corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was the real reason you killed the owner of the Wen family tavern?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time the puncher answered succinctly: “I don’t know. Maybe because she was famous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu frowned in suspicion: “Then who sent you? Are you a killer guild? There must be an employer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puncher said: “We are men of the Yuwen family. We know nothing else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems he truly doesn’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind slashed his throat in one stroke, then turned to finish the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu pondered beside him: “You were about to leave the tavern, weren’t you? Did you mistakenly think the trouble came for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… had old grudges with the Yuwen family. Back then, I simply couldn’t bear it—I killed one of their beasts, a man who abused the people and raped a peasant girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind fell silent for a long while after hearing this; moonlight streamed through the door and window, casting his figure in loneliness. “But because of that impulsive act, the woman I loved… Qinniang… was intercepted by the Yuwen family as I had arranged for her to flee first, and shot dead by their arrows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am blind, but my hearing has grown sharper—I can sense the flow of force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the rest of my life, I will never forget the Yuwen family’s Copper Sparrow Bow’s Qi-strengthening method.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuwen family had an ancestor, Yuwen Tai, the de facto ruler of Western Wei and the founder of Northern Zhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, during battle against Eastern Wei, amid chaos and deadly warfare, he drew his bow and fired a single arrow that struck down the copper sparrow atop the Eastern Wei commander’s banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen’s troops were galvanized, turning despair into survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later generations commemorated this by carving the copper sparrow pattern onto their treasured bows, and compiled multiple methods to cultivate strength through archery and horsemanship, calling it the Copper Sparrow Bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man just now, though he appeared to punch, was in fact using archery techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, Cheng the Blind had noticed on these three men the telltale signs of Copper Sparrow Bow cultivation, and assumed they had come to avenge that Yuwen Gongzi  from years past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s how it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu said, “But if they came for Wen Jingniang, how can you still leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind wiped the blood from his blade; with a surge of force, not a single drop clung to the steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Wen family has lived in Nanzhao for two or three generations. Though the Yuwen family is powerful and numerous, they remain within Tang borders—how could they hold a grudge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind voiced his doubt, sheathed his blade, and fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chu the Physician, you’re better with words—could you ask her for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu widened his eyes and pointed at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? Brother, are you serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind said: “Ask her for me, and your debt is forgiven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu was utterly incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a grown man standing right here, the two of you are clearly in love, and yet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly began to doubt the taste of both Qinniang and Wen Jingniang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did these two women have a fetish for stubborn, wooden men?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1984,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","50eb9864411147fabb552cf07cd5672213c240d5b24970540be4c42e2030c23a","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-90","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-88",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]