[{"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-93":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},2267038,4426,"Chapter 93: Mu Yu Quan, Fo Mian Yin","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin harbored a grudge against the Neiwei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In today’s world, there are two prominent Yuwen families: one is the Yuwen family of Chang’an, descended from a chancellor during the early reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, still possessing some influence in court and countryside, though their power does not extend beyond the Chang’an region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other is the Yuwen family of the Jianghu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Yuwen family has a more complicated origin; it is said they were originally orphaned remnants of the Northern Zhou imperial clan, hiding in obscurity under false names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end of the Sui dynasty, the powerful minister Yuwen Huaji rebelled and declared himself emperor, but soon failed; his family collapsed, and surviving relatives fled, merging with the Northern Zhou survivors, plotting to grow strong among the outlaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the An Lushan Rebellion, the Jianghu Yuwen family seized the opportunity to expand, thriving greatly, specializing in training assassins, killers, and spies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than a family, it had become an organization nearly identical in nature to the Neiwei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Neiwei served the court, while the Yuwen family served the Fanzhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recent years, the Military Governors of Weibo and Pinglu, among others, successively rebelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuwen family was ordered to dispatch large numbers of operatives to aid them, opposing court forces and attempting to drastically alter the balance of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the rebel armies were crushed, and the Yuwen family suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Neiwei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin’s son was among those lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the Yuwen family was sent to Nanzhao to carry out an operation; the family head personally discussed it with Yuwen Tongxin and entrusted him with command of the team dispatched to Nanzhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin had been deeply wary of the Neiwei’s presence, believing they would certainly monitor the situation in Nanzhao and respond in some way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the family head told him not to be overly anxious, to focus on his mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it seemed he had been the one with greater foresight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this thought, Yuwen Tongxin’s killing intent hardened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Chu Tianshu’s strange words, he dismissed them as mere battlefield distractions, paying them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he fixed his gaze on Chu Tianshu’s Adam’s apple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very end of Chu Tianshu’s muttering, he seemed to detect a flaw in the tremor of the throat, and struck without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zing!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, that faint sensation—something vibrating slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade flashed, striking at Chu Tianshu’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a person finishes speaking, it is precisely when they unconsciously shift their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even masters, whose breathing far exceeds ordinary men’s and can speak at length without gasping, still experience less fluidity in their breath than in normal states.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing this slash, Chu Tianshu’s body suddenly lurched, sidestepping only half a foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right hand had already drawn his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, both his hands changed color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand clenched into a fist, turning red in an instant, then becoming a hard, inhuman bluish-black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the kind where veins bulge, but the entire fist and forearm skin turning into a rigid, metallic bluish-black hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength like iron, deadly strike like steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Mu Yu Quan, forged from the Shaolin Xin Huo Fist Frame!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remainder of wood is charcoal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When wood meets intense heat, if it has qi, it becomes fire; if it lacks qi, it becomes charcoal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Yu Quan is a state where, while holding one’s breath, muscles are forced to exert power, blood pressure surges rapidly, and strength becomes far more ferocious than normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as ordinary wood needs only a common flame to burn to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to burn into charcoal that rings like metal, one must endure even more terrifying heat while devoid of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Shaolin, this was already an extremely advanced fist art; yet in Yu Dayou’s writings, it was merely a convenient, rapid motion to draw the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s right hand had also turned bluish-black, gripping the hilt as he yanked the blade out at top speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiang!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene resembled pulling a strip of iron sheet tightly coiled around a steel pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound came only from the dull spine of the blade scraping against skin, yet it felt as if two great swords’ edges were pressed together, grinding fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin’s thrust missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade instantly shifted, slashing after him—only to meet Chu Tianshu’s newly drawn sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zing!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade met sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange vibration on the blade’s surface was revealed by this clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could see a colorless outer shell on the blade, slightly larger than the blade’s own outline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yuwen Tongxin struck, he needed no effort to generate vibration—he only needed to swing the fastest blade possible with full focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon soul would automatically generate a colorless shell, vibrating at a frequency and intensity surpassing even what the wielder could produce himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power he used to shatter the second-floor floor was this very force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, this “qi-shell” resembled a hazy crystal casing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s blade sliced directly into the crystal shell, striking the blade’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The qi-shell shattered; blade and sword rebounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful air currents swept away all surrounding dust, shaking the broken wooden walls and window gaps with a creaking rattle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an instant, the bluish-black hue on Chu Tianshu’s arm spread to his face—his face turned ashen like a mountain deity’s statue, eyes dark with killing intent, hair flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant his entire body was exerting force—even his face strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the explosive power desperate to burst forth had only one outlet: his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s right-hand sword thrust out dozens of afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin could not discern the true blade’s position, let alone react in time; driven purely by the instinct for survival, he slashed wildly with his fastest flurry of cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterimages crossed, merging into a single prolonged clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of flickering sparks, appearing simultaneously, flashed briefly amid the phantom traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin reeled backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each spark proved he had blocked one sword thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had not blocked them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slashes appeared on his right neck, left shoulder, right waist, and right thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cuts were thin, no blood yet oozing—but he knew his tendons there had been severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this violent retreat, he could not even control his body, rolling along the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three figures leapt from different corners of the room, rushing to shield Yuwen Tongxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the three men Chu Tianshu had previously smashed into this room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had suffered little injury and had already recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But earlier, the blade-and-sword clash had been too swift; they had not yet had time to join the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all three rushed in, blocking Chu Tianshu’s view from front and both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s eyes blazed with killing intent; in an instant, two sword shadows pierced the hearts of the two flanking men, then withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with the short knife in front suddenly had his head flattened—blood exploded, his head vanished, his body driven like a nail downward, embedded from the waist into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had slashed his head clean off with one sword stroke, then slammed his body into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he used the blade’s edge, even splitting the body open, he would not have achieved such a clear view so cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin, rolling on the floor, knelt on one knee, his long blade slanted beside him; he spat blood onto the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a strange pattern surfaced on the blade’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden Buddha face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a golden Buddha face, about an inch wide, emerging from the blood, smiling benevolently, cracking open from the forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the late Sui, General Zhang Xutuo defeated Wang Bo and Pei Shi, shattered Beihai, and suppressed Qijun—considered the last pillar of the Sui dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the empire was collapsing; one tree could not hold up the sky. He marched east and west, eventually facing the Wagon Army in a prolonged stalemate; his troops gradually broke, and he dismounted to fight alone, dying in the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His personal sword became a cursed weapon after this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that age of chaos, many still dared to wield it, even knowing it was cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commanders often timed their actions, forcibly separating the wielder from the cursed blade before the wielder became a complete puppet, then bestowing it upon the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the wild weapon soul could barely sustain its existence without becoming too ferocious and devouring its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many were even selected specifically to rotate usage of the cursed blade, charging into battle to boost morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the blade passed through many hands until it came into the Yuwen family’s possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuwen family possessed a blood-refining martial art passed down from Northern Zhou’s Emperor Wu, called the Fo Mian Yin, which contained methods to nourish the weapon soul and also techniques to restrain wild weapon souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took the face of a Buddha statue from a temple with abundant incense, ground it into powder, mixed it with essence blood, and painted it onto the blade’s surface, practicing day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transforming the cursed weapon into their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method skipped countless steps of nurturing the weapon soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purity of a wild weapon soul’s killing nature often surpassed that of a normal weapon soul—perfect for an organization like the Yuwen family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because generations of Yuwen family members had used this blade, even with deliberate control, they had unknowingly nurtured the wild weapon soul to great depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it reached Yuwen Tongxin’s hands, he had strictly suppressed it with the Fo Mian Yin, daring to use only half the weapon soul’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Buddha face cracked open—the wild weapon soul awoke fully!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tongxin’s face turned ashen white, his eyes filled with icy blue, and from every wound on his body sprouted ice spikes, each an inch long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air stretched like a white thread, suddenly reaching Chu Tianshu’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, ice several inches thick had frozen up to his calves, still spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Xintong growled, swung his blade with both hands, took a powerful step forward, and slashed down at Chu Tianshu’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit of the Soldier: Snow River Collapses!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Zhang Xutuo’s signature technique in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold energy penetrated the bones, combined with a slash that shook the qi shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a statue forged from solid iron would shatter under this blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, cleaving Mount Hua, was halted by a sudden thrust of the swordtip, as if a great sword had struck the ram of a war chariot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu, who should have been invaded by the cold, had struck with pinpoint precision—and overwhelming strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this single thrust, he arrested the downward slash; the blade flickered again in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Xintong’s eyes bulged in pain as both his arms, from the elbows down, were severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword struck the dark blade again; the blade, still clutching the two severed arms, flew sideways, embedding two feet of its length into the pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s left hand flashed, sweeping over the headless corpse, seizing Yuwen Xintong by the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After activating the cold energy, you’ve become slower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blackish hue faded from his face; the specks of blood splattered on his skin now looked vividly red, yet his expression seemed almost unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone knows the Soldier Spirit is merely a supplement to martial skill—you actually hoped to turn the tide with it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Xintong could not breathe, racked with pain, fury, and horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well that fully activating the Wild Soldier Spirit would harm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this man’s sword speed was too fast—in that moment, without the Wild Soldier Spirit, he could not conceive of any other way to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it be this fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drawing his sword, the opponent had sealed victory in a single exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu applied slight pressure, crushing him into unconsciousness, then switched grip to his collar and dragged him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice frozen beneath his feet shattered with a loud pop-crack as he lifted his leg, torn apart by his own force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the guesthouse, Chu Tianshu looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After piercing the pillar, a foot of the dark blade remained exposed beyond the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transparent flames ignited along the Three-Seven Divine Sword, and Chu Tianshu swung it with a surge of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! The snow-white dark blade was severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wild Blade Spirit let out a birdlike shriek of rage; the icy, bloodthirsty aura began to dissipate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had already heard that all enemies in the main hall had been slain by Cheng the Blind, so he walked calmly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, when he reached the main hall, most guests had fled; cups and plates lay scattered, tables overturned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the floor lay seven or eight corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind had pinned one corpse to the counter with his blade and now walked over to pull it free, turning his face toward Chu Tianshu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your opponent was no ordinary foe—what a commotion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind exhaled and said, “I was rushing to help, then heard you complaining that he’d slowed down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’d known it’d end like this, I wouldn’t have killed them all—I should’ve left a couple alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu glanced at the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least three bore wounds from the Bone-Folding Hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Cheng the Blind had thrown his blade mid-fight to save the shopkeeper’s wife, then finished the rest unarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter—I’ve kept one alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu tossed Yuwen Xintong to the ground, then suddenly tensed—he heard a marching crowd approaching outside the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng the Blind also turned toward the street: “These people dared assassinate in broad daylight, under countless eyes—too brazen. It seems Wang Cheng’s response isn’t slow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke off, frowning sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—those footsteps sound like armored soldiers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2308,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f596862b619d2b823abc4ad779d63159695992cb10dd3483999d361c3259074f","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-94","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-92",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]