Chapter 58: Silver Dynasty, Counter-Slaughtering the Dharma-Seed Realm (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Follow-up Reads)

Hearing this, Kurokawa Seihime’s expression turned grim.

This was no longer just pointing at the mulberry tree to curse the locust tree; it was a direct insult to her face.

Jiang Yan ignored her reaction and said indifferently, "From now on, you are all suspects. Everyone, crouch down against the wall with your hands on your heads. Every word you say will be used as evidence in court. If anyone dares to resist, you will be executed on the spot."

"Arrogant!"

A violent shout rang out like a thunderclap on flat ground.

Among the many retainers, a figure surged up and charged toward Jiang Yan.

It was a man with a buzz cut dressed as a samurai. His body was covered in dense, black curse seals, his muscles were bulging, and his chin and cheeks were puffed out. Strange oil seeped from his skin, making him look just like a frog.

"Junior, you are abusing your power to bully legitimate businessmen. Today, I will take you to the History Correction Bureau to ask: is this how Tianxia treats its foreign friends?"

The man roared with wide, angry eyes, not forgetting to stand on the moral high ground even while attacking.

He held a naginata and slashed down, though he used the back of the blade.

"Mountain-Water One-Mind Style — Black Toad Kasaya Slash."

The blade’s momentum was fierce, whipping up a howling gale.

He was considered a standout even among the peak Spirit Opening realm.

To this, Jiang Yan merely glanced at him.

An invisible Mind-Ape arm pressed lightly against the samurai’s abdomen.

Mind-Ape Method — Eye-Witness Truth!

Boom!

The airflow vibrated, sending out white rings.

The samurai was sent flying through the air, turning into a blur as he slammed into the wall, leaving a crater where the steel reinforcement was vaguely visible.

He passed out on the spot.

"Court death!"

Seeing this, the remaining samurai drew their blades one after another. Frog-like features appeared on their bodies to varying degrees; their cheeks puffed out, and they emitted croaking sounds, creating a cacophony.

"Noisy!"

Jiang Yan swept his gaze across them.

The Mind-Ape arm struck out violently, knocking these samurai away one by one.

Even the leading Dao-Foundation samurai was instantly killed in seconds.

They were all piled together, forming a small mountain of frogs.

With their endless wailing, it sounded like a chorus of frogs.

Zhao Yinman, standing to the side, looked at these samurai and explained, "These are Frog-Monk samurai. Originally, Bai Ying stole quite a few cultivation methods from the Great Ming—or what should now be called the [Silver Dynasty]—and tampered with them, integrating Shinto and the cultivation methods of the Calamity Gods to derive this system, which uses humans to nourish gods."

"Some use tattoos, others use artifacts, feeding them with their own flesh and blood to wield the power of demons. The Frog-Monks are demonic monks created when monks in certain disease-ridden domains were contaminated by frog-like mutations."

"After they lay eggs, the malice is washed away with transcendent scriptures, and then the frog eggs are buried in a person’s spine. As they grow with the target, they can obtain the power of the Frog-Monk and condense a [Stone Frog Dao-Foundation]."

"But the price is that their living habits shift toward those of a frog: they love eating insects, prefer damp places, and cannot stay in dry environments for too long, or they will peel and die from dehydration."

Jiang Yan commented briefly, "Rather than a cultivation method, it’s more like symbiosis with demons, becoming a different kind of thrall. They have indigenous Shintoism with shamanistic leanings and Buddhist traditions, yet they stubbornly walked this crooked path. Even after reaching the Dao-Foundation, they are pitifully weak."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at a spellcaster dressed in Shinto attire who was secretly chanting and forming hand seals, and asked softly:

"Are you finished chanting?"

The spellcaster was shocked but continued to chant, "Southern Red Dragon God Lord, please lead your thirty-six thousand subordinates to purge..."

However, when he reached the final few words, his heart was suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand. He was in such pain he couldn't breathe; he wanted to wail, but a hand covered his mouth.

His mind lost its defense, and the spiritual energy within his body spiraled out of control. Black sparks erupted from his seven orifices.

The flames burned from within, causing him to wail in agony until he turned into a charred corpse in the blink of an eye.

Mind-Ape Method — Silence Truth.

This scene made many spellcasters who were preparing to chant feel a chill down their spines. They abandoned their spells, only to be struck down by the Mind-Ape arm.

Jiang Yan’s gaze was indifferent. If they wanted to chant in front of him, he would just cover their mouths and interfere with their minds—a physical silence spell.

"You did, however, help me conduct an experiment."

He felt the slowly forming First-Grade Longevity Green Lotus within his body, a playful smile on his face.

He had a sudden inspiration: the merit of "saving the suffering" did not seem to be the Heavenly Dao merit granted by the world, but rather the Human Dao merit derived from the beliefs of sentient beings and himself.

If combined with the Mind-Ape bloodline to distort consciousness, could he achieve...

This world is so twisted and diseased,

That me killing you = me saving you from the sea of suffering.

Unexpectedly, it actually succeeded.

It birthed a low-spec version of...

The Power of "I Think Therefore It Is"!

It is just a pity that with his current Mind-Ape bloodline, he can only use it on a small number of targets and cannot yet perform "saving the suffering" on a large scale.

However, the difficulty of condensing a Twelve-Grade Longevity Green Lotus has become much lower.

No wonder the Heavenly Venerables always talk about "Great Benevolence."

This is indeed very benevolent!

"Enough!"

Watching her retainers die one after another, Kurokawa Seihime could no longer endure it. She looked at Jiang Yan with a cold, piercing gaze and said, "Your Excellency is going too far."

"Hehehe!"

In the air behind her, a distorted laugh rang out, and one after another, hideous and terrifying White Hannya masks appeared.

They overlapped, forming a two-meter-tall Red Hannya mask, like an ancient demon burning with raging flames!

The reason she could be appointed by her father as the person in charge of Sacred Cherry Biotech was that she herself possessed the strength of a high-stage Dao-Foundation.

She followed the Shinto [Myriad Spirit Slave] path of controlling shikigami.

"Red Hannya, no need to hold back..."

"Great Vajra Slash!"

Before she could finish speaking, a golden light arrived in an instant, piercing through the Red Hannya mask.

"Ahhhhh!"

Sanskrit characters shone upon it, erupting with Buddha-light that scorched the resentment on its body, immediately eliciting a sharp, feminine wail.

The Red Hannya mask tried to struggle free, but at this moment,

A mysterious coffin cast from blood and white bone emerged. An eye opened upon it, gazing indifferently at this creature born from post-mortem resentment.

"Urgh—"

The Red Hannya’s terrified scream was cut short as if its throat had been pinched, stunned by the Eye of the Coffin Spirit.

The next second, countless blood threads spread out, entangling it and dragging it into the coffin.

The [Black Coffin Dao-Foundation] exuded death energy, beginning to bury its opponent.

The Coffin Spirit is the natural enemy of spirits and undead creatures.

"What is this thing?!"

Kurokawa Seihime’s expression was one of shock. This coffin was so powerful before it was even fully opened; what terrifying existence was buried inside?

Naturally, she would not watch her shikigami be killed. Her slender jade hands reached for a talisman, but just as she was about to summon other shikigami, her neck was gripped by an invisible Mind-Ape arm, lifting her into mid-air.

White talisman papers fluttered and scattered all over the floor.

"Urgh, urgh, urgh..."

Her hands tried to pry open that invisible giant hand, but she grasped at nothing. Her fair legs kicked continuously, her toes curled, and she struggled to speak:

"My father... will not let you go..."

With a "slap," a bright red palm print appeared on Kurokawa Seihime’s face.

The intense sensation of suffocation mixed with the stinging pain on her face left her momentarily dazed.

"Quiet."

Jiang Yan was unperturbed by the threat; if they had the ability, they could come find him at the History Correction Bureau.

He turned his head to look at Kurokawa Ryuji.

"No! Don't!"

Kurokawa Ryuji looked at the miserable state of the many retainers, his legs turning to jelly. Feeling Jiang Yan’s gaze fall upon him, he shouted loudly:

"Elder, save me! This guy wants to sabotage the plan..."

"Sigh."

Accompanied by a sigh, a terrifying aura swept out from the depths of the building, like a mountain crushing down, vast and mighty.

"Dharma-Seed Realm!"

Jiang Yan’s gaze sharpened, and he soon saw an aged figure appear in the corner of the office.

He had white hair and a white beard, a short stature, and a sinister face. He looked at Jiang Yan and said:

"Young man, there must be some misunderstanding here. We only want to do business properly and have no intention of conflicting with the History Correction Bureau. You should withdraw first; in a while, I will personally go to the Hangcheng branch to explain."

Although his tone was gentle, it carried an unquestionable attitude.

A mere Dao-Foundation was not qualified to search him.

As long as he withdrew the blockade first, he could transfer the things underneath and handle the traces.

In fact, even if the History Correction Bureau came to search, with that item there, no one without the Kurokawa family bloodline could find the entrance.

Without evidence, what could they do to them?

Seeing this, Heichuan Shiji felt completely at ease, her gaze turning playful.

Facing a Dharma Seed, all of Jiang Yan’s methods were merely futile efforts.

Moreover, no one had ever struck her before; Jiang Yan was the first.

Truly...

A promising candidate for a pet.

However, after waiting for a while, Jiang Yan did not reply, causing the old man to frown, his impatience growing as he said in a deep voice:

"Kid, don't be ungrateful!"

Swish, swish!

Talismans flew up, transforming into yellow paper chains that filled the sky and bound him to the spot.

"Celestial Master Talisman Snake Array!"

Zhao Yinman formed hand seals and struck first.

Hiss, hiss!

The yellow paper slithered, turning into talisman snakes that coiled around the old man’s body, baring their ferocious fangs to bite down.

"Celestial Master talismans, the power is not bad, but to think a mere Dao Foundation could trap a Dharma Seed realm is far too naive!"

The Dharma power within the old man surged, shattering the heads of the venomous snakes one by one; he reached out, grabbed the yellow paper chains on his body, and gave them a light tug, shattering most of them.

At the same time, Jiang Yan had already killed his way to the old man’s front.

The shadow beneath his feet blurred; the Shadow-Eating Great Serpent had lost one head, and vast spiritual energy bolstered his own body.

Simultaneously, within the [Return to Ruins Calamity Sea Dao Foundation], a massive amount of calamity Qi was born and surged.

No calamity?

Then create one!

He faced the Dharma Seed directly, entering the calamity with his own body, actively manufacturing calamity power to bolster himself, successfully condensing the prototype of a black-red Calamity Sea Dharma Lotus.

A continuous stream of calamity power poured into the [Sanskrit Sword Buddha Armor], its might skyrocketing.

The originally sacred Sanskrit characters squirmed, and from within them, ferocious black-red eyes crawled out, their gazes greedy.

"To be so self-important while playing around at the Dao Foundation realm—today I will tell you that the power of a Dharma Seed is a high mountain you cannot cross..."

The old man sneered at the sight, his Dharma Seed shining with brilliance, preparing to use absolute strength to crush these two who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Boom!

Yet he did not notice the Heart Ape’s intangible arms interlaced at his heart position, suddenly pressing together, exploding deep within the old man’s soul like a great bell.

Heart Ape Art—Soul-Swinging Bell!

Boom!

"What!?"

The old man had not expected that a mere Dao Foundation would possess such a bizarre mental attack; caught off guard, his mind lost its defense.

But in a mere instant, he had already regained his senses,

yet it was already too late.

Crack!

The Sanskrit Sword pierced through his body; even though his body’s instinctive reaction was swift, avoiding the vital heart, he was still run through, and the toxins erupted instantly.

To think... he used poison!

The ferocious scarlet arm armor grabbed the old man’s face, carrying immense force as it slammed him into the ground.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a loud crash, a hole was smashed into the ground, the entire Shenying Building shook, and countless dust and debris scattered.

Whether they were the soldiers blockading the area or the employees on duty, everyone subconsciously looked up, a thought surfacing:

Was it an earthquake?

On the top floor of Shenying Biology,

Jiang Yan pressed down on the old man’s head, looking at the half-body stuck upside down, and chuckled:

"This mountain of yours, you didn't climb it very thoroughly."

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