[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - 22

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Chapter 73 The Whereabouts of Monk Jianzhen
"Hey Yangyan, are you there?"
Just as Shiranui Yue was waiting for Yangyan's next move, the old man Tengyuan Zhai's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Wait a minute."
Yangyan had actually noticed Tengyuan Zhai's approach long ago, but since this lecherous old man had already disturbed his interest, Yangyan had no choice but to stop and see what trouble the old man had to cause.
The women in the room tidied their clothes, and with the help of the two mature women, Shiranui Mai and Shiranui Yue, Yangyan dressed and left Shiranui Butterfly's ward.
"Old man, what's wrong?"
Being interrupted in his good time, even though Yangyan had already ejaculated several times today, he was still very unhappy.
"Let's go, let's find a place to talk."
At this moment, the old man Tengyuan Zhai appeared very serious.
Upon entering a Japanese-style side room, the old man, Teng Yuanzhai, immediately knelt cross-legged on a blue cloth cushion in a proper manner. Compared to the old man's standard sitting posture, Yang Yan appeared very relaxed, casually leaning to one side, supporting himself with one hand, looking as comfortable as possible. Most Japanese customs originated from China during the Han and Tang dynasties, with sitting on the floor dating back to before the Spring and Autumn period. From the mid-Tang dynasty onwards, influenced by customs from the Western Regions, the Chinese gradually abandoned this uncomfortable custom of sitting on the floor. However, even now, this custom of sitting on the floor is still prevalent in countries like Japan.
"Just now, Shiranui Yue looked so lustful; it seems you're almost there,"
the old man said, holding a cup of tea in a typical lecherous tone.
"...Let me make it clear, you're not allowed to touch my woman, or don't blame me for being ruthless and killing her directly."
The old man had indeed given him quite a few benefits, although he didn't seem to have used them much. No matter how good the relationship, if someone wants to touch Yang Yan's women, there's absolutely no room for negotiation.
"You seem to have picked up quite a few beauties these past few months,"
the old man Teng Yuanzhai asked leisurely.
"Hehe, not many, just a few."
Yang Yan's number of women was indeed small, less than ten so far, but what Yang Yan was very proud of was that all of them were stunning beauties, including the two female superhumans he raped—each a top-tier object of desire in a man's bed.
"Only a few? Then when are you planning to take my other two granddaughters, and Hua Qiandai? She misses you terribly."
The old man said with a smile.
"...What? You old bastard, you're interrupting my good time with this low-class question?"
Yang Yan was almost furious. Although he also coveted the old man's three beautiful granddaughters, that was definitely not an excuse to interrupt his good time.
"Hehe, whatever, just hurry up and take my granddaughter in."
The old man was peddling his three beautiful granddaughters like a counterfeit product.
"You don't need to worry about that. None of your three granddaughters can escape my grasp anyway."
Yang Yan was bored and prepared to leave.
"I've got a good idea for dealing with those monsters in Takamagahara."
The old man's words made Yang Yan stop in his tracks.
"You have a way?"
Yang Yan returned to the low table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Have you ever heard of Jianzhen?"
The old man asked with a sly grin.
"Sword and needle? What does that do? Immortal? Monster? Thanks?"
Yang Yan looked at the old man suspiciously. "
...Jianzhen was a high-ranking monk from the Tang Dynasty in China."
The old man strongly suspected that Yang Yan was deliberately trying to annoy him.
"The only Tang Dynasty monk I remember is Tang Seng, but I think Tang Seng's name is Xuanzang. And although Tang Seng's disciples are powerful, we can't ask him for help."
Yang Yan's knowledge of Chinese history was absolutely terrible.
"Jianzhen wasn't Tang Sanzang, but he wasn't much different. Compared to Tang Sanzang's weakness, Jianzhen was definitely a highly powerful monk. Jianzhen traveled east to Japan to spread Buddhism. At that time, Japan was in an era rife with demons. Thanks to Jianzhen's supreme power, he sealed the Yamata no Orochi, the first main god of Takamagahara, under Mount Fuji. Otherwise, Japan wouldn't exist today..."
The old man began to recount a long-forgotten piece of history.
"Stop! I'm not here to listen to your history. If a beautiful woman took off her clothes and told me, maybe I'd be interested."
Yang Yan interrupted the old man rudely.
"Since you're so eager to see me naked, I'll sacrifice a little and show you."
The old man said in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"Enough nonsense, get to the point."
Yang Yan resisted the urge to throw the old man into the crematorium and continued to ask.
"When the monk Jianzhen passed away in Japan, he transformed his golden body into a seal to suppress the Yamata no Orochi. Accompanying Jianzhen's golden body were his four disciples and five of the Seven Treasures of Jianzhen. These five treasures of Jianzhen are all important Buddhist artifacts, which even Japanese sorcerers and magicians cannot wield. If you can obtain these five treasures and use them, Susanoo of Takamagahara will definitely be no match for you,"
the old man said very seriously.
"The Seven Treasures of Jianzhen? Aren't there seven? Why are there only five?"
Yang Yan's heart stirred. Legend has it that those ancient heroes and monks all possessed many powerful items. If the Seven Treasures of Jianzhen could really deal with the gods of Takamagahara, it would be a good method.
"Jianzhen? Don't know him. Never mind, I'll go back to sleep."
Having just experienced the baptism of sex, Ba mumbled a few words after overhearing the conversation between the old man and Yang Yan, which was isolated by seven layers of soundproofing, in Shiranui Butterfly's bedroom, a hundred meters away from the room where Yang Yan and the old man were talking. She then buried her head in the quilt and slept soundly again.
"The Vajra Horn and the Dragon-Subduing Wooden Staff, two of the Seven Treasures of Jianzhen, were given to the sorcerer when Jianzhen passed away. Therefore, only five of the Seven Treasures of Jianzhen are present at the site of Jianzhen's golden statue on Mount Fuji,"
the old man stated confidently.
"You old fellow, you haven't always wanted to be a tomb raider, have you? Are you trying to drag me into this?"
Yang Yan asked, suspicious of the old man's usual behavior.
"I am, after all, the number one martial artist in Japan. You are insulting the honor of martial artists. Why would I, an old man, go tomb raiding?... Actually, if tomb raiding could improve my strength, I wouldn't mind,"
the old man replied.
"Then how do you know so much about this?"
the old man asked.
“One of the four disciples of the monk Jianzhen was the first patriarch of our Po Xie Sword Sect, which is why we have detailed records of what happened back then,”
the old man explained.
“Alright, let’s try our luck at the monk Jianzhen’s tomb tomorrow,”
Yang Yan finally decided to go tomb raiding.
“Tomorrow?”
The old man clearly believed this should be done as soon as possible and seemed completely incomprehensible about Yang Yan's decision to act tomorrow.
"I'm going to devour Shiranui Yue tonight. If you, you lecherous old man, dare to peep or interrupt my good time, I'll turn you into dust in the universe!"
Yang Yan uttered a threat before disappearing.
"...Damn brat, I was thinking of peeping, Shiranui Yue's perfect figure...what a pity..."
The old man revealed his true colors, drooling as he spoke.
Yang Yan left the old man, not immediately returning to Shiranui Yue to continue their interrupted passion, but instead quietly entering the training grounds of the Shiranui clan's secret underground base. The thousands of square meters seemed unusually empty; all the training equipment had been moved aside. Shiranui Mai and Shiranui Yue were nervously watching Shiranui Cho, dressed in black ninja attire, her eyes tightly closed.
Seeing her sister deflowered by Yang Yan, Shiranui Mai instinctively felt that her sister was very likely to become the second Tennin after herself after this encounter.
Just over ten minutes after Yang Yan quietly arrived at the training ground, Shiranui Cho, who had kept her eyes closed, slowly opened them.
"How is it?"
Shiranui Mai asked nervously.
"Ha..."
Shiranui Cho didn't answer Shiranui Mai's question, but simply raised one hand and suddenly exhaled, a massive pressure roaring out from her palm, the terrifying destructive force instantly carving a trench several meters wide into the concrete ground.
"...Another...another Tenjin."
Shiranui Yue was almost too excited to remember anything. Two Tenjin! One ninja clan actually possessed two Tenjin in the same era! The Shiranui clan had now officially become the most powerful ninja clan in history.
Chapter 073 The Man Who Teases the Flower Chiyo
"Alright, let me train you."
Although Shiranui Mai usually doted on her younger sister, she became stricter than others whenever formal training began. After all, the ninja world was dangerous; without honed skills and arduous training, one might lose their precious life in a mission.
Mai Shiranui slowly drew her long sword, the immense pressure aimed directly at Shiranui Cho.
"Sister, I won't hold back!"
Mai Shiranui was practically a prodigy in the ninja world, holding the second-highest record for the fastest attainment of Jonin, while the first place belonged to Shiranui Cho, several years younger than her. Shiranui Cho became the youngest Jonin in the history of the Shiranui clan at the age of fifteen. She received the clan's strictest protection; even in the battle against the Yasha Demon Blade, she wasn't allowed to participate to protect her. At this moment, Shiranui Cho could clearly feel that she had completely broken through the biggest bottleneck in ninja training, completing the breakthrough from Jonin to Tennin. That feeling of limitless power completely inflated Shiranui Cho's confidence.
"Is that so?"
Mai Shiranui revealed a faint smile, and suddenly a flash of snow-white light disappeared, followed by a loud metallic clang several seconds later. Mai Shiranui and Shiranui Cho had exchanged blows.
"...So fast..."
Shiranui Yue, also a Jonin, couldn't see the movements of the two ninja sisters clearly. The fighting between these Heavenly Ninja level experts was beyond what a Jonin like Shiranui Yue could imagine.
"Not bad, their strength and speed are almost on par with mine."
Shiranui Mai smiled faintly. Just now, when she suddenly attacked, Shiranui Butterfly managed to block it and even kicked her in the process. Her sister's reaction and combat intuition were truly worthy of a genius beautiful ninja.
"Is that so?"
Shiranui Butterfly's competitive spirit was stronger than anyone else's. Before Shiranui Mai, Shiranui Butterfly's figure suddenly vanished completely, seemingly disappearing without a trace.
"Invisibility Technique..."
Shiranui Mai immediately searched the entire training ground with her eyes. This was the true fighting style of a ninja: lurking in the darkness, waiting for the final opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow. Since becoming a Heavenly Ninja, Shiranui Mai's fighting style had almost evolved into that of a samurai, while Shiranui Butterfly seemed to be more proficient in the extreme assassination techniques within ninjutsu. At least Shiranui Mai currently had no way of finding Shiranui Butterfly's whereabouts.
Just as Mai Shiranui was on high alert, a gleaming longsword suddenly appeared from behind her, aiming directly for her neck. Just as it seemed about to strike, Mai's sword accurately blocked it behind her, while her other, snow-white fist, carrying astonishing energy, slammed into the direction from which the attacking sword had come. If Mai's fist had struck, even steel would have been completely destroyed. Just as the fist was about to hit its target, the attacking sword and the attacker vanished completely from Mai's sight once more. Mai's fist, halfway through its strike, seemed to freeze in place in an instant.
"Immovable as a mountain..."
Watching the strange difference between Mai's rapid movement and complete stillness, completely distorting all physics, this was the strength of a Heavenly Ninja.
"Looks like this is hopeless..."
Watching the two sisters spar, with Shiranui Yue accompanying them, Yang Yan wore a bitter smile. It seemed he wouldn't have a chance to devour this mature beauty tonight. However, since they were his subordinates, Yang Yan wasn't worried about missing out on the chance to devour this ripe meat. Compared to that, improving the combat power of the Shiranui sisters as quickly as possible was more important.
Without alerting anyone, Yang Yan left the training ground.
Night had fallen, and the entire base was only occupied by hidden guards and ninjas, with only the world's most advanced surveillance systems still operational. Yang Yan walked alone through the empty corridors of the base, his Italian-made handcrafted leather shoes making a crisp sound on the concrete floor. The
Shiranui clan truly lived up to its reputation as a family that had hidden its strength in Japan for a thousand years; this underground base alone was comparable to the final operational base of any country in the world. To avoid the impact of Japan's frequent earthquakes, the entire perimeter of this underground base, spanning nearly three kilometers, had been modified with earthquake-resistant equipment. Once the underground base and the outside world were closed, it could withstand a conventional nuclear attack. The fact that this base could accommodate so many people seeking refuge demonstrated its immense size.
Yang Yan was idly wandering around the base when a girl's short shout, accompanied by a series of whooshing sounds, suddenly came from afar, immediately piquing his interest.
Following the base's passageways, Yang Yan arrived at an area resembling an underground garden. The nearly ten-meter-high ceiling was filled with various lights, and different types of gardens were planted with various plants. On a large, soft patch of grass, a girl in a white training uniform, wielding a black wooden sword, her long hair tied back with a ribbon, was diligently practicing the highest level of Japanese swordsmanship: the cleaving sword strike.
The only difference between her practice and that of ordinary people was that each of her strikes produced a terrifying sound like a bomb exploding.
"Hanachiyo."
Yang Yan recognized the girl; she was the first woman he had slept with since arriving in Japan, the beautiful swordswoman he had defeated and forced to sleep with.
"Two thousand."
Hanachiyo finished her technique with the final utterance, and the wooden sword in her hand exploded into dust. Hanachiyo's body immediately collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been drained.
"Why is it that every time it comes to the end, I can't control my strength..."
It seems that Hanachiyo is in a very bad mood.
"That annoying man, he came back and didn't even glance at me, and he even said I was his woman, it's outrageous!"
After resting for a few minutes, Hua Qiandai weakly shielded her eyes from the bright light on the roof, panting as she muttered to herself.
"Aren't you my woman?"
Yang Yan's voice suddenly rang out beside Hua Qiandai.
"What..."
Hua Qiandai sprang to her feet as if bitten by a venomous snake.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
Yang Yan's face was filled with a conquering smile.
"Let's fight again, and if I still lose to you, well, rules, I'll accept your punishment."
Looking at Yang Yan's smile, Hua Qiandai, who had been silent for a long time, finally said something completely unexpected.
"No need, no matter what, you're my woman."
Looking at Hua Qiandai's feigned indifference, Yang Yan almost laughed out loud. Hua Qiandai had devoted almost all her years to swordsmanship and had never experienced romantic relationships. Facing Yang Yan, the man who had taken her virginity, Hua Qiandai felt a strange mix of emotions. Unsure how to express them, she uttered this odd statement:
"To be my man, you must be incomparably strong."
Hua Qiandai was absolutely after that kind of formidable fighting prowess.
"Not only will you never catch up to me in martial arts, but you're no match for me in any other aspect either."
With a lewd smile, Yang Yan approached Hua Qiandai step by step.
"Don't think that just because I'm unarmed, I can let you do whatever you want."
Although she felt a strange connection to Yang Yan, Hua Qiandai was, after all, a strong-willed woman. With a roar, a pure white light suddenly erupted from the bare hilt of her sword, transforming into a strange sword composed of white light before Yang Yan.
"You are no match for me."
Yang Yan completely disregarded Hua Qiandai's lightsaber, striding closer to her.
"Take this!"
Although Hua Qiandai had just undergone intense training that nearly depleted her physical strength, she still attacked without mercy, her aura of a master seemingly undiminished.
"I told you, you're no match for me."
Even against Hua Qiandai at her peak, Yang Yan didn't feel threatened, after all, he now possessed the power of the Eye of Desire.
Chapter 74: Setting Off to Raid the Tomb.
Hua Qiandai's lightsaber was easily blocked by Yang Yan, immediately veering to the side. Yang Yan's hands had already perfectly captured Hua Qiandai in his arms.
"Hua Qiandai, do you miss me?"
Yang Yan's voice seemed to possess boundless magic, completely shattering Hua Qiandai's resistance. That familiar yet unfamiliar masculine aura swept over Hua Qiandai's entire body, and she collapsed into Yang Yan's arms as if all her strength had been drained. Yang Yan then kissed Hua Qiandai's lips, releasing the beautiful swordswoman only when she was almost suffocating.
"You big pervert."
During their passionate kiss, Hanako unconsciously wrapped her arms around Kagero's strong body, whispering in his ear with a delicate tone that even Hanako herself never knew she could utter such a sentimental voice.
"If I weren't a big pervert, why would you like me?"
Kagero's lecherous hand slipped inside Hanako's chest, easily untying the tightly bound fabric, revealing her ample breasts in his large hands.
"Who...who likes you..."
Although trembling from Kagero's lecherous touch and breathing rapidly, Hanako still refused to easily yield to him.
"Then I'll love you a few more times, and you'll definitely fall in love with me."
With Kagero's nimble hands, Hanako's kendo attire was gradually removed until she was completely naked, laid naked on the grass by Kagero.
The slightly damp grass beneath her wasn't very soft, and the supple blades rubbed against her delicate skin. At this moment, Hua Qiandai's mind was in a state of heightened concentration; any small stimulation on her snow-white body was magnified a thousandfold. Hua Qiandai slowly closed her beautiful eyes, awaiting Yang Yan's brutal conquest.
"Open your eyes."
Yang Yan was no longer the ordinary man who drooled at the sight of a beautiful woman; his tone brooked no resistance. Under Yang Yan's command, Hua Qiandai's body unconsciously chose to obey.
Opening her eyes, she saw that enormous, menacing weapon swaying before her.
"Women must learn how to serve men, and I will be your only man."
As Hua Qiandai hesitantly took his enormous weapon into her mouth, Yang Yan closed his eyes and said happily.
Over the next few hours, Yang Yan fully explored Hua Qiandai's alluring body. Gone was the awkwardness of the first time; Hua Qiandai was completely conquered by Yang Yan's strength. The alluring sensation of a beautiful woman moaning beneath him was irresistible to Yang Yan.
When Hua Qiandai recovered from the fatigue of their lovemaking, the first thing she saw was Yang Yan's face, which, while not conventionally handsome, possessed a strong personality, and she heard his heavy snoring.
"You know what? Ever since you left, my dreams are filled with you."
Hua Qiandai's voice was barely audible even to herself as her snow-white hands rubbed against the faintly visible, stiff beard on Yang Yan's face.
"Hehe, then you'll stay obediently by my side from now on."
Yang Yan suddenly opened his eyes and pressed Hua Qiandai down beneath him again. Unexpectedly, Yang Yan had heard words that made her incredibly embarrassed. Hua Qiandai immediately closed her eyes tightly, refusing to open them. Then, Yang Yan's lustful hands once more assaulted Hua Qiandai's sensitive body, and her seductive breaths filled his ears with pleasure.
The morning sun was bright, and the air was fresh. Unfortunately, Yang Yan and his subordinates couldn't appreciate such a refreshing morning.
Even with the best ventilation in the underground base, it couldn't match the fresh air of the outdoors in the early morning. In the base's main hall, Yang Yan swaggered to the front, surrounded by a dense crowd of men and women dressed in ninja and samurai attire. Behind him sat several women: Mai Shiranui, Cho Shiranui, Tsuki Shiranui, Hanachiyo Fujiwara, and Shiratori and Chiyo, whom Hanachiyo had dragged along.
The only one sitting beside Yang Yan was Fujiwara, hailed as Japan's number one fighter.
"Everyone, many of you are seeing me for the first time, but you should all have heard my name. I am Chinese, and my name is Yang Yan."
Looking at the group before him, originally belonging to several factions, Yang Yan addressed them with the authority of a superior.
"Master."
"Sect Leader."
The titles below clearly indicated two factions, yet all voices rang out in complete obedience. Perhaps before this, only the Shiranui ninjas were completely obedient to Yang Yan; the other factions followed Fujiwara's orders. But yesterday, Yang Yan's power to destroy a god with human strength had won everyone's allegiance. The Japanese have a dog-like nature; they like to obey those stronger than themselves and bully those weaker than themselves. With Kagerou's strength, he is indeed qualified to make these people completely submit.
"You've all submitted to me now, good. This means you'll have a bright future. However, I want you to know that I'm extremely cruel to traitors."
Yang Yan's gaze swept over them, an inexplicable pressure making them all feel as if they were facing an invincible war god. Yang Yan's image seemed exceptionally tall in their eyes.
"You can go back to your own business."
Yang Yan smiled and nodded, dismissing them. A successful leader's personal charisma should be unparalleled. Only when you become the center of the world will the earth revolve around you. Just now, using the power of the Eye of Desire, Yang Yan had planted the seeds of loyalty in everyone's hearts. As time passed, his invincible image would be thoroughly rooted in their minds.
"How many people are you planning to take this time?"
Still immersed in the shock Yang Yan had just given him, the old man's expression showed a rare caution.
"I don't need to take many people, just the few behind me, plus you."
Yang Yan had clearly already made his decision.
"Indeed, this matter is quite dangerous. Bringing too many people could easily cause unnecessary trouble."
Taking his strongest forces along, and a few girls to see the world, clearly satisfied the old man, Teng Yuanzhai.
"Let's go."
Yang Yan stood up, leading the beauties beside him and the old man, Teng Yuanzhai, out of the hall. They took the elevator directly to the concealed building above the base and left in a luxurious limousine. They would have used an airplane for faster transport, but unfortunately, the entire area above Tokyo was currently occupied by those annoying WWII ghosts. Any aerial activity was monitored by these ghosts, making it easier to leave Tokyo by car.
The car left Tokyo, encountering several groups of WWII ghosts along the way. These ghosts were clearly unaware that the car was carrying their main targets. After about a few hours' drive, the car arrived at Mount Fuji, known as Japan's number one mountain. This largest active volcano in Japan seems to have become a symbol of the country. The occasional plumes of smoke and the mysterious "devil's zone" on the mountain are all sacred symbols in the hearts of the Japanese.
The car could only reach halfway up the mountain. The remaining stretch of road was rugged, but the tomb-raiding team, ostensibly searching for Jianzhen's treasure, possessed astonishing strength. Even the weakest members, Shiratori and Chiba, were martial arts practitioners with stamina far exceeding that of ordinary people, making this arduous mountain path a piece of cake. Beyond Mount Fuji lay its most mysterious and dangerous area. Due to volcanic activity, all modern equipment was unusable, including compasses.
"This is where Jianzhen's golden body is kept. Those deceitful scientists claim the volcano is active here, making scientific exploration impossible. Actually, it's due to the influence of the Yamata no Orochi's power. Forget scientific tools; even ordinary wild animals would get lost here,"
Teng Yuanzhai remarked, gazing at the black earth covered by the vast forest. "This place feels uneasy; the wind seems unusually chaotic,"
Shiratori said, slowly closing her eyes. Master archers are far more attuned to factors like wind direction and speed than ordinary people. If they can't grasp the wind's movement, their arrows might be affected. "Let's go, old man, do you know where the Golden Body is?" Yang Yan asked. "According to family records, there's an entrance to a demon-sealing cave deep within this Devil's Forest. The Golden Body and magical artifacts are placed inside the cave," Teng Yuanzhai replied after careful consideration. "Then let's go." Yang Yan took the lead, with Shiranui Mai immediately following behind to protect him. This dense forest, which had existed for countless years, seemed exceptionally terrifying. Apart from the occasional gust of strange wind that swept through the thick trees with an unusually piercing sound, almost no other sounds could be heard. Even the most common birds in forests seemed to have disappeared here. Advancing through such a terrifying forest, all modern equipment was unusable. After nearly seven hours of trekking, this most powerful tomb-raiding team on the planet arrived at a large pit from which plumes of thick smoke carrying the smell of sulfur emanated. "This is the Demon-Sealing Cave." Even though this group was full of experts, they were all quite tired after such a day's trek, especially Teng Yuanzhai . Although he had always been known as the number one expert in Japan, he had hardly done any high-intensity training in recent years, and his body was clearly not up to the task. "We'll rest here for three hours before going into the cave." Yang Yan refused to believe that such a place had no protective facilities. In order to be in the best physical condition to deal with any possible emergencies, Yang Yan chose to rest for a while. Three hours passed quickly, and it was gradually getting dark. Since their watches had stopped working when they entered this demonic area, no one knew what time it was. "Let's go." Shiranui Mai had obviously anticipated this situation and had prepared seven electronic light tubes for each person. These were special equipment for expedition teams. Each tube could light up continuously for three hours, and seven tubes should be enough for everyone to walk back and forth. Once inside the cave, it wasn't particularly dark. Occasionally, a few emerald green will-o'-the-wisps would rise from the ground, only to be dispelled by the bright light from the light tubes. Strange stalagmites hung down from the cave walls, casting terrifying shadows under the bright light. Following the only passage through the cave, the group arrived at a black stone door sealed off by iron chains. This black door completely blocked the three-meter-high passageway, the thick chains, as thick as arms, densely wrapped around it. Before the door, a life-size statue of a monk sat silently. The middle-aged monk's statue appeared to be practicing esoteric Buddhism, his hands forming a lotus mudra. Beside him lay a heavy vajra, also exquisitely carved from stone. "This statue seems quite old; it should fetch a good price at auction," Yang Yan said, squatting down before the statue, examining it closely. "Dad, be careful! That's a living person!" Ba, who had been silently following behind Yang Yan, suddenly spoke up. "A living person?" Yang Yan looked at the statue with suspicion, tapping it a few times. The solid, heavy echo of the stone reverberated. "The carving on this thing is really impressive," Yang Yan said with a hearty laugh. Before Yang Yan could finish speaking, the stone statue suddenly opened its eyes. Indeed, they were definitely human eyes, though yellowish like an old man's, they were unmistakably those of a living person, moving nimbly. "What the hell? Wasn't Jianzhen a monk from over a thousand years ago? How could he still be alive?" Yang Yan's first thought was that this monk was Jianzhen. He immediately retreated, and Shiranui Mai and Shiranui Cho, both wielding swords, blocked his path. "By the way, Ba, how do you know this thing is alive?" Yang Yan asked Ba. "Hmm, Dad, have you forgotten that in RPG games, whenever a gate is sealed like this, it's always guarded by something disguised as a stone statue? Hmm, based on that theory, this person shouldn't be Jianzhen."

" That
's right, I did the same thing when I played the game."
Shiranui Butterfly and Ba seemed to be close in age, so they got along particularly well, and she immediately spoke up for Ba.
"Human, this is the place where demons are sealed. Please leave immediately."
It was as if he hadn't spoken for many years, and the Stone Monk's voice sounded so hoarse.
"I'm going to find Monk Jianzhen. Get out of my way right now."
Yang Yan obviously wouldn't leave this place just because of the Stone Monk's words.
"If you refuse to leave, then never leave."
It was unclear whether the Stone Monk had been sitting here for many years, but his temper was incredibly violent. He was ready to fight at the slightest provocation. The thick layer of rock covering the Stone Monk's body suddenly began to crack and then fell off, revealing the Stone Monk's dark brown skin. The Stone Monk was clearly a muscular man. Now that he was showing his true form, he was only wearing a tattered strip of cloth around his crotch. His muscles, like a full-body armor, seemed ready to unleash astonishing power at any moment. The arm, thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, grabbed the stone vajra stuck beside the stone monk. With a forceful shake, the stone on the surface of the vajra fell off, revealing a pure gold vajra.
"Wow, ancient monks were so rich! This vajra alone made my trip here worthwhile."
Yang Yan wasn't worried about the stone monk at all. With two Heavenly Ninja, Mai Shiranui and Cho Shiranui, by his side, and Hanachiyo's strength comparable to a Heavenly Ninja, plus his seemingly omnipotent Eye of Desire, this monk who seemed to only have brute strength was nothing to worry about.
"I am the last of the four disciples of the Great Tang Holy Monk Jianzhen, the Dharma Protector Monk Youyou."
The stone monk's voice gradually became more familiar, and he loudly proclaimed, holding the vajra horizontally in front of his chest.
"Dharma Protector Monk?"
Yang Yan looked at the old man in confusion.
"...Among orthodox Buddhist monks, there is a special category called Dharma Protector Monks, just like the martial monks of Shaolin in China. They specialize in the art of protecting the Dharma and subduing demons, which is what is generally called a fighter."
Shiranui Yue replied.
"So you're a professional thug, no wonder you have such muscles."
Yang Yan looked at Youyou's terrifying muscles; with that physique, you could definitely win the world bodybuilding championship.
"Leave now, or I'll spare your lives."
The stone monk slammed his demon-subduing pestle into the ground, the immense force seemingly making the entire cave tremble.
"Get out of the way immediately, or I'll cut off your bald head."
Shiranui Mai slowly drew her long sword and said coldly.
"You're asking for death."
Since Youyou specializes in demon-subduing techniques, her temper is clearly extremely violent. With a roar, the demon-subduing pestle, weighing hundreds of pounds, slammed towards Shiranui Mai at an astonishing speed with a tremendous roar.
"Break!"
Shiranui Mai shouted coldly, holding her sword with both hands, actually withstanding Youyou's heavy blow. The Vajra pestle is a heavy weapon, and the pure gold Vajra pestle in Youyou's hand weighs several times more than an ordinary one. Although the sword is known as the king of short weapons, the Tang sword commonly used by the Japanese is clearly unsuitable for a head-on clash with such a blunt, heavy weapon as the Vajra pestle.
With a deafening clang of metal clashing, the massive Vajra pestle in Youyou's hand slammed heavily onto the long sword in Mai Shiranui's hand. Mai Shiranui, who was parrying with all her might, seemed to have been shrunk by half by the astonishing force. Upon closer inspection, Mai Shiranui's slender body remained upright, but a deep pit, two meters in diameter and reaching her waist, had been created beneath her feet. This showed just how astonishing the force of Youyou's strike was.
"Rise!"
As expected of the ninja who had followed Kagerou the longest, Mai Shiranui shouted coldly the moment Youyou was exhausted. Her entire body sprang up like a spring, and the Vajra pestle in Youyou's hand was immediately deflected. Mai Shiranui rose from the ground, and her snow-white long sword transformed into a white lightning bolt, slashing directly at Youyou.
Chapter 75 The Little Vajra Immovable Mantra
A series of violent collisions between the longsword and the vajra rang out. The powerful monk Youyou, with the strength of an ox, was actually forced back by Mai Shiranui's relentless attacks. Only when his body pressed against the stone door behind him did a spray of blood appear. Youyou's chest was ripped open by Shiranui's longsword, leaving a wound about a finger's width wide. Shiranui Mai swiftly withdrew her sword and retreated.
"Sister, are you alright?"
Noticing Shiranui Mai's breathing had become rapid, Shiranui Butterfly asked with concern.
"I'm fine. This bull seems to have practiced some kind of Chinese protective martial art. Even with my full-force strike, I couldn't cut him in two. This bull is hard to kill."
Shiranui Mai looked at her longsword, now riddled with nicks from the previous collisions. This alloy longsword from the Shiranui family laboratory had so many nicks from the collisions; the monk's vajra was clearly no ordinary weapon.
"The most powerful vajra in recorded history is the Vajra Vajra held by the legendary Western Guardian Deity, Wei Hu. It is said that the vajra is as light as a feather when held, yet as heavy as Mount Tai when struck; it is truly a supreme weapon. The other guardian monks' vajras are all forged by themselves, each with its own unique effects. These magical weapons of the guardian monks are not something ordinary weapons can withstand, so don't try to fight them head-on,"
Shiranui Yue warned.
"You people are indeed very powerful; no wonder you dared to barge in. You even managed to wound my Vajra Indestructible Body. However, your good luck has ended. I will kill you with my strongest power."
Youyou casually wiped some blood from her chest and licked it with her rough tongue. The bloody smell actually excited her.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Eight Divine Powers, Vajra Ksitigarbha, Supreme Peacock."
Youyou's large hand, stained with blood, drew a strange hand seal in the air. The air in the entire cave suddenly became fiery hot. As Youyou chanted, countless intertwined tattoos appeared on her skin. Most of these tattoos depicted wrathful Vajras wielding vajras, while others featured celestial war gods like Asura and slaying demons like Yakshas. With Youyou's chanting, the tattoos seemed to come alive, and strange rays of light surged from her body. Finally, all the rays converged on Youyou's brow, where a wrathful Vajra pattern appeared. Then, all the tattoos and light vanished, and Youyou stood there as if reborn.
There was no change in her physique or facial features; apart from the wrathful Vajra pattern on her brow, Youyou's appearance was almost unchanged. However, everyone present sensed that Youyou had changed.
The violent aura had completely vanished. Although Yuuyu no longer appeared as tyrannical as before, she wasn't simply calm. The oppressive feeling, like a giant bomb about to explode, made everyone extremely uncomfortable.
"Little girl, try again,"
Yuuyu said coldly, pointing at Mai Shiranui. The chest that Mai Shiranui had previously slashed now seemed completely unmarked, the strong muscles displaying skin that looked as if coated with oil.
"Is that so?"
Mai Shiranui's voice had barely faded when she vanished completely, a lightning-fast strike landing on Yuuyu's chest. A muffled thud followed, and Mai Shiranui staggered back.
"How about that? Couldn't get in, could you?"
Yuuyu said smugly. Mai Shiranui's sudden attack hadn't even severed a single hair on Yuuyu's head. Everyone was astonished; Mai Shiranui's blade could even cleave the gods of Takamagahara in two.
"That's the Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra from the Theravada Buddhist teachings. The one who recites it is as if possessed by a Vajra, impervious to swords and blades, possessing boundless strength,"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"You're quite something, kid, you actually know the Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra,"
Youyou remarked, clearly only now realizing that someone in this world still remembered the almost completely forgotten Theravada teachings.
Theravada Buddhism was originally the oldest branch of Buddhism, originating even before the birth of Vairocana Buddha. After Vairocana Buddha founded Mahayana Buddhism, Theravada gradually faded from people's memories. Most of the Buddhism transmitted in China before the Tang Dynasty was Theravada. Later, the Tang Monk traveled west and brought back Mahayana Buddhism from India, and Theravada gradually disappeared into the long river of history.
"Although most Hinayana teachings are incredibly powerful, the conditions for practice are extremely demanding. The Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra is a secret method achieved through abstinence. The practitioner must be a virgin and must remain so; otherwise, it will cause a backlash from the mantra, and the days of being refined by the Vajra Flames will be unbearable. The worst part is that once this mantra is successfully practiced, lust will erupt completely every three months, each time more intense than the last. If one cannot withstand it, it will immediately cause a backlash from the mantra. Therefore, most people who practice this mantra are psychologically abnormal,"
Yang Yan said smugly. This mantra was recorded in some of the books given to him by the Half-Benevolent Living Buddha. It was truly astonishing that someone actually dared to practice such a perverse mantra.
"Boy, you talk too much nonsense."
Even Youyou, a monk who had achieved some success in his cultivation, felt a little embarrassed and angry that his private information about his cultivation had been exposed.
"Once I cut off his head, I'll know if his spell is truly invincible."
Mai Shiranui said, carefully examining Yuu's entire body. No one is perfect, and nothing in the world is flawless; there must be a way to cut through him.
"Then you can try."
Yuu slowly approached Mai Shiranui, carrying her vajra.
"As you wish."
Mai Shiranui increased her power again, instantly transforming into lightning and attacking Yuu once more.
"A hateful fly!"
Yuu shouted angrily, her vajra suddenly appearing in front of Mai Shiranui. The moment Mai Shiranui's longsword touched the vajra, she immediately felt an almost irresistible, terrifying force surge from her sword into her arm. With a deafening clang like a great bell, Mai Shiranui's body was thrown back.
Swift as lightning, even Shiranui Mai, also a Tennin, had no time to react. Just as she was about to fall to the hard ground, she felt a pair of strong arms catch her at the waist. Then, the terrifying, irresistible force emanating from her was completely neutralized by those arms.
"Master!"
Shiranui Mai realized that the one who caught her was none other than her master, Yang Yan.
"You're no match for him. Let me handle him."
Without another word, Yang Yan took the longsword from Shiranui Mai's hand—the one broken in the clash with the Vajra Pestle.
"Indestructible Vajra, Immovable Supreme. Let me see if your Little Vajra Immovable Mantra truly possesses the legendary power."
Yang Yan gripped the hilt with one hand and held the broken blade, which he had somehow found in his hand, in the other. He pieced the broken blade back together, casually squeezed it a few times, and when he released his hand, the broken longsword was perfectly reassembled.
"A thousand years ago, I don't know how many of the Takamagahara gods of your level I killed. Come at me all at once,"
Yuu said proudly to Yang Yan and the others. Back then, when Jianzhen came from the east, he subdued the Yamata no Orochi, the main god of Takamagahara, with his boundless Buddhist power. Those guys from Takamagahara actually united to attack Jianzhen's golden body in order to rescue Yamata no Orochi. As a result, they were utterly defeated by Yuu, the guardian monk with the most powerful magic-subduing ability among Jianzhen's disciples. For so many years, Yuu had been guarding Jianzhen's seal alone, and enduring the negative effects of the Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra year after year. Now, having a rare opportunity to take action, his suppressed emotions made him want to kill all these annoying guys and chop them into mincemeat.
"No need, I can handle you by myself."
Yang Yan picked up his long sword, which he had just repaired, and squinted at the violent monk in front of him. Although he always hated to fight personally, it seemed that only he had the ability to deal with this monk.
Chapter 75 Yang Yan vs. Guardian Monk Youyou
"Take care of me? You think you can?"
Youyou looked at Yang Yan as if he were an idiot.
"Me."
Yang Yan blew a breath onto the still chipped blade, which, though repaired, seemed to possess the power to melt metal and forge iron. The previously damaged blade instantly became straight and gleaming, as if newly forged.
"This isn't magic..."
There are countless kinds of magic in this world—human-used, non-human-used, Eastern Taoist arts and sorcery, Western magical miracles, even the small island nation of Japan has its own esoteric sects, Onmyoji arts, incantations, and so on. However, any magic must have magical traces—chanting, prayer, hand gestures, or meditation. For Yang Yan to so easily melt metal and forge iron with a mere breath is definitely beyond the limits of magic in this world. Seeing Yang Yan's display, Youyou immediately became wary of this seemingly harmless man.
"Spells? I don't know such low-level stuff. Before me, all spells are like illusions."
Yang Yan looked at the blade he had created with satisfaction, casually slung the long sword over his shoulder, and smiled at Youyou.
"Who exactly are you?"
Youyou could vaguely sense a strange aura emanating from the man before her. It seemed both terrifying and weak, both real and illusory. Various extreme auras emanated from this man.
"Me? I am the strongest person in this world. You can call me the Descendant of the Dragon, or you can call me the Master of the King's Eye."
Yang Yan revealed a strange smile.
"The King's Eye?"
Youyou stared intently at the seemingly arrogant man before her. This title was very unfamiliar, yet it seemed to have never stopped. This man was not to be underestimated.
"Either step aside, or I will kill you here."
Yang Yan's eyes faintly emitted a blood-red light, as if he didn't take Youyou, the Buddhist protector who had guarded the golden body of the monk Jianzhen for a thousand years, seriously at all.
"I am here by order of Patriarch Jianzhen to guard this gate. If you wish to open it, you will have to step over my dead body."
Facing Yang Yan, the Dharma Protector Monk Youyou finally focused his attention. This man, whose strength was completely unfathomable, seemed to truly possess the power to kill him.
"Then die."
Yang Yan had never had any goodwill towards men who opposed him. Since he wanted to die, then he would send him to hell to repent.
Yang Yan strode towards the Dharma Protector Monk Youyou.
"Namo Vajra Wrathful Bodhisattva."
The Dharma Protector Monk Youyou uttered a unique Buddhist chant, and the Vajra Pestle in his hand slammed down on Yang Yan with immense power.
"I am invincible."
A deafening clang of metal echoed through the cave. Yang Yan, wielding his sword in one hand, blocked the massive Vajra pestle wielded by the Dharma Protector Monk Youyou. No matter how much force Youyou exerted with the Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra, Yang Yan remained unmoved, his sword seemingly blocking nothing at all.
"How...how is this possible..."
The Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra is the most powerful mantra in Theravada Buddhism. Once Youyou unleashes its power, he instantly possesses the strength of ten dragons and ten tigers. While not enough to move mountains or fill seas, it is certainly beyond the resistance of ordinary people. Even the Yamata no Orochi could not withstand such superhuman strength. Could this man before him possess power even greater than ten dragons and ten tigers?
"Ten dragons and ten tigers only have this level of power? Then you are truly doomed."
Yang Yan's eyes blazed with a crimson light, the supreme power of the Eye of Desire coursing through his entire body.
"Namo Vajra Wrathful Bodhisattva..."
Youyou closed her eyes and chanted the Buddhist mantra softly. With each recitation, the strength in her arms increased. As Youyou chanted the mantra faster and faster, the force pressing down on Yangyan's longsword grew stronger.
"Keep pushing harder."
Yangyan, with his bloodshot eyes, revealed a cruel smile.
"Namo, Namo..."
The Dharma Protector Monk Youyou had now pushed the Lesser Vajra Immovable Mantra to its limit. Her bones creaked and groaned, and only the two words "Namo" remained in her mouth. Sweat poured from her body like a fountain, and her armor-like muscles twisted violently. The bulging veins and crimson face declared that Youyou was nearing her limit.
"You're dead."
Yang Yan's crimson eyes suddenly erupted with a terrifying red light. Then, the long sword that had been holding Youyou's Vajra Pestle seemed to split into two. Upon closer inspection, it was even more as if Yang Yan himself had split into two, seemingly breaking free from his original body. A gleaming long sword, like lightning, sliced through the gaps in Youyou's solid chest muscles. The sharp sword seemed to slice through the seemingly impenetrable skin without any resistance, then cut through the gaps in the muscles, separating the muscles and bones from Youyou's chest. A spray of blood instantly stained the earth red.
"No..."
Youyou, clearly seeing her body being dissected, roared like a tiger. The heavy Vajra Pestle in her hand suddenly fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Yang Yan, who had been holding the Vajra Pestle, seemed to vanish into thin air like a shadow, leaving only the Yang Yan who had easily dissected Youyou.
"Master, I've lost..."
Youyou's life force seemed to gradually disappear with the gushing blood. The wrathful Vajra pattern between her brows faded until it vanished completely. Youyou's empty, enormous eyes lost all luster. Her life, which had endured for a thousand years, finally died completely at this moment.
"Master, you are truly powerful."
Seeing the colossal monster she couldn't contend with being killed by Yang Yan in such a shocking way, Shiranui Mai looked at Yang Yan with eyes full of admiration—admiration for someone with unparalleled power.
"Is that so?"
Yang Yan chuckled and handed the long sword in his hand to Shiranui Mai.
"This sword..."
The long sword that returned to Shiranui Mai's hand was only half intact, and the blade was still incomplete. Shiranui Mai was completely stunned by the strange change before her eyes.
"Actually, my strength is at most a little higher than yours. If I were to fight this monster head-on, I would definitely not be able to win. So, it wasn't me who killed him, but himself."
Yang Yan looked at Youyou's corpse and sighed.
"This is..."
Following Yang Yan's gaze, everyone immediately saw the most bizarre scene: Youyou's corpse lying on the ground was completely intact. Although the muscles in his chest had lost their luster due to death, not a single puncture had broken the skin. The area where Yang Yan had dissected him was completely undamaged.
"Most Buddhist power comes from faith, which is what Buddhists often call the power of vows. Make a vow, and you get power in return. Although the Little Vajra Immovable Mantra is a lower-level Buddhist practice, it is still within this circle. The Little Vajra Immovable Mantra empowers itself with the power of Vajra vows, exchanging it for Vajra power. Unless we really have the power to kill the Vajra guardians of Buddhism, we simply cannot kill him. Unfortunately, every advantage has its disadvantage. Nothing in the world is perfect. Buddhism places too much emphasis on the power of vows, which has become his fatal flaw."
Yang Yan said with a hint of pity.
"As long as he believes he has Vajra protection, he can possess Vajra power. Similarly, as long as he believes he was killed by me, then he will naturally die. Whether I kill him or not is irrelevant. I merely showed him a fleeting illusion. Because he was convinced he had been dissected by me, he truly died." "
This is probably what is called inner demons. Among all religions, Buddhism suffers from the most severe inner demons, which seems inseparable from your explanation."
The old man, Teng Yuanzhai, seemed to have grasped many martial arts principles, exhibiting a sense of sudden enlightenment.
"Amitabha."
A loud Buddhist chant suddenly rang out, and Youyou's lifeless body suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, filling the entire cave with a rich fragrance.
"What's going on?"
Although the fragrance was exceptionally pleasant, this sudden change made everyone wary of Youyou's corpse.
"It's alright, no need to be so serious. This guy has guarded this gate for a thousand years; he must have achieved his goal and is preparing to return to paradise."
Yang Yan said nonchalantly. When he defeated Youyou, Yang Yan had already anticipated this outcome. These matters were described in detail in the notes given to him by the Half-Buddha.

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