Slaughter God Demon Blade, Turning the Tide[Monthly Ticket Requested]

Yan Long stood before the mountain gate of Dragon Arising Temple, his right hand gripping a broadsword in reverse, its tip stuck into the stone steps, having carved a hole into them. He was nearly two meters tall, clad in black armor and trousers, revealing his strong arms. His face was weathered, yet his brow still exuded arrogance. His long, grizzled hair was casually disheveled, like the mane of a lion.

He appeared to be over sixty years old, but his physical strength surpassed that of most young people.

The disciples of Dragon Arising Temple stood in rows before the small bridge, fully prepared, though they were not nervous, but rather somewhat excited.

They could watch the Taoist Priest take action again!

Soon, Jiang Changsheng arrived, and the disciples quickly made way for him.

Jiang Changsheng stopped and sized up Yan Long. His true qi was not bad; he was indeed a reclusive expert.

After Sword Madman's death, ordinary martial artists dared not come up the mountain to challenge him. Those who did were either peerless experts or those nearing death. Clearly, Yan Long was both.

Yan Long was also sizing up Jiang Changsheng, inwardly shocked. This Taoist Priest was so young, looking like a mere child. Had he really suppressed half the martial world?

Yan Long suddenly noticed Xu Tianji holding a broom and couldn't help but mock, "The dignified Returning Origin Divine Sect Master has been reduced to sweeping floors for others."

Xu Tianji nonchalantly replied, "Although I sweep the floor, I am still alive. You will soon be dead, and this broom will be used to collect your corpse."

The two were at loggerheads, clearly having an old grudge.

Yan Long was too lazy to argue with him and refocused his gaze on Jiang Changsheng, saying, "Changsheng Taoist Priest, make your move. Don't hold back. Let this old man witness the true strength of the martial arts legend, and preferably let me die here."

Jiang Changsheng drew the Taihang Sword and smiled, "I can grant you that."

This person was too old; even if he were left alive to guard the mountain, he wouldn't last many years. He might as well just kill him.

Yan Long's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly swung his blade. His speed was extremely fast. With a single slash, afterimages appeared one after another, as if dozens of slashes were executed simultaneously. Countless blade energies swept towards Jiang Changsheng like a storm, creating a grand spectacle that moved all the disciples.

Such powerful blade qi! Compared to Sword Madman, this was visibly stronger, causing people to tremble involuntarily.

Jiang Changsheng raised the Taihang Sword. His speed in raising the sword was even faster. He pointed the sword at Yan Long, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade unleashed even more violent sword qi, overwhelming everything with the force of a landslide, instantly dispelling the raging blade qi.

"That is… how is that possible!"

Yan Long's eyes widened, filled with horror.

Rumble—

The loud noise from Dragon Arising Mountain startled the people in the city. Countless people turned their heads to look, only to see a spectacular scene on the mountaintop. A visible wave of qi burst from the summit, scattering the sea of clouds, stretching for thousands of feet, as if tearing the sky apart.

This magnificent scene was breathtaking. The Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins and Disaster Buddha within the Prince Qin's mansion landed on the eaves, watching Dragon Arising Temple with apprehension.

"That Demonic Taoist is getting stronger and stronger…"

Gui Liu muttered to himself, and the others shared the same thought.

On the mountaintop, before the mountain gate of Dragon Arising Temple.

The sword qi dissipated, and the wind and clouds seemed to settle.

Everyone looked at Yan Long and gasped.

Yan Long had turned into a bloody mess, trembling all over. With a thud, he fell straight forward, blood splattering everywhere. His blade also clattered to the ground.

Jiang Changsheng expressionlessly said, "Send Senior Mad Blade Yan Long to the Hero's Graveyard."

Having said that, he turned and left. All the disciples looked at him with awe. Xu Tianji, Jiang Ziyu, Huang Chuan, Wang Chen, and the others were the same.

In the distance, on the eaves of a roof, Hua Jian Xin, clad in white, lowered her head slightly, a soft hum escaping from beneath her mask: "He really knows how to show off."

Her voice was full of amusement.

The disciples cheered, feeling honored by the Taoist Priest's performance.

Back in his room, a line of text appeared before Jiang Changsheng:

[In the 40th year of Kaiyuan, Mad Blade Yan Long came to enter the Hero's Graveyard. You successfully survived his challenge, overcoming a calamity, and received a survival reward - the martial art 'Slaughter God Demon Blade']

Martial art?

A bit lacking, but having one more skill is good. It can be passed down to Dragon Arising Temple, and it can also provide an extra means of disguise when facing invincible enemies in the future.

Jiang Changsheng began to inherit the Slaughter God Demon Blade.

Slaughter God Demon Blade, the blade technique is as its name suggests, a blade technique of a slaughter god, a blade technique of a demon, exceptionally overbearing. Through slaughter, it will continuously enhance the blade aura, even burning qi and blood to fuel the blade aura. It is an extreme martial art, prone to shortening one's lifespan, but in desperate situations, it might carve out a path to survival.

Mad Blade's defeat at Dragon Arising Temple and burial in the Hero's Graveyard quickly spread throughout the Great Jing martial world. The image of Changsheng Taoist Priest once again changed in the minds of martial artists, especially when they thought of his tribulation.

He's not human!

The name of Changsheng Immortal Master gradually began to circulate, initiated by those who believed in Jiang Changsheng, and later recognized by more and more people. Only by acknowledging Jiang Changsheng as an immortal master could martial artists gain a trace of comfort.

It seemed that no matter how strong a master was, they were vulnerable in front of Jiang Changsheng. He was too powerful, so powerful that he paled other masters in comparison.

About a month after the Mad Blade fell, Wan Li returned with his disciples, bringing a batch of new disciples, more than fifty in total, all of whom were displaced orphans.

"Taoist Priest, your incantation is too long! I was almost killed when I recited it before, but then I found out that I could cast it as soon as true qi entered. Are you tricking me!"

Wan Li sat in front of Jiang Changsheng, complaining. The others in the courtyard couldn't help but laugh, and Xu Tianji even clutched his stomach, mocking Wan Li for being honest.

Jiang Changsheng said, "Sincerity brings efficacy. If it's an emergency, you don't have to do it that way. You can judge for yourself."

Wan Li was just grumbling. The talisman paper was really useful. He said excitedly, "Many sects want to buy talisman paper from us, Taoist Priest. This could develop into a big business."

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said, "Isn't the incense money enough for you to earn? How can there be so much talisman paper? I also need to cultivate."

That was the truth. The talisman paper printed with spells consumed spiritual energy. If he supplied it in large quantities, how would he cultivate?

Wan Li scratched his head and didn't say anything more. Then he bragged to Jiang Ziyu and Huang Chuan about his experiences in the martial world over the past two years, making the two young men yearn for it. However, the good times didn't last long. Xu Tianji jumped out to show off, his stories were even more exciting, making the two young men even more curious.

Spring passed and summer came, early July.

Bad news came from the northern border of Great Jing. Prince Qin Jiang Yu and his elite troops were ambushed by an army of 400,000. Two Grandmaster from Gu Han joined forces and killed twenty-two generals in a row. Prince Qin, under the protection of Zong Tianwu, fought his way out of the encirclement, but the army suffered 70 to 80 percent casualties, and nearly 100,000 soldiers turned into white bones, with blood flowing like a river.

This army was Prince Qin's elite, previously invincible. Such a disastrous defeat made the Great Jing civil and military officials and the people panic.

"Waste! What a waste!"

In the Golden Luan Hall, Jiang Yu roared, trembling with anger.

A general couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, Prince Qin has at least made many contributions. There is no undefeated army."

Jiang Yu glared at him and said, "If Prince Qin hadn't been greedy for merit, would this have happened?"

He cursed loudly, causing the general to be filled with shame and indignation.

Jiang Yuan sat on the dragon throne, expressionless, not interrupting.

Now, Jiang Yu was already suspected of overstepping his authority. He no longer consulted Jiang Yuan on many matters, issuing orders directly. This sign began with Jiang Yu re-establishing a princess consort and declaring his illegitimate son as the eldest son.

Jiang Yu calmed his mood and snorted, "Gu Han has three Grandmasters, who are self-righteous. This Prince will invite four experts no less skilled than Grandmasters to go and eliminate Gu Han's three Grandmasters. Let's see if they dare to be arrogant. Pass down the order, this Prince will personally lead the expedition!"

As soon as these words came out, the civil and military officials looked at each other, but no one stopped him. Even if Jiang Yu died, it wouldn't matter, as there were plenty of princes anyway.

On the other side.

Inside Dragon Arising Temple, Jiang Changsheng lay on White Dragon's body. Now, White Dragon's serpentine body was much wider than his shoulders, perfectly capable of serving as a bed. He used the Kirin Whisk to shield his eyes, as if he were napping, but in reality, he was checking his Incense value.

Recently, his Incense value had surged, already exceeding seven hundred.

He had figured out one thing: when Great Jing was in danger, Incense increased rapidly. Mortals could only pray for the blessings of immortals and gods. When Great Jing was at peace, mortals were busy making money, busy surviving, and had hope in life, so they wouldn't believe in immortals, gods, or the Heavenly Dao.

Of course, the main reason was that information was transmitted too slowly. Those who could come to Dragon Arising Temple to burn Incense were not common people. If the common people wanted to understand his wonders, they had to rely on the Dragon Arising Temple disciples traveling the world to preach for him.

There was still one thing he couldn't figure out: if a person offered him Incense, even if it was just a little, would that person's Incense value reappear after the previous tribulation consumption? Perhaps the seven hundred-plus Incense value included those previous people, but the Survival System had not provided an explanation, and he could only passively accept it.

In any case, Incense value was just icing on the cake and could never become his core reliance. He still had to focus on cultivation.

After breaking through to the sixth level, he had not stopped cultivating. According to the pattern, the next breakthrough would probably be decades later. This was still at the speed of daily cultivation. If he slacked off every now and then, it would probably take hundreds of years.

"What, you want to join the army? Nonsense, you're only eleven years old, are you crazy?"

Wang Chen's voice came from the side. It turned out that Jiang Ziyu wanted to join the army after learning that Prince Qin had been defeated, but now he respected Jiang Changsheng the most, and all his ideas had to be asked of Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Ziyu stubbornly said, "Although I am young, my martial arts are already beyond the reach of ordinary soldiers, and Ping An can follow me. Didn't Uncle Tianji say that Ping An can already tear Peerless Experts apart with his bare hands?"

Xu Tianji quickly shouted, "I was exaggerating. If a Peerless Expert stood there and let him hit, he really couldn't withstand it, but a Peerless Expert would definitely dodge."

Jiang Ziyu glared at him, very dissatisfied. Xu Tianji glared back provocatively. He was, after all, a former sect leader.

"You wait, one day, I will make the Returning Origin Divine Sect submit to me, and make you this guy follow me on military expeditions," Jiang Ziyu shouted.

Xu Tianji picked his ears and said, "My Little Prince Wei, unless you become the emperor, even if your father wants to make you the Crown Prince, how many years will you have to wait to ascend the throne? By then, I might already be in Hero's Graveyard."

The name of Hero's Graveyard had already spread. Many martial arts experts came to visit under the guise of burning Incense. The tombstones of Sword Madman and Mad Blade were enough to make the martial world yearn. Xu Tianji planned to be buried here in the future, worthy of the prestige of a generation of martial arts overlord.

"Alright, Ziyu, don't be anxious, your teacher will teach you something now."

Jiang Changsheng's voice floated over, and Jiang Ziyu immediately ran over, listening attentively.

"If you want to realize your ambitions, when you appear is crucial."

Jiang Changsheng said leisurely, "Only by turning the tide when the building is about to collapse can you achieve the greatest merit, which is also when you are closest to the throne. If you join the army now, you will most likely die. Even if you make contributions, they will be small. Wait a few more years, and then you and Ping An will both have the courage of ten thousand men, and you will be able to absorb more generals."

Jiang Ziyu frowned. He understood the reasoning, but he was afraid he couldn't wait.

"What if Great Jing is defeated in these few years?"

"So what if it's defeated? The land of the Thirteen Provinces is so vast that a country cannot be destroyed in a few years."

"What if the Gu Han kill their way to Jing City, to the foot of the emperor?"

"Then your teacher will teach you how to truly turn the tide."

Jiang Ziyu was shocked by Jiang Changsheng's calm and understated words. What kind of powerful strength would allow him to say such confident words, leaving him unable to refute?

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