Which Great Han Are You From?

"Hello, Minister Han."

Takagi sat in the courtyard and answered a phone call.

"What news... Oh, we definitely didn't do that. You know our sect's principles; we wouldn't change Seven Stars halfway through—that's a major taboo in missionary development."

"Now I can make money even while lying down. I'm too old, there's no reason for me to do anything, and I can't keep up with the pace. This must be a new, emerging group."

Takagi laughed heartily, exchanged a few pleasantries with the person on the other end, and then hung up the phone.

Under the sunlight, the Sect Leader Yeming appeared somewhat taciturn, closing his eyes to rest, and said without even opening his eyelids, "Didn't you cultivate your relationships with the government officials well? Why is it that every time something happens, they think of you?"

"My friendship with Minister Han is very strong every year, and I have enough influence to make them dare not give up this relationship."

Takagi said, "This person doesn't really suspect me. It's just that, out of all the sects in Busan, only my One-Character Spiritual Cultivation Society has been rooted in this city since its inception. So he wanted to ask if I had any clues about this matter."

The Sect Leader Yeming nodded slightly.

"While Bat Demonic Poison has many benefits, it can also cause significant changes in a person's habits, such as an aversion to sunlight; therefore, it should not be used excessively."

"But I still have some formulas for elixirs and poisons. When I have time in the future, I can gather all the ingredients and use these secret medicines to control these people in the open as well."

As he said this, he suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Someone has already found the Divine Bat Envoy went out to cause trouble; he exudes a strong aura of malevolence."

Takagi exclaimed in surprise, "So fast?! Someone so vicious isn't easy to work with, is he?"

This person did not directly ask the Divine Bat Envoy for directions.

The Sect Leader Yeming said, "Either they also have the sincerity to cooperate, or they have keen insight and can see that the Divine Bat Envoy's physique is unusual, so the envoy can only lead the way voluntarily."

"In either case, it shows that he is rational."

Sect Leader Yeming waved his sleeves.

"You should leave here first; I'll receive him in this courtyard."

Takagi nodded and immediately got up to leave.

The Sect Leader Yeming lingered in this hillside villa for too long, absorbing a deep aura from it. Even if the cult leader went elsewhere to meet with others...

If the other party has actually met the cult leader, they might be able to find this place later by relying on a similar aura.

On the contrary, Takagi, being a real human, didn't have such a distinct cultivation level or aura. By concealing his abilities and leaving on his own initiative, he was less likely to be tracked.

The headquarters of the One-Character Spiritual Cultivation Society is not located in this hillside villa. He has retreated to his own secretly constructed lair, which is extremely well hidden.

The Sect Leader Yeming sat silently for a moment in the courtyard corridor, facing the sunlight.

His name contained the character "Ming," which was already a taboo subject in the Great Qing.

Back when he was in the Luo Patriarch Sect, he either called himself the Sect Leader Ye or humbly referred to himself as the Bat Dharma Master.

This restraint of his brilliance was the right thing to do, but after he achieved great success in his cultivation, he felt as if it had become a kind of shackle.

Even though he had mastered the "Divine Bat Rebirth Great Art" to perfection, he was still only at the level of night, only able to absorb the essence of moonlight, and unable to reach the "Bright Bat" realm, which could also absorb the essence of sunlight.

Although he was chosen by the Grotto-Heaven, he broke through the Taboo and spent hundreds of years in lucid contemplation.

Even in daylight, one can sense the lingering effects of the moonlight from the past. Borrowing the essence of the moonlight is effortless, but it still doesn't feel quite right.

"Would deliberately being more flamboyant and displaying a bold and responsible attitude change my mindset?"

The Sect Leader Yeming pondered in his heart.

The potential of different Evil Spirit Evil Spirit varies greatly.

If, upon transforming into the master of Grotto-Heaven, one can leverage this momentum to transform into Evil Spirit capable of absorbing even the essence of sunlight, their future achievements will be limitless.

The Sect Leader Yeming slowly rose, took a few steps forward, fully exposing himself to the sunlight, and waved his sleeves.

A gust of wind ripped open the gilded iron gate.

"Haha, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar! Please come in!"

Not far from the door, the red-eyed youth, who was the Divine Bat Envoy, was wearing a hat and walking over, looking rather uncomfortable in the sunlight.

The young man behind the envoy had eyes as black as lacquer, a pale face, and rosy lips. His hair, as black as ink, swayed slightly in the wind, yet possessed an eerie vitality.

It was as if every hair was alive, ready to be devoured by the wind at any moment.

The Sect Leader Yeming had already seen this person through the messenger's vision, but now that he had witnessed him in person, he could better understand the chilling aura he felt.

The evil aura emanating from this person, though seemingly faint and illusory in its individual strands, was so numerous and complex that it formed an astonishing, intangible, and unpredictable presence.

"You're the cult leader?"

The man passed the guiding messenger, walked towards the gate, and smiled.

The moment he stepped through the gate, the malevolent aura emanating from him suddenly subsided considerably, and his smile appeared to be one of simple joy.

Looking at this person again, one's attention is no longer drawn to his face, but rather to his clothing.

He seemed to be just a modern young man who doesn't often sunbathe, out for a picnic.

The Sect Leader Yeming grew even more cautious, and smiled, "I am a successor of the Luo Sect, my Dharma name is Yeming. May I ask your guidance, brother?"

"So you're from the Luo Sect."

Chu Tianshu said, "I don't have such a prominent religious background as you, but I am of the same generation as your sect's founder."

"In the southeastern region of the Great Ming, I was once somewhat well-known; people called me the Layman Tian."

"Unfortunately, I don't like to show off, and I don't have many famous deeds. I'm afraid my name won't be recorded in history."

The Sect Leader Yeming laughed heartily, "You seem to be indifferent to fame and fortune, but you are also a person dedicated to cultivation; otherwise, you would never have such a foundation. Please come in quickly."

He led Chu Tianshu into the courtyard and casually waved his sleeve at the messenger.

The messenger's arms cracked and popped, then suddenly twisted back to their normal joint range. The blood in his body writhed on his skin like red earthworms, visible from the back of his hands to his neck.

In this way, not only are the broken bones set, but the muscles and blood vessels are also restored, saving the need for rest.

This isn't some kind of medical skill, but rather the Sect Leader Yeming's ability to manipulate the blood within this messenger at will.

"The cult leader has excellent methods."

Chu Tianshu sat down at the tea table without any ceremony, turning his head to look at the others. "In this foreign land, you've already produced obedient servants so quickly."

"Poor me, this Incense-Bearing Child is so useless. Among the common knowledge he shared with me, there wasn't even any local language. I had to rely on a translator to communicate with the locals."

The Sect Leader Yeming's eyes flickered slightly.

It sounds like the Incense-Bearing Child on their head is likely a tourist from out of town...

You don't need to overthink it.

Chu Tianshu picked up an orange from the table, peeled it as he said, "My Incense-Bearing Child is now sitting right in front of you."

The Sect Leader Yeming was slightly surprised and looked Chu Tianshu up and down. "You directly possessed your own Incense-Bearing Child?"

Although the Sect Leader Yeming is Evil Spirit, he still has a physical body and must use his corrupted physical form to unleash his full power.

If this person is Evil Spirit without a physical body, yet was chosen as one of the Seven Souls of the Grotto-Heaven, he must be a person with extremely high comprehension, enough to make up for the deficiency of not having a physical body.

However, the lack of a physical body remains a major drawback that cannot be ignored.

The Sect Leader Yeming thought of many things in an instant, then waved his hand dismissively, signaling the messenger to wait outside.

While Chu Tianshu appeared to be peeling an orange, his thoughts were no less complex than the other person's.

His gaze wasn't entirely focused on the oranges, but rather glanced sideways at the table and then swept across the floor.

He looked at the courtyard, which had been imbued with the other person's aura, trying to figure out their methods.

Can drawing a sword on the spot guarantee an immediate victory? Can it guarantee the opponent won't escape?

Hmm, let's stabilize things here first, and then notify Chen Ying.

As they each had a fleeting thought, the messenger had already stepped outside, pulled up his hat, and tried to completely block out the sunlight.

Suddenly a dark shadow appeared, completely shielding him from the sun's heat.

The envoy looked up in astonishment.

Click!!

A large hand gripped his neck, its five fingers tightening.

The messenger's neck was broken, not twisted, but gripped.

With sheer grip strength, it bursts as easily as squeezing a blood pack made of plastic.

Blood splattered on the iron gate, and just as the head was about to fall, it was caught by the uninvited guest's other hand, as if he were holding up a wine jar.

Who goes there?!

The Sect Leader Yeming stood not far inside the door, but he hadn't had time to protect his subordinate. He was furious, spread his arms, and unleashed a burst of sonic waves.

The sound waves he emitted were peculiar, not ordinary Sonic Art; they were concentric rings that spread outwards.

It resembled a chaotic, semi-transparent ripple, fan-shaped, rushing outwards.

It is clearly a sound wave, but it exceeds the speed at which normal sound travels through the air.

Buzz!!

The headless corpse of the messenger exploded on the spot, turning into hundreds of blood bats that swarmed onto the murderer.

The uninvited guest was a robust middle-aged man, tall and over 1.9 meters, with a high forehead, a long and thin face, a half-foot-long black beard, and large earlobes.

He wore a white suit with a snow-white fur-trimmed overcoat, the kind of clothes you'd only wear in the dead of winter.

The blood bats pounced on the man, but instead of staining his white clothes red, they transformed into invisible sound waves that penetrated his body.

This move made Chu Tianshu's eyes light up.

What amazing kung fu!!

The Sect Leader Yeming's technique actually allows invisible sound waves and exotic poisonous blood to transform into each other.

Since ancient times, those who cultivate poison techniques, if the poison is liquid, will find it difficult to accelerate to a point where even experts of the same level cannot dodge it.

Those who practice Sonic Art will find it difficult to maintain higher lethality if they want to maximize the penetrability of the energy.

However, what if sound waves and poisonous blood can be transformed into each other?

Once sound waves penetrate the human body, they transform into tangible poisonous blood, and their lethality is self-evident.

The white-clad man had been poisoned by the sonic waves, and even though he was wearing thick clothes, it was obvious that rats were crawling under the skin of his chest and arms.

The bulge even seemed to move down his neck towards his face, but got stuck at his chin, appearing deformed and swollen.

The man didn't seem to care; he just looked at the upside-down head in his left hand and spat.

"Once you escape to the seaside, you should have stayed hidden in the metal box and not moved. You moved again before I even showed up, forcing me to follow your scent all over again and track you back here."

After speaking, the man in white tossed aside the severed head in his hand and turned his gaze toward the Sect Leader Yeming.

He was tall, so to see the Sect Leader Yeming, he had to lower his head slightly and tuck his chin in.

The swollen bumps on his neck actually shrank back when he pressed his chin down.

Both Chu Tianshu and the Sect Leader Yeming sensed it.

This person didn't use anything else; he simply relied on his physical strength to dilute and digest the poisonous blood that had invaded his body.

The toxic blood appeared in his blood vessels, not his stomach, but this person seemed to have digestive abilities even in his blood vessels.

The Sect Leader Yeming solemnly asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you pull that stunt to find allies? Did I misunderstand you?"

The man in white spread his arms wide, palms outstretched, "The founding emperor of the Great Han Dynasty has come to form an alliance with you. Why don't you welcome him?"

Upon hearing this name, the Sect Leader Yeming's cheek twitched involuntarily, and his eyes gleamed strangely.

Chu Tianshu frowned and popped a segment of orange into his mouth.

"There are no traces of anything from before the Tang Dynasty at the Grotto-Heaven site, let alone any people from the early Han Dynasty."

Chu Tianshu crushed all the orange seeds with his teeth, glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and said, "You said you were Liu Bang?"

The man in white laughed loudly, "I will never change my name or surname; I am Liu Yan!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Tianshu suddenly realized and said, "Oh, the Southern Han."

Liu Yan, the founding emperor of the Southern Han dynasty during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

Although Yan Xing was intelligent and eloquent, he was fond of cruelty and abuse, even resorting to tortures such as branding, disemboweling, cutting off tongues, and pouring water down the nose. The people of the area lived like they were living in a furnace.

He was extravagant and lavish, building Jade Hall and pearl palaces adorned with gold, jade, and kingfisher feathers. When merchants traveled to his country, he boasted of its magnificence. He would often tell the northerners that his family Xian Qin and that he was ashamed to be the ruler of barbarians!

The territory ruled by Liu Yan was approximately five times the size of South Korea.

However, many strange things happened to him in his later years, such as frequently ordering people to inflict cruel tortures on him in the palace.

As the hammer pounded and the saw cut, and minced meat flew everywhere, Liu Yan actually drooled and laughed heartily.

People were terrified, regarding it as a dragon! A monster!

(End of this chapter)