Daitengu was not a monster who would give up easily. On the contrary, he could be said to be terrifyingly stubborn.

But he met the Jinjian who was even more stubborn than him.

Even after he tried his best to persuade him, and even completely disregarded his dignity as a great monster, this new Death God Fu was not moved at all. From beginning to end, he did not even frown.

Although Daitengu was very unwilling to accept such an outcome, there was nothing he could do.

He respected the wishes of the Jinjian, and because of this, he experienced the loss of helplessness for the first time.

In the end, Daitengu compromised and chose to temporarily retreat.

"Wait for me."

After leaving these two words, Daitengu spread his black wings, and just like how he came, he left with the strong wind. It could be said that he left decisively.

But in reality, although the figure of the other party had indeed disappeared, the sky above Sanjō Mansion was still lingering with a large amount of demonic aura.

It was as if the other party deliberately left it behind to declare his sovereignty, and at the same time, to deter those small fries.

At least in the following period of time, Sanjō Munechika had seen many monsters —

Some of them were huge, some were small, and each of them had a strange appearance.

The only thing they had in common was that they were all carrying their luggage and running out from every corner of the mansion. Then, they quickly ran out of the door and completely disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was only at this time that Sanjō Munechika realized — there were so many monsters hiding in his house?!

"Sanjō sama, do not worry.

The demonic aura left behind by Daitengu is harmless to the human body, and seems to have the effect of driving away evil. "

Haruaki Abe thought that Sanjō Munechika was worried about the demonic aura, and could not help but explain.

As he said so, Haruaki Abe divided his attention to sense, and then confirmed — —

Not a single demon hair could be seen in this huge mansion. It was even cleaner than the Yin Yang Masters' headquarters!

With the departure of the Great Demon that made everyone tremble in fear, the Yin Yang Masters who hurried over also heaved a sigh of relief. Then, without waiting for anyone to ask them to stay, they all left.

As a result, the three manors, which were originally crowded and noisy, returned to their original tranquility and emptiness.

It was under such circumstances that Jinjian welcomed his first night in this world.

…

Although Sanjō Munechika had arranged a room for Jinjian, Jinjian did not sleep.

This was the first time he had obtained a real body, so he cherished every minute and second of this moment more than anyone else. Naturally, he was unwilling to waste time on unnecessary activities like "sleep".

Jinjian leaned against the wall of the courtyard and looked at his right hand with the help of the faint light in the mansion.

It was bony, strong, and real …

He silently clenched his fists, and then clearly felt the surging power in his body.

Although he had never used it until now, he vaguely felt that —

With his current strength, he should still be able to do so.

Hmm, although I lost a portion of my strength when I transmigrated to another world, what I managed to preserve, is probably … barely enough?

Jinjian felt that he should find an opportunity to give it a try.

It wasn't a simple slash like the one he used to cut down the unknown creature earlier in the day. He needed to be more serious.

With that thought in mind, he couldn't help but reach out and press on his waist.

His main body was hanging there.

The odachi kept a low profile and retracted all of its sharpness, quietly sheathing it in its scabbard. Compared to a weapon, it was more like a gorgeous piece of art.

Following Jinjian's touch, it seemed to be unwilling to be left out. It let out a low buzzing sound, causing the entire scabbard to vibrate a few times.

Jinjian gripped the hilt of his sword and gently tapped it with his index finger.

Unexpectedly, not only did the odachi not calm down, it began to vibrate even more violently.

Seeing this abnormal situation, Jinjian frowned slightly. Then, as if he finally noticed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

After a few seconds, the handsome Fu Mourning God quietly raised the corner of his lips.

Even if it was very subtle, the thin lips that had always been tightly pursed, at this moment, slightly raised the corner of his lips.

It was as if a corner of the perennial ice and snow melted, revealing a flower that bloomed alone under the ice. In an instant, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

However, such a rare beauty was completely hidden under the deep darkness of the night, disappearing in an instant.

"A worthy prey — will be here soon."

The Fu Mourning God stood quietly and muttered to himself.

The main body hanging on his waist suddenly let out a long cry of joy. Then, it consciously stopped making any sound and hid its movements, as if it was patiently waiting for the arrival of its prey.

…

Don't know when it started, a group of "Time Retrogression Army" appeared in this world that attempted to interfere with history.

In order to compete with them, the Time Government gathered the Divine Inquisitors who had the power to awaken swords, as well as the awakened Fu Mourning God. They went to various eras to maintain history.

It was under such circumstances that California's Qing Guang came to the capital of this era.

In addition to him as the captain, there were two other short swords from Suda Kou. They acted together.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the number of people in each operation should be six.

But Jiazhou Qingguang's Moto Maru had just started, so there were basically no resources to forge swords. Therefore, the three of them were already the only Fu Mourning God in Moto Maru.

"This is … the last one!"

With Jiazhou Qingguang's forceful attack, the last Time Retrogression Army in sight finally dissipated into black gas.

Jiazhou Qingguang shook his sore wrist, then slowly straightened his body and searched for the two short swords.

"Ahhh ~ ~ ~ I'm so tired …"

Shiro Tatō wiped the blood on his face, then jumped a few steps to Jiazhou Qingguang's side, and complained in confusion: "Why are there so many Time Retrogression Army this time, it's almost three times the usual number."

"That, that … retreat here, it's been cleared …"

Five Tigers Retreat, with soft and fluffy hair, moved step by step to the side of their companions.

Jiazhou Qingguang glanced at the two childlike short swords and found that they were injured to varying degrees.

He pursed his lips with some self-blame, and at the same time, he was also puzzled about the number of Time Retrogression Army this time, which was indeed a lot more than usual.

But now is not the time to investigate this, the most important thing is to bring everyone back to Moto Maru.

Thinking like this, Jiazhou Qingguang cleared his throat and carried out the last step before returning: "Everyone, report the number of enemies."

Because the team was currently short of manpower, in order not to make any mistakes, they would usually first detect the enemy's situation, and then verify it after the battle.

Since this was an old practice, Shiro Tatō was not surprised, on the contrary, he raised his hand in high spirits: "Here, here, randomly knocked down four!"

Five Tigers Retreat pulled the corner of their clothes and said in a low voice: "If we retreat, there are only three … Ugh, sorry …"

Jiazhou Qingguang turned these two numbers in his mind, and then suddenly froze.

Jiazhou Qingguang's red scarf fluttered in the night wind, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his face not looking good.

"… Did something happen?"

Shiro Tatō saw this and frowned: "Could it be that … there are fish that escaped the net?

It can't be … It hasn't happened before … "

Jiazhou Qingguang took a deep breath and held his forehead with a slight headache: "Unfortunately, one really escaped this time."

Including the number of kills he had, compared to the number of Tracing Army that was initially detected, there was indeed one less.

"Then, then what should we do?"

Although they would verify every time, it was the first time they encountered a situation where they really missed something, so even Chaos, who had always been lively, was a little flustered.

"You two are already injured, go back to Moto Maru first.

As for the missing Tracing Army, leave it to me. "

Jiazhou Qingguang deliberated for a moment and quickly decided on a plan.

"But …"

"Don't worry.

There is only one opponent, and I alone am enough to deal with it. "

Jiazhou Qingguang added in the face of the Snakebite's hesitation.

This reason did not sound wrong.

The Snakebite were successfully persuaded to return to Moto Maru, and Jiazhou Qingguang also began to search for the Tracing Army.

However, it did not take long for Jiazhou Qingguang to become a little discouraged — —

The Tracing Army usually had clear targets, and most of these targets were extremely influential historical figures.

Logically speaking, he only needed to go to these famous people and wait for them to come.

However, this time was different.

The information provided by the main palace was very vague, so he did not know where the Tracing Army would go after leaving the battlefield.

Helpless, Jiazhou Qingguang could only recall the famous figures of the Heian Era, and then ponder over them one by one with a headache.

Of course, while thinking, he himself also wandered around Pingan Jing, trying to see if he could find a dead mouse by chance.

Then, after wandering for an unknown period of time, Jiazhou Qingguang sensed a wave of demonic energy — —

Powerful, cold, and extremely aggressive … — —

In Kyoto, where the Yin Yang Masters had the most influence, this wave of demonic energy, which was like a mark, seemed to clearly indicate — —

This place was unusual!

Therefore, Jiazhou Qingguang immediately changed direction and rushed in that direction — — Well, it was not wrong to go and take a look.

… …

Jiazhou Qingguang cautiously came to the front of the residence surrounded by demonic energy.

— — "Three?"

Under the hazy moonlight, Jiazhou Qingguang saw the words on the plaque of the residence.

He could not help but frown, feeling that it sounded a little familiar.

However, Jiazhou Qingguang did not dwell on it for too long. He quickly focused his attention on searching for the Tracing Army.

Since the gate of the residence was now closed, Jiazhou Qingguang simply climbed over the outer wall and entered.

After landing, what entered his sight was a relatively spacious area.

There was a small pond specially opened by the owner, as well as a variety of transplanted plants.

Therefore, Jiazhou Qingguang guessed that he had probably entered the courtyard of this house.

Jiazhou Qingguang pulled his scarf and was about to investigate when he suddenly heard clear footsteps — —

It was the sound of wooden clogs knocking on the ground.

It was crisp and clean, steady and calm … — — It was a signal that had been indifferently waiting for a long time.

Jiazhou Qingguang's pupils suddenly shrank.

The bright red scarf fluttered, cutting through the cold night air.

Jiazhou Qingguang almost instantly turned around and then locked onto a corner of the courtyard — —

Originally, it was a dense darkness, but at this moment, because of the person who gradually walked out, it became bright and brilliant.

Fluttering sleeves, interlocking anklets, long silver hair … — —

The man who slowly walked out of the darkness, raised a pair of gilded eyes.

Then, he put one hand on the odachi at his waist, and the bottom of his eyes gradually rose with a burning passion that could burn everything — —

"You are worthy of anticipation."

"Draw your sword."