60% purchase ratio was not enough.

To be able to enjoy such special treatment..,

In the entire world, there was only one Sanjō Munechika.

Hearing Fu Mourning God's question..,

Sanjō Munechika closed his eyes and sighed. "There's nothing to hide about this matter..,

After all, it's related to you. "

"About me?"

Jinjian slowly lowered his eyes..,

Then he thought of a possibility.

Sanjō Munechika rubbed his forehead in distress. "Yesterday, you caused a phenomenon in the heavens and earth when you came out of the furnace..,

So His Majesty the Emperor specially issued an imperial edict..,

He wants to borrow it for you to take a look. "

The imperial edict was sent this morning..,

It was a long and voluminous article.

After putting aside the nonsense that didn't hurt or itch, the general meaning was..,

I heard that you have a big treasure in your family..,

Bring it into the palace for me to take a look.

The imperial edict said it politely, but Sanjō Munechika knew in his heart that once he was liked, Jinjian would probably become a royal artifact in minutes!

He was really careless.

After being fooled by Daitengu yesterday, he actually forgot about the group of royal nobles who liked to watch the show the most.

Compared to the great monster that made people's hearts jump..,

The new treasure was obviously more to their appetite.

Although it was a great honor for the royal family..,

But.. but how could the current Sanjō Munechika be willing!

"You don't want me to enter the palace."

Jinjian noticed Sanjō Munechika's hesitation..,

He turned his gaze and said, "If this is your wish..,

Then I won't go. "

Fu Mourning God's tone was calm and cold,

As if he was defying the Emperor's decree..,

It was just a small matter.

Sanjō Munechika calmed down with relief,

Then he thought about it for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh..

Enter the palace!

Since he couldn't hide, he might as well meet and fight!

But this time, he entered the palace..,

Sanjō Munechika only took the body of the odachi..,

He did not allow Jinjian, the Fu Mourning God, to follow him.

After all, there were many Onmyojis in the palace.

They might not be as tolerant as Haruaki Abe towards the Fu Mourning God, who did not conform to common sense.

Sanjō Munechika got on the ox-cart and slowly drove towards the Imperial Palace.

Jinjian stood silently in front of the gate of the mansion. His tall and straight figure was shrouded in a layer of faint morning light, as if he was about to melt in this hazy glow.

…

This was not the first time Sanjō Munechika had entered the palace.

As a famous bladesmith in the capital, for various reasons, he had entered the palace not too often, but not too rarely either.

However, due to the fact that his state of mind was different this time, the magnificent palaces that he used to admire and the dignified maids that brushed past him didn't attract Munechiko Mijou's attention at all.

The female official in charge of leading the way walked in front, leading Sanjō Munechika around one palace after another, and finally walked into a winding corridor.

"Stop."

A female voice suddenly sounded, dragging the end of her voice, which was indescribably delicate and long.

Sanjō Munechika and the female official turned their heads and saw a woman slowly walking from the corner..

She was wearing the most ordinary maid's kimono in the palace, but the lapel, which was supposed to be tightly closed, was half open, revealing the woman's round shoulders and beautiful figure.

The woman caught up to Sanjō Munechika in a few steps, turning a blind eye to the widened eyes of the female official next to her.

"You must be Lord Sanjō. I've heard so much about you."

The woman unhurriedly adjusted her loose lapel, and then her gorgeous red lips curled up, revealing a flamboyant and frivolous smile.

The female official saw this and was so angry that she took two deep breaths.

She was originally the personal maid of the Emperor, so how could she tolerate such rude behavior? "How dare you!

Which palace are you from?

Your clothes and actions are simply impudent! "

In the face of the female official's angry scolding, the woman only half covered her head and glanced over lightly.

What reflected in the female official's vision was not the human eyes that she had disguised at first.

The white of her eyes was a terrifying pitch-black, a bloody hole that could swallow everything.

And in such a dark eye, there was clearly a pair of molten gold pupils, flashing with a demonic light, like a fierce beast baring its fangs, sharp and dangerous.

The female official was so shocked that she took a step back, and almost wanted to scream.

However, her dry throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and all possible sounds were lost in the fear of extinction.

Her lips trembled a few times, and she couldn't make a sound. Her face was pale, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Sanjō Munechika felt that something was wrong.

But before he could say anything, he saw the unidentified woman turn around and face him again.

The woman's gaze wandered over his body unscrupulously. Finally, it stopped at the Odachi he was holding in his hands.

She rubbed her chin, moved closer, and sniffed. Then she squinted her eyes and said, "As expected, it's the smell of that guy … It seems that the rumors in the capital are not completely groundless …"

As the woman spoke, she used her eyes to observe every inch of the Odachi, as if she had seen through the scabbard and clearly saw the sharp blade of the sword.

Finally, she laughed with satisfaction. "As expected of the treasure that Daitengu likes, it is indeed a famous sword!

It's a waste for such a treasure to be in the hands of a human. It's better to give it to a close friend! "

When these words were said, anyone would feel that something was wrong.

Sanjō Munechika almost didn't think, and immediately turned around and ran.

However, the woman seemed to have expected this, and in an instant, Sanjō Munechika's body froze, and he couldn't move at all.

Sanjō Munechika was very anxious, and he wanted to stomp his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

So he could only watch as the woman reached out and pressed her hand on the blade of the Odachi.

Almost at the same time, Fu Mourning God, who was far away in Sanjō Mansion, seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked up, and a golden light flashed through his eyes.

"Sssss —"

On the other side, the moment the woman touched the sword, there was a clear burning sound in the air.

Wisps of white smoke came out from the woman's left hand that touched the sword.

The burning pain caused the woman to reflexively withdraw her hand.

As the white smoke dissipated, the originally slender and white fingers were no longer there, and what was finally revealed was a pair of terrifying ghostly hands.

"… Oh?

You actually broke my spell … "

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then showed an interested expression.

Since the camouflage was broken, she might as well not pretend anymore.

So her body shook, and the kimono beauty disappeared, and a tall man appeared in her place.

He was wearing dark clothes, and his waist, shoulders, and arms were covered with armor. His whole body exuded the smell of war and smoke, and he had already become a ghost of his own.

Not to mention, he also had a pair of strange and demonic golden eyes, and red horns that clearly didn't belong to a human.

The majestic great demon stood there, and all humans were afraid of his name.

He was — —

The ghost of Rashomon, Ibaraki Doji.

Sanjō Munechika looked at the demon that was slowly walking over, and knew that things were not good.

Although he had never seen Ibaraki Doji before, this person's aura was on par with Daitengu, and no matter how he thought about it, this was not a simple character.

The Immobilization Spell had been broken, but Sanjō Munechika knew that even so, he probably couldn't escape.

So he held the odachi tighter in his arms, and suppressed his fear, and said, "Sir, you must be a great demon, why are you making things difficult for a little swordsmith like me?"

Ibaraki Doji snorted, showing that he didn't buy it, and said, "Human, hand over the sword."

Due to the pride of a great demon, Ibaraki Doji naturally had no interest in killing a human, but if the other party didn't cooperate, he didn't mind doing it.

Of course, if it was just a normal day, he wouldn't be so serious about the sword.

But now, he was busy building a palace for his close friend, a palace with all the rare treasures in the world!

It was also because of this that Ibaraki Doji came to the capital.

After all, there were the most beautiful women, the best jewelry, and the most gold and silver in the world … And these were what he urgently needed to build the palace.

Just yesterday, Ibaraki Doji, who was disguised as a maid and wandering around the palace, suddenly heard that there would be a rare treasure today, and it was said that it was a rare treasure that even Daitengu was tempted by.

So, in the spirit of "the best belongs to your close friend", Ibaraki Doji simply came to stop him.

That was how the current scene came to be.

Sanjō Munechika didn't know the twists and turns of the cause and effect, but he could see that the great demon in front of him wouldn't give up so easily.

But even so — —

"Today's sword is the masterpiece that I cherish the most in my life.

Whether it's the Emperor or Your Excellency, I won't hand it over! "

Ibaraki Doji smirked, and his left hand was surrounded by a dense demonic aura, "You have a backbone, but — —"

"Also very stupid."

The armor clanked, and the arrogant great demon stretched out his claws, intending to get rid of the obstructing human in front of him.

… …

In the faraway three mansions, Fu Mourning God, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his golden eyes.

His hand slowly touched the side of his waist. His body should have been hanging there, but now it was empty.

But even so, Fu Mourning God still gripped it a few times, and then silently lowered his eyes — —

… … Demonic aura.

Father, there's danger.

Realizing this, Fu Mourning God straightened his body with an expressionless face.

His brilliant golden eyes suddenly surged with some sort of agitated emotion, and it was like a dormant volcano had been revived. Scorching lava was gushing out, and it was bound to obliterate everything within its sight.

Step by step, he walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.

Then he calmly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

— — Damn, he seems to be …

— — A little angry.

The main color of the hall was silver-white, and the walls were made of an unknown material with a cold metallic luster.

The hall was connected by four almost identical passages, and each passage was blocked by a thick metal door, so it was impossible to see the scene behind the door.

In the center of the hall stood a huge electronic display.

On the black screen, countless mysterious green symbols were scrolling at a dazzling speed.

— — This was a place completely different from Pingan Jing. It was not the ancient elegance, but the inorganic scientific style.

If one had to describe it, it was closer to the original world of Jinjian.

Perhaps it was because Jin Jian had entered the portal a little late, so he did not see the five people who had left earlier. It seemed that they had already gone to another part of the building.

But fortunately, Jinjian did not care about their departure. Because now, he was more interested in this political stronghold.

Ignoring the big screen that he could not understand, Jinjian walked around the wall, and then confirmed that there were indeed no other exits except for the four doors.

"… Then, which one should I choose."

Jin Jian slowly scanned through the four paths that were exactly the same as he muttered to himself with half-closed eyes.

At this moment, the original body in his hand suddenly made a sound.

This extremely spiritual odachi, with a gentle force, pulled Fu Mourning God's hand in one direction.

Jinjian looked in that direction, and it was one of the four doors.

He did not show a surprised expression, but he nodded with approval, "I feel the same."

Then, Jin Jian walked towards the silver-white door without saying a word.

When he was within three meters of the door, a mechanical female voice suddenly sounded — —

"Target has entered the scanning range … Scanning …"