fantasy novels 5. Slay the Plum Demon!
5. Slay the Plum Demon!
The Plum Demon's true form appears.
Yang Zhao drew his sword and strode forward.
I have formed a preliminary judgment in my mind.
When Yunhai was killed, Mei Yao had already awakened.
There may be a million reasons why no rescue was provided.
And the fact that it was rooted in the Fang family's home did not save the Fang father and son, for one simple reason.
The Plum Fairy cannot move!
Finding a suitable girl for sacrifice requires the help of the Fang family father and son.
To extract all the yang energy from a girl, the task must be carried out by a clone.
……
"Yang Zhao!"
"You have destroyed the three clones that I spent years painstakingly creating, cutting off my lifeblood."
"Now that you've entered my killing range, I'll make you understand what it means to wish you were dead."
Yang Zhao entered, within a ten-meter radius centered on Mei Yao.
The flesh-shaped crack of the Plum Demon's body then emitted a sinister sound.
The sound waves are extremely penetrating.
The ground and Yang Zhao's heart trembled slightly at the same time.
This naturally confirmed Yang Zhao's judgment.
The Plum Fairy cannot move!
"kill!"
The plum blossom trembled violently.
The plum branches, like a rain of knives, pelted Yang Zhao in dense, continuous strikes.
Gentle Breeze Blade Technique!
Yang Zhao's movements were swift as the wind, his blade as fast as lightning.
In an instant, more than a dozen plum branches were cut off.
The situation is different from last night.
The fallen plum branches, still imbued with the blood of the demon slayer, were instantly burned.
Meanwhile, the plum branches attached to the tree trunk are regrowth at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's even becoming more and more vibrant!
"Yang Zhao!"
"I am as eternal as heaven and earth, neither born nor dying, inexhaustible and ever-renewing!"
"And you, your vital energy will eventually be exhausted. At that time, I will require you to sacrifice your body. Speaking of which... I have never tasted such a handsome young man as you before!"
Faced with provocation.
Yang Zhao remained calm and composed, his sword strikes executed with unwavering rhythm.
His previous life was that of a scholar who did not believe in ghosts and gods.
I have briefly browsed through the ancestral "Demon Detective Manual".
The first sentence on the title page is...
Every demon and monster has a fatal weakness, and can be killed with a single blow!
Yang Zhao is currently searching for the Plum Demon's fatal weakness, hoping to deliver a fatal blow that will annihilate it.
It must be said that fighting the Plum Demon was like facing a sudden storm, which was extremely exhausting.
The battle lasted only a little over ten minutes.
Yang Zhao was already drenched in sweat, and his breathing was becoming increasingly unsteady.
The good news is that it seems we've seen a clue.
The plum blossom spirit dwells within the red tendrils of the ground.
One of them was unusually thick and much darker in color than the others.
It's not difficult to prove.
"Plum Blossom Demon, you're dead!"
A gentle breeze rustles the willows!
The wind carries me into the night!
Murder without a sound!
The three ultimate moves of the Qingfeng Blade Technique are executed in one smooth motion.
A curtain of light instantly enveloped Yang Zhao's entire body.
With this, Yang Zhao successfully broke out of the ten-meter killing range.
"Plum Blossom Demon, I am merely the vanguard of the Demon-Slaying Alliance."
"Now that your true form has been confirmed, immediately return and report to the Alliance Leader. Within half an hour, the 108 Demon Slayers will arrive and grind you to dust."
"Ha! I'm already three zhang away; you can't attack me, nor can you chase me... Farewell!"
Yang Zhao smiled smugly.
They then sped off towards the gate of the plum garden.
"Who says I can't win you over!"
"Yang Zhao, you must stay today!"
boom!
With a loud bang, the ground in the garden seemed to churn like waves.
Two things shaped like human legs are trying to emerge from the ground.
"Plum Blossom Fairy, your fatal weakness is those deep red whiskers."
"The inexhaustible vitality you speak of all originates from the land you live on."
"Once you leave, you will lose your regenerative abilities!"
Mei Yao's desperate gamble further convinced Yang Zhao of his judgment.
How did you know?
On the face of the plum demon, a very human-like expression of terror appeared.
Become!
Yang Zhao confirmed his judgment.
dead!
Self-reflection leads to shrinkage.
Like an arrow released from a bow, Yang Zhao charged at the deep red roots with his sword.
"court death!"
Mei Yao was terrified and instantly went mad.
The plum branches rained down like knives on Yang Zhao.
Except for those deep red whiskers.
All the fibrous roots were uprooted and rose up.
They splashed sand and gravel at Yang Zhao like water.
Yang Zhao could not move an inch.
Humans have two feet, yet they can hardly walk an inch.
A sword without a root can move forward without fear!
Clean and efficient.
Yang Zhao's left palm drew a deep bloodstain on the tip of the knife.
Blood stained the single-edged sword.
Power flows into the arm, the single blade leaves the hand.
A single blade, saturated with the blood of demon slayers.
He moved through the storm of attacks from the Plum Demon like a legendary Vajra.
It cannot be destroyed by anything, but can destroy everything.
Their speed of movement was simply overwhelming.
Duh!
The single blade struck the deep red beard roots.
quiet!
The plum garden fell into a deathly silence!
Mei Yao's life force was almost completely drained.
The trunk and branches are withering and drooping at a speed visible to the naked eye.
boom!
Deep red rootlets burst open.
A stone coffin, seven meters below, was revealed.
Deep burial brings forth strange occurrences!
The stone coffin was covered with strange runes.
Yang Zhao stepped forward and dripped the blood from his hand onto the stone coffin.
click!
The runes dissipated, revealing spiderweb-like cracks on the stone coffin.
Inside the stone coffin lay a short, skeletal skeleton.
Strangely, the skull of the skeleton was indistinguishable from that of a living person.
Yang Zhao recognized him!
It was that ugly scholar from Fang Qing's boudoir last night...Mei Lang!
Inside the left thoracic cavity of the skeleton was a heart the size of a child's head.
Puff, puff, puff!
It beats slowly but powerfully.
It continuously pumps demonic blood into a deep red root, attempting to restore its vitality.
[The Plum Blossom Demon, born from a deeply obsessive, failed scholar who sacrificed his own flesh and blood to a spiritually powerful old plum tree.]
[He is ruthless and lustful, using the seduction of young women to plunder their yang energy for nourishment and to enhance his own strength.]
[He possesses a total of three clones.]
Yang Zhao looked at the description in the [Demon Detective Manual].
Without the slightest hesitation.
Knife up and down.
click!
A single knife pierced the heart.
"Yang Zhao...you're so cruel!"
Mei Lang suddenly opened his eyes.
His face was filled with resentment and anger.
next second.
He revealed a strange smile.
"Yang Zhao! You've ruined Lord Baicao's grand plan! I'll be waiting for you in the underworld!"
[You have slain the Plum Blossom Demon, gaining 10 Demon-Slaying Points]
call!
A strong wind swept in.
Stone coffin, ugly scholar, century-old plum tree.
They all turned into a handful of dust and disappeared into the world.
It's as if they've never existed in the human world.
"And what kind of demon is Baicao Jun?"
click!
Lost in thought.
A booklet bound with tree bark fell to the ground.
Yang Zhao picked it up, and what he saw was shocking.
Lin, a girl, was born in the year of Jia Chen, the month of Ren Shen, the day of Gui Si, and the hour of Bing Chen.
Liu family daughter, Yan Yan, born in the year of Yi You, the month of Gui Wei, the day of Ren Yin, and the hour of Bing Yin.
Fei'er, daughter of the Murong family, was born on the day of Yi Mao in the month of Ren Xu in the year of Gui Mao.
……
The above are the birth dates and times of the girls who were victims in the past.
There are so many that they are impossible to count.
Fang family girl, Qing...
"Fang Qing!"
Fang Qing's name is followed by the names of more than a dozen other girls.
puff!
"It's all over now!"
Yang Zhao threw down the booklet.
The booklet landed on the ground.
A mist rose from the plum garden.
Countless beautiful figures could be seen in the mist.
It circled Yang Zhao once, then transformed into a golden stream of light and dissipated into the world.
"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be a woman again..."
Yang Zhao drew his sword and strode out of the plum garden.
The eight sedan chair carriers had long since vanished without a trace.
Yang Zhao found a body belonging to a guard who was similar in build to himself.
They took off their uniforms and put them on, then tore off their waist tags and hung them around their waists.
As they walked, two figures appeared ahead.
Yang Zhao recognized one of them; he was the Fang family's steward.
"Xiao Liu, have you found out anything about Ma San Niang's family situation?"
"We've investigated everything. The neighbors are too far away to hear anything, except for a dead survivor named Yang Zhao. The houses are connected, so if someone were to shout..."
"Yang Zhao? He's already dead! So… you keep watch outside tonight, I'm going in to have some fun with that woman!"
"Thank you very much, Butler!"
Anomalies arise spontaneously.
Xiao Liu's hands, which were receiving the reward money, suddenly froze.
Fresh blood gushed from his neck.
(Who are you?)
A figure appeared behind Xiao Liu.
Wearing a nursing uniform.
He looked completely unfamiliar, yet his face seemed somewhat familiar.
(ah!)
Before I could even react, excruciating pain shot through my face.
His left ear was cut off, and his mouth was gagged.
"Take me to Fang Tianci's storeroom!"
Yang Zhao said in a deep voice.
"This humble servant does not know where the master's storeroom is..."
"Then what use are you!"
Clean and efficient.
The gleaming, cold tip of the knife had already pierced an inch into the butler's throat.
"I know! I know everything! I know a place where silver is hidden!"