History Has Fallen Ill

Chapter 58: Silver Dynasty, Reversely Slaying Law Seed Stage

Kurokawa Seki’s expression turned grim upon hearing this.

This was no longer veiled sarcasm—it was outright humiliation.

Jiang Yan paid no mind to her reaction and said indifferently, “From now on, all of you are suspects. Hands on your heads, face the wall and squat. Every word you say can be used as evidence in court. Anyone who resists will be executed on the spot.”

“Arrogant!”

A thunderous roar rang out like a sudden clap of thunder.

From among the many retainers, a figure sprang forth, charging at Jiang Yan.

It was a man in a samurai outfit with a crew cut. Dense black curse marks covered his body. His muscles bulged, his jaw and cheeks puffed up, and his skin exuded a strange oily substance—he resembled a frog.

“You junior, abusing your authority and oppressing lawful merchants. Today I will take you to the Bureau of Historical Revision to question this. Is this how Tianxia treats foreign friends?”

He shouted in fury, eyes wide with rage, while attempting to maintain the moral high ground.

He slashed down with a naginata, using the back of the blade.

‘Mountains and Waters in Unison Style—Black Toad Robe Slash’

The slash was fierce, stirring up a howling wind.

Among Spirit Awakening Stage cultivators, he was one of the best.

In response, Jiang Yan glanced at him.

An invisible arm of the Heart Monkey lightly pressed on the samurai’s abdomen.

Heart Monkey Technique—Witnessing Truth!

Boom!

The air vibrated, sending out white shockwaves.

The samurai was blown away mid-air, slamming into the wall and leaving a dent, with faint steel reinforcements visible.

He was knocked unconscious on the spot.

“Courting death!”

The other samurai, upon seeing this, drew their blades. Various frog-like traits appeared on their bodies, their cheeks puffed up as they let out croaks, creating a cacophony.

“Noisy!”

Jiang Yan swept his gaze over them.

The Heart Monkey arms struck violently, sending the samurai flying one after another.

Even the leading Foundation Establishment Stage samurai was instantly killed.

They were all piled together, forming a small frog mountain.

The wailing continued, with croaks echoing all around.

Standing to the side, Zhao Yinman looked at the samurai and explained, “These are Frog Monk Warriors. Back then, White Sakura Island Country stole a lot of cultivation methods from Great Ming... now known as the Silver Dynasty. They altered and fused them with Shinto and the techniques of the Malicious Kami, forming a new system—raising gods with human flesh.

“Some use tattoos, others use artifacts, offering their own flesh and blood to wield the power of monsters. Among them, the Frog Monks are a kind of demonic monk born when monks in some Diseased Domains were corrupted by frog-type mutations.

“After they lay eggs, they wash away the resentment using supernatural scriptures, then bury the frog eggs in a person’s spine. They grow alongside the host, allowing one to gain the power of Frog Monks and condense a Stone Frog Foundation.

“But the price is a gradual transformation into frog-like habits: eating insects, preferring damp places, and dying from dehydration and shedding skin if they stay too long in dry environments.”

Jiang Yan commented concisely, “Rather than a cultivation method, it’s more like coexisting with monsters—becoming a different kind of attendant. Despite having a native Shinto path resembling Shamanism, and even Buddhist heritage, they veered off into this perverse path. Even after reaching Foundation Establishment, they are pathetically weak.”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at a Shinto-dressed spellcaster who was quietly chanting and forming hand seals, and asked in a soft voice:

“Finished chanting?”

The spellcaster was startled, but continued reciting the spell, “Southern Red Dragon Deity, please lead thirty-six thousand subordinate officials to exorcise...”

Yet just as he reached the last few words, his heart was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand. The pain was suffocating. He wanted to scream, but a hand covered his mouth.

His mind collapsed, and the spiritual energy within his body spiraled out of control. Black sparks spurted from his seven orifices.

Flames ignited from within, burning him in agony. In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a charred corpse.

Heart Monkey Technique—Silencing Truth.

This scene chilled the spines of several other spellcasters who had been about to chant. They gave up their casting and were promptly sent flying by the Heart Monkey arms.

Jiang Yan’s gaze was indifferent. Still trying to chant a spell in front of him—he simply covered the mouth, disrupted the mind, and delivered a physical Silence spell.

“You’ve actually helped me run an experiment.”

He felt within himself a slowly forming Grade One Longevity Azure Lotus, a playful smile on his face.

A sudden thought had occurred to him: the merit of salvation from suffering might not be Heavenly Dao merit dispensed by the world, but rather Human Dao merit born of the faith of all beings and himself.

If paired with the Heart Monkey bloodline, twisting awareness, could he possibly…

In such a twisted, diseased world,

Then me killing you = me saving you from the sea of suffering.

Unexpectedly, it worked.

A low-grade version of...

The Power of “I Reckon”!

Unfortunately, with his current Heart Monkey bloodline, it could only be used on a few targets. He could not yet conduct widespread “Salvation from Suffering.”

However, it had greatly lowered the difficulty of condensing the Grade Twelve Longevity Azure Lotus.

No wonder the Celestial Venerables always said “Great Benevolence.”

This truly was benevolent!

“Enough!”

Kurokawa Seki could no longer bear watching her retainers die one after another. Her gaze at Jiang Yan turned frosty as she said, “You go too far.”

“Hehehe!”

From the air behind her came a twisted laugh, and several hideous white Hannya masks began to appear.

They overlapped and fused, forming a two-meter-tall crimson Hannya mask figure, blazing with roaring flames like an ancient demon.

The reason she was appointed by her father as the head of Divine Sakura Bio was because she herself possessed high-level Foundation Establishment Stage strength.

She walked the Shinto path of spirit-beast control—All Spirits Servant.

“Crimson Hannya, don’t hold back…”

“Great Diamond Slash!”

Before she could finish, a burst of golden light shot through, instantly piercing the Crimson Hannya mask.

“Ahhhh!”

Sanskrit characters glowed upon it, bursting with Buddhist light, scorching the resentment clinging to its body. A piercing female wail erupted immediately.

The Crimson Hannya mask struggled to break free, but just then,

A mysterious coffin forged from blood and bone appeared, an eye opening upon it, gazing indifferently at the creature born of postmortem resentment.

“Urgh—”

The terrified cry of the Crimson Hannya choked off as though its throat had been clutched, silenced by the gaze of the Coffin Spirit’s Eye.

The next second, countless blood threads emerged and entangled it, dragging it into the coffin.

The Black Coffin Foundation radiated deathly qi, beginning to bury the enemy.

The Coffin Spirit was the natural enemy of undead and death spirits.

“What is that thing?!”

Kurokawa Seki was visibly shocked. This coffin hadn’t even fully opened and was already this powerful—what horrifying being was buried inside?

Naturally, she wouldn’t stand by while her shikigami was slain. With a flick of her slender jade hand, she drew out talismans and tried to summon other shikigami—only to have an invisible Heart Monkey arm seize her by the neck and lift her into the air.

White talisman papers fluttered and scattered to the ground.

“Urgh… urgh…”

She struggled to pry open the invisible hand with both hands, but grasped only empty air. Her fair legs flailed and her toes curled as she strained to speak:

“My father… won’t let you go…”

With a crisp smack, a red palm print bloomed across Kurokawa Seki’s face.

The sharp suffocation and stinging pain across her face left her momentarily dazed.

“Silence.”

Jiang Yan was unmoved by threats. If they had the ability, they could come find him at the Bureau of Historical Revision.

He turned his gaze toward Kurokawa Ryuuji.

“No! Don’t!”

Kurokawa Ryuuji’s legs turned to jelly as he looked at the miserable state of his retainers. Feeling Jiang Yan’s gaze fall upon him, he shouted loudly:

“Elder, save me, this guy is trying to sabotage the plan…”

“Sigh.”

With a sigh, a terrifying aura swept out from the depths of the building, like a mountain crushing down, vast and overwhelming.

“Law Seed Stage!”

Jiang Yan’s eyes narrowed. Soon, he spotted an aged figure appearing in the corner of the office.

The old man had white hair and beard, was short in stature, and bore a sinister expression. Looking at Jiang Yan, he said:

“Young man, there must be some misunderstanding here. We only wish to do business peacefully and have no intention of clashing with the Bureau of Historical Revision. You should leave for now. I will personally go to the Hangzhou branch to explain later.”

Though his tone was mild, it carried an undeniable authority.

A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator had no right to search him.

As long as the blockade was lifted first, he could move the things below and erase the traces.

In fact, even if the Bureau of Historical Revision came to search, with that item in place, without the bloodline of the Kurokawa family, they wouldn’t find the entrance.

Without evidence, what could they do?

Seeing this, Kurokawa Seki felt a sense of relief and amusement grew in her eyes.

Against someone at the Law Seed Stage, anything Jiang Yan did was meaningless.

Moreover, no one had ever struck her before. Jiang Yan was the first.

Indeed...

An interesting candidate for a pet.

However, after waiting a moment and receiving no reply from Jiang Yan, the old man frowned, increasingly impatient. He spoke in a deep voice:

“Boy, don’t be so ungrateful!”

Swish swish!

Talismans soared into the air, transforming into a sky full of yellow paper chains, binding him in place.

“Talisman Serpent Formation of the Celestial Master!”

Zhao Yinman formed a hand seal and struck first.

Hiss hiss!

The yellow paper slithered, turning into talisman serpents that coiled around the old man, baring their fangs and biting down.

“Celestial Master Talismans do hold some power, but a mere Foundation Establishment attempting to bind a Law Seed Stage cultivator is far too naïve!”

The old man’s internal spiritual power surged, shattering the heads of the venomous serpents one by one. He reached for the yellow paper chains on his body, giving them a light tug, and shattered most of them.

At the same time, Jiang Yan had already charged forward.

His shadow blurred beneath his feet—the Shadow-Eating Serpent had lost one head. Vast spiritual energy empowered his body.

Simultaneously, within the Returning Ruins Cataclysmic Sea Foundation, vast cataclysmic qi surged and boiled.

No tribulation?

Then make one!

He faced the Law Seed head-on, entering the tribulation with his body, actively generating tribulation power to empower himself. He successfully condensed a black-red embryonic Cataclysmic Sea Dharma Lotus.

Tribulation power continuously surged into the Sanskrit Sword Buddha Arm, causing its power to skyrocket.

The sacred Sanskrit characters squirmed, and from them emerged hideous black-red eyes, brimming with greed.

“Playing around in the Foundation Establishment Stage and already so conceited—today I’ll show you that the power of the Law Seed Stage is a mountain you cannot cross…”

The old man sneered coldly upon seeing this. The light of the Law Seed radiated as he prepared to crush these two arrogant fools with absolute power.

Boom!

But he failed to notice that the invisible double arms of the Heart Monkey had clasped together at his heart, suddenly forming a seal like a grand bell, resonating deep within his soul.

Heart Monkey Technique—Soul-Shaking Bell!

Boom!

“What!?”

The old man hadn’t expected a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator to wield such bizarre mental attacks. Caught off guard, his mind slipped.

But in the very next instant, he recovered—

Too late.

Crack!

The Sanskrit Sword pierced through his body. Even though his reflexes avoided his heart, he was still impaled, and poison erupted instantly.

It was coated in poison!

A terrifying crimson armguard gripped the old man’s face with immense force and smashed it toward the ground.

Boom boom boom!

With a thunderous crash, the floor caved in. The entire Divine Sakura Bio building trembled as dust and rubble rained down.

Whether they were blockade soldiers or staff on duty, everyone instinctively looked up, thinking the same thought:

An earthquake?

At the top floor of Divine Sakura Bio,

Jiang Yan pressed down on the old man’s head, looked at the half-buried body, and chuckled softly:

“You didn’t quite enjoy climbing this mountain, did you?”

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