History Has Fallen Ill

Chapter 59: Yellow Spring Nation, Great Sun Technique · Jingwei Bird

"How is this possible!?"

At this moment, both Kurokawa Seki and many of her retainers were stunned.

In their expectations, once a Law Seed Stage elder made a move, everything would be set right.

But now, they had been counter-killed by a mere Foundation Establishment Stage brat.

Pressed to the ground, life or death unknown.

What they had thought was a vicious dog turned out to be a fierce tiger descending the mountain!

It wasn't unheard of to defeat a Law Seed at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but those were all geniuses standing atop the Ancient Talisman Stage.

Could the Tianxia Alliance truly be so full of talents,

That another unknown top-level genius had emerged?

Zhao Yinman looked at this scene, her lips slightly parted, and said, "Twenty talismans are gone. The unit only reimburses eighty percent. You cover the rest."

"......"

Jiang Yan pretended not to hear, his gaze turning to Kurokawa Seki, and said calmly:

"Where are those children?"

His shadow soldiers had searched the entire building but found no cell holding them.

"I... I don't know!"

Feeling his gaze, terror spread in Kurokawa Seki’s heart. Her legs clamped together, and for the first time, she felt a deep powerlessness.

Seeing the killing intent rising in Jiang Yan's eyes, she hurriedly said:

"I wasn't involved in this! Only Kurokawa Ryuuji and the elder knew."

She had no intention of sacrificing herself for some idiot, especially since this trouble had been stirred up by Kurokawa Ryuuji.

Even if her father blamed her, she had her excuses.

Anyway,

That guy had already fled during the chaos after the elder was defeated. If he got caught, it would only prove he was trash.

They didn’t even understand how strong a Law Seed Stage cultivator truly was.

This place was supposed to be the safest.

"Kurokawa Ryuuji..."

Jiang Yan murmured, looking toward the opened gate. He didn’t rush to chase but turned and said to the upside-down old man:

"No sleeping here."

A strike to kill and crush the spirit!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, yellow sand began to whip through the room. The wind howled, and the sand battered the walls, rapidly corroding them to reveal the steel bars inside, which began to rust at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Crack crack crack!

Around the edge of the old man's head embedded in the ground, the stone quickly eroded and weathered. Large flows of yellow liquid and dust gathered around his body, righting him upright and floating in midair.

At this moment, his face was covered in dust, looking disheveled. The Sanskrit Sword that had pierced through his body slowly pushed out, bringing with it clumps of bloody flesh.

Finally, with a "bang", it popped out and turned into a shadowy blur, shooting toward Jiang Yan.

But just as it neared, it merged into the armguard like a swallow returning to its nest.

As an offspring birthed by its creator, how could it possibly harm its maker?

The old man had intended to make a display of power, but seeing this, his face turned so dark it could drip water. He said coldly:

"Fine, very well! This is the first time in my life I, Kurokawa Sōsuke, have tasted such intense humiliation..."

"That's because you're still young. You'll taste plenty more in the future," Zhao Yinman kindly consoled.

Though she didn’t stay awake long, she was technically a person from the Ming Dynasty, so she had the right to say that.

The yellow sand intensified again.

Filthy water turned into droplets, corroding the expensive carpet.

"......"

Jiang Yan glanced at her and found the humanoid zombie taunting indiscriminately with rigid determination—perfect for attracting the BOSS’s aggro.

A bit more durable, and she could take the role of the frontline tank.

"Hahahahaha..."

Kurokawa Sōsuke laughed from extreme rage, his chilling laughter echoed through the office. In a hoarse voice, he said:

"If it weren’t for me being caught off guard, how could I have been hurt by you? There’s an old saying in Tianxia: if you don’t appreciate face when it’s given, then experience the power of a mid-grade Law Seed from White Sakura—[Withering Grasp]."

As he spoke, yellow dust surged forth, mixed with large amounts of yellow-black water, transforming into a ferocious, filthy giant ghostly hand, covered in rot and exuding the aura of life’s decay.

This was already him restraining his strength. Otherwise, the entire Divine Sakura Building would have been corroded and collapsed.

Zhao Yinman's Talisman Serpent was instantly reduced to ash the moment it was touched.

Not even a second of resistance.

The Law Seed Stage had already cultivated the seed of spell techniques; one's own spiritual energy had been transformed into mana, undergoing a qualitative leap.

It created absolute suppression against lower tiers.

Yet, facing such a formidable enemy, Jiang Yan remained calm. He even had the leisure to ask Zhao Yinman, "Would this be an Earth-path or Water-path technique?"

Zhao Yinman responded without hesitation, "Earth. In the legends of the Tianxia Alliance, the Yellow Spring is only a part of the underworld. Eternal rootless water flows through it, washing away the grudges of wandering souls, dividing Yin and Yang realms.

But in the White Sakura mythology, the Yellow Spring stands as one of the three realms along with Takamagahara and the Human Realm. The foundation of a nation is Sheji, that is, Earth.

Especially since one of the ancestral gods, [Izanami-no-Mikoto], died after giving birth to the Fire God [Kagutsuchi], and became the goddess of filth in the Yellow Spring. Though she seems related to water, after death she continues to give birth to offspring, devouring the human world. The entire White Sakura pantheon is infused with the concept of [Earth] as a Mother Goddess.

This person before us likely built his spiritual root upon the mud beneath the waters of the Yellow Spring, following a branch path of [Nether Earth]—[Malicious Earth]. His Foundation is the [Yellow Spring Malicious Foundation]."

As expected of Zhao Yinman the encyclopedia!

Jiang Yan quietly gave her a thumbs-up. This was exactly the kind of thing that confused most newcomers.

Many civilizations' cultivation systems, especially the mutated history of Tianxia, were bizarre and required reference materials to analyze.

You thought the opponent was Gui Water, but in fact it was Wu Earth.

Recklessly applying the Five Elements’ countering rules would definitely lead to death without burial.

"Sharp insight. You’ve traced the root of my spirituality, but in the face of absolute power, knowing more is meaningless."

The ghostly hand gathered by Kurokawa Sōsuke descended, enveloping Jiang Yan and Zhao Yinman in a mighty attempt to suppress them by force.

Then, he would head to the Bureau of Historical Revision and demand an explanation, catching them off guard.

The [Yellow Spring Ash] within the Withering Hand contained lethal poison. It could corrode one’s Foundation—making ascension to the Ancient Talisman Stage impossible even if it were repaired.

A preemptive move to eliminate two future threats for White Sakura.

Boom!

The Withering Hand slammed down fiercely, corroding everything. The loud impact shook the surroundings.

The remaining glass shattered.

However, as the dust settled, Jiang Yan and Zhao Yinman were completely unharmed. A golden barrier had appeared before them, blocking the Withering Hand.

"This is..."

Kurokawa Sōsuke’s expression changed dramatically upon seeing it, because this meant—

Another Law Seed had acted.

And their power far surpassed his!

He decisively retreated, but it was already too late.

"A mere early-stage Law Seed dares to touch someone from our Bureau of Historical Revision?"

Crack crack crack!

A lazy voice echoed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, dazzling golden light burst forth. Accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, tens of thousands of golden needles of light pierced through Kurokawa Sōsuke’s body, instantly sealing his mana and binding him firmly in midair, unable to move.

Crack crack!

With the sound of boots stepping on shards of glass, a figure walked in against the glaring sunlight.

Step by step, drawing nearer...

The silhouette became increasingly clear.

It was a glamorous woman with short golden hair, wearing black leather and stockings, licking a lollipop. Both hands were adorned with jewelry, shimmering all over.

Like a golden peacock in full display—radiant and dazzling.

Seeing her face, Kurokawa Sōsuke’s voice turned hoarse:

"[Jingwei Bird] Zhao Yan."

A peak Law Seed of the Bureau of Historical Revision in Hangzhou, one of the Ancient Talisman seeds.

"That's right, it's me!"

Zhao Yan said with a bright smile, "You cultivators of Nether Ghost Qi should remember the names of us Great Sun Technique practitioners and tremble in fear at every moment."

Arrogant and domineering, radiant like the sun.

After speaking, she greeted Jiang Yan, "Kid, you're quite the troublemaker. Counter-killing a Law Seed with Foundation Establishment—even if it was while he was off guard—being able to succeed is still a skill. Old Ba really picked up a treasure this time."

Jiang Yan replied with a smile, "Because there are powerful people like Sister Zhao covering the rear, I dared to give it a shot."

In the world of cultivation, what mattered was backing, was influence.

And in this land of the Tianxia Alliance, the greatest backing was...

The Bureau of Historical Revision!

Only a fool wouldn't use available resources!

Kurokawa Sōsuke, realizing the situation was lost, did not panic. He said calmly, "Is this how the Bureau of Historical Revision bullies foreign cultivators? If you say we are guilty, then where is the evidence?"

With that object still hidden, he had no fear of being exposed.

It was inside the Divine Sakura Building, but unreachable.

As long as he refused to admit, and the Bureau of Historical Revision couldn't find proof, sooner or later they’d have to apologize.

Otherwise, it would escalate into a diplomatic incident.

The headquarters of the Bureau of Historical Revision had always strictly regulated the misuse of authority.

Zhao Yan lightly bit on her lollipop, glanced at Jiang Yan, and said playfully with a smile, "I've done what I needed. Now it's your turn."

"No problem."

Jiang Yan smiled and silently counted down in his heart.

3...

2...

1...

Boom!

From the base of the Divine Sakura Building, immense spiritual energy erupted, accompanied by faint spatial fluctuations, instantly cutting off the smile on Kurokawa Sōsuke’s face as he exclaimed in shock:

"How is this possible!?"

Only he and... wait.

Kurokawa Ryuuji!