The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

"When the Vipertooth Viper devoured the fish farms, the panic caused the price of fish to increase many times, but the politicians, the rich, the elites... still luxuriously maintained their past habits and still greedily enjoyed the most expensive sashimi."

He muttered to himself, inserting the last capsule in his hand into the gills of the tuna. "It just so happened that the cold storage I secretly built had a lot of vacancies, so I took advantage of the situation to stockpile tens of thousands of tons of seafood... How ironic! The 'safe food' that is being fought over is the real Trojan Horse."

“Although the plan has twists and turns, as long as I find the right direction, it will not be out of my control.”

……

Rain washed over Tokyo's steel jungle, and neon lights twisted into blurred halos on the wet streets. Genji stood on the edge of a skyscraper, overlooking the car lights flowing like ant colonies below her feet.

His windbreaker rustled in the strong wind, and his golden eyes burned in the darkness like two cold waning moons.

"Got you."

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to penetrate the entire city. The next second, his figure disappeared from the sky, falling straight down like a dark lightning.

In the underground cold storage of Tsukiji Market, the "Oshogun" wearing a Noh mask was directing the loading of the last batch of tuna contaminated by trypanosomes: "In three hours, the dignitaries in Tokyo will--"

Before he could finish his words, the ceiling exploded!

Concrete fragments fell like a rainstorm, and a black shadow fell into the center of the warehouse at a speed close to the speed of sound. The shock wave knocked over several members of the Ghost Clan. Before they could react, the black shadow flashed like a ghost, and the knife light drew an arc of death in the air.

"Pfft-"

Blood splattered as the throats of the three fierce ghost cadres were cut at the same time. They fell to the ground without even being able to scream.

"Enemy attack——!"

The moment General Wang retreated rapidly, the place where he was standing was pierced by a dark red long knife. The blade was half a foot deep into the concrete floor. Spider-web-like cracks spread wildly on the ice, and the surrounding freezers were overturned, with broken ice and blood splattering everywhere.

"Source...Child girl?!"

The king general stood in place, his expression unable to be seen under the mask, but his fingers trembled slightly and he let out a hiss of astonishment, as if he had never thought that the puppet that was supposed to be controlled by him could actually find this secret cold storage and come in such a violent manner.

"It's me..." Yuan Zhinu slowly stood up, not even a drop of blood on her windbreaker. He walked over the corpse, his golden eyes locked on the other person, and said in a cold voice: "I'm here to kill you."

"Oh? Isn't this my perfect child?"

Wang Jiang's voice was once again filled with teasing, even joy, only because he had quietly touched the clapper sound controller in his sleeve - that was the key to his control of Yuan Zhinv, and with just a few crisp sounds, he could make this out-of-control chess piece kneel to the ground.

This will certainly take some time, but the physical fitness of this shadow warrior is not much weaker than that of an ordinary "Emperor", and his vitality is even greater, so he can fully support himself until the moment of the attack.

With a "click", the remote control was pressed, and the pre-recorded sound of wooden clappers echoed in the warehouse, strangely dull, monotonous and empty, like some kind of Indian music.

Logically speaking, Minamoto no Chitose should have lost her strength instantly, suffered a mental breakdown, and been at the mercy of the king.

But this time——

Nothing happened.

"Surprised?" Yuan Zhinu's voice was low and calm, but her footsteps did not stop. "Do you think, I will be controlled by this kind of thing?" The murderous intent in his golden eyes did not diminish at all, and he even tilted his head slightly, as if he was appreciating the king's astonishment.

"How... is it possible?!" General Wang's voice finally showed a trace of panic, "How could the sound of the clapper be ineffective?!"

"Because the 'evil' personality has long been completely destroyed." Minamoto Chitose's voice was terrifyingly calm, "I killed him and buried him."

"Relying on that useless personality that can only cry? Actually..." General Wang's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Genji has already moved.

His movements were so fast that they almost exceeded the limits of human vision. The scarlet cherry-colored long sword drew a scarlet arc in the air and went straight for the king's throat!

"clang--!"

The sound of metal colliding exploded, and General Wang hastily pulled out an alloy dagger to block, but the blade broke at the moment of contact! His mask was opened by the strong wind, revealing the grayish-blue skin underneath and the twisted corners of his mouth.

The emergency lights in the entire warehouse suddenly turned red, and heavy footsteps were heard in the distance - it was a group of dragon-like Deadpools!

"You think... you can rely on these trash?" Yuan Zhinv sneered, and slashed with the blade, disintegrating the first three deadpools in mid-air. His movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages, and each cut accurately cut the spine of the deadpools, leaving them no chance to regenerate.

General Wang took the opportunity to step back and leap, trying his best to rush towards the secret door, but the cold light of the knife followed him like a shadow. The new knife was even faster, as fast as moonlight passing over the edge of a well. When you saw it, it had disappeared.

The king will retreat quickly.

As he retreated, the hidden weapons in his sleeves had already slid into his palms - seven poisoned kunai, with the blades glowing with a faint blue light, like the fangs of a venomous snake, each of which was enough to kill an S-rank hybrid instantly.

He didn't throw it.

Because he knew that in front of Genjitsu's knife, hidden weapons were nothing but a joke.

The knife flashed again, leaving a deep wound on General Wang's chest that was visible to the bone! Blood spurted out, staining the ice surface of the cold storage red.

"This knife is for those 'ghosts' that you used as experimental subjects."

Genji's voice was as cold as the polar wind.

The king stumbled back, but he activated the serum hidden in his body. His muscles swelled instantly, blue-gray scales appeared under his skin, and the brightness of his golden eyes soared, almost burning through the darkness! His speed suddenly increased, and he punched the source girl in the face!
"You can't kill me," said the general.

"You don't even know who I am."

Genji didn't answer.

His knife was the answer.

The young man looked calm, but the bones in his body made crisp sounds as if they were breaking. It was not a fracture, but a change to a keel state. His vital signs increased rapidly, and his blood was as hot as burning coals.

The hand holding the hilt began to tremble with excitement, but it did not reveal any flaws, instead it increased the changes.

"Ruyi Tianmo, eight consecutive moves"!
Once the magic sword comes out, whoever is struck by it will die. This sword is extremely powerful.

The two sides collided at an extremely high speed, and the red light like a blood moon bloomed eerily, circling and dancing like fallen cherry blossoms, gracefully penetrating into the gaps that the enemy was not defending when attacking, tearing off pieces of black blood and dark scales!
The deeply dragonized king roared and screamed, but his heart had been shattered and he could no longer exert the strength to resist.

Yuan Zhinv pulled out the long knife that pierced the opponent's chest and kicked out. Wang Jiang's body was blown away by the huge force and hit the steel shelf at the end of the cold storage hard. The metal was twisted and deformed, and ice chips flew everywhere.

The shelves collapsed, and the frozen seafood poured out, forming a small, cold grave on the bodies of the losers.

He struggled to get up, his mask completely shattered, revealing a face covered with stitches.

"Sure enough...it's another shadow warrior." Genji's voice was filled with cold disappointment.

Wang Jiang coughed up blood, but smiled strangely: "You can't kill them all... There will always be more than one 'Wang Jiang'..."

"I know." Yuan Zhinv drew her knife and crushed Wang Jiang's knees as he howled miserably. "But I will kill them one by one until..."

He leaned over and whispered in the king's ear:
"——Kill all the shadows and find Herzog's true self."

There was a flash of the knife, and the king's head rolled down.

The only sound in the cold storage was the sound of blood dripping to the ground, one drop, one drop, like some kind of ancient timekeeping.

After a long time, Yuan Zhinu shook off the blood on the knife and looked up at the surveillance camera - he knew that the real Herzog must be watching.

"This is just the first one." He smiled at the camera, his golden eyes like the fire of purgatory, "When all your shadow warriors are dead, I will personally... dig out your heart."

The remaining ghost members in the warehouse were already frightened out of their wits. Some turned around and ran away, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.

Yuan Zhinv took out a special pistol from the inner pocket of her windbreaker with an expressionless face. The gun had a long barrel and a transparent magazine. What was loaded inside was not bullets, but pieces of ice crystals as thin as cicada wings, emitting a cold blue light - a life and death talisman, or in other words, a signal source that could be connected to the mind beacon.

"You guys..." He raised his hand and pulled the trigger: "Are you willing to be 'saved'?"

"Swish—" The ice shard broke through the air and accurately hit the back of the neck of a fleeing person. The person froze instantly, his eyes were unfocused, and then... he slowly turned around and knelt on one knee respectfully.

"Owner."

Gen Chitose did not stop and continued shooting at the target. In just a few seconds, the remaining ghosts all knelt on the ground with empty eyes, waiting for orders like puppets.

Like the most devout believer.

"From today on, you are my 'walkers'." He put away his gun, turned and walked towards the cold storage exit, "Go find more 'companions', and then... bring them to see me."

Outside the door, the rain continued to pour.

On the other side of the surveillance screen, the man in the darkness slowly took off his bronze mask, revealing a face that looked exactly like Tachibana Masamune: "Interesting... He really broke free?"

Herzog chuckled and glanced at the pair of black wooden clappers on the table. "It seems that we have to use the most valuable ones."

……

Shinjuku District, Tokyo, 800 meters underground.

The darkness was expanded by some ancient and heavy breathing. The rock layers gave way under the invisible force, forming a cave of thousands of cubic meters. Blind dragons in silver armor coiled in a circle and slowly squirmed, with a low metallic humming from the friction of their scales.

Under its power, the rock formations were shaped like mud. The domes were as tall as churches, and the walls were as smooth as mirrors, as if they had been finely polished by some invisible force, reflecting several hazy figures.

Zhao Qing stood in the center of the cave, tapped her fingertips, and a wisp of cold air spread from her palm, condensing into an ice crystal staircase, suspended in the void. She stepped down the steps, waved her sleeves, and a soft aura swept through, and the space seemed to be folded and unfolded, and then, the cave changed.

Delicate wood textures appeared on the rock wall, like the natural growth rings of a thousand-year-old tree; soft moss spread on the ground, and stepping on it felt like walking on clouds; vines hung from the dome, entwined with glowing crystals, casting a soft halo. A rosewood table appeared out of thin air, with celadon tea sets on it, and the tea smoke curled up, and the fragrance was refreshing before drinking.

In the corner, a few plants of Crimson Pearl Grass stretch out their branches and leaves, their petals as clear as blood jade; the Dragon and Phoenix Flowers sway in the breeze, with shadows of dragons and phoenixes seeming to flow between the stamens; the Cold Moonflower has a natural charm and a faint fragrance - although they are all decorative flowers and plants with little medicinal effect, they can add a bit of vitality to this cold underground world.

"It's just a makeshift base, so we'll have to make do with it." She said calmly.

Xia Mi squatted aside and poked the suddenly appearing Youtan with her fingertips. The petals glowed with ripples of light the moment she touched them. "Gradient fluorescent modulation?" She raised her eyebrows. "I thought you would cultivate some magical grass that can make you immortal if you eat it."

Zhao Qing smiled slightly: "Immortality? Have you completed your daily practice? So many words?" She lightly stroked with her fingertips, and a wisp of cold air condensed into an ice crystal butterfly, which fluttered in Xia Mi's hair. "Everything in the world is beautiful, so why should it be practical?"

Shi Yiguang stood aside, watching all this quietly, her eyes reflecting the brilliance of the crystal, like the moon reflected in a deep pool. She suddenly yawned lightly, and a trace of fatigue appeared between her brows.

"Tired?" Zhao Qing glanced at him, knowing that the other party often suffered from insomnia due to physical problems and lack of blood in his heart, which could be called "sleep selection disease". In the past, before he started practicing, he could only sleep soundly for a dozen nights a year. But now, it doesn't have much impact on him, after all, his realm has already greatly improved.

Shi Yi Guang nodded, yawned lightly, walked to a newly formed warm ice hammock, and lay down.

She slept very quietly, her breathing was long, her black hair spread out like a waterfall, making her skin look white as snow.

Her beauty is not ostentatious, but it penetrates the viewer's mind silently like melting ice and snow, making people feel in a trance - if they can keep looking at her like this, perhaps they can indulge in it forever and never wake up.

Gradually, her breathing became synchronized with the pulsation of the entire cave, and a strange rhythm echoed in the vital energy of heaven and earth.

It is like a song but not a song, like the wind but not the wind, just like a song in the blue sky, invisible and formless, yet omnipresent, like snow falling into a cold pond, ethereal and distant, vaguely carrying some rhythm that transcends time and space.

As she sang, a light blue halo appeared around Shi Yi Guang. The halo shrank and condensed, and finally turned into a translucent "cocoon" that wrapped her up like mist or gauze.

"Do nothing and yet achieve everything." A true practitioner does not pursue the "active" power acquired through cultivation, but rather returns to the innate state of the fetus, which is complete naturally and does not require any external help.

At this moment, Shi Yi Guang seemed to have returned to the mother's womb, free of thoughts, in a daze, yet full of vitality.

The simple and practical method of "fetal breathing" returns to the original origin and is used to naturally cultivate the most original and purest true essence, seize the essence of heaven and earth, return to the original state, and return to the state before the chaos - when the universe was not created, there was no light or darkness, but it gave birth to everything.

"Life" may be the death of a dream, and "death" is the awakening from another dream.

This is a transcendental reincarnation, where consciousness sinks into the deepest level of meditation, no longer bound by the physical body, but resonates and becomes one with the universe.

The mysterious and extremely rare Life-giving Stone glowed slightly and floated naturally in the air, appearing crystal clear and so clear that it seemed to be able to reflect the shadows of clouds and sky.

Zhao Qing observed quietly for a while, confirming that her practice was going on normally. Then she sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, regulated her breathing, and turned her five hearts to the sky. She began the mysterious spiritual transformation of "realizing emptiness". She formed seals with her hands, and countless tiny spots of light gradually emerged around her body, like stars surrounding her.

"Because of the meaning of emptiness, all dharmas are accomplished."

Her mind continued to expand, and her consciousness was like the boundless universe, embracing everything in the universe. Her spiritual thoughts became sublimated, and the cave was no longer a cave, but a node where countless vital energy laws intertwined.

She "saw" the flow of the earth's veins, the gathering of spiritual energy, and the threads of cause and effect entangled in every inch of space.

"The green bamboos are all Dharmakaya, and the yellow flowers are all Prajna."

Various visions began to appear around her: like illusions, like mirages, like dreams, like moons on water, like sounds, like empty flowers, like images, like light and shadows, like changes, like searching for a fragrant city. These "Ten Metaphors" in the Buddhist scriptures appeared one by one around Zhao Qing, but they were fleeting.

These illusions were not hallucinations, but the fruit of her enlightenment. Because Zhao Qing's practice had reached the state of "no form and no dwelling", everything she saw was the manifestation of her own mind.

After Xia Mi shared some power in a friendly manner and experienced high-intensity fighting with King Feng, her understanding was also soaring all the time, especially the Buddhist Pure Land Dharma Realm, which was similar to the dragon clan's Nibelungen technology. Her merits and deeds improved by leaps and bounds.

But Zhao Qing did not stop there.

Her spiritual thoughts spread along the earth veins like invisible roots, penetrating deep into Tokyo's earth vein network. Vast sword energy like the ocean poured in, spreading rapidly.

"Earth Vein Sword: Chaos and Growth."

Earth gives birth to wood, and the mutual integration of the two adds more changes.

The vast sword intent seeped into every inch of soil and every blade of grass, making the entire city exude a sense of sharp cutting.

Originally, under the erosion of the deathly aura of "Night Food Field", the plants in Tokyo were gradually withering, including the pines and cypresses that never shed their leaves. When the cold wind with rain blew, they all turned charcoal black. But now, Zhao Qing's sword intent gave them the power to resist.

The next moment, the roots of the ginkgo trees in Roppongi suddenly pierced the asphalt road, and the edges of the leaves glowed with metallic luster; the pine needles in the Imperial Palace Outer Gardens moved without wind, and condensed into sword-shaped ice crystals on the treetops; even the potted green ivy at the exit of Shinjuku Station straightened its vines, like rapiers waiting to be unsheathed.

Xia Mi was squatting in the corner of the cave studying the color-changing winter-moon lily. Just as she realized that this ornamental flower actually contained a mysterious artistic conception, she was almost startled by the tingling pain in the soles of her feet.

The mossy mat where she stepped barefoot actually produced fine sword-like edges, leaving a light red mark on the snow-white arch of her foot.

"Are they going to turn the whole of Tokyo into a sword formation?" She rubbed the soles of her feet and complained, but she saw Zhao Qing's sleeves moving without wind - translucent talismans were constantly floating out of the folds of the clothes embroidered with dark patterns, each carrying a different sword intent:
Some are as lingering as silkworms spinning in spring, some are as violent as thunderclouds colliding, and many are as elusive as the morning fog in late autumn. Snow flies in the morning, and the road is lost; the sand rises in the evening, and the sky is lost. Mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, push away the mist and clouds to enter the shadow; a hundred years of cold and heat, tread on frost and rain to move forward...

Not only did all kinds of mysterious changes occur on the ground, but at the same time, the wind and rain in the sky also stagnated, and cold or hot air currents and vortices appeared and dissipated in the sky in an instant.

Billions of water curtains and mirrors formed by black ice gradually emerged and hung in the sky under the unimaginably complex alternation of yin and yang.

The sword light shot up into the sky and shone on the mirrors together with the sunlight. It was refracted and reflected countless times, and finally turned into colorful glass-like starlight all over the sky. Even in the daytime, the sky of Tokyo seemed to be shrouded in the Milky Way, eventually forming a "sky mirror array" covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

"Since I can't make the mirrors disappear completely, I'll do the opposite and turn them into my swords." Deep in the earth, Zhao Qing was thinking. Any existence that tries to invade reality through these mirrors will be strangled to death by the passing Spark Swords.

In addition, more importantly, through this large-scale deflection method, she can continuously accumulate the energy transmitted from her main body remotely, with very little dissipation, which is equivalent to converting it into permanent support, and the more it accumulates, the more powerful it is, and there is almost no limit.

Pedestrians on the street stopped and looked up at the wonder in the sky, but no one could understand the source of this strange phenomenon.

At the same time, the M Army fleet stationed in Tokyo Bay also observed the abnormalities here.

"What is that?" The radar soldier stared at the screen, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky in amazement: "Some new type of optical weapon, or a UFO? But how can the range be... so large? At least thousands of square kilometers, there is strong electromagnetic signal interference?"

Admiral James frowned, secretly recalling the information provided by Kassel Academy: "Is it the Dragon Tribe's Word Spirit? Or some kind of alchemical matrix?" He did not intend to publicly reveal such confidential information, but only ordered: "Launch a 'Standard-3' missile for a tentative attack."

Soon, the missile was successfully launched into the air, with blazing flames spurting out from its tail, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the sky mirror array that was as bright as the Milky Way. However, at a certain moment during its normal flight, it happened to be brushed by a few rays of glass-colored starlight, and the metal shell was immediately melted and shattered.

"What the hell!"

In the Seventh Fleet's command room, the radar soldier looked at the trajectory of the missile signal disappearing on the screen, "It was... cut into seven pieces? Could it be lasers? But our infrared monitoring shows that those mirrors don't react to high temperatures at all, but are as cold as ice!"

What was even more terrifying was that after the first wave of sword light dismantled the missile, the remaining fragments had not yet dispersed when they encountered the second and third rounds of automatic attacks, further transforming into countless white semi-molten metal particles. In the infrared radar image, they were arranged to form the Chinese character "retreat".

There was dead silence in the command room.

"What...is this?" muttered an officer.

The Admiral's fists slowly clenched.

"This is no longer a war that humans can understand..."

At the same time, the blind dragon slowly raised its head. Although it had no eyes, its "vision" perception penetrated the earth and looked up at the sky, and it understood the scene completely.

Zhao Qing smiled slightly, reached out and tapped the rune heavy armor on its body, then took out a few bags of fresh meat.

"Just wait a little longer." She whispered, "Soon, this place will be bustling."

Now that the critical situation has become apparent and the international community is about to fall into panic, there is no need to hide it. Instead, it is better to show our strength to the fullest. I feel really good about it.

"Hey!" Xia Mi always felt like she was being left out. At a time when the Water King's core would be refined in a few minutes and her strength would surge, her status was still so ordinary. She thought about it again and again and couldn't stand it anymore! She had to liven up the atmosphere and become the focus of the team!

"Master, I...I want to make a bet with you!" Xia Mi stomped her feet, but forgot the pain and was almost stabbed by the sword. "Wait," she put on her boots and continued, "Let's bet on who will perform better in the next battle and get the MVP!"

"Sure!" Zhao Qing blinked, "But what can you bet on? Getting something for nothing is not a good habit."

……

On a narrow street at the back gate of Tokyo University, there is a shrine that used to be the Krishna Shrine, but has now been converted into a community church. It is relatively small and dilapidated. Due to the recent abnormal weather and difficulties in traveling, those shallow believers and general believers have reduced the number of times they attend services and volunteer.

But for those with devout faith, the approaching disaster is the time for them to pray for God's help and strengthen their faith.

Inside the church, dim lights flickered, illuminating several rows of slightly old wooden benches. Pastor Ichiro Yamamoto stood in front of the altar, clasped his hands together, and recited chapters from the Bible in a low voice. His voice was low and firm, as if he was fighting against the raging wind and rain outside the window.

Although Zhao Qing was constantly condensing water into ice, there was too much water vapor and fog in the air, and it would take some time to completely transform it.

"Lord, in these turbulent days, please grant us peace and courage, let our hearts become a safe haven, and let love and hope illuminate the way forward like a beacon..."

The wind was howling and raindrops were hitting the stained glass, making tiny crackling sounds. There were a few elderly believers sitting in the church, some listening with their eyes closed, some praying silently with their heads bowed.

Just then, the church door was gently pushed open.

The cold wind brought in raindrops, the candlelight flickered, and several elderly people couldn't help coughing. Yamamoto Ichiro looked up and saw an old man with a tall figure slowly walking in. His black windbreaker was stained with rain and his silver-gray hair was combed meticulously.

"Excuse me, everyone." The old man's voice was low and gentle, but it carried an oppressive feeling that could not be refused. "FBI Special Investigation Team, routine inspection." He took out an ID from his pocket. The gold-plated badge on the black cover glowed coldly under the candlelight.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire church suddenly became tense.

Pastor Ichiro Yamamoto frowned slightly, obviously full of doubts about this sudden "federal agent". But the old man just smiled, his eyes passed him, and walked straight to the last row of benches, his eyes locked on an old man with his head down in the corner.

The old man was wearing a plain grey coat, his hands folded on his knees, seemingly concentrating on the Bible in his hands. He was tall, but his back was deliberately hunched, as if he wanted to blend into the shadows.

"Mr. Uesugi." The old man stood beside the bench, leaning forward slightly, his tone as relaxed as if he were an old friend reuniting, "Would it be convenient for you to come out and chat?"

...(End of chapter)