All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"

The martial artists behind them were terrified when they saw this scene. They dropped their weapons and tried to run away.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Sun Wukong let out a cold shout and swung his golden cudgel fiercely. A violent golden hurricane instantly swept through the entire front yard, smashing the servants and martial artists who tried to escape into mincemeat like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

In less than ten breaths.

The once heavily guarded courtyard of the Shanxin Hall has been transformed into a deathly silent battlefield.

Chu Yang stepped on the ashes scattered on the ground, his gaze icy as he looked into the depths of the inner courtyard.

"Mr. Lin, are you satisfied with these fireworks to welcome guests? If not, then come out and greet us..."

Chu Yang suddenly drew his Sword of Slaying Karma, its tip pointing directly at the main hall of the inner courtyard. His eyes, one gold and one red, erupted with an extremely terrifying killing intent.

"Then we'll tear down this dilapidated courtyard, room by room, until it's flat!"

"Help! Murder! Murder!"

Lin Wanguan's pig-like screams echoed through the covered corridors of the inner courtyard. His more than two hundred pounds of fat suddenly burst forth with astonishing potential, and like a huge ball of flesh, he tumbled and crawled out from behind the artificial hill, followed by several bodyguards who were trembling with fear.

"Where did these quack Taoists and stinking monks come from! Do you know where this is? This is the Shanxin Hall, personally approved by the Emperor!" Lin Wanguan, hiding behind a thick white marble pillar, only his shiny bald head peeking out, roared hysterically, "Where are the officials? Where are the city guards? Are they all dead?!"

Chu Yang held the Sword of Slaying Karma in one hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. Dark red karmic fire writhed along the blade like venomous snakes, scorching a deep black mark into the bluestone slab beneath his feet. He tilted his head, looking at the portly "living Buddha," a cold, mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Great benefactor Lin, the city garrison is busy collecting city fees at the city gate; they probably won't have time to collect your body." Chu Yang stepped forward, each step chilling the air in the inner courtyard. "But those children you fed 'holy water' and who died in those cold shacks are probably waiting for you on the road to the underworld. Look, aren't they tugging at your trouser leg?"

Lin Wanguan was startled and subconsciously glanced down. Apart from his expensive brocade trousers, there was nothing there. But he was still so frightened that he jumped back and bumped into a pillar.

"You...you're talking nonsense! What holy water? That's the nectar bestowed by Buddha! I, Lin Wanguan, am devoted to Buddhism and distribute 10,000 dan of porridge every year. Everyone in this city praises me as their second father!" Lin Wanguan mustered his courage and pointed at Chu Yang, cursing, "You demon, you destroyed my golden Buddha, killed my guards, I think you're the man-eating monster!"

"You fat pig, your ability to turn the tables is even more impressive than mine... even more impressive than any monster I've ever seen!" Sun Wukong could no longer maintain his middle-aged martial arts master disguise; golden fur was faintly visible beneath his body, and his violent aura caused the surrounding vegetation to wither. "My fiery eyes can see it all clearly; the filth hidden beneath your house is making my throat hurt!"

"Wukong, don't waste your breath on this beast."

Tang Sanzang, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised it. His usually compassionate and peaceful eyes now seemed to hold two flames of karmic fire, enough to burn away all sins. He looked at Lin Wanguan, his voice as deep as rolling thunder: "Lin Wanguan, let me ask you, can you give those children their compensation money with a clear conscience? Can those five taels of silver buy back a single word of 'father' or 'mother' from them?"

"You...you bald monk..." Lin Wanguan was so intimidated by Tang Seng's imposing aura that he took two steps back. Suddenly, as if he had remembered some powerful backer, he straightened his back and shouted wildly towards the direction of the inner palace in the backyard, "Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, quickly subdue these demons!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A piercing laugh, like fingernails scratching a bronze mirror, came from the small black attic in the backyard. Immediately afterward, a dark purple gust of wind rose from the ground, swirling withered leaves and converging in the center of the courtyard to form a huge, semi-transparent skull.

"Where did this clown come from, daring to ruin the old master's good deed?"

The emaciated Soul-Devouring Ancestor, clad in a black cloak, silently appeared atop the skull. His eerie green eyes swept over Chu Yang and his companions, finally settling on the Sword of Slaying Karma in Chu Yang's hand, revealing an extremely greedy expression.

"A Buddhist treasure? What a treasure... truly a treasure! Although that little child's life force was pure, it couldn't compare to the spiritual essence of this magical artifact! If I, the patriarch, obtained this sword, why would I need to practice the Soul Devouring Technique? I could just walk sideways in Mount Ling!"

Chu Yang chuckled and twirled his sword: "Old man, you have good eyesight, but your appetite is too big. Aren't you afraid of breaking your two old molars?"

"Words are power!" The Soul Devouring Ancestor's face darkened, and his withered hands slammed down. "Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Bones, Soul Devouring and Life Stealing! Rise!"

The ground rumbled under the weight, and the exquisite white marble floor of the inner courtyard shattered. Countless black chains covered with barbs shot out from the ground, each chain wrapped with dozens of twisted souls—the innocent people whose life force had been drained by the old monster, and whose souls had been imprisoned here.

"Help me...it's so cold..." "Why are you killing me...I'm only six years old..."

Countless mournful cries echoed in the courtyard as the chains intertwined into a massive net, engulfing the three of them.

"You dare to show off such petty tricks in front of me, Old Sun?" Sun Wukong sneered, his golden cudgel swelling in the wind to become a giant pillar supporting the sky, which he slammed into the ground. "Open up for me, Old Sun!"

"Bam—!"

A golden shockwave exploded outwards in a ring, shattering the incoming black chains into pieces. The moment the imprisoned souls came into contact with the golden light, their previously contorted and painful faces revealed a hint of relief, before turning into specks of white light and dissipating into the night sky.

"That monkey's magic power is astonishing! Little Lin, quickly activate that 'Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Fiend Array'! Leave no survivors!" Upon seeing this, the Soul Devouring Ancestor was filled with shock and anger, and roared at Lin Wanguan on the ground.

Lin Wanguan was already terrified. Upon hearing the ancestor's words, he disregarded the pain in his wrist and scrambled to a hidden compartment, where he twisted it with all his might.

"Om-!"

The entire Shanxin Hall was instantly enveloped in a layer of dark red blood light. The artificial hill in the center of the courtyard suddenly cracked open, and a thick, black blood gushed out like a spring. Accompanied by gusts of foul wind, it transformed into translucent, fanged blood demons, howling and rushing towards Chu Yang and his companions.

“Benefactor Chu, these blood demons are filled with the resentment of the people in this city.” Tang Sanzang frowned, clasped his hands together, and his lips moved slightly. “Although I am unwilling to kill indiscriminately, if these resentments are not completely purified today, the people in this city will never have peace.”

"Master, just stand behind me. You're good at purification, but leave the slaying of ghosts to me!"

Chu Yang let out a long breath, and the sword spirit within his body trembled wildly. Two forces, one golden and one red, intertwined and surged into the sword through his meridians.

"Red Lotus Karmic Fire, sever karmic obstacles!" Chu Yang's figure flashed like lightning, instantly disappearing from his original spot. The next second, he appeared in the center of the group of blood demons. The Sword of Severing Karma and Ignorance swept out, and a semi-circular wave of fire instantly exploded. Those seemingly ferocious blood demons, upon contact with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to nothingness like cotton wool ignited by a raging fire.

"Thorn--!"

Chu Yang weaved through the blood-red curtain, each swing of his sword reducing dozens of blood demons to ashes. His heterochromatic eyes gleamed with a deathly light amidst the crimson glow.

"Damn it! What kind of fire is this?!" The Soul Devouring Ancestor stood on the skull, yelling furiously. His Myriad Spirits Blood Fiend Array was the culmination of over a decade of painstaking effort, nurtured with the essence of countless living beings, yet it was as fragile as paper in front of this mortal youth.

"Old man, still thinking about controlling the fire? Look at what's above you!" Sun Wukong's extremely arrogant voice rang out from above.

The Soul Devouring Ancestor suddenly looked up and saw a huge iron rod crashing down on him with overwhelming force.

"Mysterious Yin Bone Shield! Block it!"

The ancestor screamed and summoned a pale bone shield made from countless children's skulls.

"Crack!"

The bone shield couldn't even last half a breath against the golden cudgel, shattering into dust. The golden cudgel, its momentum undiminished, slammed heavily into the giant skull.

"Boom—!"

The entire conjured skull was smashed to pieces. The Soul Devouring Ancestor spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, his black cloak becoming tattered and mangled.

"Ancestor! Ancestor, hold on!" Lin Wanguan was so frightened by the collapse of his support that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch was soaked and emitted an extremely unpleasant smell of urine.

Chu Yang, carrying his sword, slowly walked up to the Soul Devouring Ancestor, looking down at the old monster covered in deathly aura.

"Life-Devouring Gu, Holy Water, Blood Pool... what other hidden treasures haven't you brought out?" Chu Yang pressed the tip of his sword against the old man's throat, his tone as calm as if he were asking for directions. "If you're done with work, I'll send you on your way. Don't worry, I already took care of all your disciples and grand-disciples when I came in."

"No...don't kill me..." The Soul Devouring Ancestor's eerie green eyes finally revealed fear of death. His hands trembled as he pulled out a black pill from his robes, emitting an extremely alluring fragrance. "I have a treasure...this is my 'Reincarnation Pill,' which I've refined for a hundred years. Taking it can extend one's life by three hundred years...I'll give it all to you! Please, spare my life!"

"Extend your life by three hundred years?" Chu Yang sneered and swung his sword.

"what--!"

One of the Soul Devouring Ancestor's arms was severed, and the black pill rolled to the ground, instantly burned to ashes by the karmic fire.

"When you used those children's lives to prolong your own, did you ever think about giving them a way to live?" Chu Yang's eyes were as cold as ice. "I find the kind of life that relies on drinking human blood disgusting!"

"Wukong, let's see him off." Tang Sanzang closed his eyes and turned around.

"Alright! Master, just you wait and see!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward, shortening his golden cudgel to a few feet, weighed it in his hand, and then gently tapped it against the forehead of the Soul Devouring Ancestor.

"puff--!"

Without a bloody scene, the Soul Devouring Ancestor's malevolent body, under the impact of the golden light, instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated completely. In this world, the Soul Devouring Ancestor ceased to exist.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, spare me! Gods, spare me!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanguan went mad and kowtowed to the three men, his enormous head slamming against the ground with loud thuds, soon turning into a bloody mess.

"Mr. Lin, are you finally thinking of begging for mercy?" Chu Yang sheathed the Sword of Slaying Karma and grabbed Lin Wanguan by the collar, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. "Let's go, let's go see the city lord of Tianfeng City. All the gold and silver treasures hidden in your Shanxin Hall, and all the property deeds scattered all over the ground, will have to change hands today."

……

Half an hour later, at the City Lord's Mansion of Tianfeng City.

The city lord's mansion was brightly lit, and squads of fully armed soldiers surrounded the hall. City lord Zhao Guangcai sat trembling in the main seat, sweat dripping down his neatly trimmed beard.

In front of him, Lin Wanguan lay on the ground like a dead dog, with several large boxes of gold bars and jewelry that had just been searched from the cellar of Shanxintang, as well as a thick stack of land deeds.

"Lord Zhao, wipe your sweat." Chu Yang sat casually on a sandalwood chair to the side, picked up a cup of fine Longjing tea, took a sip, and slammed a petition filled with Lin Wanguan's confession on the table. "This 'charitable and benevolent' plaque, your Lord Zhao's mansion also has a share in it, right?"

"This...Young hero, I'm innocent!" Zhao Guangcai was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling with sobs. "This humble official...this humble official really didn't know! Lin Wanguan has always been the top taxpayer and has donated money everywhere to build bridges. This humble official only thought of him as a local virtuous person. I never imagined...I never imagined that he would be keeping such an evil cultivator in his mansion!"

"Whether you know or not is no longer important." Chu Yang interrupted him, his eyes sharp. "What's important is whether this 'cannibalistic' charity will still be allowed to exist in Tianfeng City in the future?"

"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!" Zhao Guangcai shook his head frantically. "Tomorrow, I will lead men to level those ruins and erect a monument to warn future generations!"

"It would be such a waste to level it." Chu Yang played with a gold ingot in his hand, then suddenly looked at Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. "Master, Brother Monkey, I have an idea. If all this money and those houses are confiscated, they will probably end up in the pockets of corrupt officials. Why don't we find a different place here in Tianfeng City?"

"What do you mean, brother?" Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, somewhat puzzled.

"Let's renovate that Charity Hall. Forget the pretense of charity; let's genuinely provide for people." Chu Yang stood up and paced the hall. "Those orphans who have lost their parents, those dying beggars, and those elderly people who can't survive in this city—take them all in. Give them food, clothing, teachers to teach them to read, and doctors to treat them. All expenses will come from Lin Wan Guan's estate. Lord Zhao, what do you think?" (End of Chapter)