I become a god in another world

Chapter 730 The Peril of the Imperial Capital
Chapter 730
As soon as Zhou Quan finished speaking, everyone suddenly heard two loud knocks.

The sound was like a knock on a door, yet it seemed to knock into everyone's hearts.

Whether they were ghost tamers or ordinary people, all of them felt a tremor in their souls and their whole bodies shook.

Inside the Demon Suppression Division, a man with a gloomy face hesitated for a moment, then shouted:
"Zhou Quan, open the door, let me see—"

Before he could finish speaking, a dull thud was heard as the door opened, followed by a gust of cold wind.

Although once a ghostly calamity arises, neither closing the door nor keeping it closed can stop the evil spirits.

But with everyone terrified, closing the door and not seeing anything made them feel much safer.

With all doors and windows closed and furniture and belongings blocking the way, where was the wind coming from?
Shortly after, someone exclaimed:
"Lord Hong, it seems...it seems there's water underground—"

The eerie wind seemed to come from underground.

Water had seeped from the ground beneath their feet. The water was brick red, like diluted blood, and carried an ominous aura.

The water flowed with a strong malevolent aura, and one could almost hear the wails of vengeful ghosts.

The group looked desperate.

The leader of the Demon Slayers of Dongcheng Town gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, stood up, strode to the door, swung aside the objects blocking the door, and smashed the door open.

With a loud crash, the door collapsed, revealing the scene outside.

The once blood-red sky had somehow returned to half its original clarity, and the branches of the ghost tree that stretched eastward toward the city had been mostly knocked off by some force, leaving only some withered leaves.

Most of the densely packed ghost corpses have also disappeared.

Beneath this ghost tree, rows of towering, pitch-black ancient city walls stand tall, containing within them the primordial power that terrifies even the most vengeful ghosts in the world—the Seventeen Levels of Hell.

Most of the surrounding buildings were torn down, and Zhao Fusheng was the only one standing on the ruins, making him particularly eye-catching.

Above her, young Kuai Manzhou flew in mid-air.

A strange Yellow Spring, carrying countless ghostly corpses, slowly flowed towards the wide-open gates of Black City.

Inside the city, a ghost ship with a lit lamp is moored not far from the city gate, waiting to guide the vengeful ghosts of the dead to the end of the cycle of reincarnation: to Meng Po.

……

"What's this--"

Everyone who witnessed this was stunned and couldn't help but ask.

Due to the influence of the sealed city gates of the Ghost Realm, they were unable to see what was happening inside the Ghost Realm.

From the overwhelming blood-red light and the dense malevolent aura, one can see that there are many vengeful ghosts inside the ghost city, making it extremely terrifying.

Everyone felt a deep fear of what was happening in the ghost realm, but clearly no one answered their questions.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng saw that the time was almost right, and with a flick of his wrist, he summoned the evil spirit companion of Erlang Shen: the ghost whip transformed from the human-skinned ghost accomplice.

The moment the demonic whip was grasped in her hand, her palm trembled, and she shouted:

"Following the laws of heaven and earth, transforming the whip into an axe!"

As she shouted, her figure rapidly grew larger, until in an instant her head touched the sky and her feet touched the earth.

The ruins could not support her enormous body, which was as tall as a mountain peak reaching into the clouds, and it crumbled into pieces.

But then the abyss of hell lifted her into the air.

The ghost whip transformed into a ghost axe gleaming with a cold light, reflecting the pained faces of countless vengeful ghosts.

The malevolent energy condensed into a tangible blood-red light, making the axe exceptionally sharp.

Zhao Fusheng took a step and walked to the ghost tree in two or three steps.

The ghost tree was now nothing but withered branches and fallen leaves. With each step she took, her footsteps thudded, shaking the ground as if an earth dragon were turning over, sending shattered tiles flying everywhere. The noise was even greater than that caused by the ghost tree before.

She walked to the side of the ghost tree, her long eyebrows like knives and her eyes like swords. Then, she took a giant axe and began to chop down the tree!
'boom! '

This single act of felling shook the entire world.

With axe flashes and blood splattering, a huge gash was cleaved through the ghost tree.

The ghostly accomplices withered and died instantly, turning into mummified corpses that fell into the Yellow Springs and flowed into the Gates of Hell.

The power of the ghost tree immediately caused half of it to wither away again.

"..."

Zhou Quan and the others were shocked.

Many of them had witnessed Zhao Fusheng printing in the Five Cities that day and knew that she possessed extraordinary power and was a candidate for the King General favored by Fengdu.

The demonic seal she imprinted successfully protected many lives during this calamity of the demonic tree, preventing the deaths of believers who had worshipped the demons and gods—this was enough to prove her power.

But it was only by striking the ghost seal that everyone realized they had underestimated her abilities.

Such immense power and terrifying momentum were so great that even this dreadful, calamity-level ghost could not completely withstand her.

This power was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, giving Zhou Quan and the others the illusion that as long as the power was strong enough, it could even break down the barrier between the real and the illusory between humans and ghosts, and forcibly destroy all ghostly calamities with violent force.

"Such power—"

The crowd was inexplicably excited. Even the royal relatives who had been uneasy and doubtful about whether the Demon Suppression Division could solve the Ghost Tree fell silent upon seeing Zhao Fusheng's unusually brave appearance, and the weight in their hearts immediately lifted.

Unaware of what the others were thinking, Zhao Fusheng, having landed a successful blow, immediately had a clear understanding of her own strength.

After the ghost case in Wuqing County, perhaps because she was bound to the Six Paths of Reincarnation and gained a lot of merit points, she became more adept at using the power of vengeful ghosts.

With one swing of the axe, a huge axe mark was cut into the still immature ghost tree. At most, two more swings would be enough to cut the ghost tree down.

Thinking of this, she raised her axe and chopped down again.

'boom! '

'boom! '

Sure enough, after two loud noises, the ghost tree collapsed with a crash.

The tree canopy, carrying countless ghosts and demons, fell into the Yellow Springs.

However, the lingering malevolent energy beneath the tree still sought to make a comeback, gathering at her feet and transforming into snarling black pythons, attempting to burrow into her feet, parasitize her body, and devour her flesh and blood.

"Lord be careful!"

Upon seeing this scene inside the Demon Suppression Division, Zhou Quan couldn't help but shout out.

The sound sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Even Liao Wu, who was kneeling at the Earth God Temple, raised his head. When he saw this scene, he was extremely terrified but could not utter a sound.

Zhao Fusheng sneered, then shouted:

"Grandma Xu, burn the remnants of the ghost tree with hellfire!"

"it is good!"

A calm, old woman's voice rang out.

Then everyone heard the clanging sound of the octagonal bells striking each other.

The voice was particularly eerie, as if it carried an ominous aura.

The next moment, a huge ball of dazzling will-o'-the-wisps swept over and engulfed Zhao Fusheng in an instant at an extremely fast speed.

The will-o'-the-wisps quickly ignited, engulfing the remnants of the ghost tree.

The pitch-black ghost vine struggled and flickered wildly in the firelight, but in a short while it turned to ashes and fell into the Yellow Springs.

Huangquan sends all the vengeful ghosts, their accomplices, and the broken branches and leaves into the Gates of Hell.

From the moment Zhao Fusheng appeared until she swiftly cleaned up the mess, it took only about fifteen minutes.

Soon after, flames surged, and an old woman with a cold face and a ghost bell hanging from her waist emerged from inside.

She nodded to Zhao Fusheng, glanced at the capital again, and then took a step back expressionlessly, standing on one side of the ghost city.

"Door gods, heed my command! Close the gates of hell! May evil spirits enter but never escape!"

Zhao Fusheng said loudly.

Blood surged above the Gate of Hell, and the figures of the two gate gods and ghosts flashed out.

Amidst the blood-red light, two heavy gates of hell slowly closed, locking away the chilling winds that seemed to tear flesh from bones, and also silencing the cries of vengeful spirits. Above the city gates, a golden signboard appeared, bearing the gleaming characters: Sealed Capital Ghost Domain.

When the dust settled, the ghost realm slowly disappeared, then transformed into an old man with white hair and a straw hat.

The old man stood beside Zhao Fusheng, and soon his figure vanished into nothingness, returning to his divine seat.

The eerie aftertaste of the ghost lingers, and it will likely take several months for the effects of this calamity in the capital to completely dissipate.

The blood mist that filled the sky began to dissipate.

For the people of Yanling Street in the eastern part of the capital, the long and dark night was finally over.

The sky had turned a pale white at some point, and the dust from the collapsed houses turned into black smoke that rose slowly into the air.

As the ghosts were taken away by hell, the cries of those ghosts calling for souls disappeared.

Once these sounds that had affected everyone for a day and a night ceased, the entire capital city became unusually quiet.

The group had escaped death and were somewhat incredulous at their own eyes.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng regained his form and waved to the child flying in mid-air:

"Full week, get down."

Behind the child, Zhuang Si Niangzi, filled with resentment and bitterness, vanished as a black shadow, while Kuai Manzhou's body plummeted from mid-air.

A thin line of blood hung from the child's back, making her appear like a nimble little spider as she landed on Zhao Fusheng's back.

Zhao Fusheng hooked his arm around her leg, and the child buried his face in her shoulder.

"Are you tired?" Zhao Fusheng asked, turning his head to the side.

Kuai Manzhou shook her head, then struggled to get down, but Zhao Fusheng held her tightly on his back.

"Don't move, lie on my back and sleep for a while."

"I do not."

The child's stubborn answer.

But after saying that, he explained in a low voice:

"Fusheng, I'm afraid I'm too heavy."

Both of them hadn't slept for a long time. The ghostly calamity in Wuqing County had left a wide-ranging and complex legacy.

If Zhao Fusheng relaxes his vigilance even slightly, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"not heavy."

Zhao Fusheng lifted her up and said gently:

“Manzhou, we’re only alive thanks to you. You’re a great hero. Take a nap. I’ll wake you up once things are settled. I’ll buy you a gourd then.”

Kuai Manzhou smiled slightly.

Having controlled ghosts for so long, she could hardly remember the taste of candied hawthorn anymore.

The food tasted bland to her, but Zhao Fusheng's comforting words made her feel extremely comfortable.

She was like Zhuang Si Niangzi when she was still alive, patiently comforting herself and paying attention to her feelings.

"Fusheng." Kuai Manyu hugged Zhao Fusheng's neck tightly with her small hands.

Zhao Fusheng responded with a "Hmm?"

"Fusheng," the child called again.

Zhao Fusheng seemed to understand her feelings at this moment, and replied, "Mm."

"Fu Sheng."

"Ah."

The two answered each other for a while, and then, Kuai Manzhou pressed his face against her neck and whispered:

"Fusheng, I like you so much."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and replied:
"I like you too."

……

As the two were talking, someone suddenly stepped on a broken tile, and the sand and stones slid down, making a 'clang' sound, breaking the rare warm and gentle atmosphere between them.

Zhao Fusheng's smile vanished, and his expression turned stern.

Kuai Manzhou's smile also disappeared.

The child raised his face and stared coldly at the survivors who came out of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Hong Tian, ​​Zhou Quan, and the others were startled by Kuai Manzhou's gaze, and they quickly bowed.

"Lord Zhao, we...we are from the Demon Division of Dongcheng Town—"

Zhao Fusheng interrupted them:

"The demon tamer of the Demon Master of the Eastern City?"

Hong Tian nodded reluctantly.

Zhao Fusheng displayed extraordinary power in front of everyone, establishing her unique and absolute position. At this moment, she had the right to do whatever she wanted, and no one dared to have the slightest dissatisfaction.

"I am Hong Tian, ​​a general of the Eastern Town Demon Division. Lord Zhao, we met when you were printing in the Five Cities last time."

Hong Tian stepped forward.

Zhao Fusheng cleaned up the mess, gave him a cold look, and then retrieved the two local ghosts.

When the vengeful spirits of Wang and Jiang appeared before Hong Tian and the others, everyone was taken aback.

The Ghost Tamers of the Imperial Capital naturally recognized several of the capital's generals, and Hong Tian himself was even an entity attached to Yu Lingzhu.

Seeing the current state of Wang and Jiang, it was an open secret among the Ghost Master generals of the Imperial Capital that the two were one body with two souls. However, the two were now separated, and their eyes were lifeless, and their auras were cold. Everyone who was a Ghost Master knew this situation all too well.

The vengeful spirits of Wang and Jiang have been resurrected!
Upon thinking of this, Hong Tian gasped, suppressing the urge to back away.

However, after Wang and Jiang stood still beside Zhao Fusheng, they did not make any other unusual moves, but instead turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from the spot.

This anomaly naturally confirmed both sides' suspicions.

"..."

Hong Tian began to tremble violently.

He knew that half a year ago, Fengdu sent Yu Lingzhu, Wang, and Jiang, three generals, with a large number of ghost tamers and messengers to Wuqing County.

Then the group disappeared without a trace.

Strangely, the souls of these people were not erased from Jia Yi's Book of Souls—which means that this group of people experienced the same thing as Cheng Mengyin, Wu Ciping and others back then, and they disappeared in Wuqing County.

This resulted in a heavy loss for the capital, which lost three royal generals and one candidate for royal general.

Everyone thought that this group of people might also go and never return like Cheng Mengyin and others back then, but unexpectedly, a ghostly disaster broke out in the capital yesterday, and the disaster got out of control. Later, Zhao Fusheng appeared to clean up the mess.

……

Hong Tian and the others were filled with panic and fear. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that Feng Du had not appeared during this ghostly calamity.

Earlier, when everyone saw Zhao Fusheng deal with the ghost tree, it seemed that an old man with white hair appeared beside him.

The old man seemed somewhat familiar, but like Wang and Jiang, he appeared briefly before disappearing again.

Hong Tian began to tremble uncontrollably, and he dared not think about what happened next.

Zhao Fusheng stared at him, his gaze slowly sweeping over the group of ghost tamers:
"The calamity has been eliminated. Immediately send more people to take inventory of the survivors."

Once the Ghost Tree disaster occurred, the vengeful spirits revived and killed people. However, Dongcheng was the base of the Demon Suppression Division. The incident involving Zhao Fusheng's printing had caused quite a stir, and many people had come to visit Erlang Zhenshen, becoming his followers and receiving his protection. Therefore, they did not perish in the early stages of the Ghost Tree disaster.

Besides the powerful officials hiding within the Demon Suppression Division, there are still some survivors in the East City.

However, this place is densely populated, and although these people may not die from ghostly calamities, they may die from the disaster of collapsing houses.

"Yes."

Hong Tian respectfully responded, then immediately glanced at Zhou Quan and the others, signaling them to act immediately.

(End of this chapter)