The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 34: As High as Heaven (Two in One)

Shape grass sword?
Princess Prajna's expression was gloomy and unclear.

Among the ten sects of the Demon Sect, the "Mie Dao" is the most feared group of lunatics. Even among practitioners, they are terrified at the mention of them.

These lunatics are purely crazy, with no distinction between friend and foe, and no rules.

Even if they are members of the Demon Cult, one has to be very careful when interacting with them. One day, they might be killed just because they take the left foot first.

But at the same time, their inability to distinguish between friend and foe also includes themselves.

So often, a believer of "Destroying Dao" has already destroyed himself before you even know where he is...

From a big picture perspective, the danger of "Destroying Dao" is actually far less than that of the other nine.

The most terrifying thing is those "destroying Tao" believers who have retained their sanity and some clear thinking.

The Xingcao Sword is one of them.

No one knows the name of Xinggusa Ken. Since he appeared, the swordsmanship he practiced has been named after him.

The so-called "shaped grass".

Its philosophy can be summed up in one sentence: "Those who have no ego and are in harmony with the Tao see their forms as grass and trees, and those who are chopped down see them as trees in the forest."

Simply put, there are only two kinds of people in his world.

Fellow Taoists, and ants.

If something doesn't conform to his way, then to him, it's not a human being, but a weed or rotten wood that can be pulled out and cut down at will.

As for himself, he would not classify himself as weeds unless he encountered a bottleneck and could not make any progress in the way of the sword.

Unfortunately, Kagusa Ken happens to be a kendo genius.

This genius who is extremely passionate about kendo is only 37 years old this year, but he is already a master of the third level of martial arts and the Guangsha realm.

These "destroying" believers who have very little intention of self-destruction are the real dangerous people.

In recent years, many masters of the Wei Dynasty have died because of his extreme pursuit of swordsmanship, and naturally there are also many ordinary people who have been involved in the actions of the evil cult.

It can be said that this is the sharpest and most useful sword of the Demon Cult.

"A demonic cult expert of this level would definitely have the Six Star Lords help hide his tracks. How did he know the Form Grass Sword was to the west of the city?"

Princess Prajna looked at the paper in her hand, her invisible eyes sweeping over every word on it.

Seeing that she had fallen into a long silence, Qing Jian beside her asked:
"Princess, what's wrong?"

Princess Prajna raised her head and realized that even Qing Jian could not understand the information in it.

Many of the materials here are not only rare, but extremely rare.

Ordinary people have never even heard of the name, so how can they tell that there are typos in it?

Although there might be something to do with guarding against the Demon Cult or the King of Zhenbei.

But her personal maid was not trustworthy, which made Princess Prajna very unhappy.

Originally, she asked Qing Jian to follow Gu Fangchen with the intention of surveillance. Now that Gu Fangchen did this, it was undoubtedly a warning to her.

He has plenty of ways to convey information that Qing Jian cannot see right under his nose!

"This guy's suspicion is probably even worse than that military saint..."

Princess Prajna sneered.

If this is the case, the possibility that this guy might be a reincarnated monster increases a lot.

"He doesn't reveal any clues about the holy relic, and yet he wants me to do something for him. That's not the way to get something for nothing."

She was about to put down the paper and asked Qing Jian to go to the west of the city to see if the news was true.

As for when to take action...killing a third-grade master of the Demon Sect is not that easy.

"green……"

Princess Prajna had just said one word when her expression suddenly changed and she picked up the paper again.

Maybe it was too long, or maybe she deliberately forgot.

She hadn't even realized that there was a kind of herb among them that was only found in the ancient country of Garuda.

The Garuda Kingdom had long since been destroyed...

How could a person from the Central Plains know about the herbs unique to Garuda?
She remembered clearly every face and every person who lived in Garuda back then. There was no cultivator with a personality like Gu Fangchen.

Princess Prajna's expression changed unpredictably. Finally, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Then she stood up from the couch.

Qing Jian asked doubtfully:
"Princess?"

Princess Prajna waved her hand, and the paper floated into Qing Jian's hand.

"Go to Sanbao Temple first and ask the pharmacist to gather all these things and give them to Gu Fangchen."

"Yes."

Qing Jian said respectfully.

"Where's the Form Grass Sword?"

Then, she saw the beautiful woman in front of her raised her head with a stern expression, a crack appeared on her forehead, and she suddenly opened a vertical pupil like a beast or a god and looked into the distance.

"I'll kill."

At the same time, behind her emerged a pale statue of a compassionate Buddha with a serene face and four hands and arms.

The Buddha Mother covered her ears with her hands and crossed her hands to cover her mouth.

Only a pair of eyes seemed lifelike, as if they were cut out from a living person and embedded there, ancient, solemn and majestic.

Qing Jian opened his eyes wide, and all the sounds in his ears disappeared, only the grand heavenly sound announcing killing was echoing.

Her eyes showed a fanatical and obsessed look, and she immediately bowed down.

There are twenty-two incarnations of the Bodhisattva Mother, and only the Holy Lady can descend into the divine realm herself.

And what is before us is none other than the fifteenth incarnation, the Great Silent Tara.

The Great Silence means...

Kill.

……

Xingcao Jian was sitting cross-legged, quietly on the simple wooden bed.

From the outside, he looked like a down-and-out knight, with a thin and even somewhat bony figure, his long, unruly hair casually scattered, and his cold eyebrows and eyes revealing sharpness and unruliness.

Without opening his eyes, one could tell that there was a cold light in his gaze that ordinary people could hardly bear to look into.

Like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Just the scattered sword energy is enough to cut people's skin.

And his sword, without its scabbard, lay bare across his knees, just an ordinary sword.

The black fish-skin hilt was wrapped in dirty white cloth.

Only the sword body, as clear as water, reveals a hint of something unusual.

This sword is so bright, so clean, and so new. There are no marks of knife or axe on it, and no blood stains on it.

It looks like a new sword that has just been forged.

It's so new that it makes people feel uneasy.

Perhaps only the souls killed by the Xingcao sword can understand why this happened.

The Xingcao Sword is a fast sword that moves forward without stopping.

Only advance, never retreat.

Once the sword is drawn, there is death and no life. It is so fast that even the sword cannot be stained with blood.

Even the opponent couldn't react in time. There was once an old swordsman who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time and fought against the Xingcao Sword who had made a visiting card.

That day, Xingcao Sword only struck out once, and the sword stopped beside the old swordsman's neck. Without waiting for the old swordsman to fight back, he turned and left.

The old swordsman thought that he was ashamed of himself and had admitted defeat, so he immediately made a big announcement, sent out invitations to many people, and feasted for three days and three nights in his own villa.

It was not until the morning of the fourth day that the servants in the villa noticed that he had not gone out for a long time, so they went to wake him up and found that the old swordsman was lying on the bed with his head rolling to the ground.

It turned out that four days ago, the sword of Xingcao Sword had already cut off his neck.

But the flesh and blood were still connected, and the old swordsman could still maintain it when he stood.

As soon as he lay down, the connection between his flesh and blood could no longer support him and broke apart. Everyone who heard this was horrified.

Since Xinggusa Ken made his debut, no one has been able to survive a single encounter with him.

The more he conforms to his own way of destruction, the stronger he becomes in battle. Now he has reached the third-grade Guangsha realm.

He was confident that even among the second-grade masters of the time, except for the Sword Saint and the Life Saint, others might not be able to withstand a single blow from his sword if they were not prepared.

However, without absolute certainty, Xingcao Sword would not rashly attack a second-grade cultivator.

Because he can only use one sword against the enemy.

This is the heart of the Tao of the Xingcao Sword.

Since "those who have no self and are in harmony with the Tao regard forms as grass and trees, and those who are cut down are like trees in the forest", naturally we should treat any enemy like grass and trees.

Just a light cut and the grass will be cut off.

If this cannot be done, the momentum that the Xingcao Sword has built up over the years will collapse in an instant.

Therefore, every action of Xingcao Jian requires the cooperation of the Demon Cult to ensure that he can kill his opponent with one sword.

It can be said that this sword of his was cultivated bit by bit by the Demon Cult.

If he faced those second-grade warriors head-on, whether he would win or not was another matter. As long as he used the second sword, it would actually mean that he lost.

I heard that this time, the person to be killed might be a guy who doesn’t even have any cultivation.

Xingcao Jian stretched out his hand and gently brushed his sword, his heart without any sadness or joy, without any fluctuation.

In his view, those who are not like-minded are just grass.

There is no difference between killing a cultivator and killing an ordinary person, killing ten thousand people or killing one person.

All it takes is one sword.

He flicked his sword with his fingers and thought dully that if he could sing while fencing, it would still be a relief, but it was a pity that he had to pretend and wait for orders now.

"Om..."

The sword in his hand made a sharp sound that lingered for a long time.

Xinggusa Ken's mouth curled up, happy for the resonance of his old friend, but soon, the curve of his mouth froze.

Because the sound of the sword continued and even became louder.

Louder and louder!
"Om-"

The sound of the sword quickly rose to a level of sharpness that was unbearable for ordinary people's ears.

Xingcao Jian's hairs immediately stood on end. He suddenly opened his eyes and his face changed. Just as he was about to draw his sword, the sound of the sword disappeared immediately.

His face looked extremely solemn.

No, it wasn't just the sound of the sword that disappeared...

The sounds of the whole world disappeared!
Who?
Who took action?
Xingcao Jian held his breath and concentrated, gripping his sword tightly, his whole body tense, trying to sense the other party's presence.

but.

How could it not be?
Xingcao Jian's face looked extremely ugly. He raised his head and looked around, only to find that the thatched hut had disappeared at some point.

It was pitch black all around, not to mention people, there wasn't even a ghost.

when……?!

Xingcao Jian was shocked. Could it be that General Qianmo had taken action and transformed the entire space?

But why did General Qianmo attack him?

This is absolutely impossible. There is no contradiction or conflict of interest between him and Measurement Dao.

Time passed by little by little, but nothing changed around.

There was dead silence and pitch darkness.

Where on earth did he go?
A drop of cold sweat rolled down Xingcao Jian's forehead. He forced himself to calm down and closed his eyes.

No matter where he is, he still has a sword!
He subconsciously wanted to hold his old partner, but... he touched nothing.

Xingcaojian was stunned.

He lowered his head; he had no sword.

impossible!
No one can take his sword from him quietly!

A trace of fear finally emerged in his heart. He looked around and wanted to go out, but he didn't know how long he had walked. When he looked down again, he found that he was gone...

The last wisp of confused thoughts disappeared in the great silence and merged into the darkness.

The third grade is called Guangsha Realm.

The body is like a spacious house, and the people are like ants to him.

The second grade is called Qitian Realm.

It is as high as the sky, and looks down upon a huge building like an ant.

On this day, Xingcao Jian finally understood what a true second-grade cultivator looked like.

……

The servant came out of the Zhenbei Palace, turned three streets, left the city, and walked into a house in the suburbs. When he came out again, he had changed.

From an old and honest servant, she turned into a charming and beautiful woman.

This method of transformation is not her own means, but the substitute technique of "Six Star Gods".

All you have to do is make a scarecrow, stuff a piece of the causal line and your own eight characters into it, and then burn it.

It can directly replace a person's existence in this world within a certain period of time. Even if a god comes, it will be difficult to tell the difference.

But the price is that this cause and effect can only be used once, and during this period, one will be completely transformed into this person, even the cultivation level will be the same.

Although this method can also be used in reverse to become a being with higher cultivation.

But obviously, those top practitioners have other uses for the causal lines, and the Lord of "Cause and Effect" will not give them to these little people.

As for the lower-level civilians, their causal lines were used casually.

As for herself, her actual name was Magu.

This is not her name, but a code name.

They believe in the "measurement" Taoist master - "General Qianmo", who is good at displacement and escape, so he is responsible for the transmission of information between the various sects and the dispatch of personnel.

All such people, regardless of gender, are called Magu.

This transaction with the King of Zhenbei, involving the Xingcao Sword, was also the intention of the higher-ups, not something she decided on her own.

Magu took a basket filled with steamed buns and walked towards the west of the city in a graceful manner.

To the west of Huangtian City is a field where the farmers work hard to farm for the nobles in the city.

The one living in Magu's house at the moment is Xingcao Jian.

She carried the basket, opened the door, and said softly:
"Sir, you can take action now..."

Magu took two steps forward, was suddenly stunned, and then turned pale with horror.

In front of her, Xingcao Jian was sitting cross-legged on his bed, just like when she left, with his head lowered and silent.

But she immediately discovered that the third-grade cultivator in front of her was now completely dead!

He is dead!
……

Gu Fangchen washed the pieces of paper in batches about four times, and finally collected about forty orange-quality words, ten red-quality words, and three colored-quality words.

Fortunately, although it is no longer in the game, the prompts for profession-related skills will still be given.

He took a deep breath, arranged the pieces of paper, and began to comprehend.

After a moment, Gu Fangchen felt his body lighten and he suddenly opened his eyes. He found himself half floating in the air, with his own body meditating below.

His eyes flashed.

Become!

The eighth level of Shinto, the shell-breaking state!

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