A master of comedy!

Chapter 130 Lord of Weapons

Cold, damp, dark...

When Zhou Sheng regained consciousness, he felt as if he were locked in a pigsty, with the air filled with the smell of animal excrement.

The excruciating pain of being torn to pieces had disappeared, but the injuries sustained in the bloody battle with the demonic cultivator did not seem to have fully healed and still throbbed faintly.

"What—"

Zhou Sheng wanted to shout, "Is anyone there?" but instead he heard the bleating of sheep.

One sheep bleated, and the surrounding flock seemed to be roused, joining in with their own bleating.

It contains helplessness after despair, resentment and unwillingness, regret and numbness, but more than anything, it contains fear, a fear etched into one's bones.

Although they were all sheep bleating, Zhou Sheng sensed a wide variety of emotions.

Amidst the cacophony of sheep bleating, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

The surroundings seemed to be a dark dungeon, with straw covering the ground and excrement everywhere, emitting a sour and fishy stench.

Those pairs of eyes, filled with fear or numbness, merely glanced at him before ignoring him completely.

He looked down at his hands, but all he saw were sheep hooves.

Animal creation technique!
Zhou Sheng felt a slight jolt in his heart, realizing that he had been afflicted by the legendary evil spell.

Legend has it that this magic can turn people into livestock. If they are lucky, they will be trained and performed by evil cultivators in exchange for rewards. If they are unlucky, they will be sent to be slaughtered.

My master once said that in the martial arts world, there are evil arts that require living people to practice on, which is why this animal creation technique has always existed and has remained popular.

For example, a kind of intelligent old ox that will shed tears and kneel down when it is sent to the slaughterhouse is very likely a living person under such a spell.

"Meow!!"

Those "sheep" who had just awakened could not maintain the same composure as Zhou Sheng. In their panic and fear, some even rushed towards the dungeon door.

Even though the ram's horns were bleeding from the impact, it kept charging forward.

Unfortunately, the iron gate remained unmoved, as solid as a rock.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, but he did not become agitated. Instead, he first looked inward and checked his physical condition.

The injury has healed by about 60-70%, and most of the dozen or so broken ribs have healed, with only a few still cracked.

He could feel a cold, sinister force enveloping his limbs and bones, like sharp needles piercing his acupoints.

That is the power of animal creation.

However, his dantian power had recovered to nearly 70% at this moment. With a thought, the golden lake in his dantian stirred up a monstrous wave, crashing into the acupoints like a torrent.

After forty years of cultivation, the evil needles that sealed the acupoints quickly turned into dust, as if tearing apart a piece of skin, making a sound like ripping silk.

However, Zhou Sheng deliberately did not break through completely, but chose to temporarily retain the shape of the sheep.

A glint appeared in his eyes, and his mind sank into his spiritual realm, beginning to use the Luoshu (洛书) for divination.

Upon waking up, Zhou Sheng immediately summarized the lessons learned and realized that he had made the mistake of underestimating his opponent.

He assumed that the sorcerer was only at the second level of cultivation, and since he was hiding in the shadows plotting against him, he was confident of victory, so he did not consult the divination beforehand.

Perhaps it was the game of magic chess at Mount Lu that made him subconsciously unwilling to waste the energy of the Luoshu, which is why he was in such a dangerous situation this time.

Energy is precious, but life is only given to us once.

If we could foresee the demon's various methods and trump cards in advance and prescribe the right remedy, we would certainly not have had such a difficult time this time.

Use it when you need to, don't be stingy. What's the use of having more energy if you're dead?

Therefore, after waking up, Zhou Sheng did not immediately break through the evil magic of creating animals, but instead used the Luoshu (a divination method) to predict his situation.

He soon got the answer.

"The general sharpens his sword at night, its frosty edge gleaming against the skull. He chants incantations, turning sheep into kneeling mummies, and uses bones to form the soundboard of a pipa." "The great general raises humans as livestock in the dungeon, and every full moon night, he sacrifices to the tiger god to appease the evil spirits."

"However, feeding a tiger with sheep is ultimately a delaying tactic. For many years, the general has been trying to find a sacred object, hoping to use it to completely control the tiger god..."

As the information flooded into his mind, a glint of light flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

That's it!

Over the years, most of the people who disappeared in Xunyang City have turned into "sheep" and been imprisoned in this dungeon. When the moon is full, they are sacrificed to a demon called the Tiger God.

The general's power originated from that mysterious tiger god.

However, the general was ambitious and always dreamed of one day returning to the human world and destroying the Great Xuan Empire. Naturally, he was unwilling to be controlled by the Tiger God and wanted to completely control the Tiger God's power.

The key to this is the sacred object left behind by Li Zicheng, the rebel leader.

As Zhou Sheng pondered the words "sacred object," he recalled the ferocious beast that had rushed into his body, causing him excruciating pain and rendering him unconscious. A thought suddenly struck him.

The situation was critical at the time, and he didn't react in time. Now that he has calmed down, he can't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the appearance of the ferocious beast.

If I remember correctly, that ferocious beast with a dragon's head, a jackal's body, and a sword in its mouth should be the legendary chief of scaled creatures, the second son of the dragon among the nine sons—Yazi!
Ancient historical records describe him as brave and fond of fighting, with a fierce and bloodthirsty personality. He was always depicted with a sword in his mouth, glaring angrily. These images are often carved on knife rings and sword hilts.

As the saying goes, "A kindness received must be repaid, and a grudge must be avenged." Revenge inevitably involves bloodshed, and grudges become the embodiment of the annihilation of all evil.

Many weapons were engraved with the Yazi (睚眚), which was said to make them sharper and more intimidating.

In short, he is a master of swordsmanship, fierce, bloodthirsty, and hates evil.

Is the sacred object left behind by Li Zicheng, the rebel leader, Yazi, one of the nine sons of the dragon?

Zhou Sheng shook his head again. Not entirely. Although the ferocious beast looked exactly like Ya Zi, it seemed to have no physical form. It could be sealed in a small box and then entered his body.

Zhou Sheng could vaguely sense its presence, but it was not very clear and seemed very weak.

Just as he was pondering this, perhaps because the sheep were making too much noise, someone finally came out of the dungeon.

"Stop making all that noise! ​​If you keep making noise, I'll feed you to General Tiger!"

An armored ghostly soldier approached, tapping the gate with his longsword as a warning, but a sheep continued to ram against the iron gate.

"Hmph, he really needs to be taught a lesson!"

The ghostly soldier had icy eyes. He opened the prison door and walked straight toward the goat whose horns were almost stained red with blood, raising his sword to stab it.

Every time a new flock of sheep arrives, a few must be killed to establish authority. This is something the general tacitly approves of, as they can still obtain a share of the living people's yang energy.

But just as the sharp tip of the sword was about to pierce the goat's head, it suddenly stopped.

The ghost soldier's pupils widened in shock. He exerted all his strength, but the longsword in his hand bent little by little, its tip like a venomous snake whipping its tail, piercing his throat with pinpoint accuracy.

A single sword pierced through.

The ghostly soldier collapsed with a thud, his body quickly dissipating.

The longsword automatically reverted to its original state, then flew off to a certain spot with a whoosh, hovering silently in the air.

Then, to the astonishment of all the sheep, one of them slowly transformed into a human.

His eyebrows were like sharp swords, and his eyes were like cold stars.

His features were handsome and refined, his face as radiant as a moonlit river in the cold.

He stretched out his long, well-proportioned hand and slowly grasped the sword, the chilling light of the blade reflecting in his dark, black eyes.

"So... this is the sacred object."

Almost instinctively, Zhou Sheng opened his mouth and inhaled, the sword in his hand humming, then instantly transformed into a stream of Geng metal Qi, surging into his mouth.
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(End of this chapter)