A master of comedy!

Chapter 150 One Blade Suppresses the Galaxy

"The moon is so round tonight!"

In Xunyang City, a child looked up at the full moon in the night sky and pointed at it, only to be smacked hard by his parents.

"Children shouldn't point at the moon, or their ears will rot!"

The child was startled, while the husband watched with a smile.

"Madam, would you like to admire the moon tonight?"

"No, I don't want to hear that knife-sharpening sound anymore. It's creepy. I don't know what the neighbors are doing, sharpening knives every day!"

"Even a pig butcher doesn't need to grind grains every night, does he?"

As the woman spoke, one could almost hear the faint, sharpening sound of a knife being sharpened, which sounded eerie in the quiet of the night.

"I heard they were a master and apprentice who performed opera. The apprentice would sometimes sing a few lines, and wow, he was absolutely authentic..."

The man, however, was still savoring the few shouts he had overheard, and couldn't help but shake his head, looking completely absorbed, when his wife pinched him hard.

"Since you're an opera singer, why are you sharpening your knife every night? I think you should go over there and say a few nice words to discuss it with them."

The man, recalling the incessant sound of knife sharpening over the past few nights, nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go then—"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of sharpening the knife suddenly stopped.

All was silent, not a sound could be heard.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

For some reason, their black dog seemed to sense some kind of danger and started barking incessantly.

Immediately afterwards, other dogs started barking too, and soon the place was filled with a cacophony of barking and chaos.

"Come inside! Come inside quickly!"

The man picked up the child and ran into the house. After his wife came in, he quickly locked the door from the inside. His heart was inexplicably racing, and he felt uneasy and nervous.

The wife held the child, looking worried.

"You mean that person sharpening the knife, could he be... a murderer? That sound always terrifies me, and I have nightmares about it."

"Don't overthink it. Anyway, nobody's going out tonight!"

……

In the courtyard, Zhou Sheng slowly rose from the whetstone and raised the ring-pommel sword in his hand.

The blade is three feet and seven inches long, with a spine three-tenths of an inch thick. The forging pattern resembles the scales of a dragon's molted skin, reflecting the moonlight.

The bronze engraving at the top of the ring depicts a dragon with eyes that seem to swallow the sun; as the dragon's eyes turn slightly, a fierce and murderous aura immediately emanates from it.

Its chilling gleam was captivating, and its resounding roar startled the dragon.

This sword is the transformed form of Ya Zi. After absorbing many divine weapons from Zhou Sheng's opera box, it has undergone a complete transformation.

The moonlight shone on the blade, making it appear as if it had shattered into several pieces, and the strands of golden dragon patterns shimmered with a mysterious light.

Domineering, fierce, and sharp-edged.

"As expected of the legendary Yazi, its sharpness is truly terrifying."

Yu Zhensheng clicked his tongue in amazement, then turned his gaze to his disciple and said, "The Great General will be coming out of the cave tonight. It's time to draw the sword in your heart that you've been sharpening for six days."

Zhou Sheng nodded silently, his expression somewhat strange. His face was as cold as ice, his eyes sharp as lightning, and he was like an ancient sword covered in frost and hidden for many years.

The murderous intent and malevolent aura had reached their peak.

They were just waiting for the perfect moment to unsheathe their swords.

The six days of sharpening the knife did not temper Ya Zi, but rather Zhou Sheng's spirit and vitality.

Uncle Guan taught me that before performing a Guan Gong opera, one should burn incense and bathe, and rest for several days, just as Second Master does not easily open his eyes, and his every move, sitting and lying down is a preparation for accumulating sword power.

Overcoming obstacles and defeating generals are both swords, as is reading history at night.

Uncle Guan said he liked to read the Spring and Autumn Annals to hone his swordsmanship, but Zhou Sheng found that he didn't like reading; he preferred sharpening his swords.

As the sparks flew and the clanging rang out, it seemed that his heart became calmer and more focused.

Until the night of the full moon arrives.

"Master, it's time to start the gong."

Zhou Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse, like thunder rolling over a stone mill, deep and muffled.

At the same time, he slowly put on a prepared Yazi mask, his sharp eyes like the eyes of a hungry dragon ready to hunt.

"Let's slaughter a tiger cub first, to make an appearance."

……

In the dead of night in Xunyang City, a figure moved stealthily through the darkness, his movements elegant and regal, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a fierce light in the gloom. "Who goes there? Daring to wander around during curfew?"

The patrolling soldiers spotted the figure, but couldn't make it out clearly from a distance.

Roar!
A low growl, like thunder in an empty valley, sent chills down one's spine instantly.

It was a fear that came from instinct, and even soldiers clad in armor couldn't help but tremble.

Under the moonlight, the figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was a robust, brightly colored tiger with bloodshot eyes, drool dripping from its mouth, and an invisible demonic aura surrounding it.

In an instant, all the dogs in the city seemed to be awakened, barking wildly in a state of panic and unease.

"A big, big worm!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

Someone drew a bow and shot an arrow, but the arrow was blown off course by the evil wind just three feet away from the tiger, and could not get close at all.

"monster!"

"Run! Run!!"

With a ferocious beast in front of them, the soldiers lost all morale and fled in panic, practically tumbling and crawling.

A hint of mockery flashed in the tiger's eyes before it lunged forward to hunt.

Having grown accustomed to eating humans, it found cattle and sheep tasteless. During this time, with its master away, it was starving. Since the "sheep" in the dungeon could not be stolen without its master's permission, it secretly sneaked into Xunyang City, intending to eat a few people to fill its stomach.

This wasn't the first time it had done something like this; it was something it was very familiar with.

Roar!
With a few leaps, it moved as fast as lightning, tackling the youngest and most tender-looking soldier to the ground and slapping his helmet off.

The sturdy armor was like paper in front of the tiger's paw.

This was only because it deliberately held back; otherwise, one slap would have turned the soldier's head into mincemeat.

"No, don't eat me..."

"Help! Help me!!"

The young soldier, his eyes filled with terror, cried out for help.

However, his companions were all running away, and no one stopped for a moment.

A hint of human-like mockery flashed in the tiger's eyes, then it licked the soldier's face with its barbed tongue, leaving it a bloody mess.

It is fascinated by the saltiness of blood.

Perhaps thinking of his wife and children at home, the young soldier, driven to despair, continued to struggle and cry for help.

The tiger, however, was in no hurry and prepared to start by eating the feet.

This ensures that the prey dies last and is the freshest.

The young soldier cried out in fear, tears mixed with blood blurring his vision, but at that moment, his eyes suddenly pierced as if he were looking at the blazing sun.

It was a blade of light even more dazzling than thunder.

Clang!

The flash of the blade came first, followed by the clang of the blade.

The young soldier felt as if his ears had been struck hard by a gong, his ears ringing and he felt dizzy.

The clanging of blades was incessant, like floating ice on the Yellow River, like an avalanche on Kunlun Mountain.

With a thud!
The young soldier felt something hit his chest, and then warm liquid poured onto his face.

That was scalding hot and foul-smelling tiger blood.

He quickly got up and saw the headless tiger corpse lying on the ground, and the tiger's head with its eyes wide open in anger, its death unresolved.

Wiping the tiger blood from his face, he caught a glimpse of the gleaming blade slowly being sheathed.

In a daze, the three-inch blade's light shone even brighter than the countless stars in the sky.

"Go home, don't come out tonight."

The speaker was tall and slender, with black hair and a dark robe, wearing a mask with a fierce expression. His pupils were deep and cold, with a hint of green in the moonlight.

And that slender, fair hand was resting on the hilt of the ring-pommel sword at her waist.

Yazi, at the entrance of his mouth, slightly turned his eyes to meet his gaze.

……

(End of this chapter)