Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The scope of this book is actually quite small. I only spent a day and a half to come up with the outline. I used some old drafts to create a main storyline, and then wrote a few volumes of side stories along the main storyline. I published the book without even thinking about it.

What I want to tell you is the story of a sword-wielding youth in Tokyo who learns about the past, knows the future, cultivates this life, severs karma with his sword, slays ghosts and gods with his blade, and incidentally flirts with girls or gets flirted with by girls.

Japan, Tokyo, swords, demons, and a boy with clear-cut grudges.

That's it.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk one step at a time on the road to success.

Gangs and collectibles associations are merely stepping stones for the protagonist.

The so-called protagonist is not someone who works for others for their entire life, much less someone so low as to work for a system to collect demon souls. Anyway, these things will be revealed one by one later. Since you have read this far, you will probably see me finishing up the foreshadowing and filling in the plot holes, so I won't go into details.

The main storyline is detailed and complete, and the volumes also have outlines, so there's no need to worry about me abandoning this book. It's just a matter of how fast I finish it and how many side stories are developed. I don't want to be banned as soon as I start writing this book on Qidian, so please rest assured.

I typed a lot, thought about it, and then deleted it all. I felt it was all nonsense, and that was just pointless whining. I have to go back to writing, so I won't waste my energy on a launch message.

Finally, let's talk about the update plan.

It will be available for purchase tomorrow. I will update with 10,000 words after midnight. The number of chapters is yet to be determined, but it will be around 4-5 chapters.

Subsequent updates will depend on the results. If the results are good, I can get featured on the first subscription and maintain a daily output of 10,000 words for a month.

However, it's basically hopeless. The book is doing very poorly, it didn't even make it onto the Sanjiang list, according to the editor. It's destined to flop, which I expected.

If the first subscription reaches 1,500 words, then I'll write 10,000 words a day for a week, and then guarantee 6,000 words a day, with occasional bursts of new words, until the book is completed.

If I can reach 1,000, I will update 6,000 daily as a normal and stable schedule.

Well, the goal is a bit ambitious, but everyone needs to have dreams. I'll just consider this my self-motivation.

If the initial subscription is less than a thousand, then I'll just have to write four thousand words a day to maintain the daily attendance record, cut some side stories, finish it as soon as possible, and prepare the outline for the next book.

I'm not a full-time author. Writing books takes away from my leisure time in order to earn some extra money to support my family. I have elderly parents and young children to support, so I can't write for love. Please understand.

We need to eat.

Finally, thank you to all the readers who have read this book.

Thank you for clicking in and wasting your precious time reading an immature story.

Thank you for being willing to continue supporting a novice author and spending money on his mediocre writing.

No gentleman would support an artist.

Please continue to guide me in the future.

that's all.

Chapter 125 Surrounded by Enemies, the Lamp Steals the Soul

Without any hesitation, Kamiizumi Rin carried the huge nodachi on her back and walked directly to the west gate of the Tobunkai headquarters.

Perhaps because of her somewhat innocent and pretty face, the Yakuza guards did not clearly realize the threat she posed.

As they approached to question him, they were struck by a massive sheathed nodachi within a second, flying a great distance and losing consciousness. After that, the carefree smile on Kamiizumi Rin's face vanished.

She reached under her clothes and tore off a pale yellow talisman from her lower abdomen.

The talisman fluttered in the rain, and was instantly blown away by the strong wind to who knows where.

Kamiizumi Rin's gaze gradually became solemn and calm. She gently sniffed the tip of her nose, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"As expected, it's the scent of a ritualist."

"It tastes similar to the cleric who injured Father five years ago."

"This time, I won't let you get away with this!"

With a gentle push, the heavy wooden door panel flew out as if struck by a heavy blow, knocking down a group of innocent bystanders behind it.

She took down the nodachi she was carrying, and without drawing it, she deftly assumed the starting stance of the Shinkage-ryu school of martial arts. Without saying a word, she charged forward with her sword in hand.

The journey was truly chaotic and filled with dust and smoke.

She didn't run there; she plowed it.

With perfect harmony between man and sword, her every move could cause the wind and rain to tremble. She spun around like a giant windmill, invincible among the crowd, with no one able to withstand her attacks.

Her knife was not drawn, but those who were stabbed by her were not necessarily better off than those who were struck by a sharp blade.

Being slashed with a knife and being struck by a heavy iron hammer swung with great force, in a sense, have the same result: both result in lying down in agony.

After a few breaths, there was no one left around Kamiizumi Rin who could stand up.

She wasn't as bloodthirsty as Uesugi Kiyoshi, but she was still ruthless. Or rather, she had a hard time controlling her power and couldn't bring herself to show mercy.

Kamiizumi Rin exhaled, then suddenly her eyes narrowed, staring intently at a tall, stiff-faced man in gray who had suddenly appeared before her with others. Her expression was surprisingly cheerful.

"Dajiangshan, the Four Heavenly Kings, Stone Bear Boy!"

The man in gray announced his number in a deep, muffled voice.

Kamiizumi Rin also bowed slightly, displaying a strong sense of samurai spirit.

"Rin Kamiizumi, the 23rd head of the Shinkage-ryu family, please give me your guidance."

"Hehe~"

"Finally, someone who looks a bit more durable has arrived!"

Before he could finish speaking, the enormous nodachi made close contact with Ishiguma-dōji. The burly man, who was at least 1.8 meters tall, was sent flying like he had been hit by a giant truck, rolling and tumbling on the ground until he crashed into a corner of the wall.

When he rolled over and jumped up, his face was full of fear.

Which of us is the super-strong demon?

As this bizarre thought arose in his mind, what magnified in his pupils was the heroic figure of a girl wielding a giant blade.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's final plan was to besiege the enemy for two reasons. First, the terrain of the Tobun-kai's courtyard was not suitable for a large-scale melee. Second, he did not want to let any variable that could affect the situation escape—whether it was a mortal or a ghost.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, a single strike can determine victory or defeat.

Among the forces that split into four groups to attack the headquarters of the Tobunkai, the one who was the most relaxed and at ease was neither Kamiizumi Rin, who could fight against a thousand men, nor Uesugi Kiyoshi, who could kill Hoshiguma with his sword.

It was Li Fuyao, dressed in white.

The reason is simple—she had a large group of people with her.

Not only were there many people, but they were all elites.

The elite troops who followed Li Taisui in conquering the world.

To be honest, even if all the capable fighters of the Dongwen Society were to go into battle without using firearms, and fight these men in blue robes with real swords and spears, the outcome would still be uncertain.

Even if it's three thousand against three hundred, the outcome is still uncertain.

These are all genuine skills personally trained by Ye San, not just fancy moves.

When Li Fuyao leisurely arrived at the back gate of the Dongwen Society, the men in blue had already swept away the Dongwen Society's subordinates guarding the gate, and the gate was wide open.

The three hundred men in green robes moved silently, like ghosts wreaking havoc in the rainy night, engaging the enemy in a silent battle. The situation was undoubtedly one-sided.

It didn't take long for the men in blue to easily suppress the battle at the back gate.

These men in green robes are no pushovers. They are all highly skilled in martial arts, ruthless, and carry silenced pistols on their waists. They don't hesitate to strike when necessary, making them even more like thugs than the members of the Dongwen Society.

Yes, that's what they were all along.

Li Fuyao strolled leisurely in the backyard of the Dongwen Association, holding an umbrella, with Ye San following behind. The father and son looked more relaxed than if they were there for a spring outing than to fight.

"The Dongwen Society's armory is in the backyard. Xiao Wu, take your men and seize the place. Try your best to prevent them from obtaining ammunition for firearms."

"Xiao Jiu, take some men to guard the perimeter and prevent anyone from approaching. Report back immediately if the police or other forces intervene."

"The rest of you, form teams and go to other directions to provide support. Make sure you don't go alone."

Casually pointing and issuing orders, Li Fuyao walked through the blood-stained and ravaged Japanese courtyard with a carefree smile, showing no concern for the lives lost by these enemies.

Suddenly, she paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and a meaningful glint flashed in her narrowed phoenix eyes.

Ye San, who had been craning his neck to observe the scene without speaking or making a move, coughed lightly and looked at the menacing figure in the black suit approaching from afar. His lips twitched.

"Fuyao, the little brat I trained is good at fighting, but he's not very good at dealing with these demons and monsters. Let me handle it."

He was eager to get started, planning to stretch his muscles and get some exercise.

Li Fuyao waved her hand dismissively, stopping Ye San's actions.

She said with a smile, "Third Uncle, you should rest. It's too much of a waste to let you take care of things. I'll do it here."

"The soul of the demon of Mount Oe... is quite rare!"

Then, she murmured something almost inaudibly and gently blew out a breath.

In an instant, the world changed.

The surrounding lights, the stars and moon in the sky, all paled in comparison.

Behind her, a lantern floated in mid-air, shimmering with a captivating blue light.

The lantern handle is entwined with blue lotus flowers, and will-o'-the-wisps flicker inside the lampshade, creating a somewhat eerie and ghostly scene.

Ye San frowned, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't open his mouth. He just sighed, took two steps back, and seemed used to this strange phenomenon.

Dressed in a black suit, the clerics exuded a powerful ghostly aura and rushed over, led by their leader.

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

"I am one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Mount Ooe, Golden Bear Boy!"

"Who are you! State your name!"

The blond man leading the group shouted in a refined tone—he sensed a familiar demonic aura, which was why he cautiously asked the question.

In his mind, those who possessed this aura were usually his own people.

He had only ever sensed this ancient and profound demonic aura from a great demon who was on par with the Demon King Shuten-dōji.

He probably thought, "Why should a monster make things difficult for another monster?"

He was obviously wrong.

Li Fuyao didn't reply, but simply pointed forward with her delicate hand.

A voice that seemed to resonate through the souls of all the ritual practitioners rang out from the depths of their hearts.