Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Because of the path to godhood, I have already gained the ability to connect my own consciousness with that of my believers. I have already reached the minimum threshold to become a god."

"So... my next goal is to become a god?"

Although he was no longer the same person he was when he first arrived in this world, this idea still seemed somewhat unbelievable to him.

Gods.

Even in Japan, where gods aren't particularly valued, this word seems to possess a mysterious magic that inspires longing.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Seeing Shangshan Qing's thoughtful expression, Li Fuyao knew that his hard work had not been in vain. He was always intelligent and could understand things immediately without needing to say more.

Uesugi Kiyoshi pondered for a moment, then pointed to the vast sea of ​​stars and asked hesitantly, "So, this Sea of ​​Gods?"

"This sea of ​​stars is a microcosm of the dream world, and also the battlefield and chessboard of the gods."

Li Fuyao naturally picked up the conversation.

The idea that people turn into stars after they die is prevalent in many fairy tales.

"Actually, it's not wrong."

“Every living being has its own dream. The extraordinary can freely enter their own dream, but ordinary people also dream.”

“The scene in the dream, the person in the mirror, is the world of consciousness.”

"After becoming a god through various means, one gains the ability to observe the dream world from a macroscopic perspective, and the dreams of others are these individual stars."

"In fact, this ability of gods is based on their mental strength, which is even stronger than that of superhumans."

"Or perhaps it could be called [Soul Strength]."

"As long as your soul is strong enough, you can even wander in this sea of ​​stars, visit other people's dreams, and achieve a similar effect of [dream transmission]. Of course, you can also forcibly break into the enemy's dream and eliminate them completely to prevent future troubles."

These were all new things for Uesugi Kiyoshi, and after memorizing them, he felt much better.

He has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder; things he can't understand weigh on his mind and can make him somewhat depressed, especially things related to his own abilities.

His experiences in two lifetimes and the dangers of this world made him value his own strength highly.

"Thanks."

He thanked her, expressing his gratitude for all that Li Fuyao had told him.

The girl carrying the green lantern smiled radiantly and shook her head.

"This is the last time."

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned in surprise and asked tentatively, "Is this the last time you're helping me?"

The lamplight flickered, and deep emotions seemed to reside in her watery eyes.

"No, I hope this is the last time I hear you say thank you to me."

"In my hometown, family members support each other without needing to say thank you."

I'm helping you not so that you'll repay me.

These words seemed to carry a warm current, deeply touching Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart.

He wrinkled his nose, somewhat bewildered, sensing the undisguised kindness and affection. He turned away in a fluster and casually changed the subject.

"Fuyao, can you do that?"

"I mean, intruding into someone else's dream."

Li Fuyao pursed her lips and smiled nonchalantly, "That depends on the strength of the other party."

"The weak will naturally crush everything and break down the door, but the strong will have to knock on the door and see if the owner will give them a chance."

"The Collectors Association has its own equipment and a dedicated Dreamweaver team. Working with them will increase the success rate of breaking into other people's dreams."

"Okay, fine, I'll demonstrate it for you."

As she spoke, Li Fuyao extended her jade-like arm from her sleeve and made a knocking motion.

A visible blue light emanated from the Hyakumonkan, transforming into a shooting star that sped away into the distance of the starry sea.

At the same time, he felt a jolt in his heart, as if something in the mirage was calling to him.

Looking up, she met Li Fuyao's smiling eyes.

He immediately understood, lowered his guard, and calmed his mind.

Suddenly everything went black, and the familiar dizzying sensation returned.

The warm little hand instinctively took his hand again, making him feel at ease.

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a familiar scene.

The deserted, old-fashioned Japanese streets, the somewhat eerie castle town and shopping district, the crescent moon hanging upside down in the sky, the sound of waves rising and falling, a tall building standing tall, and the coastline faintly visible in the distance.

Before Uesugi Kiyoshi stood a heavy door.

Behind the door lay all his secrets, secrets he had never even revealed to Nohara Kyoko, and that little white rabbit probably couldn't understand them either. But Li Fuyao was different. Uesugi Kiyoshi had no doubt that as long as Li Fuyao came here for a stroll, this mysterious and unpredictable girl would find out everything about him.

The Hundred Demons Scroll that sustains him and makes him stronger, the Shuten-dōji who lives here, the statue of the god who ascends to the path of godhood, the magnificent paintings on the walls, and the magical cards of Hyakumonogatari.

However, this young girl carrying the blue lantern is someone who can frankly say, "I help you not for anything in return."

A slideshow seemed to flash through my mind, and all the experiences I had shared since I met Li Fuyao came flooding back.

From the very first meeting, there was that calm and beautiful face that never seemed to be flustered; that cheongsam that had amazed him; that delicate figure in the mountains of Oojiang who did everything she could to pave the way for him; that goddess holding the green lamp, high above all others.

The sandalwood scent mingled with the aroma of wine seemed to be deeply etched into his heart, indelible.

If you can't even trust her.

Who can I trust anymore?

Once this thought surfaced in Uesugi Kiyoshi's mind, it could never be shaken off.

A relieved smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

He reached out and touched the door of the Mirage Tower, applying slight pressure.

The lock clicked shut, and the door opened quietly, letting in a warm, pale yellow light that shone like mercury onto the two people who were still holding hands.

A perfect couple, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, nothing could be more fitting.

"This is called 'it is impolite not to reciprocate.'"

"Welcome to my home, Fuyao."

Chapter 194 The Tale of One Hundred Things

Since discovering the Starry Sea of ​​Gods and embarking on the path to godhood, Mirage has undergone some modifications by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

The top of the building had been obscured by him, transforming into an endless starry sky. At first glance, it looked quite similar to the council chamber of the Collectors Association.

That was his starry sea.

The murals around the room remained unchanged, each depicting a unique and lifelike monster. Combined with the candlelight on the brass lampstands, the scene was both beautiful and strangely evocative.

The statue of him sits before the mural and ukiyo-e print, head held high, sword in hand, exuding a dazzling and domineering aura that seems even more imposing than he actually was.

The moment she saw the statue, a complex look of remembrance flashed across Li Fuyao's eyes, before she regained her usual calm and composure.

She walked with a light step, as if visiting a good friend's house, looking around with some curiosity, taking in the entire mirage.

"Hmm, that's quite your style. Do you usually practice your swordsmanship here? I see quite a few sword marks on the ground."

"But isn't this a bit too ascetic? You didn't even prepare a chair?"

“You can’t entertain guests like this, and if you do it this way, the believers you summon might lack some reverence for you.”

With a wave of his hand, the building doors were shut tightly.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded thoughtfully after hearing Li Fuyao's words.

"I have only recently acquired some abilities related to [gods]. As you have seen, I seem to have gained some benefits after slaying the Eastern God Lord."

As for these ukiyo-e prints...

Before Uesugi Kiyoshi could figure out how to explain, he saw Li Fuyao walk around the wall and casually respond.

"The Hundred Demons Scroll is an advanced product of the yokai register. It's a special artifact that links and gathers the faith of yokai. It's considered the key to a yokai becoming a god. It wasn't a particularly rare item during the Heian period."

When she saw the astonished look on Uesugi Kiyoshi's face, she couldn't help but smile slightly, her voice very soft.

"Don't look at me like that. There are very few things in this world that I can't recognize."

"Furthermore, the Hyakumonogatari can also be considered a kind of yokai register."

"It's the one you just saw."

"This kind of thing is not unique. Most of the ghost kings with names and surnames will keep a list of monsters. The vast majority of them have some powerful abilities that are compatible with their masters, which is a bit like the concept of 'natal magic weapon' for Qi cultivators in China."

"However, compared to this, your Hundred Demons Scroll is rather frightening in both content and scale."

Looking at Li Fuyao's astonished expression, Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head with a wry smile.

"Well, it's a long story."

"This is not mine, but my achievements in swordsmanship up to this day are closely related to it, and even my power to deal with demons and gods mostly comes from it."

"Once or twice is fine, but after a while, I sometimes wonder if this kind of power gained through shortcuts is just a castle in the air, and will collapse at some point."

"I haven't even stepped into the gates of cultivation yet."

He wasn't usually this sentimental, but in front of Li Fuyao, he unconsciously blurted out some of his innermost thoughts.

Li Fuyao smiled brightly, her eyebrows like spring mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, and her red lips slightly parted, seemingly disagreeing with Uesugi Kiyoshi's statement.

"Power is power."

"No matter how powerful the Scroll of One Hundred Demons is, it is still just an inanimate object. It belongs to a special kind of artifact of ghosts and gods."

"Just like your Onikiri."

"You are a swordsman. When you wield your sword to kill your enemies, will the sharpness of your sword become a shackle for you?"

"Isn't the key person the one wielding the sword?"

"So, if you're really worried, you can also learn some cultivation techniques as a supplement. I remember that the Shin-Kage style has a set of living sword techniques, which are qi cultivation and breathing techniques that are paired with the killing knife. Didn't your master teach you that?"