Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Either I'll cleave you in two with one sword to quell the hatred in my heart."

The miniature tiger that one of the four spirits had transformed into was clearly the target of their anger, but dared not speak out. Although it was the guardian spirit of Heian-kyo and the white tiger that ruled over killing, it was like a newborn and not very intelligent. It was beaten and passed right through by Minamoto no Kiyoya's staff, and was already quite frightened.

Hearing that fierce tone, how could he dare to utter a sound?

It inexplicably felt that this seemingly frail young man in front of it truly possessed the means to completely annihilate it.

Seeing the white tiger spirit lying there trembling like a kitten, pretending to be dead, Yuan Qingya couldn't vent her resentment. She gritted her teeth, looked up at her second brother, and said hatefully, "Second brother, when you go back to the capital, I will keep one of these four spirits by my side."

"The Four Symbols Spirit Compass is the guardian artifact of Heian-kyo. The loss of even one of the four symbols is an absolutely heinous crime that the Kamo family cannot bear!"

"This is the leverage."

"Help me kill them, and vent my anger!"

Gen Masaya paused, then hesitated before saying, "But didn't your concubine say..."

Yuan Qingya waved his hand heavily.

"She's right, it's indeed possible that Minamoto no Yorimitsu was manipulating things behind the scenes."

"But we can't swallow this insult!"

"You're using this secret to threaten the Kamo family and force them to make concessions!"

"Whether it's money, power, or land, just strike the right balance—damage them without killing them!"

"Keep them here until I return to Heian-kyo."

"Kamo family, Minamoto no Yorimitsu"

"Not a single one will escape!!"

Yuan Qingya took a few rapid breaths, suppressing the urge to vomit blood. His gaze was gloomy as he stared in the direction of Heian-kyo, and the smile on his lips curved into an extremely sinister and terrifying expression.

“She just cried, I heard it.”

"Whoever made her cry, I'll kill him!"

Chapter 289 Wake up

Time flows like water, and years pass like pages turning in a book.

Several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Qingya's face looked much more haggard. He sat cross-legged on the corridor near his bedroom in the courtyard, disregarding his image, with his head down and his eyes vacant.

The autumn sunlight was somewhat bleak.

Not long ago, he lost Xing and Achai. Although they were eventually found, he has now been burdened with an unpredictable and heavy burden.

He made a deal with the being he greatly feared.

They've been betrayed.

free.

In the silence, a light footstep could be heard.

Yuan Qingya's body moved almost imperceptibly, and she slowly raised her head.

He had told his men that he wanted to be alone for a while, and that no one should disobey him, at least not in this city.

What came into view was a face I hadn't seen in a long time.

A young woman dressed in a light blue and white kimono arrived gracefully. Her makeup and clothing were quite luxurious, and her face remained as calm and elegant as ever, exuding the scholarly air of a well-bred lady.

Behind her, will-o'-the-wisps danced, and blue lanterns floated in mid-air, guiding her way.

She gazed at that somewhat thin and dejected face, and a subtle yet obvious ripple appeared on her otherwise calm expression.

Her lips, painted with a light blue lip gloss, opened and closed hesitantly a few times. Before she could speak, you could hear her slightly trembling breath.

Ignoring the dust on her kimono, the girl bent down and knelt down to meet the gaze of Yuan Qingya, who was sitting cross-legged.

"Awaited."

"I am back."

Yuan Qingya's previously lifeless gaze was brought to life by the appearance of the girl in front of her.

He mustered all his strength to force a smile.

Welcome back.

"I"

He managed to squeeze out a word, but then he didn't know what to say; he just stood there, frozen in place.

Say what?

He, who held himself in high esteem, bowed down in the face of natural disasters and man-made calamities, losing the lives of those around him. He could only helplessly use the little dignity and ability he had left to bring them back.

What's there to say?

Since he traveled back from the past, he has had a smooth and successful life, if not a meteoric rise or an unparalleled success. He has easily overcome any setbacks he has encountered, and his life has been a smooth and easy journey.

This setback was a huge blow to him.

“I’ve heard about it, I know everything, you’re not wrong.”

"You just don't want Xing to die."

"No need to blame yourself, Qingya."

“I went to take a look, and everything was very strange. Why was it that A-Shiba happened to hear the method to become a dog god, and then took his own life?”

"Why are there yokai haunting the shrines in Edo Castle, and why is it that they happen to target Anzu?"

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"I'm afraid someone has been secretly pushing you to this point all along."

Aoandon gently grasped Yuan Qingya's hand and nodded at his bewildered gaze.

"It's okay, I'm back."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be by your side then, but..."

"From now on, no one will be able to outmaneuver you."

"As long as I'm alive!"

The girl's heartfelt words warmed Yuan Qingya's heart, but when he thought of the transactions he had gone through, he could only smile helplessly.

"But it's too late."

"I think I've gone astray."

"You have no idea what I did. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingxingdeng abruptly interrupted him.

"There's still time."

"We'll face it together; we can still make it."

Even if it's too late, I will still walk with you.

Yuan Qingya shook her head weakly.

"But... I've already figured it out."

"The end of this road might be hell."

"Then let's go to hell together!"

Aoandon didn't give Yuan Qingya a chance to refuse. After saying that, she slowly moved closer to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and slowly but firmly tightened her arms. She buried half of her face in Yuan Qingya's chest, greedily breathing in the nostalgic scent on his body that resembled sunlight.

"I miss you so much."

At that moment, after some tender words, space twisted, the image froze, and then shattered.

In the passenger seat of the van, Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly opened his eyes.

Is that all?

"Whether it's my own memories or the fragments of memories on these scrolls of a hundred demons, they're always avoiding something."

"It's that [Minamoto no Kiyomasa]'s trading partner, the last enemy of Heian-kyo."

"Interesting. Even names can't be mentioned?"

"That must be a deity or something similar."

"It has the ability to transform the dead or animals into monsters, and it seems that I have made a contract with someone before, which gave me the ability to directly kill ghosts and gods."

"That is, the Naruto Sword Qi."

"These are the only clues we have."

"Damn it, we're completely clueless!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was already quite familiar with the abrupt and unannounced farewells of these memories.

Although it was somewhat upsetting, he could understand.

With a formidable enemy at hand, caution is always the best policy.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Kyoko was fast asleep, her head resting on Higashimura Maki's shoulder. Higashimura Maki was also dozing off with her eyes closed, it was hard to tell whether she was truly asleep or meditating.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exhaled a breath of stale air and rolled down the car window.

The scenery outside the window has lost the desolation of the national highway and has developed into the steel jungle of a big city.

This suggests that it should be arriving soon.

"Ueno-senpai, how much longer?"

He asked in a low voice, and Ueno Mitsuishi, who was driving, quickly replied: "Uesugi-kun, we will arrive in Kyoto in half an hour. As for how long it will take to get to Akutagawa-sama's place, I can't say for sure. It depends on the traffic conditions in Kyoto."

"If all goes well, we should be able to meet up with young master Akutagawa before 3 o'clock."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded silently, took out his phone from his pocket, fiddled with it for a while, pulled up his contacts, and stared blankly at the few names listed.

Without hesitating for a few minutes, he pressed the call button.