The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

To his complete surprise, these Japanese devils were even more ruthless than he had imagined, completely disregarding the lives of their own people.

Chapter 36 The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry

"You Japanese slaves are indeed worse than animals. I will cut off your dog heads."

A cold, arrogant voice rang out. Wang Wu's face turned ruddy, his eyes gleamed with a blue light, and powerful Qi erupted from his body.

The azure-colored Qi erupted continuously, coalescing into a blue dragon of light.

A light rose from beneath his crotch, and a red hare formed from qi appeared. At this moment, Wang Wu unleashed his full power.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar that pierced through the clouds and split rocks resounded.

A blue dragon's light and shadow circled around him, and the power that Wang Wu unleashed at this moment was extremely terrifying, shocking everyone present.

Zhou Ming stood rooted to the spot, his scalp tingling, his eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Wang Wu.

The invisible will of the Martial Saint seemed to penetrate his inner defenses, instantly piercing through the faint but pure demonic thoughts within him.

A flash of light swept past, severing the invisible demonic thought in two with a single stroke, utterly eradicating it.

The pure, idealistic will of the Martial Saint is condensed in the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Wang Wu raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and vanished from his spot in the next instant.

In an instant, countless flashes of light appeared, and even the sound seemed to be silenced, bringing a moment of quiet to the surroundings.

The arrogant Onmyoji, who had been so cocky, didn't utter a single word. His arrogant expression remained as his body stiffened and split in two, spilling blood and internal organs all over the ground.

"Leave immediately!" Wang Wu said, his back to Zhou Ming and the other man, his voice sounding strange.

Even Wang Wenlian's armor could no longer hold up. He walked over, grabbed Zhou Ming's shoulder, and said while pulling him, "Let's go!"

Zhou Ming also forced himself to ignore the pain of his internal injuries and gritted his teeth to follow.

This mission can be described as a complete failure; the Japanese had clearly been preparing for the invasion of Shanghai for many years.

This massive fortress, with its outer walls nearly a meter thick and various mechanisms to prevent spying, could not have been built in just one or two years; it likely took more than three years.

A large number of experts gathered there, armed to the teeth, and with the presence of traitors, it was naturally impossible to break through.

Zhou Ming was very resilient. After gradually adapting to the pain in his internal organs, he turned around and supported Wang Wen.

The three of them went to the window and jumped out together.

As he breathed in the fresh air and looked at the dazzling sunlight, a thought flashed through Zhou Ming's mind.

"Wrong, completely wrong. As an Outcast, one should never use military tactics. Instead, one should launch nighttime raids, surprise attacks, and sabotage. It should never be like this, forcibly breaking into an iron fortress."

Reflecting on everything since the start of the war, Zhou Ming became even more determined in his decision.

Before the war even started, Zhou Ming, dressed in black, turned the entire Hongkou district upside down, killing people with utter impunity.

Even elite forces like the military police were nothing more than ants he could kill at will.

And that night when they were clearing the machine gun emplacements, they were able to kill so recklessly, precisely because they made full use of their own advantages and slaughtered these Japanese devils through surprise attacks.

"I still have Blood Demon Soldiers. Even if we need to ambush some dangerous places, I can use their lives to pay the price." Zhou Ming made up his mind that even if he followed the main force, he would fight in his own way.

"Thump!" A sudden sound came from the side, and Wang Wu fell to the ground without warning.

Red Hare, Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and all the armor on his body disappeared, revealing a pale and defeated Wang Wu.

Zhou Ming's pupils contracted. With his keen senses and familiarity with the primordial spirit, Zhou Ming instantly made a judgment: the other party was already mentally exhausted, or rather, his life force was exhausted.

"Lao Wu!"

"Five brothers!"

Wang Wen and the other man quickly helped Wang Wu up, looked around, found a small building that looked deserted, and helped Wang Wu inside.

Once inside, Wang Wen carried Wang Wu to a bed. Zhou Ming rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find an iron kettle, filled it with water, and even brought out a lantern to boil the water as quickly as possible.

"Don't waste your energy." Wang Wu's voice suddenly rang out, his eyes drooping as if he were very sleepy.

"Fifth Brother! You shouldn't have unleashed your full power as a Martial Saint. I could have dealt with that Yin-Yang Master." Wang Wen's face was tense, his emotions churning, and for some reason, he started to complain.

"You've seen Zhou Ming's strength too. He's become so much stronger in just half a year. He can take care of the rest of the Japanese devils."

Zhou Ming stood to the side, frozen in place, staring blankly at Wang Wu.

"I believe you can definitely do it without being injured. Since you mastered Iron Shirt, you've combined the two techniques and unleashed tremendous power. You'll definitely be able to defeat that Yin-Yang Master." As Wang Wu spoke, he seemed to have recovered, no longer appearing drowsy, but instead becoming more energetic.

Wang Wu propped himself up on the bed and even sat up, looking at the silent Zhou Ming. He smiled and said, "Xiao Ming's talent is unprecedented. In just over half a year, he has mastered the Iron Shirt technique to the third level of perfection, and he is just a little short of breaking through to the fourth level."

“Only my talent is so mediocre. I have guarded the Martial Saint Divine Rank passed down by my sect for so many years, but in the end, I lost my life in one full-force burst. I am truly ashamed of my ancestors and my master.” Wang Wu’s mood was somewhat depressed as he spoke.

"Fifth Brother!" Wang Wen was about to say something comforting when he was interrupted by Wang Wu.

"My real name isn't Wang Wu, but Wen Qingyu. It's just that my master's surname is Wang, and I'm the fifth among my fellow disciples, so I took this fake name." In the last moment of her life, Wen Qingyu shed her disguise.

He told his two brothers, with whom he had shared life and death, his real name.

Zhou Ming looked at his fifth brother, who seemed to be making his final arrangements, and remained unusually silent. He hated this moment, hated this situation, and hated this atmosphere.

"Don't look so gloomy. I didn't die in vain. I killed a lot of experts, which can be considered as avenging my sect." Wen Qingyu smiled at the two of them and said.

"Fifth Brother, I will kill many Japanese devils to avenge you." Zhou Ming's emotions surged for a long time, but in the end, he could only say this sentence.

"Revenge? Sure, but Fifth Brother has a favor to ask of you," Wen Qingyu said, leaning wearily against the wall.

"Fifth Brother, please speak freely." Zhou Ming handed over the hot water in his hand.

Wen Qingyu took two sips and discovered for the first time how comforting drinking hot water was.

“Xiao Ming, my talent is not as good as yours, but you have gone astray. If it weren’t for the current chaotic world, you would have been wanted by the police long ago.”

“But these are chaotic times, so who cares about the right path or the wrong path? As long as we protect our country and fight against foreign enemies, even the most evil methods are the right path. I think that must be your philosophy!” Wen Qingyu said.

“Yes.” Zhou Ming nodded.

"The idea is correct, but you can't ignore one point: some evil techniques are not just about subjective actions, but the power cultivated can also affect the mind. I don't know what method you used to minimize the negative effects of such an evil technique, but it's not enough!"

As Wen Qingyu spoke, she grabbed Zhou Ming's hand, as if she had suddenly regained her strength before death.

With his other hand, he grabbed the edge of the bed, pried off a piece of wood the size of his palm, and an invisible force gathered in his fingers, causing a lot of wood chips to fly around. Soon, he carved a Guan Gong statue.

Chapter 37: Last Words and the Reactivation of the Cheat Code

“Zhou Ming, this is the inheritance of the Divine Statue lineage. You can use it to cultivate. I have also entrusted the Martial Saint Divine Spark to it. After it is integrated into your body, do not use it lightly.” Wen Qingyu placed the finished statue in Zhou Ming’s hand, and her energy began to decline rapidly.

"If you have the chance to see a suitable promising talent, please help me take him on as an apprentice."

Without giving Zhou Ming time to react, as if she didn't want to see the scene of parting, or perhaps she really couldn't hold on any longer, Wen Qingyu closed her eyes and fell silent.

Zhou Ming stood silently in place, holding a statue with an article carved on it, his heart feeling as heavy as if it were filled with a 500-pound iron awl.

“Brother Wen!” Zhou Ming suddenly said.

"Ok!"

“Let’s go back. We’re both badly injured. Once we’ve recovered, I don’t plan to launch any more brute force attacks like this. I’m better suited for nighttime assassinations and sneak attacks. With Ghost Dog and Blood Eagle, I can kill even more Japanese devils.” Zhou Ming’s tone was unusually calm.

Men can be very stubborn and reserved at times, unwilling to show their emotional breakdowns to anyone.

I don't want to expose my weaknesses, nor do I want my breakdown to affect the people I care about.

……

The atmosphere in the camp was unusually oppressive.

When Zhou Ming carried Wang Wu back, he happened to run into Liu Yan.

"Xiaoming, you're all alright, that's great." Liu Yan had just finished speaking when she saw Wang Wu, who had been silent, gradually stop and quiet down.

"Fifth Brother?" Liu Yan said softly.

"He's sacrificed!" Zhou Ming replied before leaving.

Wang Wen, who was more seriously injured, followed behind. When he passed Liu Yan, he paused and said, "Xiao Ming and I are both seriously injured and need to go into seclusion to heal and recuperate. You should report this to the team leader."

"Okay!" Liu Yan nodded and went to report to the team leader with a heavy heart.

Wan Baoming sat on the bed, his entire abdomen wrapped in bandages, while a medical worker applied medicine and bandaged his shoulder.

"Wang Wu is dead!" Wan Baoming was momentarily dazed. He and Wen Qingyu's teacher were old acquaintances.

The divine mask is a signature technique in Peking Opera, but it is not a single school or sect; rather, there are many different schools, each with some differences.

The lineage of idols originated from a school that rose to prominence several hundred years ago. However, it was suppressed in Beijing 100 years ago, and even persecuted by the Qing government, leaving it no choice but to come to Shanghai.

Legend has it that the founder of this lineage was once a hermit from Maoshan who practiced summoning gods and also learned some witchcraft, enabling him to create wild gods and minor spirits.

By chance, he obtained the mask of divinity, but lacked a method to store the power of faith.

However, this person was also a genius, and he created the Divine Idol Method based on the methods he had learned before.

By combining divinity and divine imagery, storing the power of faith, and even cultivating it to a certain level, one can achieve a degree of independence, thus passing it down through generations.

Over the past few centuries, few have been able to cultivate a divine status that can be passed down independently, but each one is a treasure, which is why they are coveted and suppressed.

Five years ago, during the Shanghai Incident, the Japanese indiscriminately bombed our army's positions, houses, shops and streets, causing a large number of deaths.

At that time, the idol faction also joined the war of resistance, but it was the first time that they had faced large-scale frontal attacks from the army's artillery and even ships, resulting in heavy casualties.

Moreover, they were targeted by the Japanese invaders and suffered heavy losses, almost being wiped out.

The various lineages of deities disappeared because the people who died on the battlefield did not receive their inheritance.

Wen Qingyu was the only child saved by his master at the cost of his life, but unexpectedly, he has also sacrificed himself.

Wan Baoming felt somewhat heavy-hearted, with nowhere to vent his suppressed anger.

……

Zhou Ming locked himself in the room, circulating his Qi to restore his physical condition.

As darkness fell, Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes and took out a statue of Guan Yu from his pocket.

"Fifth Brother, I will make those Japanese devils pay the price." A red glint flashed in Zhou Ming's eyes before he looked at the back of the sculpture.

The dense text appeared before his eyes. After reading it once, Zhou Ming memorized it and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Crack!" The statue was cracked open, and a faint blue light appeared. A figure like a blue dragon flew out and rushed towards Zhou Ming's brow.