Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

...Don't rush, let me think about how to create this method first~

In fact, Zhao Hao had already had this idea for a long time.

Previously, during his first adventure in the strange realm, Zhao Hao obtained a special technique called "The Provocation Bell Sacrifice Technique".

This is a blood sacrifice ritual that requires daily rituals to sacrifice objects to produce special effects, making them a rudimentary magical artifact.

The advantage of this blood sacrifice ritual is that ordinary people can use it, but it is a long and arduous process. Without years of continuous effort and strong faith, it cannot be successful.

But in Zhao Hao's hands, can it be that simple? That would be too simplistic!

It must be changed!

Firstly, if you want a magical artifact to be in harmony with your mind and be easily controlled, it is best to refine it with your own blood.

Of course, ordinary people cannot use this method; the body cannot withstand bloodletting every day for a long time.

But it doesn't matter to those with extraordinary abilities; it's just a few drops of blood permeating their own spiritual energy each day.

However, it is the blessing of magical artifacts, especially the swords that need to be refined.

Zhao Hao had previously obtained a "Saki" Zanpakuto through gacha pulls; it was a basic, unenhanced Zanpakuto.

Although it was later fused into the Zanpakuto, Radiant Dragon Moon, Asauchi still left Zhao Hao with a great impression and shock.

You can try... Although you can't forge knives with your own soul, you can create your own spirituality.

By imbuing the sword with its original spirituality, and then having Chosokabu refine it with his own spiritual energy and blood, along with some alchemy and runic words, one could probably create a knock-off version of the Spirit-Slaying Sword.

Let's do it! We'll see if it works or not.

If it succeeds, that's good; if it fails, it means Chosoga no Bu wasn't sincere enough, he couldn't even properly maintain his own sword.

It seems that this black iron 4-star tachi, which has been passed down in the Chosokabe family for more than a hundred years, has quite a history and story.

In just three days, Chosokabu's constant refining and offerings had already shown signs of awakening his spirituality.

Okay, that's great! I've definitely done a good job teaching you!

At this moment, the person in the crowd who was originally staring at Tsuchimiya Gagaku was looking at the treasured sword in Chosoga no Fuku's hand: Why does it feel so similar to my Iizuna sword?

The Tsuchimiya family is skilled at raising spirit beasts. Tsuchimiya Yagaku's treasured sword contains a spirit beast, Izan, which is over two hundred years old and is actually a kusagi.

Although it is not as powerful as those ferocious spirit beasts, Tsuchimiya Gagaku, wielding the Iizuna Sword, has a great advantage in agility.

Moreover, the spirit beast Guanhu can come out to help in battle at crucial moments!

So, the second one just now was quick enough to get down—otherwise, the fox spirit would have come out and bitten off two pounds of his flesh!

At this moment, the sword in Chosoga no Fu's hand also developed a spirit, but the spirit had not yet taken shape, so Tsuchimiya Garaku felt that it was very similar to his own sword.

Zhao Hao, sitting atop the hill, was getting a little bored and regretted not bringing some snacks. The fighting had finally begun down below!

Natayama Michijo's weapon was quite modern; it was a cleaver, somewhat resembling a short-handled horse-slaying sword. It was a level 2 Black Iron weapon, likely crafted by himself. It couldn't compare to Chosoga no Fubu's treasured sword, Reikiri-maru.

In fact, after the first clash of weapons, Tayama Dojo was already somewhat hesitant and timid.

He discovered that his weapon had sustained minor damage after a simple bump, with a nick the size of a grain of rice appearing on the blade!

Could it be that the sword in Chosokabu's hand is so sharp?

He started to panic; he couldn't fight like this!

In reality, it's not that Reikiri-maru is so sharp, at least not entirely. Another reason is that Chosoga no Furu's spiritual energy gradually developed towards attributes like "sharpness" and "cutting" through years of swordsmanship training.

Even with a wooden sword, Chosoga no Nakamaro could easily cut a person in two as if he were wielding a fine steel sword!

With his sharp weapon and Chosokabu's truly exceptional swordsmanship, his attacks were layered, precise, and flawless.

Tayama Michishiro, who was skilled in machete and hand-to-hand combat, really had no way to deal with him.

Although continuing would allow him to deplete Chosoga Fubu's spiritual energy and stamina as much as possible, Tayama Michijo was not the kind of person who would resort to such tactics.

After confirming several times that he had no chance, he simply stepped back and generously admitted that he was no match for him.

It's all a tragic fate, really. Chosokabuki was just too good at controlling Tayama Michijo.

Tayama Dojo, skilled with a cleaver, dared not clash with Reikiri Maru, and even less so approach him unarmed, for being struck by it would be no joke.

However, due to the Spirit Cutting Pill's effect on spiritual energy, the "Transformation Diagram of Blissful Hell" that he possesses cannot materialize a protective spirit to fight, and can only enhance himself. His spiritual energy level is also lagging behind... Completely countered!

As Tayama Dojo turned and returned to the crowd, members of the Shikoku Seidokai patted his shoulder and arm and said something. Chosokabu couldn't help but sigh that the other party truly deserved to be called a famous "knight-errant" in Shikoku!

Upright and honest, open and aboveboard.

Tayama Michijo quickly conceded defeat, leaving Miyoshi Sankichi and the others looking rather displeased. After all, they had failed to further weaken Chosokabe.

However, the Shikoku Seidokai were not dough to be kneaded at will, so they had no choice but to give up.

"Master, it's up to you now. To prevent the secret realm from falling into the hands of demons, you must not hold back."

The bald man that Sanyo Sankichi instructed was Master Shizhen of Lingshan Temple, who was over forty years old and had advanced to Black Iron 5-star five years ago. He was currently focused on comprehending his spiritual trials, striving to advance to Bronze.

He wouldn't have come if it weren't for the fact that this matter involved the ownership of the secret realm and Miyoshi Mikichi's earnest invitation.

Having been entrusted with this task by Sanhao Sanji, he could only clasp his hands together and chant Amitabha's name, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

Since Chosokabuki has sided with the Tanuki Demon, I have no choice but to go all out to defeat him.

Lingshan Temple is perched on a cliff, making it difficult to climb. However, there is a beautiful waterfall at the foot of the mountain, and the temple is quite popular with worshippers.

Although Lingshan Temple is not a famous temple, it has a long and orderly history, spanning four or five hundred years. Although the number of people has never been large, the tradition of the inner world has always continued.

Master Shizhen was a member of the Nichiren sect and practiced a kind of "Buddhist teaching" called Niō Myōhō Lotus Body!

This practice is somewhat similar to asceticism and physical training, requiring physical hardship to purify the spirit, which aligns more closely with the Buddhist mindset. It is a practice that works from the outside in and then to the spirit.

Monk Shizhen meditated beneath the waterfall for twenty years, letting the rushing water pound against him, cultivating this technique to the Black Iron 5th level. He had reached the pinnacle of external martial arts; the next step was to work his way inward, entering the Bronze level.

When he clasped his hands together, his whole body began to radiate a faint golden light, like a bronze statue, and spiritual energy gathered under his feet to form a lotus platform.

At this time, he was only at the Lotus Body stage and didn't have many magical techniques at his disposal. His combat strength was mainly based on simple close combat, and he generally didn't have many spells, except for chanting scriptures.

But there's a reason why this method has been passed down at Lingshan Temple for three or four hundred years.

Although there are no "magical methods" available in the Black Iron stage, the resistance bonus to psionic energy is extremely high.

Moreover, the armor is very thick, providing excellent protection and enhancement to the body without compromising its protective function!

Once the two started fighting, it was like a blacksmith hammering away, clanging and banging.

Although the Spirit Slayer Pill has the effect of cutting off spiritual energy, it is not very effective against the monk Shizhen, who is covered in the golden light of Buddhism and has extremely high resistance to spiritual energy. When he slashes at the monk, the spiritual energy gathers and the golden light shines, but it cannot harm the monk's body.

In an instant, it was like rain pelting banana leaves, with fists and swords flashing rapidly!

The clash of psychic energies between the two sides created powerful gusts of wind, clearly indicating that the battle was too intense to be effectively controlled. The ground was thus damaged, leaving sword marks and craters scattered about.

Five or six minutes passed...

"Damn it! This monk Shizhen truly lives up to his reputation! I have absolutely no way to deal with him!"

Chosoka was panting heavily, his spiritual energy and physical strength almost depleted from the intense battle.

On the other hand, the senior monk remained calm and composed, after all, he was a veteran Iron 5-star, unlike the newbie Chosokabu.

Mindset, intuition, experience, and methods—they all have an advantage.

If it weren't for Chosoga no Furuichi wielding the treasured sword Reikirimaru, which somewhat mitigated his disadvantages, he might not have survived until now.

"I don't have much psionic energy left, so I can only use that one move! I'm not very familiar with it yet, so I have to take a gamble!"

For some reason, he remembered his second senior brother's move, "Old Man Crawling Under the Blanket," or rather, "Stepping Forward Slash!"

"Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound, and I deeply admire you. My spiritual energy is now almost depleted; please accept my final move!"

"Amitabha Buddha~ Please do your best to help, benefactor."

Chosoka Furuya mobilized all the remaining psionic energy.

Run! Speed ​​it up, run it faster!

Before the second time, when my senior brother was sleepwalking and practicing swordsmanship, I wasn't sleeping either!

Come! Let my psychic energy flow through every cell in my body... and generate lightning!

Chosoga slowly assumed the stance for a close-quarters sword draw, and in the next instant, as if a blue light appeared, or as if a cacophony of birdsong arose, Chosoga had already appeared behind the monk Seshin, his long sword drawn...

Monk Shizhen put down his boxing stance, put his hands together in prayer, and said, "Amitabha, I have lost."

A thin, narrow wound suddenly appeared on the well-defined muscles of his side, and blood seeped out and slid down his pale golden skin.

Zhao Hao taught Zongwobu a method that was casually abridged and modified, a monkey-style electromagnetic propulsion, which Zhao Hao called "Thunder Breathing".

Zhao Hao would shock Nagasogabu for an hour every night, until Nagasogabu was terrified at the mere sight of Zhao Hao raising his hand. Only then did Nagasogabu finally regain some feeling and be able to generate electricity on his own.

After all, the genuine electromagnetic propulsion technique is only a Bronze 3-star skill. If he wants to truly master it, he must first advance to the Bronze level.

However, this kid is indeed worthy of being called a genius. He actually managed to imitate three or four parts of the move after only watching the second move's forward slash once!

The problem is, if you only have a superficial understanding of what you've learned before, what good can come of imitating someone who only has a superficial understanding?

This has degenerated from the old man crawling into bed to the old woman being unable to get onto the kang (heated brick bed)!

I can't bear to watch! Zhao Hao covered his eyes...

Chapter 420: Come at me all at once, what do I, Yasuo, have to fear?

Having used every trick in the book, Chosokabu managed to defeat the monk Seshin by sheer luck.

At this moment, he supported himself with the Spirit-Cutting Pill in his hand, his heart surging with indescribable emotions: Master! I did it! I did it 555…

Electrocution, the reason why being electrocuted is considered a form of punishment and even used to "cure internet addiction," is because it is so painful and unbearable.

Chosokabu, who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood and whose fundamental character was based on endurance, was terrified of Zhao Haodian. He was afraid of him at the mere sight of him.

They suffered so much!

After enduring countless electric shocks that left him unable to even crawl, Chosokabu finally managed to get a tiny bit of a feel for it with Zhao Hao's help, and used all his remaining spiritual energy to generate this little bit of lightning!

In that instant, all the curiosity and fear they once felt towards Zhao Hao transformed into unparalleled admiration!

I will resolutely uphold all decisions made by my master, and I will always follow all instructions given by my master!

In that instant, the Japanese people's decisiveness and extremism erupted, or rather, Stockholm syndrome evolved to its extreme.

I, Changzongwobu, will follow my master's path for the rest of my life and follow him steadfastly!

Chosokabu was deep in his own thoughts, and only after a long while did someone around him let out a soft, wistful sigh.