Translator: _Min_
For the first time, the expression on Fujisan Shinjiâs face changed.
That Si Fuqing could utter the name Fujisan Shinya was not surprising to him, especially since he had just introduced himself and his school.
Fujisan Shinya, who was in his thirties, had achieved profound mastery in the art of Yin and Yang, earning him considerable prestige in Eastern Mulberry.
However, the name Fujisan Kenji also represented a taboo within the Fujisan family.
Six years ago, three hundred Yin-Yang masters from the Fujisan family joined forces at the East Ridge Sea to cast a formation, summoning a hundred ghosts
in an event they called the âNight Parade of One Hundred Demons.â
This formation was as challenging as ascending to the heavens themselves. After years of research and over a thousand failed attempts, the Fujisan family finally succeeded.
The power of the Night Parade was immense, rendering even Class S evolved beings powerless before it.
Originally intended as a weapon against the JI family, their plan faltered at the encounter with Yu Wu, resulting in the total annihilation of the demons.
Not only did they fail to breach the defenses of the JI family, but they also didnât break past the coastline.
Yu Wu emerged unscathed, without a speck of dust on their sleeves.
No one knew the identity of Yu Wu, whether male or female, young or old.
This battle saw Yu Wu not laying a finger on the three hundred Masters of Yin-Yang but merely breaking the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
The life force of these Masters of Yin-Yang was already dwindling due to the formationâs toll, leaving them too weak to return to Eastern Mulberry, and one by one, they succumbed to illness.
The leading Master of Yin-Yang among them was Fujisan Kenji.
Bearing the brunt of the formationâs backlash, his suffering was greatest.
The Fujisan family didnât even have the chance to perform rites for Fujisan Kenji before his soul shattered into pieces.
The death of three hundred Yin-Yang masters was a tremendous disgrace for the Fujisan family, a topic forbidden from discussion.
As years passed, Eastern Mulberry gradually forgot, and Great Xia remained unaware.
How then did Si Fuqing, a person from Great Xia, come to know the name Fujisan Kenji and ofhis demise?
Fujisan Shinjiâs gaze darkened, âHow do you know the name of my master uncle, and that he has passed away?â
âHmm,â Si Fuqing replied with a lazy smile, âbecause I was there when he died.
I guess you could say I was the cause.â
At these words, Fujisan Shinjiâs complexion changed yet again.
âMr. Fujisan, she just likes to say strange things,â Zuo Xianyu said with a cold laugh. âYou donât need to mind her. She might be able to handle a few thugs, but how could she compare to a Master of Yin-yang?â
The power held by Masters of Yin-Yang was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Not even a world boxing champion stood a chance against them, let alone Si Fuqingâs modest skills.
However, Fujisan Shinjiâs mind was already set on murder.
Regardless of how Si Fuqing knew, once he transferred her luck to Zuo Xianyu, Si Fuqing was marked for death.
âMiss Zuo, letâs begin,â Fujisan Shinji said, no longer paying attention to Si
Fuqing. âDonât worry, she wonât escape. My shikigami will watch her. If she moves.
Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Fujisan Koteiâs voice trembled, âSe-Senior brother!â
Before Fujisan Shinji could turn, a piercing pain exploded in his chest. Overwhelmed, he collapsed to the ground with a scream of agony.
âMr. Fujisan!â Zuo Xianyuâs expression changed.
She rushed to help him but was repelled by some force, crashing into the wall behind her.
Fujisan Kotei was the only one still standing, staring in shock at the girl who rose to her feet.
In an instant, everything became clear to him.
She hadnât been restrained by Fujisan Shinjiâs shikigami; she had been feigning unconsciousness!
Si Fuqing moved her wrists and lifted her right hand leisurely, âYou mean this shikigami?â
In her hand was a black crow, not a physical being but a spirit.
With a crisp âcrack,â the spirit crow was covered in fissures and shattered into pieces, quickly dissipating.
Fujisan Shinji, frozen in shock, could not believe his eyes as he stared at the empty ground, his veins throbbing with rage.
Someone had destroyed his shikigami!
A shikigami was a part of a Master of Yin-yangâs power, and its destruction meant a significant loss of strength, especially since this crow was his guardian spirit.
Its loss meant his cultivation would regress.
If not treated in time, there was even the possibility of becoming completely incapacitated..