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I have previously mentioned that the enmity between humans and demons has existed since ancient times. As early as the Primordial Era, humans and demons struggled amidst the flames of war for many years.
After the Primordial Era, there was the Ancient Court Era, which was the time when the demon race was in power. The emperor of that time was known as Eastern Emperor Taiyi, whose true form was a Golden Crow. The Golden Crows shot down by Hou Yi were the offspring of that emperor.
Later, under the name of the Investiture of the Gods, humanity seized control of the demon court. After Zhang Yuhuang ascended to the throne, the demon race was enslaved by humans for a period of time, leading to a great catastrophe in later generations, famously known as the Great Havoc in the Palace from Journey to the West.
Although Sun Wukong was the main culprit behind the Great Havoc in the Palace, those who have read Journey to the West seriously know that there was another crucial factor that gave him the audacity to cause such chaos: other great sages of the demon race.
The Seven Great Sages of the demon race include Pingtai Sheng, Bull Demon King, Oceanic Great Sage Jiao Demon King, Mixed Great Sage Peng Demon King, Mountain-moving Great Sage Lion-Turtle King, Wind Master Monkey King, Divine Beast King Yuanrong King, and the most famous Qi Da Sheng Sun Wukong.
If it weren't for the encouragement of these six others, I doubt Qi Da Sheng would have impulsively attacked Lingxiao Palace. Therefore, behind Sun Wukong's Great Havoc in the Palace was actually a plan devised by the entire demon race.
It was from this point that humanity began to attempt reconciliation with demons.
The first thing they did was abolish the Noble Slave Talisman. The Ancient Artifact Demon Suppression Banner was enshrined on the Dragon Slaying Platform in the court, and no one could use that artifact anymore; thus, its existence became more symbolic than anything else.
However, the Noble Slave Talisman was different. As long as it was drawn, it could control a demon whose cultivation level was weaker than that of the person who drew it. A demon under control might end up serving as a slave or servant within a cultivator's faction if lucky. If unlucky, they could even be forced into a demon fighting arena for life-and-death battles.
Therefore, the first step toward reconciling with demons was to abolish the Noble Slave Talisman.
The Noble Slave Talisman has been abolished for at least a thousand years; not many people still recognize it. However, by sheer luck, I encountered it here.
Hiding behind one of the iron cages, I saw a group of people approaching. There were quite a few of them—about a dozen—each one busy with something in their hands. Some wielded clubs; others had daggers; and one particularly extravagant individual wore traditional Japanese samurai attire and had two swords at his waist.
Wow, so not only cultivators but also foreign friends are involved?
However, that samurai did not seem to be their leader; he appeared more like a bodyguard. Behind him stood a man dressed in a red suit. He was short and wore an eye-catching purple scarf around his neck while puffing on a thick cigar.
This must be their leader. As he walked along, he cursed loudly while those around him dared not speak too much and could only show fierce expressions as they vented their anger on their upcoming enemies.
Calling people with Uncle Xing will result in a wage deduction, and even if I called them now, I doubt anyone would come after getting beaten half to death.
But do I only eat that one bowl of rice from Uncle Xing? Wouldn't that starve me? Don't worry, I have another place to call for help.
Holding a Yellow Talisman in my hand, I pinched it between my fingers, and it suddenly ignited in my grasp. Amidst the smoke, four figures stepped forward.
Four big men appeared before me; Wang Chao brought a folding stool, Ma Han weighed a brick in his hand, Zhang Long pulled out a bottle of liquor, and Zhao Hu carried a baseball bat.
These were the four top experts under Yama King, officially known as Brawlers.
"Yin, who are we hitting this time?" Wang Chao, the eldest among them, unfolded the stool and sat down. He was self-aware enough to know that I had called them out for no other reason.
I wasn't worried about them being exposed; after all, who could see them but ordinary people?
In the Underworld, whether it was Black and White Impermanence or Ox-Head and Horse-Face, their specialties were soul-related spells since there were more souls than anything else. But these four brothers were different; they specialized in fighting when they were alive. Therefore, their tools carried human energy, allowing them to fight both souls and people in the human world.
Loving their work and dedicated to their craft, these four brothers were definitely models of professionalism. I've never seen anyone who loved fighting this much.
"Come on, brothers, let's put in some overtime." It was already night when Shaoming and I came out, and now it was almost ten o'clock, so it counted as overtime for Wang Chao and the others: "By the way, why are you all here together tonight?"
Usually, when calling these brothers at night, they wouldn't all show up. Last time, I only managed to get Ma Han to come.
"We were playing mahjong," Zhao Hu said sleepily while holding the baseball bat. "We started last night; just as we were about to wrap up, you called us."
So these four hadn't slept for two nights? They really had energy; no wonder the boss Wang Chao sat down as soon as he came out.
"Alright, brothers, you've worked hard." I said, "Help me this time, and I'll treat you to late-night snacks next time."
"Forget it." Zhang Long grabbed the bottle and gulped down the remaining half of the liquor, wiping his mouth. "Let's finish this quickly and get back to sleep."
I shot a sideways glance at him.
"Alright, enough chit-chat." Wang Chao folded up the stool and casually slung it over his shoulder.
The angle was perfect; with the stool positioned just right, when the fight broke out, Wang Chao could easily swing it outwards, creating a wide area of impact.
"Who are we hitting?" Wang Chao asked boldly.
I pointed at the group approaching us. "Those guys over there."
"There aren't many of them, are there? Big brother, is there enough to go around?" Ma Han squinted his eyes, dissatisfied. "How about this: I’ll take three from the side."
"Second brother, that's not fair. I should get three too," Zhang Long interjected with a burp.
"Fine, I want three as well. Just to stretch my muscles. Big brother, you can have the rest," Zhao Hu said.
"Alright, I'll take three too," Wang Chao said excitedly.
Do you know why they all chose three? Because there weren't enough to go around; there were only eleven people on the opposite side. After their four brothers took their share, only the warrior and the leader would be left.
For these four brothers, fighting ghosts was nowhere near as satisfying as fighting people. So for them, it was like splitting a red envelope; if they didn't divide it evenly, I figured they would end up fighting among themselves.
"Brother Yin, I'm sorry, but you'll only get two this time," Wang Chao said with a guilty expression directed at me.
"Don't mention it. If you want more, you can have my two," I replied, covering my face.
I've never seen anyone who had an appetite for fighting; if you want them all, I wouldn't mind!
"That's not acceptable. We're all brothers; how can I let you suffer? If you're short one, the one that looks like it can fight a bit is yours," Wang Chao said, patting my shoulder with a serious expression.
"Alright, alright," I replied, feeling frustrated. "Let's finish this up quickly."
If we kept dragging this out, those people across from us would come over.
"We'll go in once all their people are inside, understood?" I instructed.
Why did I set up the Fire Talisman array? Wasn't it to prevent any of them from escaping? The Fire Talisman was meant to block their retreat.
"Got it," Wang Chao replied on behalf of his brothers.
The Rabbit Demon Girl cautiously opened each iron cage behind her. She didn't have the ability to unlock the Noble Slave Talismans of the other fairies, so she could only release these Sisters.
However, despite her careful movements, she was still noticed by the approaching group. They quickly quickened their pace, trying to stop her.
As the last person stepped through the door of this room, I gave the command. Wang Chao and his three companions pounced like starving dogs that hadn't eaten in a long time when they saw a piece of meat.
At the same time, I formed a hand seal, channeling my mana from beneath my feet to ignite the Fire Talismans. Flames surged up, immediately blocking off the escape route at the entrance.
Before that group could react, Wang Chao and his companions launched their attack.
A folding stool came crashing in from the side, taking down three men in black suits.
A brick, a wine bottle, and a baseball bat followed suit.
In an instant, among the group that had approached, only two remained standing in place.
"Idiot!" the samurai shouted angrily, drawing his sword and holding it in front of him.
The Wakizashi in my hand seemed rather shabby compared to the long sword the samurai wielded. However, the quality of a weapon is not just determined by its material; an important factor is the user!
I actually didn't know how to use a sword; my only advantage was my speed, which was much faster than that of an average person! After all, the Wind Walking Technique wasn't learned for nothing!
I slightly crouched down, holding the Wakizashi behind me like a ghostly shadow as I slowly approached the samurai.
This wasn't just a street fight! A brawl is different from a weapon duel; a brawl relies on momentum, while a weapon duel depends on technique and agility, especially with short weapons.
On the battlefield, there's a saying: "An inch longer, an inch stronger." But that's battlefield experience; in a weapon duel, having too long a weapon isn't necessarily an advantage.
After all, shorter weapons are more agile, right? Of course, if there's too great a disparity between two opponents, it becomes irrelevant. After all, even if Ip Man skillfully wielded the Eight-Slice Blade, he might not withstand Guan Er Ye's strike with the Qinglong Yanyue Dao due to sheer weight.
It was just a samurai; how tough could he be? As it turned out, he was far from an ordinary samurai.
The samurai was extremely alert. Despite being surrounded by raging flames, he remained composed, gripping his Wakizashi tightly. The moment I got close to him, the Wakizashi transformed into a flash of light and struck down fiercely!
Damn it! We're both just trying to make a living here; why be so ruthless? Wouldn't it be better for him to let me beat him half to death? What was he resisting for?
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