I Grind to Martial Saint

In that instant.

Han Yuan’s gaze met that of the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother.

A strange feeling of alarm and extreme dread inexplicably surfaced in Han Yuan’s heart.

The statue’s strange movement also alerted the Wangling Sect fiends and their followers to Han Yuan’s presence in the shadows.

But Han Yuan’s face was covered, so the Wangling Sect fiends couldn’t see who he truly was.

"Kill him!"

a Wangling Sect fiend roared.

He didn’t know who Han Yuan was.

But anyone who snuck in during the middle of the night must have ill intentions. Kill him first, ask questions later!

At his command,

a dozen Wangling Sect fiends led several dozen followers, their faces vicious as they charged at Han Yuan.

At that moment, a savage, beast-like expression suddenly appeared on Han Yuan’s face.

’You think *you* can make me afraid?!’

Han Yuan stared at the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother, an extremely violent thought rising in his mind.

It was this thought that allowed him to suppress all the alarm and dread in his heart!

This was the Innate Great Demon Skill!

A demon fears neither heaven nor earth!

"Kill!"

Han Yuan drew the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber!

The moment the heavy saber appeared, it let out a ringing sound like the cry of a Dragon Sparrow.

PSSSHHH!!!

A flash of cold light swept out, instantly taking five or six heads with it.

Han Yuan’s expression barely changed as his wrist continuously flicked the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber.

The entire scene resembled a bloody slaughterhouse.

Anyone struck by the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber was immediately dismembered.

Severed hands, severed heads—some people were even cleaved in half at the chest.

Blood and entrails splattered across the ground, releasing a foul stench.

The followers were scared out of their wits by Han Yuan’s slaughter, crying out in terror.

"Demon King!"

"He’s the Great Demon King!"

But upon hearing this, Han Yuan only seemed to grow more excited as he cut down the Wangling Sect followers and their fiends.

A dozen or so seconds later,

the courtyard was filled with nothing but corpses.

Besides Han Yuan, only a single Yellow Robe Mage remained.

"In all of Cangshui County Town, there is only one person with such a heavy demonic nature."

"You are the Demon Blade, Han Yuan!"

The Yellow Robe Mage stared at the masked figure, his voice trembling.

Han Yuan smiled, pulling down his mask. "Congratulations, you’re right," he said softly.

"Your prize is a one-time-use decapitation experience card."

PSSSH!

The next instant,

a flash of cold light sent the Yellow Robe Mage’s head flying.

Finally,

Han Yuan looked toward the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother.

He had long since changed the direction he was facing.

But the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother seemed to have locked onto him, its own orientation shifting to match.

Its once solemn and compassionate face now held an expression that was not quite a smile, not quite a frown, not quite a tearful grimace—it was exceptionally bizarre.

"Playing gods and ghosts!"

Han Yuan was about to draw his saber and shatter the statue,

when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

The entire courtyard became hazy, filled with a thick, foul miasma of corpse energy.

The Wangling Sect fiends and followers he had just killed were now being driven by some unseen force, rising to their feet in a grotesque, horrifying manner.

Even the headless ones were able to stand.

The corpses stared at Han Yuan, letting out strange cries: "Give me back my life... give me back my life..."

As they chanted, they began to close in on Han Yuan.

Han Yuan frowned slightly at the sight.

After all, being surrounded by dozens of mangled, bloody corpses would make any living person feel a bit unsettled.

Han Yuan quickly circulated his Great Demon Innate Skill. The violent thoughts in his mind grew more extreme, and the ferocious light in his eyes intensified.

"You were all a bunch of useless trash before you died."

"You think I’d be afraid of you now that you’re dead?!"

Han Yuan swung the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber, unleashing the Water-Splitting Slash.

SHOO SHOO SHOO~~

Streaks of saber light slashed out like a surging tide, roiling with power as they enveloped the corpses.

PSSSST~~~

After they mutated, the corpses seemed to have gained a great deal of strength, but it was still useless against Han Yuan.

The dense, surging saber light instantly minced the corpses into pulp.

"Han Yuan!"

Suddenly, the severed head of the Wangling Sect Mage he had decapitated flew toward him unnaturally.

Its teeth were freakishly long and sharp, dripping with blood as it lunged to bite Han Yuan’s face.

"Courting death!"

Han Yuan gripped the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber with both hands and brought it down in a powerful, straight chop!

BOOM!

The air seemed to thunder as if struck by lightning.

PSSSH!

The head was instantly split in two.

After cleaving the head, Han Yuan, Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber in hand, charged toward the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother with ferocious momentum.

"Mortal!"

"Why do you not kneel when you see my true self!"

A voice like a great, booming bell suddenly echoed in Han Yuan’s mind.

Han Yuan’s Heart Spirit wavered.

Beneath the night sky, a phantom image appeared before his eyes—deathly still, wreathed in yellow streams of air, like a Divine Spirit.

This phantom Divine Spirit wore a lotus crown, formed an ancient Dharma Seal with its hands, and sat cross-legged upon a lotus flower.

Behind it, countless ghosts seemed to be wailing and weeping in anguish.

Han Yuan felt as if his eyes were about to split open.

The pain was excruciating.

It seemed mortals could not look directly upon a Divine Spirit.

But Han Yuan just laughed out loud. "Just a mere Evil Demon Seed, and you dare to impersonate a Divine Spirit? Who the hell do you think you are?!"

The next moment,

he shot into the air, his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber swinging up in a sharp half-moon arc.

Eight Extremes·Rising Moon Slash!

PSSSH!

This time,

the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber, wreathed in Great Demon True Qi, was like a rising black moon.

PSSSST~~~

The phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother was instantly torn to shreds by the black moon’s saber light.

"Mortal!"

"You will one day sink into the Yellow Springs River!"

The phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother shrieked a curse.

The next moment,

it vanished completely.

After landing, Han Yuan stood with the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber in hand, panting slightly.

He hadn’t expected the Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother to be so treacherous. If it weren’t for the boost from his Innate Great Demon True Qi, he feared he would have fallen into its trap.

’This Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother seems to hold a sliver of treacherous power,’ Han Yuan mused. ’It can not only cause corpses to mutate, but it can also create illusions in people’s minds.’

Han Yuan gazed at the stone Statue of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother, his expression a mixture of shock and suspicion.

Just then,

a voice called out from outside the mansion.

"Director Han, are you alright?"

It was Zhai Mu’s voice.

After all, Han Yuan had entered the Song Mansion some time ago and hadn’t come out.

When Zhai Mu realized this, he had quickly rushed over with some men.

"I’m fine... Don’t come in yet."

"Go get Old Yan from the Celestial Star Tribe."

Han Yuan said in a low voice.

This Old Yan was the supervisor of the Celestial Phenomena Tribe.

「Not long after.」

An old drunkard with messy hair, reeking of alcohol, was brought over.

It was Old Yan.

"Such heavy evil energy..."

The moment he arrived at the Song Mansion, Old Yan seemed to sober up. He sniffed the air, his brow furrowing deeply.

"Supervisor Yan, Director Han is inside. He wants you to go in,"

Zhai Mu said gravely.

"Can I choose not to go in?"

Old Yan, looking nothing like a supervisor, chuckled.

"That’s not my decision to make."

"Why don’t you go tell the Director that yourself?"

Zhai Mu, naturally, wasn’t falling for it and shook his head.

"That kid isn’t easy to talk to."

"Looks like this old man has no choice but to go in."

Old Yan took out a wine gourd and, as if to steel his nerves, took a swig before stepping into the Song Mansion.

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