Chapter 99: The Swordsman Who Can Slay Ghosts
After the fragile balance on the sub-island was restored, the Moroboshi family also took advantage of the situation to achieve its own strategic goals. Not only did they gain a larger territory, but they also had a port for foreign trade.

This is enough for Yan Xu. All he needs next is a period of accumulation and a little patient waiting to have enough strength to achieve his next goal.

However, Yan Xu is not focusing most of his energy on this aspect now, because the new world is about to open and the new golden finger is about to arrive. He is excited and frightened in his heart, so he has no mood to pay attention to these trivial matters.

The foundation that took nearly a year to build was indeed a small matter for Yan Xu.

In fact, after completing the initial accumulation and training with the help of the Japanese world, the value and attraction of the Japanese world to him has been greatly reduced. After all, his goal from the beginning was not to dominate the world unless there was enough benefit.

Unfortunately, this is just a world with an ancient background. Even if you have extraordinary powers, it will be useless if you can't use them.

Therefore, unifying the secondary islands is enough. Otherwise, what's the point of taking over the main island? Apart from increasing wealth such as gold and silver, the gains are far less than imagined. It would be more cost-effective to develop the new world and seek more opportunities.

Now the Japanese world is like an orchard that Yan Xu can harvest regularly, so he simply divided the power. Yiyu Jing is in charge of civil affairs, Fu Ji is in charge of commerce, and although the new Fukushima Ji has not touched a finger yet, she is still entrusted with the important task of managing Onimaruyama Castle. The purpose is to divide the power into three parts and minimize the impact of his long-term absence from the territory.

As for whether he would be sidelined, Yan Xu was not worried about this. The elite soldiers, young and strong farmers, and grassroots warriors were all recruited by him from the system. So no matter what tricks these people played, it was always just a farce for him who controlled everything.

So during this period of time Yan Xu has been busy training and concentrating on improving his own strength, because he is not sure whether he can bring the soldiers recruited by the system into the next world. If not, then everything will depend on himself.

Every time a new world is opened, it is unknown, and one will be forced to stay in the new world for a month. If it is a peaceful world, it will be fine, but if it is a dangerous world, Yan Xu doesn’t know if he can survive. This thing tests luck too much.

When Yan Xu thought about going out into the world alone, without anyone he could trust around him, and having to sleep with one eye open, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked. His heart was beating wildly, his temples were throbbing, and he felt like he was drunk.

"Now it depends on whether the new golden finger is powerful enough." Yan Xu took a deep breath and drank the bitter ginseng soup. He let his sweat wet the ground, but he always held the Mo Dao tightly in his hand. It was the first time that he was so eager for extraordinary power.

In the final analysis, the fear of the future and the unknown all stems from the lack of one's own strength. If one really has the ability to break through everything, what is there to be afraid of?

Just when Yan Xu was about to continue training, someone reported that the swordsman from the Mori family was coming to visit.

Fuki had delivered the information before, but it didn't play much of a role because the other party had no intention of hiding his identity. Instead, he visited various daimyo in the name of the Mori family with great fanfare, and the Moroboshi family was the last one.

Judging from population and territory, the Moroboshi family is indeed the smallest and has existed the shortest, so it is normal for it to be ranked last.

But so what? Yan Xu just felt unhappy.

If it was in the past, it would be fine. He could just hold his breath, flatter each other, and give each other some gifts. It would be nothing at all. But now that he has the capital to be willful, he has no choice but to offend the Mori family.

In fact, Yan Xu was just bullying the Maori family because they couldn't come. If they were all on the main island, he would be afraid that the other party would really come to attack him, so he would definitely have a different attitude.

As for now, if you don't look down on the Moroboshi family, then don't even think about coming in through the door. Yan Xu's order was quickly passed to the Mountain Shrine. Xiang Gui, who had been eager to try, wore a specially made Mingguang armor and carried her thick, long and hard mace. She rushed out impatiently, shaking the earth and mountains along the way, with a terrifying momentum, which naturally alarmed the ghost father who was recuperating in the backyard.

Chigui had a fight with an old rival not long ago. He didn't lose this time, but he was seriously injured. He could only run to his daughter's place to recuperate, and eat and drink for free. Then he was despised in every way. If he didn't like to eat something, he would be given it. But he didn't like to eat green peppers, and only liked to chew pork elbows.

That big piece of soft and rotten fat meat was so filling that it made my throat sticky after one big bite. Then I washed it down with a big bowl of rice wine. That was how I lived.

Unfortunately, my daughter was grown up and I was injured, so I couldn’t snatch it away.

Fortunately, the daughter's husband was a good man. Knowing that she was coming, he not only provided her with enough food and drink, but also sent her new weapons and armor. The ghost father wished he could have two more daughters to send to him.

So this time he planned to put in some effort, but he was also afraid that his daughter would suffer, after all, he was a swordsman who could slay ghosts.

When he saw a red ghost in heavy armor rushing out with a mace, the originally calm Dong Haijian's face turned green. He turned around and ran away without any hesitation. He didn't look like a swordsman at all.

Precisely because Dong Hai Jian is a swordsman, he understands how terrifying a red ghost with awakened ghost power and known for its strength would be when armed. Not to mention a swordsman, even a great swordsman would have to run away.

Human swordsmen can slay demons by relying on skills, agility, and a sharp sword. In simple terms, it is like an assassin fighting shirtlessly, and can kill demons by simply scraping blood.

The problem was that the armor that the ghost was wearing was ridiculously heavy. Even if the other party stood still, Dong Haijian doubted whether he could break the armor, not to mention the thick and long mace. Just looking at it made his legs weak. Only a fool would not run.

Qing slapped his forehead in pain and was about to help when suddenly a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. He turned his eyes stiffly and almost cried out when he saw a huge red figure covered in steel beside him.

As a famous Onmyoji of the younger generation in Kyoto, Qing's abilities are not bad, and his talents are even more amazing. The problem is that he still lacks time and training to transform these into strength, so he chose to track down the Net Xinfu who caused quite a stir in Kyoto a hundred years ago. But who would have thought that he was dragged into danger by the unreliable Tokai Ken not long after arriving at Fukujima.

"Maybe we can talk." Qing Qiang said with a smile, while calculating whether he could escape danger if he summoned his strongest Crow Tengu at this distance.

"Haha, I advise you not to move." The red ghost has lived for three hundred years and has seen everything. He sneered and put the double-edged battle axe given by his son-in-law on Qing's neck. In a short time, the man was half a head shorter.

In less than an incense stick of time, the ghost father and daughter brought the bruised and battered swordsman and the well-behaved and obedient Onmyoji.

"Are you the swordsman?" Yan Xu, who had been training just now, strode over in armor and holding a Mo Dao. Seeing Dong Haijian with a flattering smile on his face, he frowned, wondering if he had met a liar.

According to Hui Ruomaru, every swordsman needs to undergo ten years of hard training and gain insights from life and death many times. Eventually, the body, will, and skills are subverted before he can be called a swordsman.

In other words, a swordsman will run away but will not surrender without a fight. Whether he can win or not, he will just strike first.

(End of this chapter)