As Xu Mozhai’s only granddaughter, she could be said to have come from a family of deep learning, and her natural talent was exceptional. She could sense at the age of eight and reached the cultivation level of Entering the Dao by eighteen. On Hong Kong Island, she had captured quite a few ghosts and subdued many evil spirits, and was respectfully called “Little Spirit Medium” by numerous wealthy businessmen and ladies, her fame shaking Hong Kong Island.
But if she were to face such a powerful evil ghost, she would probably be at a loss, able only to turn and run, leaving it to her grandfather to act.
“These, these are all fierce ghost soldiers and souls at the level of ghost generals and ghost kings! One alone can kill a Transformation Realm grandmaster, and there are so many at once—even a spell master at the Tongxuan cultivation level couldn’t handle them!”
Xu Mozhai’s heart pounded with fright, his brows twisted into knots, and he smiled bitterly with a sigh: “This time, Jiang Taichu is in danger!”
“Heh heh, you’re right. These are all evil ghosts at the ghost king level, and before they died they were all at the cultivation level of Transformation Realm grandmasters. I gathered and bound them back when I traveled across all of China excavating ancient battlefields!”
Wang Chongyan continuously performed his arts to activate them, laughing loudly toward the sky, his beard and hair flying, then looked at Jiang Tian with contemptuous, murderous eyes and sneered:
“Jiang Taichu, even if you have heaven-defying abilities, today you can only be chopped into meat paste by these starving ghosts, your essence blood sucked dry, dead beyond any doubt. Rest assured, after you die, I will bind your soul and make my army of ghost kings a bit stronger—that will count as a worthy death!”
“Wang Chongyan, you dare show off with such meager cultivation? Aren’t you ashamed?”
At this, Jiang Tian merely smiled disdainfully. With a screech, the little black flying sword rolled out madly.
Bang bang bang—the sounds of destruction rang out endlessly.
In just an instant, seven or eight ghost generals and ghost kings were slain by the flying sword, miserably shattered, their armor, bones, and organs flying everywhere before turning into rolling black smoke.
The ghost generals and ghost kings already possessed a bit of intelligence. When Jiang Tian slew two ghost kings in succession, the remaining six ghost kings and generals scattered and fled, even turning into black smoke trying to escape, but they still didn’t get away.
For a time, several ghost generals and ghost kings all screamed in agony, like evil ghosts in the depths of the Asura Hell enduring endless torture and wailing miserably, making one’s scalp tingle and hair stand on end.
What was even more terrifying was that all that ghost qi was completely absorbed by the little black flying sword, not a single drop left.
“This flying sword is way too strong—it can even kill fierce ghost soldiers and souls!”
Xu Mozhai’s eyes were round as saucers.
Could it be that Jiang Tian’s flying sword also had ghost-suppressing formations carved on it? That’s just too domineering! Is there anything you don’t know?
“Master Jiang is amazing! Go, go!”
The little Daoist nun in the apricot-yellow Daoist robe waved her pink fists, excited beyond measure.
“Is, is this still human? He can even slay so many fierce ghost soldiers and souls!”
Some rejoiced, some despaired—the many experts of the Singapore Chinese Association turned pale as death, as if they had lost their parents. Jiang Tian had once again shattered their impressions.
“How is this possible?”
Wang Chongyan’s mind also trembled violently, and he staggered, nearly falling from the great hall.
Even if these ghost kings and generals couldn’t beat Jiang Tian, they could at least turn into ghost qi, hide, and flee to save themselves. But now…
How could he know that Jiang Tian’s little black flying sword also had formations carved on it to break evil and suppress demons.
Little ghosts of this cultivation level not only couldn’t kill Jiang Tian—they would become nourishment for the little black flying sword.
After devouring that ghost qi, the little black flying sword seemed to have tasted something delicious and was still unsatisfied, hopping and flipping joyfully in front of Jiang Tian, buzzing loudly.
“Little Black, still not full? How about I give you a peak Transformation Realm old fellow’s essence blood to eat?”
Jiang Tian said with a smile.
The little black flying sword buzzed and trembled twice more, rolling even more joyfully, as if somewhat impatient.
Jiang Tian raised an eyebrow, his gloomy gaze falling on Wang Chongyan, and sneered coldly: “Wang Chongyan, as the saying goes, courtesy demands reciprocity. You struck at me three times, so now you should take one sword from me, shouldn’t you?”
“Go!”
Before Wang Chongyan could react, Jiang Tian gave a low shout, and the little black flying sword shot through the air.
“You can’t kill me!”
Wang Chongyan let out a hoarse, desperate roar. The ancient zither flew up automatically and hovered before him, and his hands madly plucked the strings!
Clang—the zither sounded, sonorous and powerful, like armored cavalry charging out with swords and spears ringing,
Instantly, the void trembled, and no fewer than a hundred-plus qi swords and qi blades emerged in the void before him.
Dong dong dong!
As the stone-and-metal-like zither notes rang out densely, like rain beating on banana leaves, one qi weapon after another condensed in the air.
Each qi weapon was incomparably solid, indestructible, densely packed, airtight, blotting out the sky and covering the earth as they protected Wang Chongyan completely.
Viewed from a standstill, Wang Chongyan looked like a hedgehog, qi weapons everywhere around his body.
Huala!
The qi weapons suddenly spun, rubbing against each other, like dozens of dragons of qi weapons chasing one another, spinning rapidly, forming a chaotic sphere.
“Tch, this messy ball of yours is nothing compared to Hong Tianzhao’s Heavenly Gang Sword Formation defense, which was orderly and all-encompassing! And with this, you still have the face to hold sway over Southeast Asia and call yourself king of the south? I spit on that!”
Jiang Tian disdained it, giving a thoroughly cutting review, while the little black flying sword had already shot over madly.
Clang clang clang!
At first, several qi weapons collided with the little black flying sword, producing bursts of explosive sound.
Then, bang bang bang!
Muffled booms rang out continuously, sound waves vibrating, as the little black flying sword stabbed at the qi weapon sphere from all directions.
That expanse of void twisted and blurred, and streaks of qi shot out from the qi weapon sphere like whistling arrows.
The surroundings were a mess—tiles flying, stone pillars tilting, walls collapsing, houses falling.
The Taihu stone rockery, over a person tall, in the courtyard was cut in two, stones the size of basketballs skittering along the ground or bursting into the air, towering giant trees either uprooted or cut in half and crashing down.
The sphere of qi weapons was a chaotic mess.
The crowd could no longer see Wang Chongyan’s figure, but they heard the zither notes growing denser and denser, and the qi weapon sphere continuously expanding.
The terrifying zither music, the sharp flying sword, and the qi weapon sphere made everyone’s hearts race, as if about to leap out of their throats.
“Master Wang Chongyan’s qi is too abundant—he’s condensed several thousand qi weapons at least!”
“Too shocking—this is the realm of a peak Transformation Realm grandmaster! Wang Chongyan can be called a living fossil among grandmasters!” someone exclaimed.
“But Wang Chongyan seems to be at a disadvantage—only defending, not attacking!” someone said worriedly.
“Hmph, his flying sword will probably be shattered. How long can it last? This scorched-wood ancient zither is also a magic treasure!” someone comforted themselves, firmly believing Wang Chongyan would surely win.
“While Jiang Taichu is focused on dealing with Master Wang, let’s make our move!”
There were also those itching to act, wanting to strike viciously while Jiang Tian was off guard.
Just then, after a huge clang of the zither, everything fell silent.
Immediately after, within the qi weapon sphere, light blazed brightly—golden, blazing white, and multicolored… surging skyward, continuously changing, as if the sun had erupted with its most intense flares, as if Wang Chongyan’s protective magic treasures were being activated in rapid succession.
“Damn it, I’ve been hit…”
Then Wang Chongyan let out a pained groan and curse, and with a boom, the qi weapon sphere exploded violently, sweeping in all directions, piercing several nearby internal-energy experts into bloody figures.
Afterward, the qi weapon sphere vanished without a trace, and the dust settled.
The crowd was stunned to see the little black flying sword stabbed into Wang Chongyan’s chest. He was covered in blood, his aura weak and declining, his face ashen.
The whole scene was dead silent.
Everyone was dumbstruck, unable to believe it.
“Jiang Taichu, I don’t submit to you! If you didn’t have that flying sword, you wouldn’t be my match!”
Wang Chongyan spat blood, clutching his wound, eyes fixed deadly on Jiang Tian, and roared furiously with a face full of venom and unwillingness.
“Who wants you to submit? You’re about to die anyway. If you don’t submit, come bite me!” Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.
With a thought, the flying sword flew out with a spray of blood, then circled Wang Chongyan’s neck and cut off his head.
The headless corpse sprayed blood and slowly collapsed to the ground.
A veteran grandmaster worthy of being called a living fossil of martial arts, the National Master of Singapore, president of the Chinese Association, a peerless expert of both spell and martial cultivation, Wang Chongyan—dead!
“From now on, the Singapore Chinese Association is struck from the rolls. You will all honor me as your sovereign and obey my commands. Anyone who dares disobey, step forward!”
Jiang Tian stood with hands behind his back, the little black flying sword suddenly vanishing at his fingertip, his cold voice spreading through the whole scene.
“I, Xu Mozhai of Hong Kong Island, submit!”
Xu Mozhai was the first to kneel on the ground, bowing in worship. His little granddaughter in the Daoist robe also hurriedly knelt.
“You’re a Chinese martial artist—how can you command us?”
An elder of the Snake Witch Cult seemed somewhat unconvinced, lowering his head and rolling his eyes, muttering in a low voice.
“Courting death!”
Jiang Tian sneered coldly. Without another word, the flying sword slashed out, directly beheading him, and the bleeding headless corpse fell to the ground.
That Snake Witch Cult elder was also a sorcery expert who could condense qi into spirit snakes and overawe all of Thailand.
But under Jiang Tian’s lightning-fast flying sword, he didn’t even have time to perform his arts, no chance to exchange blows at all.
“Who are you? Oh, a talisman user—so do you submit or not?” Jiang Tian looked at Zhou Xingchen.
“I submit! I submit wholeheartedly!”
Zhou Xingchen had long been frightened out of his wits. His knees went soft and he knelt on the ground, trembling as he spoke.
“We submit!”
Brahma also knelt on the ground, his face full of sorrow and despair, but absolutely no resentment.
In fact, when he learned that Jiang Tian had clashed with the experts of the Singapore Chinese Association at the summit of Mount Everest, he had advised Wang Chongyan to make peace with Jiang Tian out of respect.
But Wang Chongyan paid him no heed at all, choosing instead to befriend many Southeast Asian sorcery experts—witch doctors, bug masters, head-dropping masters, and the like—to jointly build the Singapore Chinese Association, hoping to grow their power and plot a comeback.
But now, not only had there been no comeback, but they had all been wiped out in one sweep by Jiang Tian, and his master had also perished.
“From now on, we are willing to honor Master Jiang as our sovereign and will go through fire and water at your command. We wish Master Jiang a reign of a thousand autumns and ten thousand years, ruling over Southeast Asia.”
Many members of the Singapore Chinese Association and Southeast Asian spell experts all scrambled to kneel on the ground.
They all trembled, afraid that if Jiang Tian was the least bit displeased, he would kill them like he had the Snake Witch Cult elder.
Even Wang Chongyan, the strongest in Southeast Asia, had lost to Jiang Tian. The remaining spellcasters and martial artists were no match for him—how would they dare act rashly?
“How is he so powerful? He even killed the old immortal Wang Chongyan—it’s truly terrifying!”
Among the crowd, Guo Lili also knelt down, trembling, her face as pale as paper, filled with regret.
One could say that merely because of her small greed, Wang Chongyan had fallen, the Singapore Chinese Association had changed hands, and their Guo family had lost its last support—utterly defeated.
For a time, experts knelt all over the courtyard inside and outside the headquarters, leaving only Jiang Tian’s tall figure standing proudly in the courtyard, looking down on all like an immortal.
“Jiang Taichu’s name—this time, it will truly resound throughout the world, making him a world-renowned expert!”
“He even killed Wang Chongyan. Looking across the globe, how many are a match for Jiang Taichu?”
Watching Jiang Tian surrounded by the kneeling Southeast Asian experts, Xu Mozhai sighed inwardly, his eyes shaken.
January 20, 2009, on the eve of the Lunar New Year.
Jiang Taichu, on Samsara Island, slew the National Master of Singapore and president of the Chinese Association, Wang Chongyan, and took control of the Singapore Chinese Association.
Jiang Taichu overawed Southeast Asia, his name spreading throughout the world.
