Slaughter a god?
Miyamoto Musashi heard those words and asked Ye Qiu, “Your so-called god-slaying, is that killing me?”
Ye Qiu nodded with a smile.
“With just you? I could crush you with one hand,” Miyamoto Musashi said, his face full of disdain.
“What if you add me?”
Suddenly, a figure emerged from a quiet path.
He had short hair, a resolute face, wore a Zhongshan suit, and carried a treasured blade on his back.
Ye Wudi!
Miyamoto Musashi’s expression showed contempt. “Who do we have here? Ye Wudi of the Ye family.”
“Too bad, your cultivation is far inferior to Ye Wushuang’s.”
“Kid, you don’t think you and Ye Wudi together can take down a God List expert like me, do you?”
Ye Qiu laughed, “I know even with Ye Wudi, we can’t beat you. So, I brought another helper.”
Miyamoto Musashi, curious, asked, “Who?”
“Me.”
A calm voice sounded.
Then, a dark figure appeared beside Ye Qiu.
It was an old man.
He wore a black robe, black cloth shoes, and held a wooden box, his face expressionless.
Miyamoto Musashi stared at the old man for a moment, uncertain. “Are you Shadow?”
The old man nodded slightly. “That’s me.”
A cold glint flashed in Miyamoto Musashi’s eyes.
Ye Qiu said to Shadow, “Sorry to trouble you again.”
“No trouble among family,” Shadow replied, tossing the wooden box to Ye Qiu.
“What’s inside?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Take a look,” Shadow said.
Ye Qiu opened the box, and a rich medicinal scent hit him, instantly banishing his fatigue and refreshing his spirit.
“This is a hundred-year-old ginseng… no, two hundred years!”
Ye Qiu was shocked and said to Shadow, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s from the old master,” Shadow said. “Last time, Longbrow mentioned you often exhaust your strength. Centennial herbs can help you recover quickly, so the old master found these three ginsengs and had me bring them to you.”
Ye Qiu paused, then said, “I’ll visit him in the capital when I get the chance.”
Shadow replied, “With the great enemy still out there, it’s best not to meet for now.”
Ye Qiu nodded, then whispered to Ye Wudi, “Third Uncle, where’s Third Aunt?”
“I called her. She’s on her way and should be here soon,” Ye Wudi said.
Then, Ye Qiu looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a smile. “Great Martial God, didn’t expect this, did you?”
Miyamoto Musashi said, “I didn’t expect you’d get two Ye family experts to help.”
Ye Qiu grinned, “When I learned Akiyama Nange and Qianshan Xue were captured by Yoshida Moriichi, I decided to come to Great East to rescue them.”
“But I knew the Amaterasu Shrine is your territory. Killing Yoshida Moriichi might alert you.”
“So, I made a God-Slaying Plan.”
Miyamoto Musashi’s face darkened. “So, your goal wasn’t to save Akiyama Nange and her disciple, but to kill me?”
“No,” Ye Qiu shook his head. “My primary goal in coming to Great East was to save Xiaoxue and Nange. Killing you was secondary.”
“Since I was rescuing people on your turf, I had to be prepared.”
“Of course, if you hadn’t insisted on killing me, you wouldn’t have fallen into my plan.”
“From the start, I never planned to fight you to the death. My goal was to lure you here and take you down.”
“Killing the Great Eastern Martial God—tch, just thinking about it is thrilling!”
Before boarding the plane in Jinling, Ye Qiu had planned everything.
Going alone to the Amaterasu Shrine to rescue people was tantamount to suicide, so he devised the God-Slaying Plan.
To hunt the Great Eastern Martial God, Miyamoto Musashi!
Ye Qiu knew the gap between himself and a God List expert and that he was no match for Miyamoto Musashi. He shared the plan with Diaochan.
After Diaochan reported to the War God, she immediately notified Ye Wudi and Shadow to assist Ye Qiu.
Ye Wudi also called the Dragon Maiden.
“Hahaha…”
After hearing Ye Qiu’s words, Miyamoto Musashi burst into laughter.
Ye Qiu found it odd and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m laughing at your stupidity,” Miyamoto Musashi said. “Kid, I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve walked roads. Did you really think I couldn’t see through your plan?”
Ye Qiu’s heart sank, a bad feeling creeping in.
Miyamoto Musashi continued, “Though Yoshida Moriichi is the high priest of the Amaterasu Shrine, his life or death isn’t enough to make me come out of seclusion.”
“My goal in coming out was to kill Ye Wudi.”
“As the Great Eastern Martial God, I have many eyes and ears. When I learned Ye Wudi had entered Great East territory, I guessed he was likely here to help you.”
“I just didn’t expect Shadow to come too.”
“Ye Wushuang died over twenty years ago, and I never got the chance to kill him, which I deeply regret. So, I’ll settle for killing his brother to make up for it.”
Miyamoto Musashi’s face lit up with a smug smile as he asked Ye Qiu, “Kid, you went to all this trouble to lure me here to kill me.”
“But you didn’t know I saw through your plan from the start and played along, coming here on purpose.”
“Come to think of it, I should thank you.”
“Without you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to kill Ye Wudi and Shadow.”
Ye Qiu’s expression darkened.
He thought his plan was flawless, but Miyamoto Musashi had seen through it.
Miyamoto Musashi added, “I left a huge flaw in my actions. Didn’t you notice?”
A flaw?
Ye Qiu’s mind raced, and he suddenly realized something—his escape had been too smooth!
Miyamoto Musashi said, “I’m the third-ranked God List expert. If I wanted to kill you, how could you have made it here?”
“You wanted to lure me here, but I also wanted to wipe you all out.”
“Kid, you’re still too green.”
Ye Qiu’s face was grim as he asked, “If you knew my goal all along, why didn’t you bring helpers?”
He was probing whether Miyamoto Musashi had backup.
Miyamoto Musashi sneered, “To kill you lot, why would I need helpers? I’m enough.”
No helpers?
Ye Qiu felt a slight relief.
Miyamoto Musashi said, “Kid, you’ve been talking so much nonsense to stall for time, right? If I’m not mistaken, you’re waiting for more helpers.”
Damn, he even saw through that?
Ye Qiu was genuinely stunned.
Only now did he fully grasp that Miyamoto Musashi was a cunning old fox through and through.
“I hope your helpers arrive soon, or they’ll only see your corpses.”
With that, Miyamoto Musashi unleashed a torrent of killing intent.
