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In the government building, Samurai Kaga swung his long blade, the sharp edge slicing through the Wicked Vajra time and again. Unfortunately, no matter how exquisite his sword technique was, he could not slay such an immortal being.
"Aoyama-kun, what kind of monster is this?" he asked, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Does it possess an immortality like Yamata no Orochi?"
"Kaga-kun, how can a creature stitched together by such dark sorcery compare to us, the Great Tengu, One of the Three Great Ancestor Gods of the Eastern Land? Besides, even Yamata no Orochi has a limited lifespan; it’s just that it is so powerful that no one can sever all eight of its heads at once!"
The Onmyoji shook his head. "If I’m not mistaken, there should be a Feng Shui Formation here. This demon must have been born from the formation, continuously resurrecting itself."
"A formation?" Samurai Kaga's expression turned cold. He glanced toward the shadowy corner and said, "Feng Mo Jun, how long do you intend to watch this play unfold?"
"Kaga-kun, what are you talking about?" came a voice from within the shadows.
The figure in the corner shifted into a Daoist form. Its voice was ominous as it spoke: "As the Empire's most elite ninja squad, Hei Chi is not suited for direct battlefield confrontations. Each ninja we train is a precious asset to the Empire; losing one means losing one."
"Does Kaga-kun not understand this?"
"Aoyama-kun, what do you think?"
Samurai Kaga's long blade trembled in response. Qian Daofeng's sharp aura erupted forth, shattering the Wicked Vajra into pieces as it attempted to regenerate once more.
"Feng Mo Jun, kill all those Chinese people outside! After observing for so long, it seems the Onmyoji has discovered something."
"Kill them all?" Ninja Feng Mo whispered. "This is Huaxia; if we engage in widespread slaughter, we might give those high-level Cultivators an excuse to retaliate! The Arena Battle is about to begin; Aoyama-kun, you must think carefully!"
"The Chinese have already killed my Yosan-kei Onmyoji and even slain two deities of the Great Eastern Empire."
The elder of the Abe family had long submitted evidence of the Honoji Technique to the newly appointed Yamashita Diplomat. Even if we were to slaughter everyone in this building, they would only have to swallow this bitter pill!
The Onmyoji Aoyama let out a cold laugh. "Feng Mo Jun, trust me, the Jorogumo's instincts are never wrong!"
The ninja Feng Mo nodded, hidden in the shadows. In Eastern Japan, Onmyoji held a high status, even among the various faction leaders.
Behind Aoyama, a spectral figure resembling a snow spider appeared, coiling around a web adorned with barbed thorns. It was the Shikigami Jorogumo.
The Jorogumo, a legendary creature from Eastern Japan, is known as Lady Spider. According to Toriyama Sekien's Yamato Takeru, they appear as beautiful women by day but reveal their true spider form at night, releasing small spiders that suck the blood of unsuspecting victims. They are skilled in seducing men.
Once a man falls under their spell for three days, he will lose his head to them—an extremely dangerous monster. Legend has it that the original Lady Spider was a beautiful woman married to a local lord. When he discovered her affair with another man, he cast her into a box filled with venomous spiders, allowing them to feast on her body. After her death, she merged with the poisonous spiders and became the Ruthless Lady Spider.
She often lurks in forests, enticing young men and taking their lives, said to be afraid of fire. As a huntress of men, she is incredibly alluring, capable of intoxicating them. After seducing them for three days, she claims their heads and devours them.
The Jorogumo perched upon a frost-like web, her upper body resembling that of a bare-skinned woman. Her compound eyes glimmered with an eerie crimson sheen. Countless strands of silk extended outward, piercing the necks of oblivious officials outside the office.
The sound of creaking echoed through the empty hall, a reminder of the old wooden floorboards that had seen better days. Each step taken seemed to awaken the memories of the past, whispering secrets long forgotten. The air was thick with anticipation, as if something was about to unfold in the stillness of the night.
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