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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
"Hey! Master is right, I won't take such risks anymore," Joan could only accept Ye Mingshang's scolding. After all, Ye Mingshang was speaking the truth, and since he was scolding him, didn't that mean he cared? Did he really acknowledge him?
"What the hell, who is this! How dare he scold the Master!"
"Looks so impressive, who is this guy?"
"A total noob, this is the real Expert. The Master is nothing compared to him."
"I didn't expect An to actually take Expert as his master, impressive!"
"Master, please take me in too!"
...
Of course, they didn’t see the barrage of comments in the live stream and had no idea what those people were thinking. However, the Lin Clan Ancestors and Descendants were shocked by Joan's identity—he was actually Ye Mingshang's disciple?
"Brother Ye, you have a disciple now?" Lin Qianqian asked curiously.
"Hello, beautiful! I'm Joan, the Master's chief disciple. Nice to meet you!" As soon as Joan saw Lin Qianqian, he rushed over to shake her hand and introduced himself.
Lin Qianqian pulled her hand back with some displeasure and shot Joan a fierce glare.
"Smack!" Another slap landed on his head, bringing Joan back to reality.
"This Fellow is just my attendant; he isn't qualified to be my disciple," Ye Mingshang said calmly with his arms crossed.
"Hey! Master, you can't say that. How can I be an attendant? Doesn't that make me a servant?!" Joan complained while holding his head.
"That's right, you are a servant," Ye Mingshang nodded seriously and then looked at Grandfather and Granddaughter. "In the future, if there's anything you need done, you can have him do it—serving tea, washing socks, anything."
A few people laughed at Ye Mingshang's serious yet joking demeanor, and Joan himself was among them. He knew that although Ye Mingshang appeared cold, he had a slightly dark side.
"Wow! How can the master let his disciple be bullied like this?"
"What do you know? Didn't you hear that this guy is his master?"
"Exactly, that's the real expert. You haven't seen him in action; he's incredibly impressive."
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"Anzi has met his match."
"This handsome guy is so cute! Does he have a girlfriend?"
...
Joan hurried over, his phone still on, and the scene of Ye Mingshang bullying him was all captured for the live stream audience to see. Among these viewers were those who had seen Ye Mingshang catch Cat Demons and those who hadn't. Some expressed admiration, others were confused, and some cursed. In short, there was a mix of reactions.
After chatting for a while, they became more familiar with each other. When Joan learned that Lin the Old Man wanted to see a ghost to fulfill a long-held dream, he immediately patted his chest and promised to let him see a real Vengeful Spirit, which naturally earned him a slap from Ye Mingshang.
It was getting late, and Ye Mingshang prepared to set off. Joan wanted to follow along, and Ye Mingshang didn't mind; after all, having him around was somewhat safer. Otherwise, with Joan's troublesome nature, who knows what kind of trouble he would get into.
All the way, Joan kept chattering away, which lightened the cold atmosphere considerably.
"Master, you don't know this, but back in the day on Grave Hill, not only did our Chinese compatriots die there. Many Japanese Invaders also perished."
"Oh? Tell me more." Ye Mingshang wasn't very familiar with the events in Nanjing; he only knew that many people died on Grave Hill but didn't know the details.
"I heard that during the Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese Invaders held killing contests. A few Japanese Officers would take people up to the hill without tying them up and then charge at them with knives. Usually, it involved hundreds of people; it's rare to have thousands like here. Just a few Japanese Devils—one spit from a big fellow could drown them—and they didn't even fight back; they just thought about letting others go first. In the end, they all ended up dead."
Joan really had a tendency to ramble; he didn't get to the main point and completely failed to notice Ye Mingshang's grim expression as he shook his head in dismay.
"Focus." Ye Mingshang said irritably.
"Alright, actually this place wasn't so desolate back then, nor was it called Grave Hill. I've heard that the scenery here used to be beautiful, with flowers and grass covering the mountains. There was even a famous painter who painted a picture of this Grave Hill, and it was stunning. I heard from a survivor that there used to be a village nearby..."
Skipping over a lot of Joan's nonsense, the final piece of information was that there used to be a village nearby called Peach Blossom Village. It was named by an emperor due to its beautiful scenery, although it's unclear which emperor it was.
The people in the village were diligent and hardworking. Perhaps favored by fate, the residents of Peach Blossom Village were not wealthy, but they lived well even during droughts and floods when other places suffered famine.
However, all the beauty ended during the invasion of the Japanese Devils, specifically when Nanjing fell. At that time, a pair of Japanese soldiers heard about a Peach Blossom Paradise here and came to visit, attracted by the beautiful scenery.
Yet, Peach Blossom Paradise was indeed hard to find; even though the village wasn't large, it should have been easy to spot. However, even standing on a nearby mountain peak, one could not see the village, as if a magical barrier protected its secret.
The Japanese Army did not find the so-called Peach Blossom Village and had to return disappointed. However, one of the Japanese Devils was not discouraged and sneaked out again at night.
Having failed to find Peach Blossom Village on the mountain, he decided to descend in search of it. No matter how he walked, it felt like he was going in circles and could not find his way. Eventually, he gave up searching and intended to go back but found himself still wandering in place. Realizing he was lost, he could not stop his frantic search and ended up exhausted on the ground.
Fortunately for him, the jungle did not take his life. He was saved by a girl named Colorful Clouds who went up the mountain to gather herbs in the morning. He was lucky that he wasn't eaten by wild beasts during the night. The village was so isolated that they had no idea what was happening outside; otherwise, they would have killed him instead of sparing his life.
When the Japanese soldier woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar place and was initially on guard. After all, he knew his identity; if captured by the Chinese, there would be no chance of survival.
Later, when Colorful Clouds returned from outside and saw him awake, she smiled happily. At that moment, the Japanese soldier fell in love with her. He could speak Chinese; although his skills were basic, he managed to communicate.
Through their conversations, he learned that news from outside rarely reached the village; it was quite troublesome for them to go out. Thus, they were unaware of what was happening beyond their borders.
Afterward, the Japanese soldier stayed in the village and gradually became familiar with the villagers. His relationship with Colorful Clouds grew closer as they gathered herbs and farmed together. About two months passed before he gained everyone's trust and discovered how to enter and exit Peach Blossom Village.
Then he left and informed his superior about discovering the secret of Peach Blossom Village. His superior was pleased and led a team of Japanese soldiers there. When they finally arrived at Peach Blossom Village, they praised that soldier greatly.
The villagers welcomed these sudden visitors warmly and treated them hospitably. However, what kind of nature did these Japanese soldiers possess? Initially friendly, they revealed their true colors after drinking too much alcohol. One attempted to rape a girl but was severely beaten by her father; in anger, he killed the old man.
With their true nature exposed and unable to hide it any longer, those Japanese soldiers began rampantly burning, killing, and looting—blood flowed like rivers as corpses littered the ground.
The villagers were stunned by everything that had happened. They could never have imagined that the people they had just been laughing and chatting with were actually a group of devils disguised in human skin. How could they kill so recklessly? Did they not fear retribution?
"Get away from me!" The first Japanese Soldier was also taken aback; he had not expected things to turn out this way. When he saw a Fellow trying to harm his father, Colorful Clouds, he pushed him away forcefully.
Later, the two began to fight, and the Japanese Soldier ended up killing his companion. He then took Colorful Clouds and ran into the mountains. But could fortune truly forgive him? She slapped him hard, feeling nothing but disappointment towards the Japanese Soldier.
The Japanese Soldier was heartbroken. He had only wanted to show his companion a paradise, but he never anticipated that his friend would descend into madness to such an extent.
In an attempt to atone for his actions, he ran back, but how much could one person accomplish? After killing a few companions, he was ultimately killed himself. The villagers had grown accustomed to a peaceful life and were no match for these Japanese Army soldiers who were armed.
In the end, all the villagers were slaughtered by the Japanese Army, but those soldiers found themselves trapped as well. Perhaps they had angered the local spirits; they wandered aimlessly in the forest, unable to find their way out, eventually perishing in the bellies of wild beasts.
Peach Blossom Village had turned into hell, filled with a stench of decay. While corpses could nourish plants, with so many dead, the flowers and grass began to die off in droves. This decay gradually spread outside, leading to what is now known as Grave Hill.
Later, many more Japanese Army soldiers came here and met mysterious deaths as well. It became rumored that this place was cursed; all outsiders would meet their demise. Thus, not only were there the ghosts of locals here, but also many Japanese Devils. Over the years, many patriots from the Yin Yang Circle have come here to hunt these Japanese Devils.
After hearing all this from Joan, several faces turned grim, especially Lin the Old Man. Although he missed the turmoil of those years in Nanjing, he often heard stories from his parents and thus harbored deep-seated hatred for the Japanese Soldier.
"How do you know all this?" Ye Mingshang expressed skepticism. If it were just Joan sharing some details, he might believe it, but how could he know such intricate specifics? And with such a vivid portrayal?
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