Jiang Chen had killed her father and her cousin, yet Takeda Kyoko felt no hatred towards him. It was as if she had anticipated these events; perhaps it was because Jiang Chen was too powerful, and she knew that revenge was impossible.
"Just a Vengeful Spirit, nothing to worry about," Jiang Chen said with a dismissive smile. "You know he’s not human, yet you still dare to marry him. That takes quite a bit of courage."
Takeda Kyoko had no retort. It wasn’t her choice to marry; she was trapped by circumstances. Who would willingly marry a Vengeful Spirit? But girls from prominent families often found themselves in such predicaments, where marriage was a sacrifice made for the benefit of the family.
A chilling voice echoed from afar, growing closer. A man dressed in white hunting attire floated toward them, stepping upon a swirling mass of black mist. He finally landed on the grass, merely ten meters away from Jiang Chen.
His face was pale, as if coated in flour, with dark eyebrows that looked like they had been painted on with ink. His eyes were narrow and gloomy; although he appeared to be a handsome young man, there was an unsettling aura about him that evoked strong feelings of discomfort.
Takeda Kyoko dared not meet his gaze.
"Mr. Jiang," he said, "this is Yo Yinan, a Yin-Yang Master—though I should say he has been dead for many years. I don’t know why he still exists, but his power is formidable, and he seems capable of foreseeing the future. Recently, he approached my father and insisted that we build a shrine in the forest behind our estate to honor him. He also demanded that I marry him and serve him in the future," Takeda Kyoko explained in Huaxia Language.
"What are you saying?" Yo Yinan asked, glaring at Takeda Kyoko with resentment; he couldn’t understand Huaxia Language.
Takeda Kyoko remained silent; with Jiang Chen present, she didn’t want to engage with Yo Yinan.
Jiang Chen paid no mind to the Vengeful Spirit before him. Raising his hand, a streak of azure energy sliced through the air.
Yo Yinan hadn’t expected Jiang Chen to strike suddenly; even if he had anticipated it, there was no escaping Jiang Chen’s wrath.
"Slash!"
The energy cleaved Yo Yinan’s body in two, and thick Sha Qi erupted from his remains. The Sha Qi coalesced into a grotesque face in midair, revealing Yo Yinan’s true form—a skeleton.
Yo Yinan had been a Yin-Yang Master from a century ago who had once entered Huaxia with the Island Nation's army. Back then, many Yin-Yang Masters and martial artists were sent by the Island Nation to combat Huaxia's Martial Artists.
The Island Nation's techniques in Yin-Yang arts and swordsmanship were derived from Huaxia; while their technology at the time was indeed superior, their martial arts heritage paled in comparison to Huaxia's.
Thus, Yo Yinan and his companions did not gain any advantage during their time in Huaxia. In the end, the Islanders grew furious and unleashed their most fearsome deity—the Eastern Deity—upon Huaxia.
The Eastern Deity was a Demon God sealed within a Buddhist temple of the Island Nation. It was incredibly malevolent and had wreaked havoc across the Island Nation a millennium ago. Many High Monks joined forces to use supreme Buddhist power to suppress it beneath the temple. After a thousand years of being influenced by Buddhist teachings, its ferocity diminished but still posed a significant threat.
Later on, disregarding warnings from the High Monks of the temple, the Islanders struck a deal with the Eastern Deity: if it helped them eradicate Huaxia's Martial Arts practitioners, they would build a shrine to honor it.
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