The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

465: Chapter 465 TsukuyomiHan Jingyang had entered the village.

The room full of people froze for a moment before instantly erupting into chaos.

”How is that possible?”

”Didn’t they say they had shaken off Han Jingyang?”

”How did he find this place?”

”Don’t panic, don’t panic. What if he’s just passing by?”

”That’s Han Jingyang! Would he pass through such a remote mountain village for no reason?”

”What do we do?”

”How about we run? Every one of us who escapes counts.”

Upon hearing just the sentence that Han Jingyang had entered the village, the group completely panicked. They said all sorts of things, but none of them thought about resisting.

In their eyes, the current Han Jingyang was an invincible existence. Resisting was equivalent to suicide, and their predecessors had already proven this with their lives several times over.

Therefore, their instinctive reaction was to flee; every one who could run was a success.

At this moment, the old man with the flat-top haircut roared, ”Quiet!”

Everyone instantly fell silent, looking at the old man in unison.

The old man snorted, ”As members of the Nine Chrysanthemums, to lose your nerve at the mere mention of the enemy’s name—what face do you have to talk about occupying Huaxia? Hmm? Look at your performance! It’s a disgrace, you’re unworthy of the chrysanthemum emblem on your chests!”

Everyone hung their heads in unison.

The old man continued, ”If Han Jingyang doesn’t come, so be it. But if he really can find this place, I have a way to make sure he never leaves!”

The crowd was suddenly overjoyed, ”Mr. Kato, you were prepared for this?”

The old man said smugly, ”Hmph, this place is an important safe house for our Nine Chrysanthemums sect in the Shannan region. How could we not have defenses? I long ago summoned the avatar of the Underworld God Tsukuyomi to worship day and night. Lord Underworld God will let Han Jingyang know what it means to have people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.”

”Mr. Kato has foresight!”

”So it’s the avatar of the Underworld God Tsukuyomi. We’re safe now.”

”The avatar of the Underworld God Tsukuyomi is one of the most powerful deities worshipped by our Nine Chrysanthemums sect. Its combat power is extremely strong!”

”Let Han Jingyang experience the power of the Underworld God!”

”It’s a pity it’s only an avatar. If it were the true form of the Underworld God, it could sweep across all of Huaxia.”

”The true form of a deity? What are you thinking? No one can command the true form of a deity.”

”The avatar is enough to crush Han Jingyang!”

”If we had known Lord Underworld God’s avatar was here to hold the fort, we could have just lured Han Jingyang here earlier, right?”

”Lord Kato must have had his own considerations!”

”Prepare for battle, everyone. With the Underworld God’s avatar holding the fort, we will definitely be able to slay Han Jingyang.”

Meanwhile, the flat-top old man calmly arranged for people to hide the boxes of treasure in the basement. After sealing it up, he applied talisman papers and activated a dharma instrument. The entrance to the basement instantly vanished, becoming the appearance of an ordinary wall.

Immediately after, he took advantage of when no one was looking to send a message out.

Afterward, he respectfully brought out a statue carved from red wood.

Everyone knelt in unison and prayed simultaneously.

Amidst their murmuring prayers, the statue emitted a slight tremor, and a dim, moon-like radiance slowly spilled over everyone, greatly increasing their courage.

The ceremony ended.

Everyone rushed into the courtyard with high spirits, lined up in a row facing the gate, eyes burning as they awaited Han Jingyang’s arrival.

Outside the gate.

Han Jingyang put away the bamboo dragonfly and nodded to Liu Jing, ”This is the place, but...”

”But what?”

”They are prepared, and they’ve set up something quite strange. Be careful. When the time comes, go all out—don’t hold back!”

Liu Jing gripped her war blade, eager for a fight, and nodded heavily, ”Understood!”

Han Jingyang pointed to the gate, ”Knock.”

Liu Jing nodded, accelerated, rushed over, and slammed into it sideways.

”Crack—”

With a crisp sound, the solid wood gate cracked open.

”Kill—”

The battle erupted instantly.

No shouting.

No probing.

The moment the door was breached, both sides launched a charge simultaneously.

Facing the siege of more than a dozen Japanese invaders, Liu Jing was dauntless. The war blade in her hands was fierce and ruthless. Every strike carried irresistible power, and with every slash, those who blocked her were swept away.

In less than three seconds, she hacked five Japanese invaders to death.

The Japanese invaders were instantly terrified and retreated in unison, shouting, ”Mr. Kato, hurry, summon Lord Tsukuyomi—”

Han Jingyang, at the gate, heard the Japanese invaders’ shouts and paused for a moment.

Lord Tsukuyomi?

That evil god from the Japanese invaders’ mythology?

In his impression, Tsukuyomi’s identity was quite complex, with many different functions and origins, especially with various secondary-dimension post-processing that gave these deities a variety of identities and abilities.

But regardless, it was still one of the three great gods of the island nation, so its strength definitely wouldn’t be bad.

He just didn’t know what kind of method the Japanese invaders meant by ”summon.”

Was it something similar to Guan Gong Possession?

Or something like the manifestation of Guan Gong?

Han Jingyang shouted to Liu Jing, who was caught up in the killing frenzy, ”Don’t be reckless!”

Liu Jing retracted her blade, slowly retreated to the gate, and carefully guarded Han Jingyang’s side.

Then, he saw the flat-top old man walk out of the house.

Hmm?

Was the statue this old man was holding Tsukuyomi’s?

The Qi aura was very dense.

And it was very strange; this was the first time he had seen this kind of Qi aura.

Interesting.

But the quantity... it was truly mediocre.

Thinking of relying on this statue to save their lives was pure wishful thinking.

Unless this statue had other functions.

At this moment, the flat-top old man holding the statue spoke, ”Han Jingyang, if you leave now and guarantee that you will not attack us again, I won’t trouble Lord Tsukuyomi. Otherwise, I will definitely make sure you are smashed to pieces!”

Han Jingyang looked at the statue again, then shook his head after a moment, ”What is your name?”

”Kato Shiyong.”

”Alright, Mr. Kato, can you summon the real Tsukuyomi?”

”It’s just an avatar, but it’s enough to deal with you. Han Jingyang, you haven’t witnessed the power of Lord Tsukuyomi, so it’s normal to have doubts, but I hope you don’t joke with your own life!”

Han Jingyang smiled, ”I actually really want to see the legendary Tsukuyomi and see how he differs from our deities.”

Kato Shiyong’s expression changed slightly, ”Are you truly not afraid of death?”

”I am afraid of death, but I don’t think that thing you’re holding can kill me.”

”There is no turning back once the bow is drawn. Han Jingyang, have you thought it through?”

”I’ve thought it through. Bring it on.”

”This is what you asked for,” Kato Shiyong roared, turned around, knelt down, and held the statue high with both hands, ”Respectfully summoning Lord Tsukuyomi—”

The remaining Japanese invaders also knelt down simultaneously, ”Respectfully summoning Lord Tsukuyomi—”

They summoned three times in a row.

A dim, ethereal shadow suddenly appeared on the statue and gradually condensed into a solid form. Its face was eerie, its temperament unique, and its attire was exactly the same as the statue’s; it held a flute in its hand.

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes.

This was the so-called avatar of the great god Tsukuyomi?

It didn’t seem any stronger than Chaotian Temple.

In some aspects, it was even a bit weak. Besides being able to condense a solid form and manifest directly, its true strength... was very mediocre, unworthy of the title of one of the three great gods of the island nation.

If the Japanese invaders treated this thing as their trump card, they had miscalculated.

Why not let Chaotian Temple test it out?

If Chaotian Temple wasn’t a match, he would use his skills then.

Anyway, this bullshit great god was doomed!

These Japanese invaders were also doomed!

At this moment, seeing the Tsukuyomi avatar manifest, a trace of fanaticism flashed in Kato Shiyong’s eyes. He turned to face Han Jingyang, ”Han Jingyang, it’s not too late to surrender. Otherwise, Lord Tsukuyomi will tear your soul into pieces and cast it into the boundless Yellow Springs, making you unable to reincarnate for eternity!”

Han Jingyang gave him a look of utter bewilderment.

Had this old Japanese invader gone crazy?

Talking about the Yellow Springs.

Why not talk about the Underworld?

Not to mention that there was no such thing as the Yellow Springs, even if there were, it would be under the jurisdiction of King Yama. Was it the turn of a fake god of you Japanese invaders to act rampant here?

Seeing Han Jingyang’s strange expression and total lack of fear, the feeling of being slighted instantly surged in Kato Shiyong’s heart. Flushing red, he drew his Katana and pointed it at Han Jingyang, ”Kill! Charge with Lord Tsukuyomi—”