Master of Kaidan
Chapter 399: It Appears!

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: It Appears!

Various illusions, under the blessing of the No-thought Divine Power, traced elegant trajectories as they pierced into Orochi’s body. Its sixteen eyes, particularly targeted, were immediately filled again before they could even begin to recover.

Frenziedly thrashing, the serpent heads spewed all sorts of energies, transforming the world into chaos. Even the illusions could hardly withstand the corrosion of that strange power, withering and crumbling.

Yet, Feng Xue did not care about these losses at all. All the illusions before him were merely mass-produced random creations, not even sparing a glance at their attributes. With the combination of [Master of Props] + [make the most of everything], he could wield even ordinary objects as illusions, unleashing power beyond limits when faced with real illusions.

The only pity was that he couldn’t control the type of illusions, resulting in some beneficial ones being thrown out as well.

"If only there was a fantasy-collapse type of ability," Feng Xue muttered with a bit of regret. But at this moment, facing such a colossal Kaidan, he had no time for precise maneuvers.

Just like a farmer tilling the land: if there’s only a small plot, meticulous farming is needed to squeeze out every ounce of the field’s potential for more yield. But if he had a large piece of land, without hiring manpower or using advanced tools, he could only choose rough farming to maximize the arable area.

At that moment, Orochi, still seemingly controlled by the Hundred Tales, was also scrambling to cope with the storm-like assault. Its originally ever-expanding body began to shrink instead.

When Feng Xue stepped on an illusion and leaped seventy meters into the air, the giant serpent’s eyes, which had exceeded a hundred meters, were already level with him.

From those snake eyes, flickering like ghostly blue flames, radiated a malicious light. Feng Xue, even at this moment, dared not be careless. The golden cloak behind him suddenly spread open, flapping vigorously like a living creature, causing his figure to rise instantly.

The Yellow Robe Eighteen Falls was a cultivation technique that refined the cloak into part of one’s body. For Feng Xue, relying on this cloak for temporary flight was not impossible.

Evading the serpentine beams, he suddenly reached out, and a camera appeared in the sight of countless spectators.

This was the famed rifle—Abe Tetsuya!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After two consecutive shots, Orochi let out a mournful wail. The shots had clearly hit its head, but a gaping hole abruptly burst open where its heart was.

Putrid blood erupted like a volcanic eruption, splattering toward the sky, seemingly staining even the sun and moon above with its foulness.

"You can always believe in instant death."

Seeing Orochi fall, Feng Xue couldn’t help but feel enlightened. However, he did not relax in the slightest, for he could see that the Kaidan Fire, which had already been extinguished, reignited in an instant.

It was not his mistake. It wasn’t just flickering; it truly reignited after being extinguished.

Without a doubt, this was a [Resurrection] type of power.

However, even with the Kaidan Fire reignited, Orochi did not rise to attack further. It lay there as if truly dead. Dirty blood flowed from its eight heads, turning into murky red streams that polluted the once slightly divine Takamagahara. Malignant powers spread through the ground, staining the surrounding land with a thick curse.

Feng Xue floated in the air, brandishing his cloak, looking at the "feigning death" giant serpent with an odd feeling in his heart. He then pulled out a Full Bottle, deciding to go all out and store Orochi’s [Identity] into the Masked Rider System.

The purple and black mingled [Identity] detached from Orochi, pouring into the blank Full Bottle in Feng Xue’s hand, forming eight menacing dragon heads coiling around the bottle. Even until it was completely filled, Orochi showed no sign of movement, and the raging Kaidan Fire did not wane in the slightest.

"What’s going on?"

Puzzled, Feng Xue watched the feigning Orochi. Thinking for a moment, he simply ignored it and looked upward at the massive scroll in the sky.

Without a doubt, the Night Parade of Hundred Demons picture was the foundation of the Hundred Tales. Destroying it would shatter the decades of accumulation by the Hundred Tales.

With this thought in mind, Feng Xue pulled out a bag of chocolate, employing the [make the most of everything] power, linking the "Ghost" in "ghost-catching" with the "Ghost" in "Night Parade of Hundred Demons." As he scattered a handful of chocolate beans in a method reminiscent of Blossoming Flower Rain, just before they struck, the scroll painted with thousands of kaidan ignited on its own.

As the flickering flames illuminated the descent of the scroll, Feng Xue used the [Plunder] power but only grasped a handful of illusions.

[Ghost-catching with Plastic Wrap] was thrown out by him, but similarly, it didn’t stop any substance, instead behaving like ordinary plastic wrap, easily burned through by the flames.

The burning Night Parade of Hundred Demons scroll fell onto Orochi; the snake’s abdomen, tinged with seemingly rotten hues, began squirming. Each phantom of a demon undulated, as if attempting to break free from a massive latex seal.

In Feng Xue’s sight, the robustly burning Kaidan Fire suddenly began to split, forming one, two, three blooms...

Simultaneously, a ethereal and cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"The oily fox spirit, a fallen guest deity, likes to enter others’ homes, freeloading..."

The icy voice recounted a brief demon tale with no emotion. As this story was told, the shadow of an old man with an enormous cranium floated over Orochi’s flesh.

Feng Xue watched this scene and immediately realized that all the Kaidan of the Hundred Tales might be revived. He took out bullets and loaded them into Abe Tetsuya.

The limitation of this gun was that it could only fire twice at each target of higher status. However, he had previously used the Decision Cane to join the Hundred Tales camp. In committing an act of betrayal, his identity became that of "the traitor of the Hundred Tales."

As known, a traitor is the lowest status.

In other words, the status of any member of the Hundred Tales was above his!

Therefore, as long as someone who hadn’t been shot by this gun existed, they all faced instant death!

Just as he felt smug, waiting for the slippery fox spirit to resurrect for two shots, the flames extinguished.

"Resurrection failed?" Feng Xue frowned slightly, but then the silhouettes of sickle weasels, sea monks, nine-tailed cats, inugami...

One by one, the kaidan were narrated in the briefest legends, and as each phantom appeared, the flames extinguished along with them.

One by one, the flames disappeared, and one by one, the phantoms collapsed.

Feng Xue finally vaguely realized something, but at this moment, he had no means to stop it. He could only watch quietly as the fiercely burning Kaidan Fire of Orochi dwindled to a small ember.

At this approach to dawn, the cold, lingering voice that had been chanting all night finally recited the last story of the night:

"Legend has it, after lighting a hundred candles, telling kaidan stories, blowing out a candle after each one, when all candles are extinguished, the demon shall appear."

A cold wind blew by, and Takamagahara, thoroughly polluted, shattered. Orochi’s body ignited into raging flames, and a woman in a blue kimono, barefoot and wearing a demon mask, appeared midair. She reached up, removed the ghost mask from her face, and slightly bowed toward Feng Xue’s still-operating drone...