Chapter 155: Yomijima Island

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Itomi Yuki’s mind buzzed, as if she were watching a hundred-meter-tall building collapse towards her face. She could barely breathe.

Minamoto Kiyomoto reached out with his left hand, pulled her into his arms, and made a fist with his right hand.

“Bang!”

The Five Elements Qi Sword shot out, the Shinto style opening and closing, and the five-colored neon lights danced horizontally and vertically.

“Rumble!” The mountain shook and the earth moved.

Minamoto Kiyomoto felt a tightness in his chest, and his right arm was numb, trembling uncontrollably.

The eight Amatsumara clan members, who were holding divine artifacts, grunted and couldn’t help but take a step back.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at the eight of them in surprise.

These days, his Five Elements Qi Sword was no longer what it used to be. This was a volcano, and with the help of the volcanic divine energy, its power was almost equivalent to the full-force strike of an ordinary Kasen. He didn’t expect to still be at a disadvantage.

The eight of them looked at him with even more surprise than he did.

The Amatsumara clan had been refining artifacts for generations, and they had melted even the hardest yokai remains.

The combined attack just now was a spell for hammering yokai remains. With one strike, even the remains of a town-level yokai would be flattened.

Not only did Minamoto Kiyomoto block it, but he even knocked them back a step.

Amatsumara’s face was ugly. It didn’t matter if he was blocked. The leader of Group Nine and Yagyu Michiko could both block it. But to be blocked by a kid who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere disrupted his plan.

“Kid, who are you!” he shouted.

“Me? The number one genius of the Shinto sect, Turdidae.”

As soon as his voice fell, Minamoto Kiyomoto once again sensed the volcanic divine energy. The light of the Five Elements Qi Sword surged, and the five-colored neon lights completely turned into the fire element.

The scorching high temperature burned the entire dark room red, like a furnace.

“Again!” He held Itomi Yuki with his left hand and slashed horizontally with the Li Fire Qi Sword in his right hand.

The fierce and tyrannical divine power shot towards the eight of them.

The eight of them felt as if their whole bodies were on fire. Flames drilled into their noses, ears, and eyes.

Everyone was startled and quickly raised their divine artifacts, formed a spell seal with their hands, and once again performed a combined attack.

They had originally thought they could still have a slight advantage, but they didn’t expect that four of the eight people would be sent flying.

Including Amatsumara, everyone’s face changed.

Even Itomi Sayaka was surprised by the power of this spell. If it were her, she wouldn’t dare to say that she could still be intact after taking it head-on.

Hanyu Chika was more shocked than all of them.

Back then, in July of this year, Minamoto Kiyomoto was still on par with her. She didn’t expect that in just half a year, he had already advanced to a realm that was out of reach.

“So satisfying!” Minamoto Kiyomoto’s right arm was almost numb, but his blood was boiling.

“This kid wants to be a hero saving the beauty. Kill the woman in his arms first!” the Amatsumara clan member with the hammer-shaped divine artifact roared.

Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed and said loudly, “If you can touch a single hair on her head today, I’ll kneel down and kowtow to you!”

After saying this, he held the Li Fire Qi Sword and was about to fly up into the air.

“Enough, Turdidae,” Itomi Sayaka put her hand on his shoulder. “Lord Amatsumara already understands his situation, doesn’t he, Lord Amatsumara?”

Amatsumara’s face was ugly. The eight people holding divine artifacts gathered behind him.

After a long time, Amatsumara retracted his divine power, and his face also softened.

A smile appeared on Itomi Sayaka’s face. She leaned over and whispered to Minamoto Kiyomoto:

“You’re Turdidae now. Don’t be as arrogant as a Minamoto Kiyomoto.”

“My hands were itching, hehe,” Minamoto Kiyomoto retracted the Five Elements Qi Sword and let out a shy laugh like a high school student.

“And,” Itomi Sayaka’s gaze turned into a glare. “How long are you going to hold my sister?”

Before Minamoto Kiyomoto could say anything, Itomi Yuki was already embarrassed. She supported herself on Minamoto Kiyomoto’s chest and stood up from his arms.

She tidied her hair, which had been messed up by the divine power. Her snow-white face under the mask was flushed red.

Amatsumara looked at them, guessing what conspiracy they were discussing.

“Lord Amatsumara,” after settling the internal matters, Itomi Sayaka turned her gaze to him again. “We have no hostility. We just want to know how to enhance the power of the Demon Dragon Nail.”

“This is the last time,” Amatsumara said in a cold voice. “Find the Yellow Springs Kingdom and let the Demon Dragon Nail absorb the Yellow Springs divine energy.”

“Where is the Yellow Springs Kingdom?”

“Yomijima Island.”

“How do we get in?”

“When you see the Yellow Springs Great Stone, you will naturally understand,” Amatsumara said.

Itomi Sayaka pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, “Lord Amatsumara, I’m a bit afraid of death, and I have a sister waiting for me to dote on her. Please come with us.”

“Insolent!”

“You Shinto sect rats, don’t push your luck!”

The eight people holding divine artifacts cursed.

Itomi Sayaka was unmoved, smiling, looking at Amatsumara without speaking.

Itomi Yuki was a little surprised. This sister was completely different from the one she saw at home, the one who always took pleasure in bullying her sister.

Amatsumara looked at her for a long time, then said, “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

“Clan leader!”

Amatsumara raised his hand and interrupted his clansmen’s persuasion.

“You watch the starry sky liquid. Don’t let anything happen!” he ordered sternly.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the eight of them could only nod in agreement.

Itomi Yuki looked at the so-called starry sky liquid with curiosity. The battle that had shaken the entire volcano just now had not made it move at all.

Above the jar, the drop of water that had been about to drip since they came in was still suspended in mid-air.

If it were an impatient person, just looking at it would probably drive them crazy.

The five of them, and Amatsumara, left Sakurajima from the bottom of the sea and shuttled through the dark seabed.

Yomijima Island was in Shimane Prefecture. To get there from Kyushu, they had to cross the Tsushima Strait and take a big detour.

Itomi Yuki glanced at her sister, who was chatting with Minamoto Kiyomoto. They were now in the water-repellent qi shield supported by Itomi Sayaka.

That sister who insisted on bathing with her and even laughed at her small chest actually had such skills.

Immediately, she withdrew her gaze and looked outside the qi shield.

Whether it was the volcanic lava or the underwater world, to her, they were all unprecedented wonders.

She was born rich and had been to many places, both at home and abroad. Those places were beautiful, but they couldn’t make her marvel.

The place they were going to next was the Yellow Springs Kingdom recorded in the “Kojiki,” a mythical adventure.

She, who was usually quiet, couldn’t help but feel her heart surge with excitement and apprehension at this time.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was talking with Itomi Sayaka about the insights of the Five Elements Qi Sword when the butterfly shikigami on the back of his head suddenly moved.

He listened intently for a while, and a charming smile appeared on his handsome face under the mask.

“Amatsumara has sent someone to inform the Divine Medium,” he said with a laugh. “He plans to wipe us all out.”

Amatsumara was in a water-repellent qi shield himself. Through the seawater, and at high speed, he was not afraid of him hearing.

“Then I’ll have to inform my friends in the Shinto sect and ask them to come and help,” Itomi Sayaka said with a laugh.

Itomi Yuki, Hanyu Chika, and Yagyu Michiko looked at her with confusion.

“Who are you trying to harm?” Minamoto Kiyomoto also laughed.

Hearing what he said, the three of them finally reacted.

“Sanae Sara,” Itomi Sayaka replied. “The two spells of the Eight Gods of Thunder are on her.”

“It seems that not only can I have a good fight this time, but I can also gather the Eight Gods of Thunder and satisfy my desire to collect.”

Although he said this, Minamoto Kiyomoto, who had already felt that something was not right, was even more vigilant at this time.

If the Shinto sect had long been in collusion with Amatsumara, this was very likely a conspiracy against him, or even against Kamibayashi Miko.

Vigilant as he was, he was not afraid in his heart.

He would just treat this as a warm-up for dealing with the “Coral Demon Moth.”

What’s more, Himegami Izayoi and the Hokkaido Miko would also be with him. With the three great shrine maidens joining forces, plus him as a make-up, where in the world could they not go?
He would kill them until they were in a complete mess.

The black capacity in his body buzzed, like a fierce beast about to break free from its cage and wreak havoc on the world.

“I wonder if the Yellow Springs Kingdom will be dangerous,” Hanyu Chika was a little worried.

“If there was, that old man Amatsumara probably wouldn’t have come along so readily,” Itomi Sayaka said her guess.

“It’s okay if it’s dangerous,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said. “The Divine Medium is on her way.”

“As expected of a baby in swaddling clothes,” Itomi Yuki said sarcastically.

Minamoto Kiyomoto turned back and glanced at her, “I didn’t realize you were so sharp-tongued before.”

“Being called sharp-tongued for speaking the truth. Shouldn’t you reflect on yourself?”

“…Your sister is really amazing,” he said to Itomi Sayaka.

“Isn’t she cute?” Itomi Sayaka puffed out her full chest and said proudly.

“I see. So this is cute,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“You seem to have an opinion?” the two sisters questioned at the same time.

Itomi Yuki turned her face away, feeling ashamed and unhappy about speaking in unison with her sister.

“Ah, Yuki, we really are an invincible pair of sisters!” The sister, however, was very happy. She excitedly hugged Itomi Yuki and rubbed her small face with her chest.

“Let go of me, mmm—mmm!”

Minamoto Kiyomoto watched from the side.

So deep, and so soft. It can even change shape according to a person’s face. She can’t even breathe.
So pitiful.
He also wanted to be buried in Kamibayashi Miko’s and Himegami Izayoi’s arms, to become a baby in swaddling clothes.

Hanyu Chika was observing him. Seeing his longing gaze, she had a plan in her heart.

Minamoto Kiyomoto felt her gaze and looked over. She calmly averted her gaze.

His heart became even more guarded.

What a pity. Itomi Sayaka was willing to sacrifice herself for her family. He had originally admired her.
If she insisted on going against him, he could only let her know the price of betrayal.

Among the six people, only Yagyu Michiko had no ulterior motives, and they sped towards Shimane Prefecture.

In the place where Shimane Prefecture and Tottori Prefecture met, there was a narrow and hidden shoal. The six of them emerged from the water there.

The shoal was covered in reeds that were more than a person’s height. Bathed in the sparkling sunlight, they swayed in the autumn wind.

Itomi Yuki looked at the endless reed marsh in front of her with surprise.

“Yomijima Island is in the north. We need to cross the Mikawa Crossing,” Amatsumara said.

“No hurry,” Itomi Sayaka propped up her divine power, like a spirit wrapped in a halo of light, and flew into the reed marsh.

Yagyu Michiko and Hanyu Chika followed closely behind. Amatsumara could only follow.

“Let’s go too,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said to Itomi Yuki.

“Mhm,” Itomi Yuki nodded lightly.

The two of them respectively propped up their misty and blue light and flew behind the group, disappearing into the vast reeds.

Where the six people passed, the reeds swayed, parting like seawater.

Occasionally, an autumn wind would sweep by, blowing the reeds in all directions, and the white catkins stretched out like waves on a river.

Itomi Yuki looked at everything in front of her with amazement and fascination. Her heart was filled with joy, and she couldn’t help but look at Minamoto Kiyomoto.

He was wearing a mask and staring straight ahead.

“What’s wrong?” Feeling her gaze, Minamoto Kiyomoto turned his head and asked.

“Nothing,” Itomi Yuki looked around again.

Flying hand in hand in the autumn reed marsh like this was like a story from a fairy tale.

After flying for a short while, they heard a clamor, as if someone was holding a banquet.

Just as they were thinking this, their vision suddenly widened.

Wooden boats, one after another, countless people, drinking and making merry on the boats.

In the center of the crowd, there was a platform made of water. Several geishas were dancing gracefully, playing and singing autumn waka.

Occasionally, modern girls in revealing clothes would go on stage timidly, trying their best to show off their bodies.

Completely unsuitable for minors to watch.

“Little cat, you’re here,” a hoarse and charming voice, overriding the clamor, came towards them.

Itomi Yuki followed the sound and saw a beautiful, full-figured middle-aged noblewoman, her head poking out from the curtain of a small boat.

The curtain was blown up by the wind, and inside were all men.

Those men had dazed expressions and flushed faces.

She hurriedly averted her gaze. Her face under the mask turned red, and her ears, blown by the wind, were both hot and cool.

Itomi Sayaka looked around, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and flew towards the small boat where Sanae Sara was.

“Why are there so many people?” she said.

Not only were there experts from Group One here, but also people from Group Two, Group Seven, and Group Eight. The leaders were also here.

Minamoto Kiyomoto observed her expression and didn’t see that she was acting. He thought to himself, Could it be that Hanyu Chika betrayed her alone?
But what’s the use of just these few people? Are the others ambushing on Yomijima Island?

He was about to follow and fly over when his sleeve was pulled.

Turning back, he saw Itomi Yuki looking left and right, not knowing where to look.

He laughed and teased, “I don’t know if she’s cute, but she’s quite innocent.”

Itomi Yuki glared at him angrily.

The two of them didn’t go over. They hovered over the water with Yagyu Michiko, Hanyu Chika, and Amatsumara.

Amatsumara would occasionally cast his gaze towards Tokyo. At the level of the Divine Medium’s wind-riding spell, she should have arrived long ago. Where was she?
After waiting for about ten minutes, they suddenly heard the leader of Group Eight, Drunkard, shout, “Brothers, time to work!”

“Ugh!” the Shinto sect members responded strangely.

Several people waved their divine power and cut the geishas and dancers who had just been performing in half. Their internal organs flew out and hung on the reed stalks. The water was dyed red.

“Ah!” Itomi Yuki exclaimed, so scared that she couldn’t even control her divine power.

Minamoto Kiyomoto reached out and held her, his eyes staring at the internal organs hanging on the reeds.

“Hey? Her voice is very pleasant to listen to~” a guy who was hiccupping from drinking said, looking over lecherously.

Itomi Yuki looked away with disgust and fear.

“It is indeed pleasant to listen to, like a gurgling mountain spring,” saying this, Minamoto Kiyomoto threw a punch.

The blue divine power roared and rolled. The boat and the people on it were blown to smithereens, a sky full of wood chips and blood mist.

“What’s going on?”

“Kid, you dare to kill my brother!”

“Which group are you from!”

Divine powers of various colors shot up into the sky. The naturally beautiful reed marsh instantly became a colorful yokai country.

Several people from Group Eight surrounded and attacked Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Without seeing Minamoto Kiyomoto make any move, the water surface roared, like a galaxy pouring down, and with the force of ten thousand jun, it rushed towards these people.

“Stop!” A wine-like amber divine power flashed through the air, calming the galaxy and also sweeping away the people from Group Eight.

Several group leaders flew over. Sanae Sara was still tidying her clothes.

Many Shinto sect members were desperately sizing up her body. She didn’t cover herself up, but instead winked at those people.

The people she saw trembled, both scared and longing.

In the small boat where Sanae Sara had been, there was no longer any sign of life.

Itomi Sayaka was the first to land. She first glanced at Itomi Yuki. Seeing that she was hiding behind Minamoto Kiyomoto and was safe, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Someone was teasing my sister!” Minamoto Kiyomoto roared like a hot-blooded youth.

Itomi Sayaka turned her head and looked at the leader of Group Eight.

“Bullshit!” someone from Group Eight shouted. “Tobita was praising that girl’s voice for being pleasant to listen to!”

“So what if he was teasing her? He just said a few words. Can this kid just kill people?!”

The leader of Group Eight sneered and said to Itomi Sayaka, “Hand over that kid. I won’t kill him either. I’ll just break his arm that killed someone, and then kneel down and apologize. This matter will be over.”

“Hand over the murderer!”

“Damn it! This is the first time I’ve seen someone kill their own people!”

“Sister Sha, don’t waste your breath on them!” Minamoto Kiyomoto was furious, even more irritable than them. “You hold back the leader of Group Eight. I and Sister Michiko will kill all these people!”

Group Eight, which had been clamoring just now, instantly fell silent.

This kid… why is he so impulsive?
Drunkard’s face was also ugly. If they really fought, he would be held back by Itomi Sayaka. How could the people of Group Eight be a match for Yagyu Michiko?

If it were another group, he wouldn’t believe the other party would do this. But Group Nine was different. They had joined the Shinto sect for the stupid reason of protecting their families.

“Alright, alright,” Sanae Sara said with a smile. “The mission is important.”

Drunkard snorted and didn’t say anything more.

“Turdidae-kun’s temper is really explosive,” the leader of Group Seven, Spider, said with a laugh.

Minamoto Kiyomoto snorted with indignation and resentment.

Sanae Sara looked at him and couldn’t help but lick her scarlet lips. Her just-satisfied body surged with impulse again.

She sized up Minamoto Kiyomoto for a couple of times, then looked at Itomi Yuki and asked, “Is this a newcomer to Group Nine?”

“Turdidae’s little sister,” Itomi Sayaka said helplessly. “I didn’t want to take her in at first, but you know, I can’t say no to my sister.”

“I understand,” Spider said with a laugh.

Anyone who paid attention to the Shinto sect knew that Itomi Sayaka was a sis-con.

“You listen to me!” Minamoto Kiyomoto shouted at the people of the Shinto sect. “Whoever dares to bully my sister, that person just now will be his end!”

“Kid, you’re arrogant!”

“I’m going to—”

“What? Are you really planning to bully my people?” Before the provoked crowd could explode, Itomi Sayaka threw a large block of ice into it.

The reed marsh was silent. Only the wild birds that had been scared away by the conflict just now circled in the sky, cawing.

The conflict between the group leaders, Sanae Sara would mediate a little. As for the followers, she didn’t even glance at them.

“Lord Amatsumara,” she said to Amatsumara, “I’ll have to trouble you again.”

Her voice was lingering, making people’s imaginations run wild, thinking that what she was asking for was something else.

“I hope your esteemed sect can be true to your word this time and not look for me a third time,” Amatsumara said faintly, his face expressionless.

Sanae Sara smiled, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Under Amatsumara’s leadership, the people of the Shinto sect, in a mighty procession, left the messy reed marsh and flew towards Yomijima Island.