# Chapter 307: Utter Shamelessness
"Qin your grandpa!"
Qin Mu thrust his sword forward, and instantly all eight thousand swords moved, flying swords pressing down on Banguo Cuo like an avalanche. He snarled viciously, "Qin Gongcuo, I will never coexist with you under the same sky!"
"Qin Gongcuo? Why does he call me Qin Gongcuo?"
Banguo Cuo was stunned, but had no time to ponder. He immediately slapped his waist, where he also carried a Taotie pouch. The pouch opened, and a large banner leaped out from within. He grabbed it, flipped and shook the long banner, and countless locusts flew out from the banner's surface, buzzing as they circled around him once before surging toward Qin Mu's rain of swords.
Those locusts actually turned midair on their own, swarming onto Qin Mu's flying swords and biting down with a crunching sound—but they couldn't damage them.
Qin Mu had refined eight thousand swords, nearly exhausting the finest materials of the Demon Sect. Although most of the eight thousand swords were forged from mystic gold, each sword was crafted by Qin Mu himself, a master of artifact refinement. During tempering, he had added the highest-grade metals, using materials even superior to the Junior Guardian Sword, a first-rank official's blade.
Though Qin Mu's cultivation limited him from elevating the power and might of the eight thousand swords to the level of the Junior Guardian Sword, in terms of hardness alone, each of these eight thousand swords was no less formidable.
Qin Mu channeled his sword force, slashing at the locusts. A continuous clanging sound rang out, sparks flying everywhere. Even his swords couldn't harm these locusts. His heart sank: "This bastard has quite a few treasures!"
His Taotie pouch had been stolen from the Loulan Golden Palace, and he had plundered countless treasures from that place. But Banguo Cuo, as the Great Venerable of the Loulan Golden Palace, held a status far above the Sorcerer Venerable. He had his own treasury, untouched by Qin Mu's looting.
His spiritual weapons were varied and numerous. These locusts were actually derived from the Gu Hall within the Demon Sect's scripture, the Great Nurturing Demon Scripture—an exotic treasure refined through Gu arts.
In one of his past lives, he had joined the Demon Sect and learned the Great Nurturing Demon Scripture, though he never obtained the unified cultivation method. However, he had studied all the various techniques within the scripture.
The Gu insects in his Taotie pouch were also sect-suppressing treasures, fused with the soul cultivation methods of the Loulan Golden Palace. Each type of Gu insect he refined could attack both the enemy's physical body and their soul. The Golden Palace's cultivation method, the Sorcerer Venerable Lou Luo Scripture, contained techniques for soul insect attacks, which had drawn from the Gu insect path in the Great Nurturing Demon Scripture.
His locusts were as hard as iron, refined in his past life to be expandable and shrinkable. Ordinary spiritual weapons encountering these locusts would be devoured completely, leaving not even a trace behind.
Moreover, the locusts contained sorcerous techniques for soul attacks, adept at contaminating others' spiritual weapons. Once a spiritual weapon was polluted by sorcery, its owner would lose control over it, becoming easy prey.
Most importantly, other sect-suppressing treasures consumed immense cultivation to activate, while activating the locusts required relatively little energy. That was why, the moment he clashed with Qin Mu, he immediately deployed this treasure.
He knew Qin Mu's cultivation was exceptionally deep, even surpassing his own. Even though he had reincarnated and cultivated anew, progressing far faster than Qin Mu, he dared not be overconfident and assume he could overpower Qin Mu in terms of cultivation.
Qin Mu had an enormous number of flying swords, but Banguo Cuo's locusts were equally numerous. Both of them were actually employing sword techniques, clashing sword style against sword style. Qin Mu used the Dao Sect's sword technique, the Third Chapter of the Dao Sword, and Banguo Cuo surprisingly used the same Third Chapter of the Dao Sword.
Five-colored auspicious clouds shrouded the sky, the celestial melody of the three heavens resounding clearly!
The same moves, the same sword technique—in the hands of Dao Sect disciples, they would appear ethereal and transcendent, bearing not a trace of worldly fire.
But when executed by these two, neither the sword aura nor the locusts carried any hint of celestial grace. Qin Mu's sword light was domineering, his eight thousand swords forming five-colored auspicious clouds, the three primal energies and five vital forces overwhelmingly powerful. The flying swords clashed without any celestial atmosphere; the celestial rhythm became war drums thundering, weapons clashing in slaughter, killing intent soaring straight to the stars!
Banguo Cuo, meanwhile, used sorcery to drive the Third Chapter of the Dao Sword. The locusts formed clouds, five-colored and dazzling but rolling with demonic nature, appearing as various poisons and toxins spreading everywhere. Combined with the eerie strangeness of sorcery and Gu poison, the locusts' screeching sounds thoroughly ruined the celestial melody.
Boom!
The power of the Third Chapter of the Dao Sword erupted. Swords and locusts collided, the force of the techniques exploding. Both figures shuddered violently, each stumbling backward and slamming hard into the walls of the bridge, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
"Qin Gongcuo, your time of death has come!"
Qin Mu shook himself, peeling off the wall. He raised both hands high, bringing them together above his head, hooking his pinky and ring fingers, extending his middle and index fingers straight, and tucking his thumbs inward, forming a sword seal.
The Carefree Sword immediately flew over, its tip pointing upward. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the eight thousand swords came whistling, forming one giant sword. With the Carefree Sword at its core, the eight thousand swords continuously spun and revolved, executing both the Drilling Sword Technique and the Cleaving Sword Technique simultaneously.
Qin Mu brought his hands down in a slash. Whoosh—
A giant sword rumbled as it cleaved toward Banguo Cuo!
"Chief Qin, controlling so many swords—I'm afraid your cultivation is insufficient, isn't it?"
Banguo Cuo held the Ten Thousand Locust Banner, waving it left and right. Countless locusts flew back, the ones behind climbing onto the backs of those in front, forming a large shield. The sword and locusts collided; the sword technique changed, countless swords spinning and revolving into the Winding Sword Technique. The locusts, refined to be as hard as steel, couldn't be drilled through, but the Winding Sword Technique slipped into the gaps, attacking Banguo Cuo behind the shield.
"Qin Gongcuo, your magical power is running low too, isn't it?" Qin Mu snarled viciously.
Banguo Cuo was puzzled: "Why does this kid keep calling me Qin Gongcuo? My surname isn't Qin... strange..."
He didn't know that the owner of this ship was surnamed Qin, from the Qin clan of Carefree Village. And the massive creature guarding this place, with eyes two hundred and sixty-four zhang apart, was waiting precisely for someone from Carefree Village to arrive!
Qin Mu had barely managed to deceive that terrifying existence, pretending to be an explorer who had stumbled here by accident. He was about to escape this trap when Banguo Cuo had to call him "Chief Qin," which was practically pushing him into the fire pit!
So Qin Mu decided to share the hardship—if there was a shit basin to be had, everyone would wear it on their heads. He deliberately called him "Qin Gongcuo," essentially thinking, "If we're going to die, let's die together."
But Qin Mu wasn't wrong either—Banguo Cuo's magical power was indeed stretched thin. Although his Ten Thousand Locust Banner didn't demand much cultivation, a sect-suppressing treasure was still a sect-suppressing treasure; activating it consumed relatively little energy. However, he was still at the Six Harmonies realm, and driving a Divine Bridge realm treasure was still taxing.
The earlier clash with Qin Mu using the Third Chapter of the Dao Sword had already consumed seventy to eighty percent of his energy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the Ten Thousand Locust Banner to form a large shield to block Qin Mu's sword techniques.
Qin Mu's consumption was also astonishing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only used basic sword techniques like the Drilling, Cleaving, and Winding Sword Techniques, but would have gone straight to powerful moves like the Dao Sword.
Both of them controlled their spiritual weapons with great difficulty, but the power of each other's weapons was astonishing, surpassing the scope of the Six Harmonies realm. If either one slipped and failed to block the other's spiritual weapon, death would be gruesome and certain. Thus, both were riding a tiger and couldn't dismount, forced to exhaust their energy to oppose each other.
"Qin Gongcuo, how about you make way?" Qin Mu gritted his teeth. His energy cultivation couldn't handle so many swords; thousands of swords clattered down, embedding themselves in the floor and walls of the bridge.
But even as he attacked, several hundred flying swords kept rising, executing various sword techniques with fierce momentum.
Banguo Cuo also couldn't control so many locusts. Thousands of locusts landed, wanting to fly up but lacking the energy to control them. He could only manage several hundred locusts to clash head-on with Qin Mu.
"As long as Chief Qin takes off the helmet on his head, I'll let you live!" Banguo Cuo said coldly.
The number of spiritual weapons each could control grew fewer and fewer. Suddenly, Qin Mu executed the Tathagata Great Vehicle Sutra, transforming into a great Buddha, engaging Banguo Cuo in close combat. A great hand seal descended, and behind him manifested eight layers of celestial deities and Buddhas, Buddha's voice resounding clearly.
The first form of the Thunderclap Eight Forms: Alone by the Eastern Sea, Carrying Spring Thunder!
"Vajra Invincible!"
Banguo Cuo sneered, also executing the Tathagata Great Vehicle Sutra, activating the Vajra Invincible Skill within the sutra. His entire body gilded over like a Dharma protector vajra, clashing hard with Qin Mu.
He had studied the techniques and divine abilities of the Tathagata Great Vehicle Sutra, while Qin Mu had only learned the cultivation method (gongfa). In terms of divine abilities, Qin Mu was certainly inferior. Unexpectedly, although Qin Mu was executing the Tathagata Great Vehicle Sutra, his leg techniques suddenly changed—unfathomably strange, endlessly varied, his form ghostlike as he spun wildly around Banguo Cuo!
Caught off guard, Banguo Cuo was struck in the crotch by a knee lift. Pain shot through him, tears streaming down his face as he gasped sharply.
Slap, slap, slap—Qin Mu kicked him countless times in the face, sending him stumbling backward until his body pressed against the wall. Just as he seemed about to die, Banguo Cuo's body suddenly turned into a shadow, sliding along the wall to escape, executing the Demon Shadow Illusion Skill from the Great Nurturing Demon Scripture to dodge Qin Mu's Heaven-Stealing Divine Leg.
Qin Mu, elated, dashed toward the cabin door while using his energy to control his swords. With a thought, several hundred swords shot in unison toward the shadow on the wall. He had just reached the cabin door, about to open it and charge out, when both his feet were suddenly pinned. Banguo Cuo had used his locusts to block Qin Mu's flying swords, then his demon shadow clung to the ground, extending two shadowy black hands to grab Qin Mu's ankles.
"Chief Qin, you'd better leave that helmet behind!"
Banguo Cuo pulled hard. Qin Mu's form instantly turned into a shadow as well, sticking to the ground. Both of them activated the Demon Shadow Illusion Skill, becoming two shadows flashing across walls and floors, delivering lethal strikes at each other.
Bang!
The bridge wall shook violently. Banguo Cuo was blasted out of the wall, reverting from demon shadow to solid form. He immediately drove his locusts to bite at Qin Mu's demon shadow on the wall.
Qin Mu swiftly traversed the wall, suddenly dropping from the ceiling. His feet remained demon shadows, but his body reverted to normal. A seal came crashing down, knocking Banguo Cuo head over heels.
Banguo Cuo leaped up but didn't attack. Instead, he stared blankly behind Qin Mu, beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolling down his forehead.
Qin Mu was about to charge at him when he suddenly sensed something wrong. His body stiffened as he felt two terrifying gazes fall upon him.
Involuntarily, he dispersed the Demon Shadow Illusion Skill, landing on the ground. He turned his head with difficulty to look behind him.
Outside the bridge, in the darkness, two enormous eyes materialized—one on the left side of the bridge, one on the right, two hundred and sixty-four zhang apart.
The pupils of these eyes were vertical slits, demonic and eerie, their gazes fixed on the two of them.
Banguo Cuo's body trembled, his legs shaking. His voice hoarse, he said, "Chief Qin, now I understand why you wanted to leave this place..."
"You motherfucking Qin Gongcuo!"
Qin Mu gritted his teeth: "If it weren't for you, I would have gotten away long ago!"
From below those two pupils came a rather unpleasant sound, like fingernails scraping across steel: "Which of you is surnamed Qin?"
"Him!" Qin Mu and Banguo Cuo raised their hands simultaneously, pointing at each other.