American Exorcism Male God

Xu Yi watched the monster inside the iron cage.

It appeared to have a human form, but its body was more slender, and its jet-black hair spilled down to its waist.

From the back, one might mistake it for a gracefully swaying woman, but a look at the creature's face would only evoke a chilling terror, as it only had a bloody red cyclops eye and no other facial features.

After encountering that strange house last time, it was only natural for Xu Yi to have Harada Mieko investigate.

He learned the name of the house, "Eight Monster House."

As the name implied, eight monsters resided in the Eight Monster House, in addition to the Kamaitachi female monster he had slain and the runaway Wheel Monk, there was the Cyclops now shoved into the cage.

There were also five other monsters: Cat Woman, Boxed Girl, Wall Crawler, One-legged Woman, and Giant Mage.

"Ghost Samurai, how do you find my sincerity?" White Fox patted the cage by her feet.

The shrine fell silent as Xu Yi waited for Carlyle to translate, so the Ghost Samurai remained motionless throughout, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xu Yi was momentarily lost in thought but then remembered he should respond, even though he didn't know what the other party was scheming, delivering a monster to him was certainly commendable.

He couldn't speak, but he could express himself with body language.

Just as he was about to make a reaction, the other party suddenly spoke up.

"I knew I couldn't deceive Ghost Samurai! Such keen eyesight, indeed!"

White Fox sighed deeply. The Ghost Samurai was staring at him, obviously having sensed something about that object.

Xu Yi was full of question marks. He hadn't said or done anything; how did he suddenly have "keen eyesight"?

White Fox pulled out a black purse and opened it up. Xu Yi's attention was immediately drawn; the Bone of Nightmares sensed the Divinity inside.

White Fox turned the contents of the purse upside down, and out came a piece of mud the size of a thumb.

"You must be very clear about the origin of the Eight Monster House and its eight monsters," White Fox said softly.

I have no clue at all; please enlighten me! Xu Yi thought to himself.

As if White Fox heard Xu Yi's internal monologue, she continued on her own, "They were all born from the Mud God Stele."

White Fox lifted the piece of mud in hand, "What I have here is a fragment of the Mud God Stele. Your goal, Ghost Samurai, must be to kill the eight monsters and restore the Mud God Stele."

Xu Yi knew she had misunderstood something. His hunting of monsters was merely for research on their blood. As for his focus on the Eight Monster House, it was purely because its Divinity was a nourishment for the Ghost Samurai's recovery.

"According to Ancient Tomes, the Mud God Stele may contain the secret to Ascension to Godhood."

White Fox watched the Ghost Samurai intently, trying to see a hint of longing in the flames of his pupils, but she was disappointed; there was no change in the Ghost Samurai's gaze.

Of course, the Ghost Samurai was unfazed because Xu Yi was waiting on Carlyle to translate—the term "Mud God Stele" had dipped into Carlyle's knowledge deficit. He pondered awfully hard for a long time before reluctantly translating it.

By the time Xu Yi caught on, the moment had passed.

Furthermore, divinities were dime-a-dozen in Japan; Xu Yi wasn't aware that, as an orthodox Onmyoji, she surely referred to true divinities and not those braggart spirits and quirks.

No matter how much the Onmyoji behind the fox racked her brain, she wouldn't fathom that the Ghost Samurai she was talking to not only lacked a common language but also lacked the common knowledge of Japan's exorcism circles.

"It seems Ghost Samurai is full of confidence, determined to succeed!"

The Onmyoji behind the fox stopped probing and stated bluntly, "For this, we, the Onmyoji Association, are willing to lend you a helping hand."

White Fox bowed slightly, offering up the fragment of the Mud God Stele in her hands.

Carlyle translated this sentence exceptionally quickly, and Xu Yi immediately understood their meaning. He hastily controlled the Ghost Samurai armor to nod and ordered Harada Mieko to take action.

Harada Mieko stepped forward and took the fragment of the Mud God Stele from White Fox's hands.

"What do we need to give in return?" Harada Mieko asked quietly, looking at White Fox.

Xu Yi couldn't help wanting to give Harada Mieko a thumbs-up; she was indeed his chosen one, voicing the very question he most wanted to ask.

Who ever heard of a free lunch? If the offer wasn't for some hidden purpose, then restoring the Mud God Stele must be incredibly difficult, or it could be a mix of both.

Whatever her motives, he had already decided: to eat the sugar-coating and return the cannon fire. At worst, it would only mean having the Ghost Samurai leave Japan!

"Not long ago, the Yin Yang Banner suddenly broke, and we joined with a host of Onmyoji for divination, which led to an unprecedentedly dire omen," White Fox's tiny pupils flickered with fear.

Harada Mieko wanted to ask more, but White Fox had already ended the conversation, "So, there's no need for Ghost Samurai to worry. We offer the Mud God Stele fragments merely to form a good connection, hoping that when the time comes, we can receive a small favor from Ghost Samurai."

After finishing, White Fox's mood dropped, no longer in the mood for conversation. He bowed to Ghost Samurai and left.

A great disaster in Japan? Xu Yi watched White Fox leave, his thoughts churning.

Harada Mieko held the Mud God Stele fragments in both hands and respectfully presented them to Ghost Samurai.

Xu Yi casually took them.

He didn't really care about the stele fragments.

After all, they were just a gift from someone else. How good could they possibly be? But soon, his expression changed.

The moment Ghost Samurai came into contact with the Mud God Stele, the Samurai Armor vibrated suddenly, resonating with the Divinity within the fragments.

Wasn't this too coincidental?

Xu Yi cursed inwardly. Before, Annabelle had chosen the Samurai Armor because it harbored Divinity. Now he finally knew where that Divinity came from.

It was from the Mud God Stele fragments!

The craftsman who forged the Samurai Armor had mixed in fragments of the Mud God Stele with the armor.

As the Samurai Armor vibrated, the Bone of Nightmares began to tremble, the transcendent flesh writhed, the Demon-Suppressing Flame surged uncontrollably, and the Red Lotus Karma Flame of the demonic blade ascended…

Since the Samurai Armor had been destroyed multiple times and had already fused with other things, that meant the Mud God Stele fragments had merged with the Ghost Samurai.

Xu Yi stared at the Mud God Stele fragments in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, then released control over Ghost Samurai.

The Divinity of the Bone of Nightmares was the first to merge into the fragments, followed by the Demon-Suppressing Flame, and then the Red Lotus Karma Flame of the demonic blade…

The fragments absorbed so much yet remained unchanged. Xu Yi knew it was due to a lack of "fuel."

The golden transcendent flesh poured in, and the fragments were instantly ignited. The flame was not the black gold of the Demon-Suppressing Flame, nor the dark red of the Red Lotus Karma Flame, but a pale purple, emitting an unimaginably high temperature.

Xu Yi stretched his arm out, keeping distance from the flame.

The temperature of the flame was extremely high. If not for the fact that the flames were controlled by Xu Yi, the intense heat confined to a small area, it would have spread out.

Otherwise, Harada Mieko, who was nearby, would have suffered severe burns and the shrine itself would have been set on fire.

"Melting Flame," Xu Yi named the new fire, referring to the seemingly all-consuming high temperature.

Xu Yi focused on the Melting Flame, frowning slightly.

The new fire was indeed powerful, but its drawbacks were equally clear. It was only the size of a fingernail, and no matter how Xu Yi tried to fuel it, the flame showed no signs of growing.

Such a small fire could perhaps only be used for toasting something tiny.

The Melting Flame's "fuel" was also extremely lavish - the regeneration speed of transcendent flesh is limited. Without affecting the combat power of Ghost Samurai, it could probably only burn for about ten minutes a week.

Xu Yi looked toward the shrine, where there was a box containing the husk of the Kamaitachi monster, its blood already drained.

"According to what that White Fox said earlier, it seems there are also Mud God Stele fragments inside the body of the Kamaitachi monster," Xu Yi mused.
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Xu Yi threw the Melting Flame onto the box, the high temperature enveloping the Kamaitachi monster inside.

The husk of the monster was incinerated at a visible rate, leaving only a trace untouched by the flames, which continued to sear without change.

That was the remnant of the Mud God Stele from within the body of the Kamaitachi monster.

The remnants were attracted by the Melting Flame, flying into the core of the fire. The two small fragments merged to form a larger remnant.

The fire that was the size of a fingernail grew to the size of an egg.

As the volume of the flame increased, the amount of "fuel" it consumed decreased - a contradiction to common sense, yet what Xu Yi desired the most.

"This monster is as good as dead!"

The pupils of Ghost Samurai blazed intensely with fire.