Legend of the Mythological Genes Chapter 203 - Confusing The Truth with Lies

Chapter 203: Confusing The Truth with Lies

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire
A black silhouette sped across the ground, leaving behind after-images which disappeared after a blink of an eye.
The demon-subduing gourd was strapped on Feng Lin’s waist as he rapidly made his way toward the lair of the Yamata no Orochi in this fantasy land of demons.
The lair was indicated on the map, and that would also be the place where those Japanese gathered.
If they wanted to obtain the inheritance of the Kusanagi Sword, they had to walk the path of Susanoo and subdue or slay the Yamata no Orochi.
Feng Lin was naturally also extremely interested in this legendary demon sword named Kusanagi.
The second round of examination for the Cosmos University would soon arrive. Every opportunity he got to increase his strength would be extremely valuable. If he could break through his vitality limit, his entire being would transform qualitatively, obtaining countless benefits.
He passed through mountains and flowing waters, traveling at a great speed. Finally, he came to a mountain valley with an extremely deep lake within it. The surface of the lake was still; there were no fluctuations at all. It was like a zone of death.
The water here was completely black, reflecting no light. It appeared to be a malevolent giant maw on the ground wanting to devour everything. No other living things dared to get near to it. Once they fell into the lake, they wouldn’t be able to climb out again.
Feng Lin sensibly decided not to get near the lake. He chose to hide far away instead as he started his cultivation.
Those Japanese had yet to arrive. Clearly, their execution of the plans wasn’t as quick as Feng Lin. They still needed more time to subdue the Shuten-Doji and Kyuubi no Kitsune.
Feng Lin didn’t want to waste time. He assiduously cultivated, took out a demon core, and swallowed it whole.
The demon cores were tasteless, but they were still better than nothing.
Genetic potential +22%, +22%, +22%…
Clamor!
In the midst of his cultivation, Feng Lin was startled awake. The waters in the deep lake suddenly parted as a giant vortex formed. A monster with eight heads and tails slowly rose from the depths. Each of the eight snake heads had sinister expressions. The abdomen of this monster was completely armored like the back of a giant turtle, and scales could be seen all over its body. The eyes of the snake heads darted left and right, with the light of cruelty glinting in them. In just a moment, demonic qi could be seen towered up into the sky. The demonic aura here was so thick that the atmosphere shimmered, forming black clouds.
The Yamata no Orochi slowly waded out from the lake and rapidly moved away. Everywhere it passed by, all hints of life were absorbed by it, causing the plants in the area around it to wither.
This was then the true Yamata no Orochi from Japanese Mythology. It wasn’t the inferior artificially-created monster that Feng Lin had seen before
As the Yamata no Orochi moved, a fishy smell was generated. The demonic qi stench was extremely concentrated, permeating the entire area and causing fear in the hearts of every living thing.
Under such pressure, Feng Lin felt that an incomparably heavy boulder was pressing down on his heart.
The combat prowess of this Yamata no Orochi should be at the late-phase of elite cultivators. The current him wasn’t a match for it.
Since Japan had existed for so many years, their foundations could be considered quite decent indeed.
This fantasy land of demons had so many dangers, and the most dangerous ones would be the greater demons and the Yamata no Orochi. Although this Yamata no Orochi was just a materialization of demonic essence qi, as long as it possessed 1% of its true power when it was still alive, it was already terrifying to the extreme.
Feng Lin did his best to conceal his presence, not wanting to attract the Yamata no Orochi’s attention.
The great serpent went out to hunt for prey, and it only lazily crawled back after consuming many smaller demons.
Feng Lin cautiously kept his distance, moving further away to a safe place before he continued with his cultivation.
This place was the Yamata no Orochi’s territory. Other than Feng Lin, no other demons and monsters dared to get close to here. Therefore, he could cultivate in peace.
Three days passed by in the blink of an eye and he obtained another free primeval genetic point. He decisively added that to his Spirit Gene, which caused the strengthening tally of the gene to shoot up from 6 to 7.
In order to prevent the surge of his spirit force from attracting the attention of the Yamata no Orochi, Feng Lin concealed all traces of his aura. He was like a fisherman quietly waiting for an opportunity, waiting for his prey to impale itself on his hook.
Another three days passed and the other Japanese finally arrived here. They were all extremely fatigued with bloody wounds on their bodies. There were even two of them with broken arms, looking like cripples. The number of people in their group also lessened.
Clearly, this place was extremely dangerous. Not everyone could be like Feng Lin, going wherever they wanted to freely.
At this moment, the goddess also revealed her true face. She was dressed in traditional Japanese clothing and had a mesmerizing figure. However, her countenance was filled with an air of holiness which caused no one to dare to profane her beauty. Boundless charm and a sense of holiness integrated as one, yet there seemed to be no conflict between the two. In fact, it made the goddess even more charming.
The eyes of the Japanese shone brightly when they looked at the goddess. Only Fuuma Taro’s eyes revealed a hint of lust.
This goddess seemed to be in a pack of evil wolves, yet she appeared secure in the knowledge that none would dare to move against her. She gazed at the surroundings and calmly spoke, “Are the others not here yet?”
“Ryosuke Hayada, Katori Sakai, Masao Fujiwara, Ichiro Yamamoto…are they not here? Those trash, they can’t even defeat the ordinary demons! Most probably, they have all died from being eaten.” Fuuma Taro in the lead coldly snorted as he stared at the surroundings.
Feng Lin knew that this was his cue to appear. He walked out and mimic Yamamoto Ichiro’s voice, “Goddess, Fuuma-kun, I’ve already been waiting here for some time.”
“Yamamoto Ichiro, it is you?” Fuuma Taro sounded very astonished. “You are such a weakling, but you weren’t eaten by the demons?”
He had complete disregard for Yamamoto Ichiro in his eyes, even his tone was filled with a mocking sentiment.
Feng Lin was amazed. He discovered that the original owner of this identity, Yamamoto Ichiro, was actually quite a pitiful fellow. Even his companions looked down on him.
But after all, he wasn’t the real Yamamoto Ichiro. So no matter how mocking this Fuuma Taro was, it wouldn’t affect him at all.
On the contrary, the more these people looked down on Yamamoto Ichiro, the better it would be for him. When the time came for him to act, he would give a shock to everyone. It wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Feng Lin concealed the icy smile under his mask.
“How long have you been here?” The Japanese goddess suddenly asked.
“Three days.” Feng Lin honestly replied. It was hard to conceal the traces he left behind in the surroundings these few days. Anyway, there was no need to hide such insignificant things in case of more troubles arising. It might instead expose himself inadvertently.
“You came here so early. Have you seen the Yamata no Orochi?” the goddess asked.
Feng Lin nodded. “I’ve only seen it once. It’s extremely ferocious and I don’t dare to get near it!”
He trembled and had a scared appearance on his face.
This impression did match with the image of Yamamoto Ichiro in the hearts of these Japanese. They nodded and didn’t doubt anything.
After all, this place was a secret realm inside Japan’s territory. They had never thought that outsiders would have a chance to enter here.
Feng Lin mixed in lies to confuse the truth, successfully infiltrating into their camp.
“This place is indeed the nest of the Yamata no Orochi. Let’s make our preparations fast,” spoke the goddess in a low voice. After that, the Japanese hurriedly began their preparations, wanting to finish this mission as quickly as possible.
The goddess took out a grey-colored bag. She gave it a shake and turned it over, and at the next instant, eight large vats of wine actually fell out from it. Each vat was at the height of a human.
This grey bag was an extremely rare interspatial equipment.
These Japanese carefully moved the vats of wine to the deep waters. They took off the lids and instantly escaped, wanting to run as far as possible.
A moment later, an intense wine fragrance emitted from the vats, spreading very far away. With just a whiff of it, humans would be intoxicated. The alcohol content in the wine was extremely high, and there was no need to doubt what would happen if one drank it.
Upon seeing this, a smile with a deep layer of meaning could be seen on his face.
“So these Japanese actually have this idea!”