Now He Really Was "Tang Monk's Flesh"

As evening fell, Lin Shunan hurriedly returned to Yingbin Mansion under the blood-red setting sun.

The mansion lobby was unexpectedly lively at this moment, with people passing through every now and then to return to their rooms.

The delegation wasn't large, but because things had become increasingly chaotic in Qiongfang City recently, the tour leader required everyone to be back at the mansion before nightfall, so the lobby was a bit busier in the evening.

"Old Lin! Why are you walking so fast?"

Lin Shunan's shoulder was put on someone's arm. He turned his head and saw Lan Xundong's face, which still held a hint of a smile.

"What's wrong? Did you encounter a ghost while you were out? You seem so distracted."

"It's nothing, I just saw the explosion site today and it scared me a bit. I'm going back to my room now, we'll talk next time."

"Hey... hey, watch where you're going! Let's talk next time!"

Seeing the other person's anxious look, Lan Xundong was a little confused.

"Never mind, let's go see what we're having for dinner tonight."

"Bang!"

Lin Shunan closed the door and then quickly took out the cup from his pocket.

Even though some time has passed, the deep red color at the bottom of the glass is still extremely fluid.

He stared at the red liquid for a moment, knowing that once he drank it, there would be no turning back.

Just as the information he provided was only fragmentary, his promise to go through fire and water was also ambiguous.

The Eight-Tailed Owl wasn't exactly a philanthropist; he was certain the contents of the cup had been tampered with.

However, with a shortcut to exploring and developing his talents right in front of him, he couldn't convince himself to give up the opportunity to become stronger.

He was a member of the next generation, raised amidst a group of old scholars and research fanatics, and was one of the most radical practitioners among the new generation of students in the academy.

Rather than being timid and hesitant, he excels at direct practice.

Today, people from other factions would never risk their lives.

But Lin Shunan drank the red liquid in his glass without hesitation.

The next moment, he felt his whole body stiffen and tremble as if he had been electrocuted, and then he collapsed directly between the sofa and the floor.

Immediately afterwards, illusory ropes surged from his body, and Crimson Chain threads gradually wrapped around him, like a spider spinning a cocoon.

He was a native of the Ruolan Star, and he had never had Rc Cells in his body, which are common in humans and Ghouls in the Ghoul world.

The reason why Rc Cells can survive so widely in one world is that they are not inherently docile.

The sparse Rc Cells were like the most ferocious invasive species, constantly devouring the original cells in Lin Shunan's body and then proliferating.

His body instinctively went into a state of self-protection and fainting.

Otherwise, Lin Shunan would probably be dying from the pain right now.

The blood cocoon didn't last long; it soon began to disintegrate and dissipate.

After all, it was only three or four drops of blood separated from the body, which was naturally insufficient to completely transform an intelligent life form into a Ghoul- like creature.

Moreover, Shisui would not allow a second Ghoul to appear in this world; he had no interest in causing trouble for himself.

Shisui monitored Lin Shunan's physical condition through the Radiant Feathers inside Lin Shunan's body.

As the Rc Cells continued their advance, he began to smell the rich and mellow aroma of tea.

Its rich aroma and lingering aftertaste make it like the finest ripe tea from an old tree, tempting one to savor it slowly.

He remotely sensed the Rc Cells in Lin Shunan's body to confirm that the other party was under his control.

According to his assessment, Lin Shunan's current Rc Cells count is indeed very low.

According to the classification of the Ghoul world, he is still considered human, even a human with a very low content of Rc Cells in his body.

However, the most difficult thing in this world is to create something from nothing.

The fact that Lin Shunan could be assimilated demonstrates the overwhelming dominance of Rc Cells at the life level in Shisui's body.

This also means that Shisui flesh and blood will become the best nourishment for the advancement of lower life forms.

In other words, he became "Tang Monk's flesh" (a metaphor for something highly desirable but ultimately unattainable).

His Shisui Kakugan narrowed slightly; Lin Shunan could not linger any longer.

The conference has ended, and he must be dealt with before he returns to the Human Race.

Lin Shunan, who had just woken up, was unaware that his fate had already been sealed.

He was pleasantly surprised to sense that the blood within his body had become more aggressive, and its proliferation rate had also increased significantly.

He clearly hasn't reached the Transcendent yet, but the intensity of his talent has doubled.

Indeed, his improvement was so significant, partly because his [Crimson Chain] talent was related to blood.

Based on the strength of the connective tissue, the Scarlet Rope, with the support of a small number of Rc Cells, possesses a ferocity that Human Race cells lack.

With a thought, Lin Shunan summoned a long whip made of blood, and then suddenly swung it down.

"Tsk."

The chair in front of him was split in two like butter cut by a hot knife, a testament to the sharpness of the whip.

Shisui watched Lin Shunan excitedly fiddling with his talent in the room, a mocking smile spreading across his eyes.

Surely no one truly believes that if their body's cells were replaced with someone else's, they would still have complete control over their body?

Having finished observing Lin Shunan, Shisui brought his thoughts back to the important matter at hand.

He picked up the evening paper he had casually picked up that day, as well as the intelligence data compiled by the minor nobles he controlled.

According to the latest announcement from the Demon Race's high-ranking officials, they will be deploying troops to Qiongfang City in the coming days to ensure the smooth convening of the conference.

The troops that were transferred were not the city's garrison troops, which were mostly of dubious quality, but rather the regular army of the Demon Race.

He speculated that the unrest in Qiongfang City was allowed to continue in this way, one of the purposes being to give the Demon Race's high command an excuse to mobilize a large army.

Shisui opened the book provided by the Lou Family, specifically the section about the history of Ruolan Star.

The reason why deploying one's own army is so troublesome stems from the numerous peace agreements signed by various races on Ruolan Star, some of which contain provisions regarding the garrisoning of troops in cities.

To prevent any race's city from becoming too powerful and establishing its own kingdom, all races generally assume that the city's leadership will not be of a high level.

Shisui recalled the trouble he had caused in Yin City before.

Taking Yin City as an example, their mayor is only at the Sixth Realm of the Yellow Realm, which is only enough to keep him from losing face among ordinary people.

Furthermore, the overall strength of the city's defense forces in Yin City is not high.

The truly powerful regular armies, on the other hand, are stationed in places a little further away from cities.

After the various ethnic groups decided to cease hostilities, this tacit rule was formally established in writing.

After all, no one wants to shatter the fragile peace that is barely maintained because of internal strife within a certain tribe.

So much so that now, if the Demon Race's high command wants to mobilize their own army, they have to establish a pretext of "suppressing internal strife."

Shisui put down the intelligence report he had just finished reading, nestled in the large chair wrapped in soft cushions, and began to close his eyes and ponder.

The Demon Race army closest to Qiongfang City is located on the Ten-Thousand-Fathom Plains, and it is estimated that they will arrive in the next few days.

Shisui recalled the smoke-filled downtown area, the elegant teahouse, and the still peaceful aristocratic residential area.

It seems necessary to take some drastic measures before the main force arrives.