Qinghe Town: Demon Subjugation Chapter

A wisp of green smoke rose and dissipated into the dark, silent hallway.

He Zhao, holding a sword in one hand, looked rather grim. He could not understand why the other party had come looking for him.

"Do I look that easy to bully?"

As for the appearance of the Melon Skin Hat, he did not find it too hard to accept. After all, the Past Life Simulator had already been enough to shatter humanity's worldview.

A ghost suddenly showing up at his door was not that big a deal.

He turned and entered the room, carefully shut the anti-theft door, and headed straight for the battle-damaged Ruishi Armor.

Once He Zhao was fully equipped, he slung the Blazing Bow across his back, hung a quiver at his waist, and carried the Ancient Sword in one hand as he returned to the bedroom.

He figured that since the longsword could harm ghosts, the armor should be able to block one or two of their attacks, right?

"Simulator, enter [Qinghe Town: Demon Subjugation Chapter]!"

He had originally planned to rest for a few days, but now it seemed time waited for no one.

There was no need to think too much about [Campaigning] for the time being. He had died countless times and only ever encountered something like the Spider Silk Net. It was obvious that he would not find a way to deal with ghosts anytime soon.

For now, [Qinghe Town: Demon Subjugation Chapter] seemed to be the key to breaking the deadlock.

So, he would gamble on it!

If it really did not work, he could only unleash his ultimate move: call the police!!

[Life After Life, Endless Joy!]

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"Zhao'er, wake up."

He Zhao woke from darkness. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a kind-faced old man staring at him with an anxious expression.

"Master?"

Memories surged through his mind, and the word "Master" slipped from his mouth.

"Alas!"

The old man sighed, then instructed the other two people in the room.

"Have one of you go boil the medicine."

"Yes!"

One of the burly men answered respectfully, then turned and left. The other remained behind, continuing to serve as background decoration.

Lying on the bed, He Zhao felt the weakness in his body—chills, headache, aching limbs. Every symptom pointed to a cold.

Good grief, why was each of my past lives worse than the last?

Either a starving refugee or a patient with a cold.

A surge of heat abruptly appeared, flowing from his Dantian through his limbs and bones. His body gradually grew hot, and sweat poured from him.

"Zhao'er?"

The old man was startled at the sight. Could the cold have worsened?

He immediately stepped forward to take his pulse. What left him dumbfounded was that He Zhao's cold had not worsened at all. Instead, his pulse was steadily becoming more stable.

Before long, Ruthless He Zhao felt his body fill with strength. He was no longer as frail as the wind could knock him over.

"He healed on his own?"

"How strange! How bizarre!"

The old man paced back and forth inside the room. Even if he cracked his head open, he could not figure out why his disciple had recovered without medicine.

He Zhao did not understand it either. How had he suddenly gotten better?

This constant feeling of replenishment was much like when Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths activated. Wait!

There was no mistake—it was definitely the talent's effect.

He had underestimated [Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths]. It resisted death and kept death at bay. Disease could sometimes take a person's life too.

He Zhao suddenly recalled that when he had been in the Elite Camp, crazily "sparring" with others to harvest proficiency, it was not as though he had never been injured.

The lighter injuries would recover completely in moments. The more serious ones only required a night's sleep; when he woke the next morning, he would be perfectly unharmed.

Back then, he had assumed it was because he was young and strong, with good recovery. Now it seemed otherwise. [Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths] had been at work all along.

"Since you have recovered, do not slack off. Remember, morning, noon, and evening—do not miss a single lesson."

The old man's three lessons referred to cultivation in his memories.

He Zhao's eyes lit up. The thing he had been yearning for had actually fallen into his hands at this very moment.

"I understand, Master."

"Good, good, good. Is there anything you do not understand about the Burning Rage Method?"

The Burning Rage Method used Void Fire to burn one's own anger. Once it burned away completely, the remaining ashes became cultivation, Dao attainment, Spirit Power—different names, but the same purpose.

"Reporting to Master, I have no doubts for the moment."

"Since that is so, cultivate in peace. There are many matters waiting for us to handle tomorrow." With that, the old man led the burly man out of the room.

Watching his dragon stride and tiger gait, He Zhao reckoned there was a high chance the old man was stronger than Instructor Wu from the Elite Camp in [Campaigning].

"The Burning Rage Method, a technique passed down by Hetu Dao."

Back then, he had desperately wanted to enter the Bureau of Peculiar Individuals, which wielded considerable influence in Great Xuan. Unfortunately, his first identity had been that of a vagrant. Even if he dreamed himself blind, it would have been impossible.

His second identity had been decent—a Profound Armor Elite from the Elite Camp. Yet the Bureau of Peculiar Individuals had not even been established at the time. Besides, even if it had been established, what the hell would it have to do with an ordinary soldier like him?

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that in the second Simulation Scenario, he would belong to a small local faction and obtain the cultivation method he had dreamed of.

Life truly was wondrous.

"In my memories, the Void Fire was a spark personally imparted by the Dao Master."

He sat cross-legged, his whole being entering an ethereal state as all his focus gathered between his brows.

A flicker of Gray Flame lit up, appearing within He Zhao's "vision."

"So this was the fire spark?"

"Burning anger? I have plenty to say about that."

Just thinking about the first time he entered a Simulation Scenario—having his head cut off in less than thirty seconds—made the resentment in his chest shoot up with a whoosh.

"Boom—"

The fire spark between his brows seemed to have had oil poured over it and began burning fiercely.

Seeing this, He Zhao silently rejoiced. This could work.

The second time, an arrow had pierced his chest.

"Boom!!"

The flames burned even more spectacularly, rivaling the scene when the Cavalry Captain had used blazing oil to burn his comrades.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time—the scenes of his repeated miserable deaths surfaced one by one in He Zhao's mind. How could his rage possibly be described with merely the word "astonishing"?

Fortunately, it was Void Fire within his spiritual world. Otherwise, the Inn where he was temporarily staying would likely have been burned clean by Someone surnamed He.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

He vividly recalled several dozen of his deaths. Although the Burning Rage Method had progressed gratifyingly, every recollection was crystal clear to He Zhao, as if he had suffered those miserable deaths all over again.

You call this the Burning Rage Method?

Are you sure it is not the Torture Method!

"Hiss—"

The flames went out. The ashes left behind transformed into a familiar yet unfamiliar power and flowed into his body.

"According to my memories, the Spirit Power cultivated through the Burning Rage Method can be infused into weapons, fists, and feet to resist and harm Ghosts." He Zhao subconsciously followed the method and mobilized the gains from this cultivation session.

A surge of Spirit Power ten times greater than what his body originally possessed emerged. Then, under his control, it covered both fists, where a layer of pale blue spiritual light gleamed brilliantly.

"My physical body has not improved noticeably, so this thing can only resist the harm caused by Ghosts and injure supernatural entities? Still, this time should be secure.

"A Master from a local faction, two burly men with a more ferocious aura than Instructor Wu, Spirit Power ten times stronger than before—who else is there?"

The only regrettable thing was that he had not purchased Diligence Compensates for Lack of Talent.

Otherwise, he could have seen the progress of his Burning Rage Method.

"Wait, it seems I also have the talent Spiritual Vision?"

What changes would occur if he concentrated Spirit Power into his eyes?

If this had been transmigration and rebirth, He Zhao would never have dared to court death like this.

But this was a Simulation Scenario. At worst, he could spend 11 Simulation Coins to enter again!

Massive amounts of Spirit Power rapidly surged into his eyes, and a blue halo immediately spread through his pitch-black pupils.

The world changed!

All color faded from his surroundings. Even black and white were erased, leaving behind only an exquisite gray.

The room's decorations and furniture became utterly dilapidated, as though they had endured countless years of reincarnation.

When He Zhao turned and looked out the window, his entire body abruptly froze in place. Only after a long while did he recover, raising his right hand and extending his middle finger.

This was his final stubborn defiance!!