Either Up! Or Die!

Yang An didn't know what to say.

Asking him to kill a True Person in the Viscera Stone Realm was no different from throwing an egg against a rock; it was practically suicide.

If that was the case, he'd rather resist and die with dignity.

Seeing Mother Diviner True Person and Yang An's reactions, the crane head let out a mocking laugh.

Fortunately, Old Man Fate Crane spoke up to stop its mischief.

He looked at the terrified Mother Diviner True Person and said calmly:

"You're not needed. The children under your command will suffice."

Mother Diviner True Person immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior, I can summon as many children as you want. They're just my flesh slaves. Are ten enough?"

In her eyes, the Muckworm Children were just drained husks she no longer needed, so she naturally didn't care about them.

Ten?

Yang An's eyelids twitched.

Was he expected to kill ten Muckworm Children to be accepted as a disciple by Old Man Fate Crane?

What could he possibly use to kill them?

Just the Lighting Method?

Yang An had always believed that his ability to kill demons and the Filth Daoist Kong Shuai with the Lighting Method was pure luck.

If he were to confront them head-on, he definitely wouldn't achieve the same results.

Although he didn't know the strength of these Muckworm Children, facing ten of them at once would surely overwhelm him.

Yang An could only look pleadingly at Old Man Fate Crane, hoping he would show some leniency and make things easier.

But to his surprise, the old man said something even more astonishing.

"Ten? Not enough! I want fifty!"

Old Man Fate Crane then added nonchalantly.

"And at least in the False Eater Realm."

"..."

Yang An finally understood.

The two heads on Old Man Fate Crane's shoulders, despite the elder head's benevolent appearance, were both wicked.

One wanted him to kill Mother Diviner True Person.

The other wanted him to kill fifty Muckworm Children, at least in the False Eater Realm.

He felt like a plaything for Old Man Fate Crane, being manipulated at will.

Mother Diviner True Person, enjoying the show, couldn't help but let out a giggling laugh.

The crane head shot Old Man Fate Crane a disappointed glance, muttering, "Boring!"

Yang An gathered his courage and looked at Old Man Fate Crane.

He had to resist, or he'd already imagined his own gruesome death.

"Senior! Fifty is too many! I think..."

Before he could finish, the huge, ferocious crane head lunged at him in an instant, its pair of sinister eyes staring intently at him.

"Little one, you think this is a business deal, something you can bargain over?"

"Either do it, or die!"

Gulp!

Yang An swallowed, feeling a suffocating sense of impending death at that moment, unable to refute.

The crane head let out a cold chuckle and retracted. Old Man Fate Crane remained impassive.

Meanwhile, Mother Diviner True Person continued to watch as if it were a play, clapping her hands.

Clap! Clap!

In an instant, Yang An was once again enveloped in darkness, but soon dozens of Muckworm Children appeared around him.

These disgusting creatures stood blankly opposite Yang An, like puppets controlled at will, waiting for the command to charge at him.

Yang An felt immense pressure and could only grit his teeth.

He'd give it his all!

Before the Muckworm Children could make a move, he unleashed the Bone Relic Buddha Light from his body.

A circular halo appeared behind Yang An's head, emitting a strong white light, sacred and solemn.

At the same time, he pressed his left hand onto the wound on his right hand, which had just scabbed over, and pulled down fiercely. The wound tore open again, a sharp pain shooting up his hand as blood gushed out.

Vroom!

A fireball the size of a human head suddenly appeared from Yang An's right hand and grew wildly.

White light and red flames intertwined and overlapped, illuminating the area several meters around Yang An.

Whether it was the Bone Relic Buddha Light or the flames of the Lighting Method, both had a common effect: they could ward off demons, or at least prevent them from getting close.

The closer they got to him, the greater the damage they would sustain.

But Yang An didn't want to wait for death. He seized an opportunity, and as dozens of Muckworm Children began to move, he chose one as his target and charged forward.

In this battle, his own blood alone would not be nearly enough.

He had to rely on the blood of these monsters to perhaps create a sliver of a chance for survival.

And at this very moment, unseen by Yang An, three pairs of eyes were watching his every move from the darkness.

"Is this Buddha Light? How can a mortal like him condense Buddha Light? Could he be the reincarnation of some Buddhist cultivator?"

"There's a filthy aura within this Buddha Light, it's not pure. It must have been condensed with the help of external objects."

Crane Head looked at the halo behind Yang An's head, feeling a bit perplexed. He stretched his neck out, wanting to get a closer look.

Old Man Fate Crane, on the other hand, saw through it with just a glance.

Mother Diviner True Person waited by the side, seemingly having thought of something.

"I heard that the old monk at White Buddha Temple hundreds of miles away is trying to create a Holy Buddha. This might be related."

"White Buddha Temple? Never heard of it. Where did this wild temple pop up from?"

Crane Head said dismissively.

"Behind White Buddha Temple, there might be Great Virtue Temple!"

"Great Virtue Temple? Heh."

Upon hearing the name, Crane Head immediately let out a cold laugh.

And while the three were conversing, Yang An had successfully charged in front of a Muckworm Child. He took out the small knife from his waist with his left hand, and with a swift movement, the result was beyond his expectation.

The body composed of countless disgusting Muckworms, when cut by the small knife, did not bleed a single drop. Instead, more mucus seeped out from the surface of the Muckworms that were cut.

Yang An took the opportunity to press the flames on his right hand onto it, but found that he couldn't ignite it. Instead, the mucus clung to his hand, making a sizzling sound.

A burning sensation immediately spread from his hand, and he quickly retracted it. The mucus was instantly burned into a few wisps of white smoke by the high temperature.

Not blood, and unable to ignite!

Yang An's heart sank, and he cursed his misfortune. Immediately after, he rapidly retreated.

Many Muckworm Children around him were already attacking him. They were fast, accompanied by countless splatters of mucus in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached Yang An.

In comparison, Yang An's speed was not fast, and he was immediately tackled by a Muckworm Child.

The countless Muckworms, whose heads and tails were originally indistinguishable, suddenly revealed countless mouths, and began to madly gnaw at his flesh.

If he could ignite these Muckworm Children, Yang An could still fight for a chance to survive. But the result just now was like being doused with a bucket of cold water; these Muckworm Children could not be ignited by the Lighting Method at all.

The other Muckworm Children that followed also pounced, and in the blink of an eye, they had engulfed Yang An.

Yang An immediately felt the pain from all parts of his body, as if countless saws were frantically tearing at his flesh and blood.

In just an instant, he directly perceived the loss of life within his body. Countless bloody wounds had been torn open by the mouths, and warm, wet blood was gushing out.

If this continued, he would surely die within a few breaths!

"Go to hell!"

Yang An was instantly enraged. Gritting his teeth, he desperately struggled to free his right hand and then slammed it onto his chest.

Since he couldn't ignite these things, he would ignite himself. At worst, his blood would dry up, and they would perish together!

Buzz!

The next moment, a raging pillar of fire suddenly appeared in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.

The countless Muckworm Children that had swarmed and pressed together were instantly swallowed by this suddenly expanding flame. They didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly melted into ashes.

In the darkness, Old Man Fate Crane's aged face was illuminated by the firelight, but a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

"Good! That's how the Lighting Method should be used!"