Chaos Demon Child

"Sure enough, outsiders aren't welcome here..."

Watching Wei Lai's figure vanish abruptly, Mo Chuan let out a long sigh.

Pulling Wei Lai over had been both a spur-of-the-moment decision and something he had plotted for a long time.

The spur-of-the-moment part was rescuing Wei Lai;

The long-plotted part was that he had long wanted to pull someone over for an experiment, only he had yet to find a suitable target.

Who could have expected that plans would fail to keep pace with change?

By a twist of fate, he had actually pulled Wei Lai over.

No matter what, Wei Lai's appearance had filled in the experimental results Mo Chuan had always wanted.

"Although Wei Lai is currently the only case, judging by how the Headless Ghost's cultivation plummeted the moment it appeared, this world clearly rejects outsiders."

"If the theory of hell is true, perhaps only Xian Bodies can survive here!"

"If creatures from other worlds descend here, soul bodies lose cultivation, while physical bodies are directly banished."

"But if that's the case, why can this physical body of mine remain for so long without being rejected?"

"Could it be because my divine soul belongs to a native creature, and thus this world accepts me? Or does the Sacrificial Dao Furnace conceal the secrets of heaven?"

"At present, both possibilities seem plausible! In any case, I am now an exceedingly special existence here. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I possess a certain degree of privilege. That is something worth making use of!"

Mo Chuan silently analyzed the world's traits as countless possibilities churned through his mind.

As his thoughts wandered, his attention returned to Wei Lai.

"Judging from Wei Lai's words and actions, either he is a great villain pretending to be loyal, or he is genuinely pure-hearted."

"Whether it is the former or the latter, he probably will not spread this matter everywhere. At most, he will report it to his sect."

"Even so, I should prepare an explanation beforehand. If we happen to run into each other someday, I'll have something to say in response."

Mo Chuan pondered in silence. He was not overly worried about the consequences this would bring.

His hometown was his greatest refuge.

He could flee back at any time. Even if Wei Lai noticed something, so what?

In fact, if he made good use of this experience, he might even be able to befriend the Taiyi Dao and seek some benefits!

Since that was the case, which story should he use?

The underworld?

An immortal's grotto-heaven?

The Kunlun Immortal Realm?

Or... a world within a gourd?

Countless thoughts flashed through Mo Chuan's mind. As his thoughts drifted, a rough idea gradually took shape. The details would have to depend on the other party's reaction, and he would adapt to circumstances as they arose.

After all, human thoughts were treacherous and ever-changing.

People often found it easier to believe what they themselves sensed and thought.

Thus, if they did not believe, even evidence as solid as a mountain would only breed conspiracy theories and stubborn, unreasonable arguments;

But if they believed, no matter how absurd it was, they would believe it without a doubt.

Mo Chuan had seen plenty of such things online, so he understood this deeply.

"But then again, where exactly is this world?"

Mo Chuan picked up a volume of Daoist scripture from the ground and flipped through it casually, the confusion in his eyes deepening.

He had bought these Daoist scriptures along with the talisman-drawing materials he ordered online.

Most concerned Daoist theories. When he read them, they seemed understandable yet not understandable; they appeared to conceal a great Dao, yet also seemed like utter nonsense, enough to make one scratch one's head.

There were quite a few cultivation methods among them, but he did not dare try them lightly.

Having witnessed Fu Luan Temple and Yunji Temple expounding scriptures and imparting the Dao, he knew well that Daoist arts could not be cultivated recklessly!

The crucial inheritances of many Dao lineages were passed from master to disciple, taught orally from mouth to ear. They would never be recorded in scriptures that could easily be stolen.

If one cultivated blindly according to a book, one would not even know how one died.

So, to be safe, it was better not to try lightly.

Besides, he did not lack cultivation methods for the time being.

Most importantly, he did not know whether this world even had cultivators.

If it did, where were they? Why did they allow these texts to spread unchecked?

Amid his wild thoughts, Mo Chuan casually tossed aside the Daoist scripture in his hand and turned his gaze toward the Sacrificial Dao Furnace.

At this moment, the Qian family child, who possessed at least Jiazi cultivation, was darting around inside the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, chasing Lampwick Monk.

Lampwick Monk wore an utterly bewildered expression as well.

Half a day earlier, he had been absorbing incense offerings to cultivate when a Jiazi great demon in the form of a child suddenly fell from the sky and opened its mouth by demanding to play games.

How could he dare refuse?

With a bitter face, he had kept the child company until now.

It simply never ended.

Seeing the scene within the furnace, Mo Chuan smiled faintly. With a wave of his hand, the Sacrificial Dao Furnace materialized and spat out the Qian family child.

"Ow! My butt!"

Caught off guard, the Qian family child landed squarely on his backside. Clutching his butt, he bared his teeth in pain.

The sight struck Mo Chuan as strange.

The child had a Ghost Body. Though his Jiazi cultivation had condensed it into a tangible form, it was not a physical body in the end. How could he feel pain?

Thinking of the sensations he had experienced as a Xian Body, Mo Chuan suddenly gained a trace of understanding.

"You? You big liar! We agreed to see who was faster, but you ran off and disappeared!"

Still clutching his aching backside, the Qian family child suddenly spotted Mo Chuan standing nearby. His expression immediately changed, and he bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he charged forward!

Yet in the next second, his face changed drastically.

"My body..."

He cried out in alarm. Though he appeared completely unharmed, his cultivation was dropping madly.

It was about to fall out of the Jiazi Realm!

Having turned into a vicious ghost in ignorance, he had no idea what was happening.

Yet instinct told him that the Daoist before him must be behind all this.

He instinctively slammed toward the floor, intending to disperse into vapor and flee.

Bang—

Yet instead of escaping, his head struck the ground with a solid thud, leaving him howling in pain.

He desperately rubbed his head with both hands, as though he could rub the pain away.

"Do you know your mistake?"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan demanded sternly.

"I-I know I was wrong, sir!"

A memory buried deep in his soul awakened at that instant. In a daze, the child felt as though he had returned to his private school days, having made a mistake and suffered his teacher's ruler.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I-I don't know! Sir, I really was wrong!"

The child frantically admitted fault. Just then, a profound and mysterious sound suddenly arose from within his body.

—The Jiazi Realm had quietly shattered.

"Waaah—"

The child could no longer hold it in. Throwing back his head, he burst into loud sobs.

Though he had lived sixteen years, those eleven years of ghostly lifespan had been spent trapped in those deep mountains and old forests, without a soul in sight all year round. How could his mind have matured?

At the end of the day, he was merely a child influenced by a den of great calamity!

"Shut up!"

The furious rebuke made the child clamp his mouth shut reflexively. With tears all over his face, he looked at Mo Chuan.

"Since you have not harmed any lives, I shall spare you for now. Get inside!"

Mo Chuan's thoughts stirred, and with a wave of his hand, the Sacrificial Dao Furnace emerged.

Knowing how vast it was inside, the child hurriedly jumped in. His crazily plummeting cultivation finally stopped and stabilized at fifty-three years.

Inside the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, Lampwick Monk had been celebrating the Chaos Demon Child's departure.

Who would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, the Chaos Demon Child would return after leaving?

The sight made his entire body shudder, and bitterness filled his mouth.

Yet after the Chaos Demon Child came in, he actually curled up in the void like a terrified quail, trembling all over.

Not a trace of his former arrogance remained!

Much less any thought of forcing Lampwick Monk to play games.

Looking closely, the child's Jiazi cultivation, once so imposing and terrifying, had vanished into thin air during that trip out and back.

"This..."

Lampwick Monk was greatly alarmed, unable to fathom what had happened.

The next second, a familiar figure suddenly appeared inside the furnace, jolting his heart. He hurriedly hid inside the teapot, terrified of being seen.

He looked exactly like a guilty student burying his head like an ostrich when the teacher called on him.

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