Chaos Demon Child

"It seems outsiders really aren't welcome here..."

Watching Wei Lai's sudden disappearance, Mo Chuan let out a long sigh!

Pulling Wei Lai over was both a spur-of-the-moment decision and something he'd been planning for a long time.

The spur-of-the-moment part was to rescue Wei Lai.

The long-planned part was that he'd wanted to bring someone over to experiment on for a while, but hadn't found a suitable target until now.

He hadn't expected plans to be outpaced by changes.

He'd ended up pulling Wei Lai over through a series of mishaps.

Regardless, Wei Lai's appearance had, in a way, completed the experimental results he'd always wanted.

"Although currently Wei Lai is the only isolated case, combined with the Headless Ghost's appearance and subsequent drastic drop in cultivation, it's clear this world strongly rejects outsiders."

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

"When beings from other realms descend, if they are soul bodies, their cultivation is weakened; if they are in physical bodies, they are directly banished."

"But if that's the case, why can my physical body exist here long-term without being rejected?"

"Could it be because my soul is a native being, thus gaining the world's acceptance? Or perhaps the Sacrificial Dao Furnace concealed the heavenly secrets?"

"Currently, both possibilities seem plausible! In any case, I am currently an extremely special existence here, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I possess certain privileges, and this is a place worth exploiting!"

Mo Chuan secretly analyzed the world's characteristics, countless possibilities swirling in his mind.

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

"Judging by Wei Lai's words and actions, he's either treacherous but loyal, or genuinely kind-hearted."

"Whether it's the former or the latter, he probably won't spread this matter around, at most he'll inform his sect."

"However, even so, I still need to think of a reason in advance. If we happen to meet one day, I'll have something to say in response."

Mo Chuan pondered secretly, not too worried about the consequences this matter might bring.

His hometown was his greatest sanctuary.

He could retreat back at any time; what did it matter if Wei Lai noticed?

In fact, if this experience were utilized well, it might even be possible to befriend the Taiyi Dao and seek benefits!

Since that was the case, which explanation would be best?

The Underworld?

An immortal's grotto-heaven?

The Kunlun Immortal Realm?

Or... a world within a pot?

Countless thoughts flashed through Mo Chuan's mind, his thoughts drifting as he vaguely formed some ideas. The specific details would depend on the other party's reaction and require improvisation.

After all, human thoughts are unpredictable and changeable.

They are often more inclined to believe their own feelings and perceptions.

Therefore, if they don't believe, even with irrefutable evidence, they'll still resort to conspiracy theories and quibble;

If they believe, even if it's absurd, they'll accept it wholeheartedly.

Mo Chuan had seen this kind of thing online many times and understood it deeply.

"But speaking of which, where exactly is this world?"

Mo Chuan picked up a Daoist scripture from the ground and flipped through it casually, his eyes showing increasing confusion.

These scriptures were all purchased along with the materials for drawing talismans he'd bought online.

Most of them were Daoist theories, which he read with a sense of understanding yet not understanding, as if there were a Great Dao hidden within, yet also seeming like utter nonsense, making him scratch his head.

There were not a few cultivation methods among them, but he didn't dare to try them easily.

Having witnessed the lectures at the Fu Luan Temple and Yunji Temple, he knew very well that Daoist magic could not be cultivated carelessly!

Many crucial inheritances of Daoist traditions were passed down from master to disciple, taught mouth-to-mouth, and were never recorded in scriptures that could easily be stolen.

If one cultivated according to the book without proper guidance, they wouldn't even know how they died.

So, to be safe, it was best not to try them lightly.

Moreover, he didn't lack cultivation methods for the time being.

The most important thing was that he didn't know if there were any cultivators in this world at all.

If there were, where were they? Why would they allow these texts to be so widely available?

Lost in thought, Mo Chuan casually tossed the scripture aside and his gaze fell upon the Sacrificial Dao Furnace.

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

The Lampwick Monk was also utterly bewildered.

Half a day ago, he was cultivating by absorbing incense offerings when, unexpectedly, a Jiazi great demon in the form of a child suddenly descended from the sky, opening its mouth and asking to play a game.

How could he dare to refuse?

With a pained expression, he played along until now.

It was endless.

Seeing the scene within the furnace, Mo Chuan chuckled and waved his hand. The Sacrificial Dao Furnace materialized and spat out the Qian family child.

"Ouch! My butt!"

Caught off guard, the Qian family child landed on the ground with a plop, clutching his backside and grimacing in pain.

Mo Chuan found this strange.

This child was a ghost body. Although he had solidified into a physical form with Jiazi cultivation, it wasn't a true body. Why would he feel pain?

Recalling his own sensory experiences as a Xian Body, a flicker of understanding dawned on him.

"It's you? You big liar! You said we'd see who was faster, but then you vanished!"

The Qian family child, still crying out from the pain in his rear, suddenly saw Mo Chuan standing beside him. His face changed instantly, and he lunged forward, baring his teeth and flailing his arms!

However, in the next second, his expression shifted dramatically.

"My body..."

He cried out in shock. Though he appeared completely unharmed, his cultivation was plummeting at an alarming rate.

He was about to fall out of the Jiazi cultivation realm!

Confused and having transformed into a fierce ghost, he had no idea what was happening.

But instinct told him that this must be the work of the Daoist priest before him.

He instinctively threw himself against the floor, intending to dissipate into energy and escape.

"Thud—"

Instead of escaping, his attempt to smash his head against the ground resulted in a solid collision, causing him to yelp in pain.

He frantically rubbed his head with both hands, as if trying to rub away the pain.

"Do you know your mistake?"

Mo Chuan asked sternly.

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

Memories buried deep within his soul awakened. In a daze, the child felt as if he had returned to his days in private school, making a mistake and being disciplined by his teacher with a ruler.

"What was your mistake?"

"I... I don't know! Sir, I truly know I was wrong!"

The child confessed in panic. Just then, a profound and mysterious voice echoed from within him.

—The Jiazi realm had quietly shattered.

"Waaah—"

The child could no longer hold back his tears and burst into loud sobs.

Though he had lived for sixteen years, those eleven years of Yin lifespan were spent confined in the deep mountains, devoid of human contact. How could his mind have matured?

In the end, he was merely a child influenced by a malevolent geomantic location!

"Silence!"

A sharp reprimand made the child instinctively shut his mouth, looking at Mo Chuan with tear-streaked eyes.

"Considering you haven't taken any lives, I'll spare you for now. Go inside!"

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

The child knew its vastness and quickly jumped inside. His rapidly declining cultivation finally stabilized at fifty-three years.

Inside the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, the Lampwick Monk was relieved that the Chaos Demon Child had left.

However, in the blink of an eye, the Chaos Demon Child had returned.

This sight sent a tremor through him, and his mouth turned bitter.

To his surprise, after the Chaos Demon Child entered, he curled up in the void like a frightened quail, trembling uncontrollably.

He had lost all his previous arrogance!

Not to mention forcing him to play games.

Upon closer inspection, his terrifying Jiazi cultivation had vanished like smoke during his brief departure and return.

"This..."

The Lampwick Monk was greatly alarmed, unsure of what had happened.

The next moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the furnace. His heart jolted, and he quickly hid in the teapot, fearing being seen.

He resembled a guilty student burying their head like an ostrich when their teacher calls their name.

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