Waking Up in the Spring Breeze Tower

The Great Zhou Dynasty.

Wanbao County.

Spring Breeze Pavilion.

[Flesh and blood's yang energy has been drained, crisis of death.]

[Consumed 34 Merit points to repair flesh and blood, replenish yang energy.]

[Remaining Merit points: 0.]

[Flesh and blood reconstruction successful, current realm: Body Tempering Realm (Blood Changing Stage)]

Chen Bin shivered violently, as if waking from an ice cellar, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He gasped for air, each breath seeming to fill his lungs, yet he still felt an abnormal tightness in his chest.

In just this short moment, countless pieces of information surged into his mind like a tidal wave, causing his head to throb with pain.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, having weathered a thousand years of storms, its past glory now like a candle in the wind, precarious and on the verge of collapse.

Demonic Creatures ravaged the land, darkness spreading like thick ink, devouring every corner.

Within the imperial court, powerful officials schemed against each other; in the martial world, sects engaged in constant conflict.

The entire realm was fractured and chaotic.

Chen Bin's brow furrowed, his hands pressing hard against his head as if to forcibly rip out the surging information.

He struggled to roll out of bed, his eyes somewhat dazed, slowly taking in his surroundings.

He saw pink curtains, but the scent of rouge was so pungent it made him want to vomit.

The candlelight in the room flickered, shadows dancing.

This environment... it felt familiar.

Chen Bin's gaze gradually focused, his mind racing, and he instantly realized where he was!

That's right, this was the Spring Breeze Pavilion in Wanbao County.

As for how he got here...

Nowadays, those Demonic Creatures were becoming increasingly rampant, gradually engulfing the entire dynasty.

The Demon Suppression Division, which once suppressed the Demonic Creatures of the entire dynasty, was gradually becoming overwhelmed. All signs indicated that they could no longer contain the darkness beneath the dynasty.

Last month, the Demon Suppression Division in Wanbao County, due to insufficient manpower, reluctantly expanded its recruitment.

His former self, a common laborer, spent a hundred taels of silver to buy a "regular officer" position from the Demon Suppression Division Captain, Tian Jie.

A regular officer was a formal subordinate of the Demon Suppression Division.

In the words of his previous life, this was considered joining the system, and the future seemed bright.

As soon as the Demon Suppression Division issued the announcement, his former self immediately gathered his former colleagues and excitedly came to the Spring Breeze Pavilion, this "seafood market," ready to celebrate properly.

It's just...

Why did he die?

No, no!

Chen Bin shook his head violently, his eyes revealing terror.

In this Great Zhou Dynasty, with Demonic Creatures rampant, there was no sense of security at all!

Speaking of security, Chen Bin subconsciously puffed out his chest and reached down, fumbling around in a panic. He felt that everything that should be there was still there.

His taut nerves relaxed slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

However, his brow soon furrowed again, feeling that something was not quite right.

Upon closer inspection, it was too clean.

He brought his hand closer; there was no strange odor, only the smell of alcohol and sweat in the air.

As everyone knows, after drinking, the body is clean.

That means he didn't... tonight.

Chen Bin froze, a chill shooting up his spine from the soles of his feet.

Chen Bin jolted awake. He quickly looked at the saber on the nearby table, his body instinctively wanting to get out of bed to grab the weapon for self-defense.

However, as his gaze fell upon the saber, a piece of information suddenly appeared before him.

[Weapon]: Demon Suppression Blade (Common)

The appearance of this information startled him, his heart clenching.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the line of text, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

This information... could it be a golden finger?

He had no time to think further, urgently got up, rushed over in a few steps, and grabbed his saber.

The long saber was drawn from its scabbard. Its surface, as black as ink, was covered in blade patterns like cracks.

He remembered that this was the Demon Suppression Blade issued by the Demon Suppression Division, a standard saber style.

He had just officially joined today and had only just received it.

This blade, because it was specially made by the Demon Suppression Division and had a special effect on Demonic Creatures, was thus named the Demon Suppression Blade.

The moment the Demon Suppression Blade entered his hand, the system notification disappeared like a phantom, its information naturally entering his mind.

Chen Bin felt a surge of excitement in his heart. It really was a cheat!

He was overjoyed and about to check his status panel.

Suddenly, faint footsteps and voices drifted in from outside, like ghostly whispers, quickly approaching the door.

Chen Bin's vision blurred, and a 3D map unfolded, displaying three red dots.

Chen Bin's expression changed. Without time to think, he quickly closed the blade, flipped over, and lay down, pretending to be asleep.

"Chen Bin's Yang Energy has already been completely absorbed by me. His body still has a breath left to trap his soul; the physical body is yours now."

A voice came from outside the door, with a hint of seductiveness, "Don't die here, it's bad luck!"

"Don't worry, Red-Clad Woman. Lord Mountain Lord wants me to bring him back quickly," another voice followed, hoarse as if gnawing on wood chips.

"Bao Hong, your master runs a good business," the Red-Clad Woman's voice held a trace of mockery. "You bring colleagues to drink, sell me the Yang Energy, and sell the soul to Lord Mountain Lord."

"The Red-Clad Woman likes to Absorb Yang Energy, and Lord Mountain Lord likes souls!" Bao Hong chuckled, without a hint of guilt in his laughter. "Aren't there only a few non-combat death quotas each month for the Demon Suppression Division?

We can only sell them separately."

As they spoke, three figures pushed the door open and entered.

Chen Bin kept his eyes tightly shut, but he could feel their gazes fall upon him like sharp blades.

The Red-Clad Woman extended a finger and pointed lightly, "He's right there."

The hoarse-voiced old man slowly walked over and glanced, then looked at the bailiff in the white servant uniform of the Demon Suppression Division beside him, his eyes full of disdain. "Just a Martial Artist in the Body Tempering and Bone Forging stage.

Bao Hong, your Demon Suppression Division is getting worse and worse."

Bao Hong's lips curved slightly, and he let out a scoff, a flicker of mockery in his eyes. "The Demon Suppression Division isn't getting worse; how else would you get to eat such blood food?"

The Red-Clad Woman and the Old Ghoul turned their heads simultaneously, glancing at Bao Hong.

Especially the Red-Clad Woman, her glare at him was like a cold, sharp gleam, sending a chill down Bao Hong's spine.

He felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, instantly bringing him back to his senses, a look of panic appearing on his face.

The Old Ghoul cackled, his laughter like a door hinge that hadn't been oiled in a hundred years, grating and unpleasant. "Bao Hong, you're just a dog under Tian Jie. Tian Jie is polite to us, yet you, a dog, what do you think you are?"

Bao Hong's face changed dramatically. He quickly bowed and apologized, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying.

He knew clearly that if he truly angered them, Tian Jie might just hand him over to them!

"Please, spare me. Next time, I'll bring two more white servants out of the city for you to eat."

The Red-Clad Woman grinned, her mouth almost reaching her ears, revealing a row of sharp, small teeth that made one's hair stand on end. "I have no objections!"

"Let's begin; my Lord Mountain Lord can't wait any longer!" The Old Ghoul's eyes greedily fixed on Chen Bin on the bed.

He also wanted a bite, but this was not something he could lick.

The Red-Clad Woman stood aside nonchalantly; she was done anyway.

Bao Hong stared at Chen Bin, a trace of resentment rising in his heart:

Chen Bin, oh Chen Bin, you can't blame me.

You can only blame yourself.

I finally saved enough silver, why did you have to fork out an extra twenty taels of silver and snatch my official promotion spot!

Thinking of this, when he looked at Chen Bin again, seeing his tragic fate, a sense of pleasure surged within him.

The Old Ghoul rubbed his hands together. His hands were as dry as firewood, like claws from hell.

He extended his claw and slowly reached towards Chen Bin.

As soon as he got close, he saw the person on the bed move.

Not just him; the other two also saw it.

The dead man actually moved.