Demonification

After Luo Yi and the others left Dongsheng Town, they worried Mister Li would send people after them. They didn't stop once along the way, heading straight for the county seat.

After walking for about half an hour, the outline of Yunlu County came into view.

Seeing that the county seat wasn't far away, the group steeled themselves and prepared to rest once they got inside.

Just then, the sound of "clip-clop," "clip-clop," "clip-clop" came from behind them.

A powerful sense of danger stirred within them. Wang Meng and Luo Yi exchanged a glance, then hurriedly pulled the other three into the woods beside the Official Road.

Just as they hid in the woods, three fast horses galloped up the Official Road behind them and stopped where Luo Yi and the others had been standing.

Seeing the clothes worn by the three riders,

Wang Meng went over to Luo Yi.

"Xiao Yi, these three are the chief guards from Mister Li's estate."

"The two at the front are Zhang Xu and Niu Jun. Both are martial artists at Minor Accomplishment in Skin Tempering."

"The one at the back is Yang Jie. He only entered the Skin Tempering realm recently."

"What's strange is, I've fought these three a few times. With their strength, they'd have trouble taking me down, let alone the two of us together."

After hearing Wang Meng describe their strength, Luo Yi was just as puzzled.

But since they dared to come after him, they'd better be ready to get killed themselves. He told the others to hide deeper in the Mountain woods.

He took the Three-Stone Hunting Bow off his back, drew the bowstring taut, and aimed at Yang Jie, who was riding at the rear.

Whoosh! The arrow tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

Yang Jie's neck hairs shot upright. He had just started to duck when the arrow punched through his chest, knocking him off his horse.

Seeing their companion shot down, the two remaining chief guards didn't rush to help him. They looked toward the direction the arrow had come from and saw that their targets from earlier that day—Wang Meng and another young man—were there.

The two of them couldn't even handle Wang Meng, let alone another young man.

They pulled the Alchemy pills bestowed by Lady from their robes and swallowed them whole.

“Demonification Alchemy.” The apothecary's shopkeeper's subordinate watched as they took the pills.

These people were actually in league with demons. He had to report this to his superior.

With a few quick steps, he vanished into the Mountain woods.

After taking the Demonification Pill, the two chief guards' pupils narrowed to thin slits. Their fingers twisted out of shape, their nails grew long and black, sharp as hooks. Low whimpers rumbled in their throats, sounding like pain and excitement all at once. Their bones creaked as the muscles in their arms and legs swelled, tearing through their clothes. Gray-black fur spread over their skin.

Their bodies weren't the only things changing. Their heads shifted violently too: their cheekbones jutted out, their muzzles stretched forward, and their mouths revealed gleaming white fangs.

With one final, piercing howl that split the night, they dropped to all fours.

Hidden in the Mountain woods, Luo Yi watched their transformation and thought of a monster he'd seen on television in his previous life: a "werewolf."

"Uncle Wang, do you know what's happening to them?"

Wang Meng shook his head. Just as the two were about to say more,

the two chief guards, now fully transformed into "werewolves," charged toward the tree behind which they were hiding.

Seeing that they'd been spotted, Luo Yi drew the Dao at his waist.

"Uncle Wang, we'll each take one." He finished speaking and charged at one of the "werewolves" with his Dao.

The Dao flashed like a streak of silver, slicing through the air toward the werewolf's head.

Clang! The blade struck the wolf's claw, sending up a blinding shower of sparks.

The tremendous force from the wolf's claw sent Luo Yi flying back nearly ten meters before he managed to steady himself.

He looked at the spot where his Dao had struck the wolf's claw. A chip about a centimeter wide had appeared in the once-sharp blade.

What had those two just eaten? Their strength had increased so much. Luo Yi's mind raced, searching for a way to deal with them.

The werewolf beside him gave him no time to react. It let out a howl, then swung its claws at his face, trailing a reeking, bloody aura.

The stench jolted Luo Yi to his senses. He hurriedly dodged behind the tree beside him.

Crack! The werewolf's claws swept across the tree in front of Luo Yi, snapping it in half at the trunk.

That thing was monstrous! Seeing it smash a tree with one swipe, Luo Yi knew he was no match for it head-on. He didn't dare fight it directly.

He pulled out the "poison powder" he'd mixed and hidden at his waist, looking for a chance to test how well it worked on a nonhuman creature like a "werewolf."

Crack! Crack! The werewolf's claws kept chopping down the trees Luo Yi hid behind.

Elsewhere, Wang Meng fought the other werewolf alone. His body was covered in wounds from its claws, and blood spattered the ground among the trees.

This couldn't go on. If things kept dragging on, both he and Uncle Wang would die here today.

Desperate, Luo Yi waited for the werewolf's claws to sweep past the tree. He held his breath and suddenly flung the poison powder at its face.

The powder spread around the werewolf in an instant. Having already lost its reason, it had no idea the mist before it was laced with deadly poison. It kept gulping in the air filled with poison powder.

After inhaling a large amount, the werewolf froze for a moment, then let out a howl of agony and fell to the ground, its body convulsing violently. Red bubbles frothed from its mouth, black smoke rose from its gray-black fur, and a pungent stench filled the air.

Seeing the werewolf's terrible state, Luo Yi knew the poison powder had worked.

"Now!" He gripped his Dao tightly and darted toward the wolf's flesh.

Raising his Dao, he put all his strength into a slash at the werewolf's neck.

Splurt! The werewolf, writhing on the ground, had its massive head severed from its neck. It rolled aside as blood gushed from the stump like a fountain.

Black smoke billowed from the headless werewolf's body and surged toward Luo Yi.

Congratulations, host. You have slain a demon servant and gained 8 Energy Points.

Seeing the notification pop up on the Panel, Luo Yi knew the danger wasn't over yet. He had no time to study it.

He hurriedly looked toward Wang Meng.

By then, Wang Meng had been fighting the werewolf for a long time and was gradually running out of strength. More and more wounds from its claws were opening across his body.

"Uncle Wang, I'm going to use poison. Fall back and hold your breath."

With that, Luo Yi quickly ran up to the werewolf and flung the remaining poison powder at the one attacking Wang Meng.

Caught completely unprepared, the werewolf inhaled a large amount of poison powder and fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

Luo Yi seized the moment while it lay there convulsing and swung his Dao, slashing at the werewolf's chest.

Crack! The sharp Dao cut the werewolf clean in half at the waist.

A mass of black smoke rose from the dead werewolf and surged into Luo Yi's body.

Congratulations, host. You have slain a demon servant and gained 8 Energy Points.

Seeing the black smoke enter his body, Luo Yi hurriedly glanced at Wang Meng beside him and saw that Wang Meng seemed completely unaware of it.

Luo Yi hadn't yet figured out how to explain the black smoke, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking care of the two werewolves, Wang Meng and Luo Yi were utterly exhausted. They panted heavily, then collapsed to the ground.