Heavenly Demon Throws the World into Chaos

Council Hall.

Feng Shiren, the family head, along with many important members of the Feng Family, gathered together, watching Feng Jiu eat like he was some kind of sideshow. From time to time, someone would come over to feel his pulse and check on his injuries.

Du Ge pinched Feng Jiu's cheeks, stuffing food into his mouth with an overbearing refusal to take no for an answer.

Feng Jiu's cheeks bulged like a squirrel's stuffed with food. His eyes were rimmed with red as he glared at Du Ge, who was feeding him. His teeth ground together with a grating sound, as if he were chewing on Du Ge's flesh and blood. Bastard, this is too much. Just wait until I grow strong—I'll bite you to death, one mouthful at a time...

"Ninth Brother, that's right, just like that. Chew big, swallow hard. Eat your fill so you recover faster. Once you're better, you'll have the strength to hit me!" Du Ge didn't care at all about Feng Jiu's murderous glare. Like coaxing a clueless child, he kept shoving pastries into his mouth, stubbornly maintaining their friendship while enjoying the pleasure of his own rising physical fitness.

At this moment, Du Ge couldn't tell whether his actions were support or a Backstab, but the rapidly improving physical stats didn't lie.

Du Ge sighed. He really was a born actor. With talent like this, he should have applied to a film school back on Earth.

Seeing that ordinary food really worked wonders on Feng Jiu, the crowd murmured in amazement, their doubts about the Soul Possession completely gone.

Listening to the whispers around him, Du Ge stopped feeding him and made a serious suggestion: "Family Head, if you're still not reassured, you could just beat Feng Jiu to a pulp and test it again."

At those words, Feng Jiu, who had been barely holding his expression together, completely broke down. He struggled and roared hysterically: "Feng Qi, you dog, why don't you use yourself as the test subject?"

"Ninth Brother, don't be angry. It's just that your Keyword works faster than mine." Du Ge flicked off the food crumbs that had landed on him, unbothered. "For the team's benefit, what's a little personal sacrifice? Bear with it. Eat a couple more bites and you'll recover anyway..."

"Bear with your ass, I'll kill you..." Feng Jiu's forehead veins bulged, his face flushed red. If his acupoints hadn't been sealed, he probably would have lunged at Du Ge and bitten his neck by now.

"Ninth Master, please calm down. Seventh Master is only joking with you." Family Head Feng Shiren coughed, naturally changing how he addressed them both. "Since the two Masters have chosen to possess into our Feng Family, you are now members of the Feng Family. You ought to help each other..."

As he spoke, he walked over to Feng Jiu, personally unsealed his acupoints, and called for a servant to bring him hot tea.

Feng Jiu picked up the teacup, downed it in one gulp, and stared coldly at Du Ge. Now that he was free, he was no longer as impulsive as before.

Du Ge didn't turn around, but his Back-of-the-Head Eye kept watching Feng Jiu.

At that moment, he felt Feng Jiu's behavior was like a dog that had been on a leash suddenly let loose. For some reason, he found it a little funny.

He had to admit, this guy's acting was a bit over the top. His performance relied entirely on wide eyes and loud shouts. If there really was a performing arts school in the real world, he'd probably be the bottom of the class!

Of course, it was also possible he was deliberately putting on this act to lull Du Ge into complacency.

Feng Jiu was a professional. He definitely knew more about the Simulation Field than Du Ge did. His current impulsiveness was completely different from when Du Ge had first woken up.

In this situation, a hot-tempered, impulsive personality was clearly more likely to win the Feng Family's favor.

Everyone knew a simple-minded, impulsive person was easier to control.

You couldn't underestimate anyone.

But no matter which case it was, Du Ge wasn't too worried. Although Feng Jiu had his original memories and Martial Arts, he hadn't eaten much and his injuries weren't fully healed. Meanwhile, Du Ge had developed Sacrifice Oneself for Righteousness and the Back-of-the-Head Eye, and his physical stats had skyrocketed. He didn't need to fear a sudden attack.

Du Ge also noticed that when he genuinely acted in the Feng Family's interests, the boost didn't just heal his injuries—it also strengthened his attributes, like strength and the five senses.

At this point, Du Ge's doubts were finally resolved.

If the Keyword's function was only to help people recover and provide some unreliable skills, there was no way to play the game world.

Take the current world as an example. Only half a year remained until the Martial Arts Tournament.

Even a genius couldn't compete with martial artists who had trained for years in just six months—unless they possessed a martial arts master.

But based on his and Feng Jiu's cases, Du Ge guessed the probability of directly possessing a martial arts master was very low.

The Keyword, however, could enhance physique and the five senses. Combined with skills, it could close that gap...

Feng Shiren turned back to Du Ge and asked with a smile: "Would Seventh Master kindly explain the details of the Soul Possession?"

"Yesterday, a Space Rift opened between this world and the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm is barren, so the Three Thousand Heavenly Demons took the chance to invade the mortal world, eager to enjoy its pleasures." Du Ge smiled, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, and threw out the story he had prepared earlier. "Heavenly Demons have no physical form. To establish themselves in this world, their first step is to possess and be reborn..."

"Space Rift?"

"Demon Realm?"

"Outer Heavenly Demon?"

The Feng Family members all changed expression, shocked.

The more timid ones instinctively stepped back as they looked at Du Ge and the other man. They had to admit, the changes in Feng Qi and the other were indeed eerie.

If it were just wandering ghosts possessing people, that would be one thing...

But Heavenly Demons!

In the martial world, anyone with 'Demon' in their nickname had blood on their hands!

Listening to Du Ge's made-up nonsense, Feng Jiu quietly sipped his tea, saying nothing. He didn't lash out at Du Ge, not out of a change of heart, but because he had discovered a terrifying fact.

This fact even made him temporarily forget his hatred for Feng Qi.

His stomach hurt a little.

The stomachache wasn't a big deal—it was probably just the aftermath of eating that straw mat.

The key point was: he was full!

Feng Jiu didn't see much of a problem when he was gnawing on the straw mat.

But the Feng Family, to test his ability, kept forcing him to eat, to the point where he was now stuffed to bursting, barely able to swallow even tea.

Taotie had given him a convenient way to improve, but hadn't granted him the corresponding stomach capacity...

What the hell?

How could this be?

If he couldn't keep eating, how was he supposed to surpass Du Ge?

Watching Du Ge hold forth confidently before the crowd, Feng Jiu's heart turned sour. How did such an excellent Keyword end up in the hands of a scumbag with rotten character?

"Are all the Three Thousand Outer Realm Demons like you two gentlemen?" Feng Shiren lifted his eyelids, not appearing overly concerned by Du Ge's words.

As the head of the family, he wouldn't believe everything he heard just because someone said it. Even if Du Ge spoke the truth, he needed to verify it before taking action.

"More or less," Du Ge said.

"Will the demons harm the world?" Feng Yunjie was young, at an age curious about strange and supernatural matters, and couldn't help asking.

"Some will, some won't. How to put it? Demons focus more on enjoyment and improvement." Du Ge smiled. "Demons sound terrifying, but they aren't as complicated as humans. Every demon has its own attribute, which is the Keyword Feng Jiu mentioned earlier. We must align with our own attribute to grow.

For example: my attribute is Maintenance. Everything I say and do must consider others, uphold and protect their interests. If my words or actions go against Maintenance, my power will be greatly weakened. So my attribute is supportive and harmless. Feng Jiu's attribute is much simpler—eating lets him grow quickly, neither good nor bad.

If it's a Baleful Star with an evil attribute, like Cruelty or Wickedness, then yes, it could indeed harm the world..."

MMP!

Hearing Du Ge continue to air his dirty laundry, Feng Jiu shot him a glare, grinding his teeth in secret. Taotie was such a great Keyword—if it weren't for this bastard, how would he have ended up in this mess?

Right.

It wasn't his Keyword's fault at all.

Taotie was a Keyword that came into its own later. If he could just hide away and eat to his heart's content, he'd eventually make a stunning debut. But now that Feng Qi had spilled his secrets, he was constrained at every turn. It was all his fault.

He had to find a way to break the deadlock...

Feng Jiu pondered for a moment, then didn't expose the lies Du Ge had fabricated. Instead, he interrupted him, saying, "Head of the family, I've thought it through. I'll genuinely cooperate with the Feng Family. You've all seen that Feng Qi is two-faced. Today he maintains the Feng Family, but tomorrow, for greater gain, he might maintain someone else. With me here to keep him in check, it's more beneficial for the Feng Family..."

Feng Shiren looked at Feng Jiu in surprise, then shook his head inwardly. Demons and such were things he didn't understand, with too many uncontrollable factors.

The simplest solution would be to kill them both and be done with it. But if they tore into each other, that would be easier to handle. He could use them to balance each other and profit from it.

Du Ge smiled and shook his head. "Head of the family, don't listen to his stirring. Maintenance is my instinct. If I betray the one I'm maintaining, my abilities will be severely weakened. I won't do anything that stupid. Besides, I'm a member of the Feng Family. If I suddenly went out to maintain someone else, they'd have to trust me first. Maintaining the Feng Family gives twice the result with half the effort; maintaining others gives half the result with twice the effort."

"Feng Qi, look in your heart. Haven't you betrayed me? You sold me out to gain the Feng Family's support. In the future, you might sell out the Feng Family for even greater gain. As long as you ensure the person or force you maintain is stronger than before, your weakness won't show," Feng Jiu shot back.

Taotie had too many early restrictions, and Du Ge was treacherous. He had to ensure his own survival first, then plan for the rest.

Besides, since he couldn't keep eating endlessly, ensuring the quality of his food became the prerequisite for his growth. Drinking Feng Qi's blood was far more effective than gnawing on straw mats. In that case, staying with the Feng Family was a good choice.

After all, the Feng Family had vast resources, far safer than striking out on his own. It would be a shame if he wandered outside, ate something random, got an upset stomach, and died.

"Ninth Brother, have you no shame? I chose a broader path, countless times higher than your original plan to flee the Feng Family's starting point. This was to protect our mutual interests—how can you call it betrayal?" Du Ge said. "Let anyone judge, and they'd say my choice was better than yours. Fleeing the Feng Family would have been a breach of faith for me, inviting their pursuit, and I might not have lasted a day. Once you maintain, you maintain for life. If you get used to betrayal, going back and forth, how can you grow?"

"..." Feng Jiu snorted coldly. "Sharp tongue."

Du Ge smiled. "Ninth Brother, your understanding of Maintenance is narrow. My understanding is broad..."

Feng Shiren stroked his beard, watching the two argue, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Fight!

The fiercer, the better.

The more you fight, the more information you reveal.