Has Some Skill

"You have a very familiar scent."

Thus it was said by the chief disciple of the Heavenly Palace's Southern Dipper Star— the Haoshou Tianzun.

Instead of Su Ling returning to the inn in Baibei Port, Fuyanni was met only by six Blood-giving Monsters.

These six individuals were all the chief star officials of the Heavenly Palace, and the elite core members of the Guiyi Sect. They were also the outstanding products of Wood's lifelong understanding and knowledge of the Blessed Holy Blood.

To slow down his aging, Wood raced against time, constantly modifying the proportions of the Blessed Holy Blood. Without altering his Soul Power, he fine-tuned the Holy Blood Formula, selecting exceptionally talented individuals with abundant primordial energy from Shambhala. These mortals, after obtaining the Blessed Holy Blood, became the leaders of the Star Officials of the Heavenly Palace.

At that moment, a scantily clad woman in a black veil grabbed Fuyanni's chin, roughly dragged him downstairs, and forced him to stand in front of the tea table in the lobby.

She is Douliu Shang Sheng Xingjun, a star official in charge of intelligence in the Heavenly Palace, responsible for collecting information on enemy activities in the countryside.

This blood-born monster had no sun protection; its fish scales shimmered with iridescent light, as if the sunlight had no effect on it, all of which was refracted and dispersed by the scales. When it turned its back to the inn's door, the Shang Sheng Xingjun revealed her still fleshy and beautiful face—she blew a breath of foul-smelling "celestial breath" at Fuyanni on the table, her lips and teeth reeking of human flesh.

"You have a Blood-giving Retinue following you around, little one? I can smell that scent and know your relationship is more than just friendship."

The witch had pinched Fuyanni's face until it was deformed, and he couldn't move.

The immense strength of the blood-given freak nearly crushed his jaw, leaving him only able to slam his fist on the table in surrender, unable to utter a single word.

The "smell" that the Shang Sheng Xingjun mentioned is the smell of Billy the Kid.

These star officials received orders from the Haoshou Tianzun to scout out enemy positions at Baibei Port. Before they even reached the vicinity of the Luo's Bathhouse, they captured Fuyanni at the inn.

"The deaths of the Ling brothers, Ling Ao and Ling Xiao, are shrouded in mystery. Shang Sheng—spare their lives for now; they might come in handy," Silu Xing Jun advised as he searched the travel documents in the accounting office. "If a powerful enemy attacks, we'll still have hostages to use."

"That makes sense!" Shang Sheng Xingjun grinned, released Fuyanni's chin, and his sharp claws left the mortal's Gate of Death.

Only then did Fuyanni get a chance to breathe some fresh air.

His face turned deathly pale. He saw six Blood-giving Monsters surging with spiritual pressure in the inn's lobby, and this slutty, shameless bitch in front of him wasn't even afraid of sunlight! He felt like the sky was about to fall!

I've really had a run of bad luck this time. I was supposed to come to the front lines as an engineer to carry out mineral exploration missions, but I've run into these freaks. This time, I'm afraid I'm in grave danger and my life is in danger.

"Yisuan, you interrogate him." Shang Sheng Xingjun stepped on Fuyanni's chest and pressed the prisoner back onto the table.

Fuyanni felt as if his ribs were about to crack, a heavy breath pressing down on his chest. His lungs, which were gradually collapsing, were hurting more and more with the monster's claws and sharp heels. He could only squeeze out a few pleas for mercy from his throat.

"Several... several heroes"

"Spare my life. I know nothing at all."

The Yisuan Star Lord, who was still playing with his grandson in the accounting office, suddenly perked up. He sent the innkeeper's child back home and patted the innkeeper on the head, telling him to behave himself.

The man in black robes and a black hat was completely covered up, not even a patch of skin was exposed on his sleeves or wrists. He seemed to be very afraid of light, and there were no scales from the Shang Sheng Xingjun to protect his blood-soaked body.

Yisuan Xing Jun pulled down his scarf and hood, revealing blood-red sharp teeth and a pair of pale eyes; he was also a fish-man.

"Fuyanni Lavimingo? A Japanese man?"

Looking at the travel permit, the Star Lord of Yisuan read it aloud word by word.

"Traveling to Daoheng County? Haha."

The Shang Sheng Xingjun asked impatiently, "Who exactly are you? Tell us the truth, and perhaps the Haoshou Tianzun will spare your life."

Fuyanni immediately admitted defeat, but not entirely. "I'm just an engineer! I came here to see if there are any suitable mines. I..."

"He wasn't lying." Yisuan Xingjun licked Fuyanni's forehead and cheek hard, but didn't stop there. "Where are your accomplices? Who are they?"

Fuyanni got stuck--

He didn't know how to answer, he couldn't muster any more wit, and he couldn't evade the issue.

"Yes"

If the identity of the anonymous person is revealed, he will surely die a horrible death!

But if we expose Teacher Su Ling's real-time location like this, the VIP will be ambushed by these six blood-bearing freaks, and Brother Billy won't survive either!

"Don't want to answer? Or can't answer? Sometimes life and death are just a matter of a single thought, Fuyanni." Seeing that force wouldn't work, the Shang Sheng Xingjun decided to take a shortcut.

This alluring mermaid was over two meters tall. She fully opened her arms and embraced the weak and powerless Fuyanni in her arms. She shed some of her scales and held him face to face, like holding a doll. She blew a cloud of pink mist into the ear of this bewildered and lowly mortal.

Answer me, and I'll bring you happiness.

A warm current rushed into Fuyanni's ears, through his nasopharynx into his eyes, and a strange psychic tide surged into his brain—he heard a peculiar whistling sound, like the sound of a flute.

This is also the superpower of the Shang Sheng Xingjun's soul. She relies on this talent to torture and extract confessions, and can explore the thoughts and ideas of mortals, making ordinary people obedient to her.

Fuyanni was bewitched by this demonic aura, his mind went blank, and his body gradually went limp, turning into a puddle of mud.

"The Phoenix is right here in the bathhouse, right here in the bathhouse."

"Is he referring to the Rootless Tree faction, the chief of the Taiyi Xuan Sect of Wuling Mountain?" The usually taciturn Du'e Xingjun suddenly spoke. This monster was almost three meters tall, and like the other brothers, it was covered in sun-protective black cloth, with only its fish tail showing.

Siming Xing Jun: "It seems that Lingguang Buddha's whereabouts have been exposed."

Silu Xingjun: "The Haoshou Tianzun has captured the nameless spy. These arrogant and ignorant spiritual beings dare to..."

"Her target is the Lingguang Buddha," Lord Yanshou interrupted. "The demonic cultivators of Wuling Mountain are vicious and never consider the consequences of their actions. She's here to assassinate the Lingguang Buddha!"

"Du'e!" Siming, as the chief star official, immediately ordered, "You, Yisuan, Shang Sheng, and Yanshou, go deal with the assassins. I need to borrow a magical artifact to send a message to the Lingguang Buddha —send this message back to the Heavenly Palace."

Half a bloodied arm protruded from the robes of the God of Calamity.

--That was the extended arm of the Star Lord of Calamity, simply and brutally removed and handed over to the God of Siming.

The God of Siming took the arm, immediately tore off his own arm, and grafted the strong arm onto his own body.

The two exchanged arms. The magical artifact that Siming mentioned was a pair of arm guards forged from sub-gold, containing Chaos Egg as a communication tool to collect primordial matter and broadcast battle reports.

This arm was originally a magical artifact used by the Star Lord of Calamity to maintain the security of his territory. In emergencies, these Blood-giving Monsters can freely use the limbs and equipment of their teammates to complete the conversion and adjustment of tactical resources.

"Is this kid still useful? If not, I'll just eat him up." The Shang Sheng Xingjun, wanting to follow Du'e to intercept the enemy, couldn't bear to part with Fuyanni's delicate skin and asked another question.

Siming immediately replied, "Take his two legs and one arm. I have elixirs to heal him. We must not kill him. The Heavenly Venerable is compassionate and kind; killing should not be done unless absolutely necessary. Keeping his head will still be of some use."

"Alright!" The fish-demon witch's index finger twitched, and the scales on her body made a strange rustling sound. In a short while, they gathered between her fingers and palms, turning into a large cleaver, which she used to chop Fuyanni into a human stick.

Fuyanni slipped out of the mermaid's arms and fell back onto the table, whereupon he regained consciousness.

The owner of the nearby Baibei Inn seemed unfazed, taking it all in stride. The patrons inside retreated to the backyard, while the cook and accountant, merely watching the spectacle, continued their drinking and revelry.

Only the boss's youngest grandson found it bloody and cruel; the child hid in the accounting room, too afraid to watch the scene of dismembering human flesh.

A gust of cold wind swept in from the gate, blowing aside the beautiful hair on the forehead of the Shang Sheng Xingjun, making the female demon feel a chill all over her body.

"Who!" The scales beneath the robe of the Star Lord of Siming trembled, as if he had seen a natural enemy, and involuntarily bulged his muscles, making a sound to show his defiance.

Silu exclaimed in surprise, "When did they arrive!"

Yanshou and Yisuan had just stepped out the door, preparing to go to the Luo's Bathhouse, deliberately avoiding the sunlight and hunching over, but they involuntarily retreated, as if an invisible hand had sent them back to the shop.

The most Inspiration and most powerful of the star officials, Du'e Xingjun, had just reattached the arm of Siming Lao Da and was still adjusting to his new limbs—his legs were trembling, as if his body had already begun to feel fear, but his heart was unusually calm. He tilted his head to look at the porch. There stood a handsome, aloof, and stern-faced monk.

The bald monk had just put down his load when he appeared out of thin air.

The six chief star officials seemed completely unaware of the other party's presence, and suddenly appeared in front of the door.

Without chanting the Buddha's name or joining his palms in prayer, the monk glanced around the main hall and then looked at Fuyanni at the feet of the Shang Sheng Xingjun.

"Who goes there?" Siming was quite far away, and Du E's body blocked most of the doorway, so he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He asked casually.

Yisuan was already covered in sweat. He couldn't take a step. His legs felt like they were filled with lead. It was as if the Blessed Holy Blood in his body and the crimson Golden Pill in his stomach were rejecting the strange monk in front of him.

Du'e's mind couldn't keep up with his body, and he immediately replied, "It's a monk."

"What are you doing blocking the road?! You bastard!" Siming cursed.

The Shang Sheng Xingjun chuckled, "You came alone? You think you can have him as a snack? I'm starving! How can such a small amount of meat be enough?"

"Help!~" Fuyanni began sending a telegram. "Help me!~"

"Are you in cahoots with him?" Silu became wary. "You stinking monk, I advise you to get out of the way—obediently kneel down and surrender, we are the chief of the Heavenly Palace."

But it was too late. The six chief star officials had been standing still in the hall for too long and had said too much nonsense. They were qualified enough to have their names recorded in the Great Rift of All Things.

Siming paid no attention; he sensed a faint spiritual pressure emanating from the monk blocking his path.

--It was a tranquil feeling that brought peace of mind and soothed the soul. It must have been the spiritual energy gained from years of being accompanied by ancient lamps and Buddha statues, striking wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

He paid no attention, raising his arm and opening the golden shield protecting his arm, revealing the Chaos Egg within that resembled an eyeball, preparing to dial the dial to contact the Lingguang Buddha.

Suddenly, his fingers left his palm, and his arm fell to the ground with a gust of cold wind. When Siming reacted, an imperceptible "rope" slipped away like lightning, and a drop of blood was carried by this tough and sharp thread to the inner room, about to fall on the face of the boss's grandson—the rotten, smelly, dirty blood was held in the hand of a fierce, armored tiger whose body gleamed with light.

"Heavenly Deity!" the Siming shouted sternly.

But before the words "Heavenly Demon" could be uttered, the Fish Demon's head exploded! Blood gushed out like a scalding fountain, spraying onto the ceiling of the L-shaped counter!

Fragrant Dream's fist pierced through Siming's head; he died too quickly!

The belated fear finally erupted. Du'e Xingjun removed his hood, revealing his ferocious face, and pounced on the monk—his flesh and bones deformed, and sharp thorns spewed out from his black fish skin!

The gunsmith shifted his position inside the room, his eyes darting between Fuyanni and the enemy; Fragrant Dream was too late to react.

--Hunwei did not sit idly by and wait for death; the Iron Cat retrieved the fins from the corpse of Siming Xingjun!

The hidden weapon exploded in the wind, creating a clear mist of water, and the sonic boom almost ruptured Fuyanni's eardrum!

The fragile bony fins broke into twelve fragments of varying sizes halfway through the journey. They pierced through Du'e's calf, shattered the strong man's knee, and embedded themselves deeply into the brickwork, drawing out four tough spiritual threads!

With a slight lift of his hand, the sharp tiger whiskers, guided by the gunsmith's fingers, transformed into a deadly blade, slicing swiftly from the groin to the abdomen of the unsteady, staggering Du'e Star Lord.

Yisuan and Yanshou wanted to help, so they drew weapons from their black robes and came at them with their weapons.

Jiang Xueming raised his fist, as big as a clay pot, and, pulling on the hair and steel wire of Fragrant Dream, faced the challenge head-on.

Yisuan's white bone scalpel struck the pair of fleshy hands wrapped in silk threads, but could not penetrate any further. It pulled the demonic monk seventeen centimeters into his arms, just as his head was within arm's reach, a fatal distance.

With a loud "bang!"

The Blood-giving Monster's head was struck by the Gunsmith's fist, its neck was broken but it wasn't completely dead! Its body immediately became unresponsive!

Yanshou had completely lost his mind. His pair of short spears stirred up a tide of spiritual energy, and the scattered water vapor ripples transformed into sharp blades that could peel away skin and dismember bones, heading straight for the demonic monk! He was terrified—this demonic monk's fist could actually break an immortal's neck?!

The gunsmith didn't dodge; he used Yisuan Xingjun's half-dead body as a human shield, while pulling Du'e along with him into the main hall.

The short spear pierced through, spraying brilliant blossoms of blood. Yanshou's spear technique was superb; he thrust the spear with all his might, only to find his companion riddled with twenty bloody holes, his internal organs churned into a bloody pulp by the surging spiritual pressure of the blade.

The closer the demonic monk got to him, the more afraid he became; the more afraid he became, the faster he drew his gun.

Jiang Xueming did not pursue them. Behind him, Du'e's lower body was injured, and Fragrant Dream's spiritual threads performed a thorough castration operation, almost removing the inner core of the Qi Sea and turning the insect nest into minced meat. He was quite patient and continued to observe the movements of Silu Xingjun and Shang Sheng Xingjun.

However, with each breath and movement, he touched the Berloberg dagger at his lower back and pulled the spearhead from the wound piercing through Yisuan Jun's blood-soaked vest.

Yanshou's eyes glazed over, but he was just a fraction too weak. The gleaming white divine blade shot out from under his companion's armpit, like a bright crescent moon, and sliced open his skull along his chin. He was dead beyond any doubt!

Shaking off the corpses on his body, the gunsmith retrieved the chopstick holder from the dining table.

Silu turned and ran, finally realizing that the leader had just referred to "the Heavenly Demon."

He was terrified, but the flying chopsticks felt like steel nails that could pierce through bones. They first blinded him in both eyes, then seemed to pierce through his twenty-one vertebrae with a flower-arranging technique, causing him to lose his balance and fall to his Gate of Death!

Du'e was finally freed from the torture of castration. The psychological trauma from the severe injury to his manhood rendered him incapable of resistance. The moment the tiger whiskers left his body, he staggered a few steps towards the hall, clutching his stomach and letting out a powerful scream—

The holy blood was healing him, but at the same time it was torturing him like he was in purgatory, leaving him with no strength to fight back.

The monk remained calm and picked up a table and chair, smashing them down on the burly man's head.

He loses something every time he moves.

Splinters of wood from tables and chairs, and shards of porcelain from bowls and plates pierced the giant fishman's body. The incredibly fast healing speed allowed these foreign objects to gradually integrate into the complex texture of his body, causing swollen abscesses to bulge out.

Fragrant Dream stayed by Fuyanni's side the whole time, not making a move rashly.

Pink mist continuously spewed from Fuyanni's mouth and nose; this was a characteristic of the Soul Power of the Shang Sheng Xingjun.

The gunsmith couldn't understand this special ability of the Soul Might, so he spared the banshee's life for the time being.

Silu was still alive, having just escaped the Gate of Death. He tried to struggle a few times, took out his Polaroid camera, but before he could press the shutter, the flying Fragrant Dream landed on his steel butt and crushed his head.

When Du'er's knees, hips, ankles, and tendons were completely disabled, his arms were paralyzed, his left shoulder was chopped open by a cleaver, and his right arm, scapula, and collarbone were broken, leaving him completely immobile—the gunsmith stepped forward and kicked Du'er's head with a football kick.

He immediately turned around and looked at the last monster.

The once imposing chief star official, who had been arrogantly demanding an extra meat meal, was now pale.

She saw Du'er's head fly about twenty feet away, the sunlight burning off his hair, and it fell onto the boundary marker of Baibei Port, shattering into a pile of charred remains. She was so frightened that she couldn't speak coherently.

"Hero! Hero!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! No!"

The gunsmith didn't answer; he waved to the children in the inner room.

The trembling shop owner immediately took his grandson and hid on the second floor.

He then glanced at the patrons watching the commotion by the well in the villa—

The accountant and the cook led the guests away like birds and beasts.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one himself, and waited for the demon to reveal the flaw in his soul power.

"You can't kill me! You can't!" Shang Sheng Xingjun his broadsword, hovering uncertainly over Fuyanni's head, afraid to strike, lest the hostage die and she would die as well. "If I die, he won't have it easy either!"

"Explain in detail." The gunsmith exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and flicked ash towards the door.

The smoke illuminated some remnants of psychic energy, revealing a faint pink psychic essence binding Fuyanni and the banshee tightly together. Pink mist moved in and out of their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, like slippery tentacles.

"You dare hurt me!" The Shang Sheng Xingjun hardened his heart, slashed open his left arm to let it bleed, "He will die with me!"

Suddenly, a sharp vortex of energy burst forth from Fuyanni's arm, and a pink spirit burst through his skin, leaving an identical wound.

It seems that harming this banshee will leave the same damage on Fuyanni.

"You've got some skills." The gunsmith found half a chair in the ruins and sat down.

He crossed his legs and carefully observed the Fish Demon's spirit.

"Hmph!" Having gained the upper hand, the Shang Sheng Xingjun immediately cursed, "Bald monk! Scared now!?"

The gunsmith said, "I'll give it a try."

Before the words were finished, a rope as thick as a Thumb split off from the Fragrant Dream iron armor and twisted into a long whip woven from hair.

"Are you crazy! Damn it!" Shang Sheng Xingjun quickly dodged, kicked Fuyanni aside, and jumped up and down the first and second floors of the lobby.

Jiang Xueming and Hunwei exchanged a glance, and Fragrant Dream chased after them with her whip. The big cat was getting impatient, but there was nothing it could do.

The Shang Sheng Xingjun was filled with doubt and uncertainty, yet he also felt as if he could cope with these weak and powerless whippings. The great sword formed from his scales no longer deflected or parried, but instead became a weapon of attack—as if he could deal with this bald monk's avatar.

She fought with increasing ferocity, and with a desire to show off her martial arts skills, she abandoned her plan to take photos and escape. Instead, she wielded the knife with both hands and used all her strength—flipping from between the roof beams back to the first floor, circling the nimble whip. The knife flourishes she produced became more and more beautiful, and her movements of turning, standing still, breathing, and circulating her qi became increasingly fluid, allowing her to exert all her strength.

"That's great! That's great! You bald monk! Your supernatural powers are nothing special!" She even had time to speak.

The gunsmith crept up to Fuyanni and dragged the student outside to sunbathe.

Even sunlight couldn't dispel the Fish Demon's soul power and supernatural abilities; these pink mists could hide inside Fuyanni's body.

"Haha!" Shang Sheng Xingjun laughed loudly as he brandished his greatsword to repel Fragrant Dream, "I'm not afraid of the sun! Want to break my divine power? Dream on!"

The gunsmith tossed aside his cigarette butt, pulled a 100ml bottle of Universal Elixir from his back pocket—a truly luxurious dose—and splashed it on Fuyanni's face.

Fuyanni still tried to struggle. "No! Teacher, no! No, no!"

The gunsmith ignored the advice, took out his gun, and fired.

--When the Shang Sheng Xingjun was engrossed in the battle, the illusory incarnation before him suddenly disappeared, and then a raging fireball exploded from his stomach.

The projectile from Dust Crystal One blasted her into pieces.

Fuyanni covered his head with both hands, fearing that he too would be turned into mincemeat. After a long time, he dared to open his eyes and look at himself. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his stomach, and he vomited a lot of black blood. He struggled to stand up, and his entire abdominal cavity exploded.

The Universal Elixir worked quickly, pulling the tattered intestines back into place—and rapidly closing the belly.

"She does have some skills." Jiang Xueming patted the student's shoulder, helped Fuyanni steady herself, and handed the luggage to the student's shoulders. "But only some."

Looking around the room, one sees body parts scattered everywhere; the six star officials are dead, their bodies strewn about.

Fuyanni's face turned pale, and he was covered in cold sweat as he crushed the Fish Demon sister's charred eyeballs.

Yes, they're dead!