The Creed

The Creed

But even if Qi Zhiyong wanted to redirect the danger, it would never be that easy.

The Door-Breaking Wraith blocked the room's door. First, he had to find a way out, and even that might cost him several days' worth of accumulated resources.

Qi Zhiyong flicked his hand, releasing a flash of blinding golden light.

It was the Golden Light Incantation!

It hurt ghosts and wraiths by releasing a blinding light.

The dazzling light made the Door-Breaking Wraith shield its eyes. Just then, Qi Zhiyong used a second talisman.

Three True Fire Incantations in a row!

Three streams of fire surged toward the wraith. The Breaking Door Wraith casually grabbed at them, extinguishing two. The third missed, flying past the wraith's neck.

Since Qi Zhiyong had also escaped the room, Wu Xian's experiment had succeeded.

Qi Zhiyong leaped onto the wraith and stabbed wildly with the Fish Gut Sword. Filthy blood sprayed in spurts, and Wu Xian and Shi Ji stared, stunned, at his ferocious display.

In the midst of the deadly struggle, Qi Zhiyong remembered when he had first joined the Creed.

The skin on its face was hooked by an iron barb and torn open down the middle, exposing its hollow nasal cavity and hideous gums!

The Breaking Door Wraith had appeared alongside Qi Zhiyong. Wu Xian immediately realized that Qi Zhiyong was up to no good.

"Ha... hahaha..."

Then Wu Xian saw the hideous Breaking Door Wraith behind Qi Zhiyong.

Even the Breaking Door Wraith under attack froze for a moment.

The Soul Snatching Rope automatically hooked into the Door-Breaking Wraith's shoulder blades and bound it. The wraith, which had just been so fearsome, could now only shuffle forward slowly.

After saying this, Qi Zhiyong turned around to face the wraith's grimacing visage.

But before he could reach them—

Wu Xian was sweating from the stress. If he hadn't been afraid that killing Qi Zhiyong would make the wraith change targets, he would have already attacked.

The Breaking Door Wraith stood over two meters tall, with a sturdy build and a dark blue-green body. Its veins bulged like earthworms, and two different kinds of chains wrapped around it. Its left arm had been thrust into its abdomen and sewn in place, while its muscular right arm ended in nails as sharp as steel awls.

"If that's the case, then it's my turn to pave the way for your survival."

Fire Evasion Technique!

This technique let its user enter flames and hide within them.

The chain was called the Soul Snatching Rope, a restraint used by underworld officials. Its front end had a sharp hook, which could tear apart an ordinary Wandering Wraith when used to capture it.

"So I've been played by you all along!"

"Then... other than staying alive, is there anything more meaningful?"

Even more terrifying was its face.

This was the opportunity Qi Zhiyong had been waiting for!

His third talisman.

"You're a valuable talent. If we get the chance, I hope you'll join us."

The female ghost Yu Yinghua had marked the door!

Qi Zhiyong's face darkened and brightened in turn. He thought of several ways to make sure he and Wu Xian would die together, then gave a helpless smile.

The flesh on his chest had been torn open, and blood soaked the front of his shirt. Every breath brought tearing pain.

Then he noticed the weapons in Wu Xian and Shi Ji's hands, and his heart jumped. Wu Xian's Copper Coin Sword especially caught his eye. Qi Zhiyong had seen Copper Coin Swords twice before, but never one this extravagant.

"We are the Creed."

"Bah! What the hell are you saying?"

The wound on Qi Zhiyong's chest throbbed fiercely, and blood kept pouring out. In his current condition, he had no chance of competing with Wu Xian and Shi Ji. He had to find somewhere to recover immediately if he wanted to survive.

"This thing might be useful to you. Remember our name."

Qi Zhiyong vanished in an instant, merging with the last flame before it could go out. Once the fire burned away, he was no longer in the room. He had appeared in the hallway, where the flame had disappeared!

The Door-Breaking Wraith roared. It wasn't about to let its prey escape. It reached back to grab him, and Qi Zhiyong released a chain at the same time.

Shi Ji swore too. "Join your grandpa!"

Qi Zhiyong wasn't doing much better.

The sword was called the Fish Gut.

Qi Zhiyong had already suspected the palm print outside his door. And today, even though he'd clearly been staying in an unmarked room, he had still been attacked. There was only one explanation: Wu Xian was behind it.

In his eyes, living people were just food.

The danger Wu Xian and Shi Ji had just faced was no small thing. It had been severe enough to force them out of their room, yet neither of them had suffered serious injuries.

It was called the Heavenly Demon Release!

Using it meant certain death, but before dying, the user could exhaust their body's potential and unleash a level of combat ability far beyond their limits.

Only now did this thing reveal its true form.

Qi Zhiyong stomped, and every vein in his body turned black. Then he drew a Short Sword and charged at the wraith, roaring as if he'd been pumped full of stimulants.

"I underestimated you. You're worth far more than I am."

In a noisy hamburger restaurant, he sat there brazenly chewing on a steak. Across from him sat a man just as carefree. Qi Zhiyong took a bite that devoured half his hamburger and asked, his mouth full,

The door opened.

The chains began to crack, and the Breaking Door Wraith was clearly moving faster. Qi Zhiyong sighed helplessly and stuffed a small notebook into Wu Xian's hand.

As for that little knife, he had obtained it the first time he worshipped a deity.

A series of cracking sounds came from behind them. The Soul Snatching Rope he'd used to restrain the wraith was about to give way, but Qi Zhiyong still blocked Wu Xian and Shi Ji from leaving.

At first, Qi Zhiyong looked troubled. Then he suddenly understood, and the fog that had clouded his mind for days finally lifted.

The food hit someone!

Jing Ke stopped eating and fell silent for a long while.

"Jing Ke, you once told me that staying alive in the Blessed Lands was itself a meaning. But we both know no one can live forever. Sooner or later, we'll die without dignity in some Blessed Land."

Wu Xian saw Qi Zhiyong's wretched state at a glance.

But now...

The power that had turned Qi Zhiyong's veins black was the Demonic Divine Ability he'd gained when he worshipped "Earth Official—Demon God Chiyou."

The room was filled with indescribable gore and filth. Wu Xian and Shi Ji leaped out one after the other and collided with him. The two sides stared at each other, frozen in place.

Wu Xian raised the Copper Coin Spear to threaten him. Shi Ji drew Boy's Urine An Gang at the same time, and its oily green blade made Qi Zhiyong's blood run cold.

"Get out of my way. Whatever you're planning, I won't let you do it."

He secretly took out a lump of filth. If Qi Zhiyong tried to stop them again, he'd smear it all over Qi Zhiyong's face.

"Wu Xian, do you have faith? Have you ever thought about... saving this dying world?"

And the state of the room made his eyes widen even further.

"So that's how it is... That's how it is!"

"If I do, it's that the more valuable person should survive."

Qi Zhiyong smiled.