What Did You Mean, You Happened to Find It and Then Butchered It?

What Did You Mean, You Happened to Find It and Then Butchered It? [Ding! Rat Demon Corpse equipped!]

As Huang Feng's corpse vanished before his eyes, a warm current of growing power instantly flowed through Mu Yang's limbs and bones.

This was the effect of the Blue Trait: Sturdy Physique.

Under the warm current's influence, every inch of muscle in his body underwent subtle changes, becoming denser and firmer.

And more powerful.

"Ten thousand jin? It actually increased my strength by ten thousand jin!"

Feeling the changes in his body's strength, Mu Yang was filled with delight.

Both were Third-Rank Rat Demons, yet Hui Er's corpse had only given Mu Yang three thousand jin of strength through its White Trait, Sturdy Physique.

He had not expected Huang Feng's Blue Trait to be more than three times as effective as the White Trait, boosting his strength by a full ten thousand jin!

Mu Yang's one-armed strength soared once more, reaching thirty-five thousand jin.

After Sturdy Physique took effect, the Blue Trait Qi-Blood Abundance quietly activated as well.

His Blood Qi surged and roared within him like heaven-shaking waves. Drops of thick Blood Marrow radiating dazzling golden light condensed within his bones, continuously nourishing the bones in his limbs.

"Crack—crack—!!"

A series of fine metallic clanks rang out from Mu Yang's body.

His limb bones, which had been one-tenth away from complete nourishment, were washed by the Blood Qi and rapidly coated in a brilliant golden sheen visible to the naked eye.

Middle Blood-Marrow Realm, achieved!

The strength in one arm increased by another four thousand jin, bringing his total strength directly to thirty-nine thousand jin—just shy of forty thousand jin of monstrous force.

That was nearly four times the strength of an ordinary Blood-Marrow Realm Perfection martial artist!

"The Blue Trait Qi-Blood Abundance really is useful!"

After silently praising it, Mu Yang continued guiding the nearly undiminished torrent of Blood Qi from his limb bones toward his torso bones.

Sternum, ribs, spine...

The hard, iron-like bones of his torso slowly began taking on a faint golden glow under the nourishment of Blood Qi.

If another Blood-Marrow Realm martial artist saw Mu Yang nourish nearly half the Blood Marrow in his torso bones at such a terrifying speed, their jaws would surely hit the ground.

"Still half left..."

A moment later, as the newly gained Blood Qi ran dry, Mu Yang silently estimated his progress.

One Blue Trait Qi-Blood Abundance had nourished nearly half his torso bones. In other words, to break through to the Blood-Marrow Realm Late Stage, he still needed roughly three High-Grade Martial Arts manuals, or the corpse of a Third-Rank Monster possessing the Blue Trait Qi-Blood Abundance.

The martial arts route was temporarily blocked.

He had already swept up every mid- and high-grade martial arts manual in Qingxi County's County Office. All he could do was hope for the trait effects on Hui Da's corpse.

"Breaking through to the Blood-Marrow Realm Late Stage takes two Third-Order Demon Corpses with Blue Traits. I wonder how many resources it'll take to reach Blood-Marrow Realm Perfection. This golden-quality Blood-Marrow Realm really has absurdly high breakthrough requirements!"

With a sigh, Mu Yang slowly rose to his feet.

He turned his attention to the highest-quality trait he had encountered so far—

Demon Fiend Fishy Wind!

"Let me see just how powerful this purple-quality ability really is."

Mu Yang slightly closed his eyes, recalling the memories that had suddenly appeared in his mind regarding how to use Demon Fiend Fishy Wind.

Very quickly, as naturally as breathing, he mobilized his Blood Qi and gathered it in his throat.

"Hoo—!!"

A wild wind, black as ink, suddenly blasted from Mu Yang's mouth.

The originally smooth stone surface became pitted, as though it had been gnawed by countless insects.

The once-smooth stone surface became pitted and scarred, as though countless insects and ants had gnawed at it.

"This power is pretty good!"

Mu Yang looked at his handiwork, surprise flashing through his eyes.

Huang Feng's Demon Fiend Fishy Wind could only slightly corrode the surface dirt, while his could directly corrode hard bluestone!

If it landed on flesh and blood, its effects would definitely be even greater.

After all, this was an ability designed specifically for flesh and blood.

After testing the power of Demon Fiend Fishy Wind, Mu Yang began trying other ways of releasing it.

That was right—Demon Fiend Fishy Wind could be expelled not only through the mouth, but through any Body Aperture, such as the mouth, nose, and ears.

The only difference was that the size of the aperture limited the total amount expelled at once. Its power remained unchanged; only the range of coverage differed.

In theory, as long as his control over Blood Qi was sufficiently refined, he could even expel Demon Fiend Fishy Wind through the pores on his skin.

With that thought, Mu Yang began mobilizing his Blood Qi. After several attempts, he suddenly raised a hand, aiming his palm at the ancient tree Huang Feng had just been leaning against.

"Hiss—!!!"

Dozens of fine black threads of wind, like ox-hair steel needles, shot simultaneously from the pores on the back of his hand.

They punched dense clusters of tiny black holes into the trunk, the edges of which continued corroding and expanding.

"The Demon Fiend Fishy Wind expelled through skin pores is actually this fast?"

Mu Yang looked in amazement at the ancient tree in the distance, which was beginning to show signs of withering.

At that speed, unless someone was prepared beforehand, they would have no way to dodge it at close range.

If Huang Feng had possessed this move earlier, Mu Yang might really have suffered some injuries.

After finishing his experiment with Demon Fiend Fishy Wind, Mu Yang picked up Huang Feng's remaining head. He casually pulled a thumb-thick green vine from a nearby tree trunk, tied Huang Feng's head securely, and carried it in his hand.

Holding the vine, he stopped where he was and gazed into the distance.

That was the direction of Qingxi County.

Huang Feng was dead. Next, it was time to settle the score with the Wang Family!

Mu Yang withdrew his gaze and headed down the mountain.

Halfway up Yellow Wind Mountain.

Two figures hurried upward at a gallop.

One rode a tall horse at full speed, while the other relied entirely on his legs, moving even faster than the steed.

They were Wu Cai and Xue She, urgently climbing the mountain to find Mu Yang.

Just as the two were frantic with worry, a familiar figure in dark black suddenly appeared on the forest path ahead.

A broad, thick-bladed longsword hung at the man's waist. In one hand, he carried something bound with green vines as he leisurely made his way down.

"Mu Yang!!"

Wu Cai recognized at a glance that the newcomer was Mu Yang, who had gone up the mountain before them.

"Brother Wu?"

Mu Yang froze for a moment.

Why was Wu Cai here?

Then he glanced at the unfamiliar middle-aged man beside Wu Cai.

And who was this?

Although Mu Yang had been in the Constable Office for three months, Xue She was rarely at the office year-round, so Mu Yang had never met this elusive chief constable.

"This is the chief constable of our Constable Office, Xue She. You brat really made us search everywhere for you. Luckily, you didn't venture too deeply into Yellow Wind Mountain. Let me tell you, that Yellow Wind Old Monster is extremely formidable. You're still young, so don't be too hasty..."

Wu Cai rambled on and on, his tone full of concern.

Yet he failed to notice that Xue She beside him had already widened his eyes, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

"Mu Yang, this... this isn't the Yellow Wind Old Monster's head, is it?" The moment Xue She spoke, Wu Cai's words abruptly stopped.

Only then did he notice the head bound with green vines in Mu Yang's hand.

He had been too excited earlier to notice it.

But...

The Yellow Wind Old Monster?

Wait, it couldn't be that Yellow Wind Old Monster, could it?!

Wu Cai found it hard to believe.

"Yes. It took quite some effort to find it, but luckily my luck was good. I happened to find it, so I butchered it." Mu Yang nodded.

"Hiss—!!"

The two of them simultaneously sucked in a cold breath.

Wu Cai opened his mouth, unable to say a single word for a long while.

Xue She was no better off. If they had been more familiar with each other, he truly would have wanted to ask Mu Yang how he had done it.

That was the Yellow Wind Old Monster—a Third-Rank Perfection Rat Demon that had mastered a Demon Blood Spell. Back then, even he and Dianshi Wang joining forces had been unable to do anything to it, and could only watch it retreat calmly into the mountains.

How had Mu Yang, a mere rookie, directly taken its head?

Thinking about how he had just been worrying over Mu Yang's safety, only for Mu Yang to casually bring back the Yellow Wind Old Monster's severed head, Xue She felt a wave of embarrassment well up within him.

Still, he was a battle-hardened chief constable. After being stunned for a moment, he could not help but begin praising Mu Yang.

Thus, the three men and one horse slowly descended the mountain.