What Did You Mean, You Happened to Find Him and Then Slaughtered Him?

What Did You Mean, You Happened to Find Him and Then Slaughtered Him?

[Ding! Rat Demon Corpse equipped!]

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

This was the effect of the blue trait—Sturdy Physique.

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

And stronger as well.

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

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

They were both Third Rank Rat Demons, yet Hui Er's corpse had only given Mu Yang three thousand jin of additional strength through its white Sturdy Physique trait.

He had never expected Huang Feng's blue trait to be more than three times as effective as the white one, granting him a full ten thousand jin of strength!

Mu Yang's single-arm strength surged once more, reaching thirty-five thousand jin.

After Sturdy Physique took effect, the equally blue Qi-Blood Abundance trait quietly activated as well.

His Blood Qi roared and surged through his body like waves that shook the heavens. Drops of thick Blood Marrow radiating dazzling golden light condensed within his bones, constantly nourishing the bones in his limbs.

"Crack—crack—!!"

A string of crisp metallic chimes rang out from within Mu Yang's body.

The bones in his limbs, which had previously needed another tenth to be fully nourished, were washed by that torrent of Blood Qi and visibly plated with a layer of brilliant golden radiance.

Middle Blood-Marrow Realm, achieved!

His single-arm strength increased by another four thousand jin, bringing his total strength directly to thirty-nine thousand jin—just shy of forty thousand jin of immense force.

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

"The blue Qi-Blood Abundance trait really is useful!"

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

Sternum, ribs, spine...

Piece by piece, the iron-hard bones of his torso gradually took on a faint golden glow beneath the nourishment of his Blood Qi.

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

"Still half short..."

A moment later, as the newly gained Blood Qi was exhausted, Mu Yang silently made his estimate.

One blue Qi-Blood Abundance trait had nourished nearly half his torso bones. In other words, he still needed roughly three High-Grade Martial Arts manuals, or the corpse of a Third Rank demon beast with a blue Qi-Blood Abundance trait, before he could break through to the Blood-Marrow Realm Late Stage.

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 now was hope for the effects of the traits on Hui Da's corpse.

"It takes two Third-Order Demon Corpses with blue traits just to break through to the Blood-Marrow Realm Late Stage. I wonder how many resources it'll take to reach Blood-Marrow Realm Perfection. This golden-quality Blood-Marrow Realm really demands a mountain of resources to advance!"

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

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

Demon Fiend Fishy Wind!

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

Mu Yang slowly closed his eyes and recalled the memories that had suddenly appeared in his mind regarding the use of Demon Fiend Fishy Wind.

Very quickly, as naturally as breathing, he gathered his Blood Qi at his throat.

"Whoosh—!!"

A gale as black as ink suddenly blasted from Mu Yang's mouth.

Wherever the Black Wind passed, grass and trees instantly withered yellow. The soil on the ground hissed and sizzled, and even a large bluestone before him had a thick layer corroded away.

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

"This is some power!"

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

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

If it landed on flesh and blood, the effect would certainly be even greater.

After all, this was an ability designed specifically to deal with flesh.

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

That was right. Demon Fiend Fishy Wind could be expelled not only from his mouth, but from any Body Aperture—his mouth, nose, ears, and more.

Of course, limited by the size of the apertures, the total amount of Demon Fiend Fishy Wind expelled at once varied. Its power did not; only its coverage range differed.

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

Thinking of this, Mu Yang began circulating his Blood Qi. After some experimentation, he suddenly raised a hand and aimed his palm at the ancient tree Huang Feng had just been leaning against.

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"Pssh—!!!"

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

They punched densely packed black holes into the trunk, the edges of those holes still constantly corroding and widening.

"Demon Fiend Fishy Wind released from the pores of my skin is actually this fast?"

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

At that speed, unless someone had prepared beforehand, there was no way they could dodge it at close range.

If Huang Feng had possessed this trick earlier, Mu Yang might really have been injured.

After testing 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 paused where he stood and gazed into the distance.

That was the direction of Qingxi County.

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

Mu Yang withdrew his gaze and headed down the mountain.

Halfway up Yellow Wind Mountain.

Two figures hurried upward.

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

They were Wu Cai and Xue She, anxiously searching the mountain for Mu Yang.

Just as the two were burning with anxiety, a familiar figure clad in deep black suddenly appeared on the forest path ahead.

A broad, thick-bladed saber hung at that person's waist, while he carried something bound with green vines in one hand as he leisurely walked downhill.

"Mu Yang!!"

Wu Cai recognized the newcomer at a glance. It was Mu Yang, who had gone up the mountain ahead of them.

"Brother Wu?"

Mu Yang froze for a moment.

Why was Wu Cai here?

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

And who was this?

Although Mu Yang had joined the Constable Office three months ago, Xue She was rarely at the office all year round, so he had never met this elusive chief constable.

"This is the chief constable of our Constable Office, Xue She. You brat really gave us a hard time looking for you. Good thing you didn't go deep into Yellow Wind Mountain yet. Let me tell you, that Yellow Wind Old Monster is incredibly powerful. You're still young, so don't rush into things..."

Wu Cai rattled on and on, his tone filled with concern.

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

"Mu Yang, th-this can't be Yellow Wind Old Monster's head, can it?" The moment Xue She spoke, Wu Cai's stream of words came to an abrupt halt.

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...

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 fortunately, I got lucky. I happened to find it, so I slaughtered it." Mu Yang nodded.

"Hiss—!!"

The two men sucked in a breath at the same time.

Wu Cai opened his mouth, yet could not utter 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 Yellow Wind Old Monster—a Third Rank Perfection Rat Demon that had mastered a Demon Blood Spell. Back then, even when he and Dianshi Wang joined forces, they had been unable to do anything to it and could only watch as it calmly retreated into the mountain.

How had Mu Yang, a mere rookie, simply lopped off its head?

Thinking of how he had just been worried for Mu Yang's safety, only for the other man to turn around and chop off Yellow Wind Old Monster's head, Xue She felt a wave of embarrassment rise in his heart.

Still, he was a chief constable tempered by countless battles. After being dumbfounded for a moment, he could not help but begin praising Mu Yang.

And so, the three men and one horse slowly made their way down the mountain.

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