Possession!

An adult member of the Troll Race, relying on a formidable physical body and ancient totems, is capable of going head-to-head with high-level cultivators in the Cultivation World.

Chi Hu strode into the shed.

His copper-bell-like eyes looked directly at the Black Wind Pig still sleeping in the corner.

"How is this Black Wind Pig being raised?"

Chi Hu spoke.

His voice was like a booming bell, causing the wooden pillars in the shed to hum and vibrate.

The guard standing nearby hurriedly bowed to answer.

"Reporting to the Young Patriarch, per your instructions, we feed it the best spirit beast feed every day."

"This pig has had a great appetite lately and is growing quite sturdy."

Chi Hu nodded in satisfaction.

He walked over to the side of the Black Wind Pig, looking down at the massive creature.

He did not notice Yu Xiaogang, who was huddled in the corner on the other side at all.

Or rather, in the eyes of a Troll of his caliber, Yu Xiaogang was not even worth as much as an ant on the ground and was not worthy of his attention.

Yu Xiaogang huddled in the corner, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Watching this giant who looked like a god descended to earth, the bit of arrogance he had just built up in his heart dissipated by more than half in an instant.

But he was deeply unwilling.

So what if you are tall and big?

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth in his heart.

You barbarians only know how to cultivate your physical bodies; you don't understand the subtlety of Cultivation Methods at all.

Once I break these chains, none of you will be able to keep me here!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes again, preparing to continue guiding that sliver of spiritual power.

Just then, Chi Hu, standing beside the Black Wind Pig, seemed to feel that the air in the shed was a bit stifling.

He frowned slightly and took a deep breath of the cold air from outside.

Then, with great impatience, he exhaled a long breath through his nose.

"Hoo!"

This was just the most ordinary, casual breath of an adult Troll warrior.

However, accompanying this long exhale.

The totem Bloodline Power within Chi Hu, vast as an ocean, leaked out a sliver uncontrollably.

This sliver of Bloodline Power transformed into an invisible, scorching wave of air, sweeping outward in all directions with Chi Hu at the center.

To this thick-skinned Black Wind Pig, this heatwave felt like a warm spring breeze, blowing against its body quite comfortably.

To the guard, this heatwave was proof of the Young Patriarch's formidable strength, filling him with awe.

But to Yu Xiaogang, who was huddled in the corner and concentrating fully on guiding his spiritual power, this heatwave was nothing short of a catastrophe!

That scorching Bloodline Power was like a category twelve violent hurricane.

It pierced directly through Yu Xiaogang's fragile body and slammed fiercely into his dantian.

"Crack!"

Yu Xiaogang felt a crisp shattering sound come from within his body.

The sliver of spiritual power, as thin as a strand of hair, which he had painstakingly gathered over half a month while enduring the agony of countless meridian tears, could not even withstand half a breath in the face of this volcanic eruption of blood-red heat.

It was like a snowflake falling into magma, instantly shattered and evaporated into nothingness!

Not only that.

The violent heatwave continued unabated, directly throwing Yu Xiaogang's entire meridian system into chaos.

"Pfft!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes snapped open, his eyeballs bulging outward.

He opened his mouth wide, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs sprayed out, turning into a blood mist in mid-air.

His body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by the force of the heatwave.

With a "clatter," the iron chain around his neck pulled taut, causing his eyes to roll back.

He then crashed heavily into the foul-smelling mud, his entire body convulsing.

All his meridians were shattered.

The dream of immortal cultivation that had just ignited was blasted into smithereens by a casual exhale from someone else.

On the other side, in the Douluo Continent.

On the playground of Shrek Academy, the cheering from a moment ago was as if severed by a pair of giant shears.

It was deathly silent.

Ma Hongjun stood with his mouth agape, his hands still frozen in the posture of clapping, his entire body rigid.

The smile on Tang San's face solidified.

He stared at the teacher in the light screen, lying in the mud, dead or alive unknown.

The massive psychological disparity made Tang San feel as though his vision was blacking out.

"How could it be like this..."

Tang San's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"That person didn't even make a move; he didn't even glance at the teacher."

"He just... just exhaled a breath."

Flender clutched his chest, took two steps back, and leaned against a wooden pillar, his face filled with bitterness.

He finally understood what it meant to be an ant.

You think you have found a peerless cultivation technique, and you think you are a one-in-a-million genius.

You secretly accumulate strength in a corner, fantasizing about soaring into the sky.

Yet, when someone happens to pass by and simply breathes, your trump cards that you were so proud of, all your efforts and hopes, turn into a colossal joke.

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the screen and sighed softly.

A trace of deep helplessness flashed through her beautiful eyes.

"Ridiculous, truly ridiculous."

Bibi Dong murmured.

"This is the law of that world."

"In the face of an absolute gap in power, any opportunistic technique or theory is as fragile as a sheet of paper."

Inside the livestock pen.

Chi Hu heard the commotion coming from the corner.

He turned his head, his massive body swaying slightly, and glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who was lying in the mud and vomiting blood.

"What is that thing?"

Chi Hu frowned, his tone laced with a hint of confusion.

The guard hurried forward, explaining with a fawning smile.

"Reporting to the Young Clan Leader, this is an outsider slave here to do chores."

"His constitution is very weak; he probably just didn't stand steadily and took a fall."

Chi Hu curled his lip in disgust.

"What is the use of keeping such trash?"

He pointed casually at the Black Wind Pig that was still sleeping.

"If he isn't dead by tomorrow, just slaughter him and add some meat to this pig's feed."

"I am hosting some distinguished guests from the sects in a few days, and this pig must be fattened up for me."

After speaking, Chi Hu turned around and walked out of the livestock pen with heavy steps, not even sparing Yu Xiaogang another glance.

The guard respectfully saw the Young Clan Leader off.

The pen returned to silence.

Yu Xiaogang lay in the cold, muddy water, his eyes staring blankly at the hay on the roof of the pen.

He did not cry, nor did he scream.

He simply felt that his heart had died completely on this night.

So much for immortal cultivation, so much for techniques.

In this cruel world, he would forever be nothing more than a piece of trash wallowing in the mud.

The image on the Sky Screen slowly faded away, reflected in Yu Xiaogang's hollow, despairing eyes.

The air in the Douluo Continent was so oppressive it made one want to go mad.

The image on the Sky Screen rippled like water, slowly shifting away from the foul-smelling livestock pen of the Troll Race.

Audiences across the entire continent subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

The desperate situation of Yu Xiaogang had been so stifling that everyone had found it difficult to even breathe.

Yet, as the new scene gradually brightened, the stone that had just settled in everyone's hearts instantly rose back to their throats.

It was a dimly lit prison cell.

The air was thick with the heavy stench of mold and blood.

Spiderwebs covered the corners, and murky water dripped from the walls; the "drip, drop" sound echoed through the cell, making one's skin crawl.

Several fat black rats scurried through the damp hay, showing no fear of humans.

Prince Xue Beng of the Heaven Dou Empire was currently curled up in a corner of the hay pile.

His expensive silk sleeping robe had long since been torn into rags, stained with mud and dried blood.

His face, usually wearing a look of playboy arrogance, was now swollen like a pig's head, with bruises hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Xue Beng was trembling all over.

He regretted it so much.

When he had first been transported to this mortal kingdom, he thought that with his cultivation as a level 31 Soul Elder, dealing with a few mortal constables would be as easy as turning over his hand.

As it turned out, those mortal martial artists practiced internal energy.

In a single exchange, they not only shattered his Swan Martial Soul but also knocked him unconscious with a single palm strike.

After waking up, he had been thrown into this dark, sunless death row.

The jailers didn't care at all about him shouting "Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire."

In their eyes, he was just a lunatic with a broken brain.

To assert their authority, the jailers tortured him in various ways every day, denying him food and whipping him with salt-water-soaked leather lashes.

"Let me out... I really am a prince..."

Xue Beng buried his head in his knees, tears and snot streaming down his face as he murmured in despair.

Heaven Dou City, the Imperial Palace.

Emperor Xue Ye sat on the dragon throne, his eyes turning red with heartache as he watched the miserable state of his son on the light screen.

"My son!"

Emperor Xue Ye slammed his hand against the armrest of the dragon throne, his voice trembling.

"Those vulgar mortals actually dare to humiliate the bloodline of my Heaven Dou Empire like this!"

The ministers nearby all kept their heads bowed, not daring to speak.

Everyone knew the truth in their hearts.

In this Renegade Immortal World, even a high and mighty true god like the Sea God could be eaten as a tonic.

For a prince with low Soul Power to be beaten by mortal jailers was already a stroke of fortune amidst misfortune.

At the very least, he was still alive.

However, the cruelty of reality often exceeded everyone's imagination.

Inside the cell.

Xue Beng's sobbing caught the attention of someone in another corner of the same cell.

It was a gaunt old man sitting cross-legged in the shadows.

The old man's clothes were even more tattered than Xue Beng's, barely covering his body.

His entire frame was covered in poison sores the size of copper coins, some of which had ruptured, oozing yellow-green pus.

This old man was no ordinary mortal prisoner.

He was a low-level rogue cultivator who had just stepped into the Foundation Establishment stage.

A while ago, he had been severely wounded while fighting for a low-grade spirit herb, his heart besieged by toxins. He had fled all the way to this mortal city, eventually collapsing on the street from exhaustion, only to be dragged into death row as a beggar.

The old man's physical body was completely ruined, his life force on the verge of extinction.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Two balls of ghost fire flickered within his murky pupils.

He turned his head, staring fixedly at the shivering Xue Beng in the hay pile like a wild dog that had been starving for half a month.

"What a young body."

The old man swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, a harsh sound like metal grinding coming from his throat.

"Although there is no spiritual energy within, the blood and vitality are even more vigorous than those of an ordinary mortal martial artist."

"Heaven does not wish for my demise."

The old man's gaze grew increasingly frantic, and greedy desire instantly seized his mind.

He knew he did not have much time left.

The only way to survive was to perform a soul possession!

He would discard this rotting flesh covered in sores and forcibly seize that young man's body.

Xue Beng felt his skin crawl under the old man's eerie, emerald-green stare.

He instinctively shrank back into the corner, his voice trembling as he asked, "W-what are you looking at! I am a prince!"

The old man ignored his warning entirely.

He suddenly parted his withered lips, revealing a hair-raising grin.

"Boy, lend your body to this old man!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

A tiny fissure suddenly cracked open on the crown of the old man's head.

A fist-sized ball of green light, accompanied by a thick, sinister gale, flew directly out of the old man's brain.

This green light moved with extreme speed, leaving a long trail in the air.

Xue Beng did not even have a chance to dodge.

He felt a blur before his eyes, and the green light slammed directly into the center of his forehead, "whooshing" its way inside.

"Ah!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed throughout the entire cell.

The process of soul possession was cruel and violent.

Once the old man's soul entered Xue Beng's sea of consciousness, it was like a starving wolf charging into a sheepfold.

He opened an invisible maw and began to frantically tear at and devour Xue Beng's original soul.

Xue Beng clutched his head with both hands, rolling back and forth in the filthy pile of hay.

He felt as if ten thousand red-hot steel needles had been driven into his brain simultaneously; the agony from the depths of his soul made him wish he could smash his own head to pieces.

"Get out! Get out of my body!"

Xue Beng roared in despair, his eyes rolling back to show the whites as he foamed at the mouth.

Douluo Continent.

In the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xue Ye saw this scene, his vision went black, and he collapsed straight off the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The great hall fell into immediate chaos as the ministers and imperial physicians rushed forward to provide aid.

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

Everyone watched Xue Beng rolling in agony on the light screen, all of them feeling a tingling sensation on their scalps.

"He is eating Prince Xue Beng's soul!"

Ning Rongrong covered her eyes in fright, not daring to look any longer.

Tang San took a deep breath, his expression becoming graver than ever before.

"This is the method of the cultivation world."

Tang San's voice was low.

"That old man is merely a low-level cultivator on the verge of death; he doesn't even compare to a single finger of that so-called Soul Refining Sect."

"Yet, even he can easily seize the body and soul of a level thirty-one Soul Elder."

"In that world, we people of the Douluo Continent are practically nothing more than natural supplements running around on the ground."

Hearing Tang San's words, everyone felt a wave of sorrow in their hearts.

Just when everyone thought that Prince Xue Beng was about to be completely devoured and turned into a shell controlled by a cultivator, the situation in the cell suddenly took an unexpected turn.