Wholesale Pirated Cultivation Methods

In Fang Gang's old apartment, the air shimmered slightly. He sat cross-legged on the hard bed, his blood and qi surging like a mighty river, emitting a low rumble.

Inside his dantian, that wisp of pure Yang inner energy condensed by the "True Nine Yang Divine Skill" was like a spark thrown into dry tinder, madly devouring the vast qi and blood of the Yi Jin realm, growing stronger!

Golden-red streams of energy coursed through his meridians, dispelling all cold and leaving warmth wherever they went.

This power was naturally the bane of evil spirits!

"Not enough... too slow." Fang Gang opened his eyes, a golden flame seeming to flicker in their depths.

This bit of inner energy was fine for burning ordinary resentments, but against tough targets like the factory, it was like a drop in the ocean.

Evolution points! He needed a massive amount of evolution points to level up the Nine Yang Divine Skill! To its peak! To achieve qualitative change! To turn it into a great sun furnace capable of burning mountains and boiling seas!

Ding dong!

His phone screen lit up with a new message:

[Newbie Station]Your package ( "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (Manual + CD)" ) has arrived. Please pick it up with pickup code XXXX.

A cold arc curved across Fang Gang's lips. Good. He casually grabbed the heavy Bronze Battle Halberd leaning against the wall. It felt ice-cold in his hand, its killing intent contained.

This thing would be enough as a fire poker for now.

Old Zhao, the doorman downstairs, nearly popped his eyes out when he saw Fang Gang carrying the halberd out.

"Little... Little Fang, is that... a prop for filming?"

Although the bloody aura on the halberd had faded, its ancient, heavy texture was undeniable.

"Yeah, a prop," Fang Gang replied casually and strode towards the Newbie Station outside the complex.

The station was crowded.

The moment Fang Gang appeared, halberd in tow, the thronging crowd fell silent for half a second, automatically parting to make way for him.

That imposing aura, as steady as a mountain, and the weapon on his shoulder were more effective than any dispelling talisman.

"Pick up, XXXX," Fang Gang shoved his phone screen towards the young woman at the counter.

Her face went pale. She fumbled through the packages, retrieved a thick express bag, and handed it over, not daring to look up the entire time.

Fang Gang tore open the seal.

Inside was a booklet thicker than the Nine Yang Divine Skill, with garish, colorful illustrations of a twisted dragon shape on the cover. Beside it, in large characters: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (Ultimate Mastery Edition)". It also came with a low-quality CD, its cover featuring an old man striking a clumsy pose.

It exuded a cheapness even more pungent than street vendor goods.

Fang Gang accepted it with an unreadable expression, then turned to leave, still carrying the halberd. Behind him, he vaguely heard hushed whispers.

"Holy crap... is that a real weapon? That halberd..."

"Filming? I haven't heard of any film crews around here."

"Doesn't seem like it... that guy's eyes are terrifying..."

Fang Gang ignored them. He ducked into a secluded alley, confirmed he was alone, and thought, "System, scan."

[Ding! Detected low-quality carrier (paper + plastic). Content contains severe logical paradoxes and energy conflicts...]

[Energy Reaction: None]

[Threat Level: None]

[Do you wish to spend 1 Evolution Point to transform it into the introductory basic martial skill "True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms"?]

"Transform!"

[Evolution Point -1!]

[Transforming... Removing redundant movements... Correcting force application points... Completing qi and blood circulation pathways...]

[Transformation complete! Acquired basic martial skill: "True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" (Introductory 0/100)!]

A method for channeling the Savage Elephant Power through specific trajectories to unleash unparalleled fierce palm strikes flooded his mind.

Though it was just the basics, the path was clear, directly targeting the essence of power!

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Gang's eyes.

Power! He had no shortage of power right now! The sky-lifting might of the Savage Elephant, combined with this fierce palm technique, would undoubtedly be terrifying!

He desperately needed a target to test it out! Evolution points! More evolution points!

Special Affairs Bureau, Outer Field Operations Office.

Chen Tao was shouting into the phone, his spittle flying, "Yes! The factory! Grade B Fermented Zombie! Grade A Blood Fiend Corpse Puppet! All dealt with! Who did it? Who else but Iron Head... No! Ming Wang! Fang Gang! Yes! That bald guy! He did it all! Like slicing vegetables! ... What? Medals? Already applied for! Highest commendation! ... Report? I saw it with my own damn eyes! Video? What video! All the equipment was shattered by the impact! ... Believe it or not!"

He slammed the phone down just as the office door was pushed open.

Fang Gang stood like a guardian god at the doorway, carrying the Bronze Battle Halberd. His dark golden bald head glinted under the hallway lights.

"Fang... Brother Fang?" Chen Tao jumped in surprise, then plastered on a smile. "What brings you here? Please, come in! About the medal..."

"It's not about the medal." Fang Gang walked in and casually planted the heavy Bronze Halberd on the floor with a "thump." The ceramic tiles instantly cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

His gaze swept over the mountain of documents on Chen Tao's desk, many of which were reports marked "Anomalous Location," "Suspected Supernatural Activity." "Give me a copy of these."

"Huh?" Chen Tao blinked. "Brother Fang, you're...?"

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"Clean up the trash, collect the scrap," Fang Gang said concisely, pointing to the halberd on the ground. "And by the way, let's get some practice in."

He needed evolution points, he needed to fight! He needed to hone the newly acquired True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the budding Nine Yang internal energy through actual combat!

Chen Tao looked at the undisguised predatory desire in Fang Gang's eyes, akin to a beast released from its cage, and then thought of the hellish scenes at the chemical plant. He understood instantly.

This lord was treating those dangerous places as dungeons! And the evil spirits as experience monsters!

His heart trembled, and then immense joy surged! This great god was proactively offering to do the work?! It was like a windfall from heaven!

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Chen Tao patted his chest and began to rummage through the files nimbly. "I'll pick them out for you! I'll pick out the tough ones! The evil ones! I guarantee you'll... uh, have a thoroughly enjoyable practice session!"

He almost blurted out "have a blast killing them."

Soon, a stack of documents marked "High Risk" and "Urgent" was pushed in front of Fang Gang. One of them was heavily circled in red pen:

Location: Morgue, Old West City Crematorium (B2)

Incident: Abnormal activation of multiple refrigerated corpses (confirmed Purple Zombie level), accompanied by unknown scratching sounds (source unknown, suspected higher level), has been sealed. Recommendation: Dispatch a Grade B or higher team or request talisman support for elimination.

Danger Level: C+ (Potential for increase)

Morgue... scratching sounds... Fang Gang's gaze lingered on this location for a moment.

The deep black Grudge Pupil brand on his arm seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly, and a trace of coldness flashed and disappeared from the gap at its tip.

"This one," Fang Gang said, tapping the document. Morgue cabinets? Perfect for testing the extent of the newly practiced True Vajra Indestructible Body.

"Alright! I'll arrange a vehicle and..." Chen Tao's words trailed off.

"No need," Fang Gang interrupted him, picking up the document and turning to leave, carrying the Bronze Battle Halberd. "Give me the address."

"Huh? You... you're going alone?" Chen Tao was dumbfounded. That was the basement of the morgue! The place with the heaviest Yin energy! And there were unknown scratching sounds!

Fang Gang stopped at the doorway and looked back at Chen Tao. His dark golden pupils were calm under the light, but they gave Chen Tao a sense of intangible pressure.

"More people will just get in the way."

With that, he strode off down the corridor, carrying the halberd.

Chen Tao's mouth hung open for a long time.

He suddenly lunged at the desk, grabbed the internal communicator, his fingers trembling. "Hello! Tech Department! Quickly! Get me all the surveillance footage around the Old West City Crematorium! Yes! Now! Immediately! Urgently! Something big is about to happen!"

He looked back in the direction Fang Gang had disappeared with lingering fear, then touched his greasy hair and muttered to himself:

"Wholesale evil spirits... this bald guy... he's planning a counterfeit skill wholesale operation..."

At the same time, at the Old West City Crematorium.

Basement level two, the morgue area.

The cold fluorescent light tubes crackled, casting a pale light. The air was filled with the strong scent of disinfectant and a faint, subtle sweetness of slightly decaying flesh.

Rows of large stainless steel morgue cabinets stood like cold tombstones, neatly arranged against the walls, exuding a chilling aura.

The entire space was terrifyingly silent, save for the low hum of the refrigeration equipment.

Suddenly!

Creak... creak creak...

A faint, teeth-grinding sound of metal friction came from the inside of a morgue cabinet labeled "B-17"! It sounded like something was slowly and forcefully scraping the inner wall of the cabinet door with its nails... or something even harder!

Immediately after, muffled thuds came from the inside of the cabinets "B-18" and "B-19"! Thump! Thump! As if whatever was inside was struggling with all its might!

Deeper within, in a dark corner near the backup power room, a thin layer of frost quietly condensed on the surface of a larger, heavier refrigerated unit (labeled: S-01).

From the gap in the cabinet door, a wisp of black energy, almost imperceptible to the naked eye and darker than the surrounding environment, slowly seeped out like a living thing...

The eerie scratching sound seemed to come faintly from the direction of S-01, yet it also felt like it was everywhere, weaving a hair-chilling prelude in the deathly silent morgue.

Outside the rusty, weathered main gate of the old crematorium, the streetlights were dim.

A figure, shouldering a Bronze Battle Halberd, approached like a javelin tearing through the night.

The dark golden bald head reflected a cold, hard sheen under the dim yellow light.

He stopped before the closed main gate and looked up at the building shrouded in a heavy deathly aura.

Fang Gang weighed the ancient halberd on his shoulder, feeling the surging Savage Elephant Power within him and the growing golden-red internal energy in his dantian. There was no fear in his eyes, only the burning flame of a hunt.

"Scratching sounds?" he murmured, and the deep black brand on his left arm seemed to twitch slightly again.

He didn't push the door open, nor did he look for a key. He lifted his foot, covered in a dark golden sheen, and kicked the heavy iron gate directly!

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the silence! The entire iron gate, along with the bricks and mortar around the doorframe, exploded inward and twisted like they had been hit by a battering ram, scattering debris! Dust billowed!

Fang Gang, carrying his halberd, stepped over the scattered stones and twisted metal as if walking into his own backyard, striding into the old crematorium's eerie foyer.

The bone-chilling, sinister wind, carrying the strong scent of preservatives and decay, rushed towards him.

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless eyes instantly opened.

The hunt had begun.

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