Slaying the Great Yellow Dog Demon

Cloud-Parting Long Fist at the Great Perfection realm!

Bolstered by the five-aperture cultivation of the Initial Realm, Shen Yi's palms were shrouded in the breath of heaven and earth. Every punch felt as though it would utterly shatter the Yellow Weasel's flesh and viscera.

"Come on! This is exhilarating!"

The Yellow Weasel bared its fangs. As its body gradually shrank, the scarlet Sha Qi surged against the wind, covering a radius of over thirty meters.

Anything caught within would inevitably be corroded away.

This was the very reason it had not unleashed this evil art earlier.

Under the shroud of red mist, all living things perished.

Only a martial artist who had transcended could use the breath of heaven and earth to resist it for a short time.

In such a situation, the contest was merely a matter of who possessed the greater accumulation.

When Shen Yi drew his blade, the Yellow Weasel had already discerned his realm. Though slightly surprised, it did not believe his foundation could be deeper than the flesh and blood it had accumulated over a hundred years.

That was until Shen Yi threw his tenth punch, and the momentum showed no sign of waning.

His breathing remained steady. The white mist clinging to his body appeared thin, as if it would be completely corroded by the scarlet Sha Qi in the next second, yet it surged forth in an endless stream.

The Yellow Weasel's pupils constricted, and a trace of hesitation finally appeared in its expression.

It seemed it had guessed something wrong.

"You..."

The fist pierced through the golden fur, as if puncturing an empty balloon.

Beneath the layers of folded skin, the dog demon's flesh and blood had been completely consumed, leaving behind nothing but an empty husk.

"Spare me!" The Yellow Weasel finally grew terrified.

Shen Yi unhurriedly withdrew his palm from the pile of shattered viscera, gripped the hilt once more, pulled the blade from the bone joints, and delivered a clean, decisive downward slash!

[Slaying Initial Realm early-stage dog demon, total lifespan five hundred seventy-five years, remaining one hundred eighty years, absorption complete]

The red mist filling the sky suddenly lost its core, becoming ethereal and unstable.

The villagers crouched in the distance, their murky eyes showing emotion for the first time—a trace of imperceptible anxiety.

Suddenly, they saw the young man emerge from the mist, his slender, powerful fingers sliding his long blade back into its scabbard.

Beneath his disheveled hair, his expression held a hint of fatigue, and his breathing was no longer as calm as when he had arrived, appearing slightly rapid, yet his posture remained as straight as a spear.

Behind him, the tall body, now reduced to a mere skin-bag draped over a skeleton, collapsed with a crash like a fallen banner!

On the small path from Baiyun County to Liuli Temple Village.

Chen Ji gripped the neck of his old donkey, feeling rather restless.

Although Liu the Clerk could not be considered a formal official, his word was law; not a single bailiff in the entire detention house dared to defy him.

After Chen Ji hurriedly returned home to settle his younger sister, he decided to come and take a look alone.

Watching the old donkey saunter along with such self-satisfaction, he gritted his teeth and slapped it, then vaulted off and began to rush forward, employing a not-so-proficient light-body technique.

Before long, a scent of blood drifted into his nostrils.

Chen Ji's expression faltered. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his scabbard, seemingly guessing what had happened, and his legs trembled slightly as he hurried on.

His heart was shrouded in panic, and a scene of corpses strewn across the field began to loom in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and charged into the village.

"..."

A moment later, wisps of cooking smoke appeared in his line of sight.

Two villagers walked along the ridge of a field. Noticing someone nearby, they looked toward Chen Ji, and a moment later, they awkwardly squeezed out an ugly smile.

Chen Ji habitually wanted to return the smile, but his lips were stiff, and he could not manage it.

He stared blankly at the object the two villagers were carrying—a thick, furry leg, the hair matted with blood clots, clearly dead for some time.

"The clerk said we could eat whatever we wanted, and whatever we couldn't finish, we should load onto the cart."

The villager swallowed hard.

Hearing this, Chen Ji fell completely silent.

The clerk? Who else could it be! In all of Baiyun County, who else but Shen Yi would dare to set foot here now?

But what on earth had happened?

Chen Ji felt as if he were losing his mind. He nodded to acknowledge them and brushed past the two, continuing forward.

Soon, that familiar back appeared before his eyes.

There was no fierce, tragic slaughter as he had imagined.

Shen Yi sat quietly on the field ridge, surrounded by seven or eight half-grown children who were cautiously touching his saber.

Dozens of villagers were busily fishing demon corpses out of the muddy fields, as if digging for lotus roots; occasionally, when they pulled out a limb, their faces would light up with smiles.

Blood and serenity, two vastly different scenes intertwined, kneading together into an extremely bizarre sight.

Chen Ji's entire body went stiff; he did not know how he had walked up to the man.

He spoke in a daze: "Where are the demons?"

Shen Yi raised his eyes with slight surprise, as if he had not expected the other to come: "I've already dealt with them."

Hearing this, Chen Ji felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It seemed that when he had previously asked the man about the Ape Demon, Lord Shen had given the same reply.

He extended a finger, trembling as he pointed at the dark-red soaked mud not far away, and smelling the pungent stench, he fought back the urge to vomit: "You call this... dealing with them?"

This was the western outskirts of the city; one step further was the Yellow Weasel's territory.

The man had stood right here and slaughtered demons across the land. There were only two possibilities: either the Yellow Weasel had run away from home, or it had died right here as well.

Even though the latter possibility was slim, compared to the absurdity of the former, Chen Ji could only convince himself over and over again that this was the truth.

Two or three days ago, the man was still a good-for-nothing scoundrel.

With one move, he had wiped out the Yellow Weasel and its pack of dog-spawn. When it came to the word "forbearance," he truly had to call the man his ancestor.

"Go and tidy up the corpses; it's time to head back."

A laborer had arrived just in time; it would be a waste not to use him.

Shen Yi extended his hand. The half-grown children obediently wiped the fingerprints off his scabbard with their clothes, then placed it back into his palm, grinning with toothless mouths: "Safe travels, Clerk."

He buckled on his saber, stood up slowly, and closed the panel before him.

[Remaining demon lifespan: six hundred seventy-two years]

Twelve sturdy dog demons, plus the one hundred eighty-plus years contributed by the Yellow Weasel—at this moment, Shen Yi's savings were already abundant to a terrifying degree.

Beyond that, there was an unexpected harvest.

When he had shattered the Yellow Weasel's internal organs with his punch, Shen Yi had suddenly discovered an unknown organ the size of a chicken egg inside its body.

That ball of flesh was far tougher than the other viscera, and even under the violent force, it continued to function as if it were a living thing.

Most importantly, it contained the breath that Shen Yi had been craving ever since he ascended to the Initial Realm.

He simply reached in, pulled it out, and wrapped it in a piece of burlap.

This was Shen Yi's first time engaging in combat with a true demon.

Those dog demons that had gained intelligence, while capable of living for a century or two, were essentially no different from mortals, save for their strong bodies.

The Yellow Weasel was entirely different. The overwhelming scarlet Sha Qi was something the military and bailiffs had almost no way to counter; to touch it was to die. Even if they kept their distance and fired arrows, it was difficult to pierce the fat and flesh on the Yellow Weasel's body.

To inflict truly effective damage, one would need at least a heavy crossbow.

But do not forget, although the dog demons looked fat, they were not slow; ten meters was but a distance of two or three steps.

And such a creature, nearly unsolvable for mortals.

Was only at the early stage of the Initial Realm.

(End of chapter)