Hundred Demons Register

No romance in this book.

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The wind carried the stench of blood.

The desolate wilderness stretched beneath a sea of withered grass, without a soul in sight.

Jiang Yuechu stared blankly at everything before her.

She still could not accept how she, a modern person from the twenty-first century, had transmigrated into the body of an unfamiliar woman.

Fragmented memories flooded her mind.

The Divine Land. The Great Tang Dynasty.

Demons ran rampant, devouring human flesh and blood, plunging the world into chaos.

But why was a woman like her, too weak to even truss a chicken, out here in this remote wilderness?

Jiang Yuechu stood and surveyed her surroundings.

Corpses littered the ground.

Most wore drab gray prison clothes, no different from her own.

The others wore black, with crimson cloud patterns embroidered on their lapels and cuffs.

At the edge of her vision, a massive figure leaned against an enormous boulder.

When its outline came into focus, Jiang Yuechu's breath caught.

A human body, a tiger's head, and a hulking physique like a small mountain.

Even without any sign of life, its savage, baleful aura still struck her full in the face, making her heart tighten.

A huge hole gaped in its chest, and black demon blood pooled across the ground.

A demon!

Thank goodness... thank goodness it was dead.

She had barely let out half a sigh of relief before another figure near the Tiger Demon caught her eye.

He too wore close-fitting black clothes patterned in crimson, his frame tall and straight.

But now he knelt on one knee, a broken saber planted in the dirt before him, keeping him from collapsing.

Wounds covered his body, his left arm twisted unnaturally, and his chest barely rose and fell. Clearly, his lamp was all but out of oil.

Across the wilderness, the wind wailed like the cries of frightened cranes.

Other than the man in black and herself, there were no survivors.

Jiang Yuechu instinctively held her breath and quietly edged one step backward.

The kneeling man in black seemed to notice her movement and laboriously turned his head.

His face was young, perhaps in his early twenties.

But his complexion was deathly pale and his lips cracked. Clearly, he was in terrible shape.

He saw Jiang Yuechu and rasped out two words, his voice almost too faint to hear.

"Come here."

"..."

You say come here, and I'm supposed to come?

Jiang Yuechu grumbled inwardly.

She remembered now.

The original owner of this body had been the only daughter of a high-ranking official in the capital.

But her father had been convicted of a crime, implicating the entire household. She had been reduced to base status and sentenced to exile on the frontier.

And this half-dead man before her was one of the officers escorting them.

The Demon Suppression Office.

Throughout Great Tang, faces paled at any mention of the Demon Suppression Office.

Rumor had it that when its mounted officers came to your door, the King of Hell himself had arrived.

At the mere sound of its name, children dared not cry at night.

Besides, what awaited her on the frontier was a fate worse than death.

Better to run now. Perhaps she could still find a way to survive.

Jiang Yuechu made up her mind.

She quietly backed away, turned, and was just about to take a step.

A shrill whistle suddenly cut through the air.

Whoosh!

Half a broken saber buried itself in the ground half a step in front of her.

Jiang Yuechu froze, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

What a ferocious dying man!

Even in this condition, a casual throw still had such power!

If he decided to kill me, this head of mine probably wouldn't have much more warmth left than those corpses on the ground.

Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath, frustration filling her heart.

Fine.

I'll come over, then!

Under someone else's eaves, you have no choice but to bow your head.

She stiffly turned around and shuffled toward him.

The man raised his head. Watching her inch along like a little chick, the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

Throwing that broken saber had indeed consumed the last scraps of his strength.

If she had truly been determined to flee, he could only have watched her go.

Fortunately, that display had frightened the girl before him.

"Help me up."

Perhaps afraid she would refuse, he added, "I am Pei Changqing, squad leader of the Longyou Demon Suppression Command."

Introducing himself was a gesture of sincerity.

He caught his breath, his gaze settling on her still-frightened face.

"I know you want to run... but can you get away...? A fugitive of base status without household registration or a travel permit-even if you somehow survive until the next town, what then?"

"If you do as I say, afterward, I guarantee I'll have your base status removed and restore your freedom."

Listening to him, Jiang Yuechu was already rolling her eyes inwardly.

Fuck!

Now you're dangling a giant pie in the sky over my head?

In her previous life, how much motivational chicken soup had her boss force-fed her? How many empty promises had he made?

And what had come of it?

She still hadn't accumulated enough "blessings" and had ended up meeting the King of Hell ahead of schedule.

Still, what he said was true.

In her current circumstances, running away really was the worst possible option.

For an ancient woman too weak to truss a chicken, the chances of surviving in demon-infested wilderness were practically zero.

Besides, though this fellow was half-dead, who knew whether he had another trick up his sleeve?

If humiliation turned to rage and he hacked her down, that would truly be a losing bargain.

Weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Yuechu gritted her teeth and nodded.

"...Fine."

She cautiously stepped forward and reached out to support Pei Changqing's arm.

He was scorching to the touch. Even through his clothes, she could feel his terrifyingly high body temperature.

The mingled odors of blood and sweat were anything but pleasant.

"This side."

Pei Changqing pointed with his chin toward his uninjured right arm.

Jiang Yuechu had no choice but to circle around and laboriously drape his right arm across her slender shoulders.

So heavy!

Almost his entire weight pressed down on her, making Jiang Yuechu stagger. They nearly tumbled to the ground together.

She clenched her teeth and summoned every ounce of strength she possessed, barely managing to haul him upright.

Pei Changqing was a large man. Most of his body now leaned against her, his feet dragging along the ground, every step agonizingly difficult.

"Where... where do we go...?" Jiang Yuechu asked, panting.

"South."

Jiang Yuechu said nothing more, concentrating on dragging the bastard step by step in the direction he indicated.

But they had only taken a few steps.

When a strange sound came from behind them.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

At that moment, both Jiang Yuechu and Pei Changqing went rigid.

Then came a long sigh.

"Hah..."

"Stop running."

"Where do you think you can run in this godforsaken wilderness?"

Jiang Yuechu felt as though heaven refused to leave her even a single path to survival.

Everyone said the dead could not return to life...

But nobody told me that applied to demons!

Her grip abruptly loosened as she forgot to support him.

"Ugh!"

The gravely wounded Pei Changqing groaned beside her and fell flat on the ground.

But he had no mind to blame her.

Every trace of color drained from Pei Changqing's face, his eyes fixed on the figure slowly rising nearby.

The enormous, bloody hole in the Tiger Demon's chest remained horrifying.

Yet he twisted his thick neck with a series of cracks and pops as though he were a perfectly healthy man... or rather, a perfectly healthy demon.

He looked at the dumbstruck pair and grinned.

"Surprised...?"

"Did you truly think a few third-rate Demon-Suppression Guards and a mere squad leader like you could kill me?"

Cold sweat seeped down Pei Changqing's back.

How was this possible?

His earlier strike had clearly pierced the Tiger Demon's heart.

He had spent years slaying demons. There was no possibility he had mistaken it.

Yet apart from the hideous, bloody hole in his chest, the Tiger Demon before him showed not the slightest weakness.

Unless...

A thought rose from the depths of Pei Changqing's heart.

This demon already had one foot in the bone-resonance realm!

It was said that demons cultivated differently from human martial artists.

Once their sinews and bones resonated in unison, they could awaken their innate divine abilities!

Some could regenerate from a drop of blood; others could manipulate illusions. Their powers were bizarre beyond measure.

But why would a Great Demon like this appear here?

How could a mere group of prisoners being exiled to the frontier warrant his personal intervention?

Was he here to abduct someone?

Yet he clearly did not care whether these prisoners lived or died.

In that lightning-flash instant, Pei Changqing had no time to think further.

He forcibly roused the final surging wisp of vital blood within him, heedless of whatever hidden injuries it might leave afterward, and bent to retrieve a saber at his feet that had belonged to some fallen colleague.

"Die!"

With a furious roar, Pei Changqing hurled himself forward, his saber cleaving savagely toward the Tiger Demon's neck.

And yet.

The Tiger Demon neither dodged nor retreated. He raised his right leg, striking second but arriving first, and thrust out a kick.

Bam!

A dull impact rang out.

Pei Changqing flew backward and slammed heavily into the ground at Jiang Yuechu's feet, his saber falling nearby.

That sight scattered the last shred of hope in Jiang Yuechu's heart like smoke in the wind.

Fuck!

I'd only just transmigrated. Becoming a helpless woman was bad enough, but now I was going straight into a demon's maw?

What the hell was this?

The Tiger Demon licked his enormous palm, his thick tongue lined with backward-facing barbs.

He was in no hurry. He even had the leisure to offer advice:

"Human life is full of suffering. Wouldn't an early release be a fine thing? Stop resisting."

"Go in peace. In time, I'll dig graves and erect headstones for you all. That, too, will count as doing good and accumulating virtue."

"..."

Screw you!

How many minutes had it even been since she transmigrated?

If she died like this, she would definitely make Tomato's list of the most pathetic transmigrators.

And take the top spot.

Just as Jiang Yuechu sank into utter despair.

An ancient-looking illustrated scroll slowly unfurled before her eyes.

Lines of golden text appeared, one after another.

[Host: Jiang Yuechu]

[Realm: mortal realm]

[Martial arts: none]

[Dao cultivation: zero (Slay living creatures to obtain the corresponding dao cultivation.

By expending dao cultivation, you can use demon blood as ink and the Hundred Demons Register as your canvas to depict their forms and seize their divine abilities.

It can also be applied to your own moves to unleash, in a single use, power equivalent to the corresponding number of years of dao cultivation.)]

This... this was...

A cheat?!

Having read countless webnovels in her previous life, she was naturally familiar with the concept.

But what good was this cheat now?

Slay living creatures? Obtain dao cultivation?

Where was she supposed to get dao cultivation?!

Was she, a mortal too weak to truss a chicken, supposed to slay that Tiger Demon?

Jiang Yuechu drew a deep breath, bent down, and picked up the straight saber lying on the ground.

Its hilt still held a trace of warmth.

"Cough..."

Pei Changqing had actually regained consciousness. Opening his eyes, he happened to see the girl's back as she stood holding the saber.

Bitterness filled his face.

This woman had some courage, at least.

Unfortunately, she was still just a mantis raising its arms against a chariot.

How could a mortal body wrest even a sliver of survival from the hands of such a demon?

The Tiger Demon watched with interest. "Even ants cling to life. Surely you don't still intend to..."

But Jiang Yuechu did not look at the Tiger Demon.

Her head was lowered, her long hair covering most of her face.

Her arm trembled slightly.

That line of text stood out with perfect clarity in her mind.

Slay living creatures to obtain dao cultivation.

Out here in the wilderness, aside from that unkillable Tiger Demon, the only living creature left...

Was the dying man at her feet.

"I'm sorry..."

Those softly spoken words made Pei Changqing freeze.

"What...?"

But before he could work out what she meant.

The next second.

Squish.

The long blade sank into his chest.

Straight saber

Three mortal realms: string-hearing-bone-resonance realm-core formation