Slaughtering Demon Spirits in a Frenzy, Plundering Demon Points

Chu He and Yang An walked toward the Demon Suppression Prison.

The guards at the entrance did not stop them, since the tokens at their waists already identified them. Besides:

This was the Demon Suppression Bureau's Yun Province headquarters, with countless powerhouses stationed here. No one dared cause trouble. Moreover, the real guards were inside.

The moment they entered the Demon Suppression Prison-

The temperature plummeted. A heavy stench of blood assaulted their noses, while faint roars and screams sounded in waves.

"Brother Chu, calm..."

Yang An had just been about to tell Chu He to calm his mind and not let the surroundings affect him, only to discover that Chu He's expression was composed, his eyes revealing excitement, longing, and greed.

Holy shit.

Another lunatic.

Anyone who could remain so composed on his first visit to the Demon Suppression Prison, even showing longing, was definitely a slaughter-crazed lunatic.

"So many presences of First Grade demons." Chu He greedily took two deep breaths of the bloody stench, then turned with a menacing smile. "What did you just say?"

"I said... quietly, I'll leave you. Go find a suitable target to deal with yourself!" Yang An curled his lips and headed straight deeper inside.

He muttered under his breath:

"Fuck, what rotten luck. I thought I could befriend someone useful, but he turned out to be a slaughter-crazed lunatic who even likes taking in underlings."

"Forming cliques. Small-time stuff."

Chu He shook his head as he watched Yang An's retreating figure.

The other man's intentions were obvious: he merely wanted to find a few geniuses from the same intake and form an alliance of shared interests, thereby gaining a foothold in the Demon Suppression Bureau.

In the future.

Once they had grown, they would form a fairly sizable faction. There was no telling how much power they might wield, but they could steadily secure some small benefits. This, too, was a way to survive.

However.

To Chu He, it was utterly useless.

He wanted to rise madly as an unparalleled monstrous genius, breaking through all the way with the momentum of splitting bamboo, straight to the pinnacle.

As the saying went: those who walked different paths could not make plans together!

Simply put: you're too weak. I'm not playing with you!

Afterward.

Chu He swiftly explored the first floor of the Demon Suppression Prison, encountering quite a few Demon Suppression Guards who had come to slay demons.

Yet they barely spoke. Everyone looked tense, because the mortality rate for this trial was far from low. In fact, according to the statistics, a third of graded Demon Suppression Guards died inside the prison.

The entire first floor of the Demon Suppression Prison was broadly divided into four major sections: demon spirits, evil demons, ghosts, and strange entities.

Furthermore.

They were also divided by habitat. For instance, demons living in water were rated one level higher, because humans were ill-suited to fighting underwater.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

At the demon spirit section's office, a prison guard sitting cross-legged in cultivation heard the knocking and said without opening his eyes, "Enter."

"I'm here to take the entry trial and collect a key."

"Location?"

"Central section, Number 335. Crimson Flame Leopard."

"Crimson Flame Leopard?"

The prison guard opened his eyes and looked at the figure before him, his gaze finally settling on the squad-leader token at his waist. He asked in surprise:

"You're Chu He?"

"You know me?"

Chu He was a little puzzled. Although he had stood out during this selection trial, word should not have spread this widely. Could that Sun Feng have given instructions to trip him up in secret?

As though seeing Chu He's confusion, the prison guard said:

"Company Commander Zhang Wei told me. He and I joined the bureau together, more or less, but my talent was ordinary, so I ended up guarding the Demon Suppression Prison."

"He said they'd recruited a promising seedling this time, whose future achievements could surpass his own. He also said to look after you if you came here for the trial."

The prison guard smiled. "I just didn't expect you to come so soon. Mid First Grade-you certainly accumulated a strong foundation beforehand."

Though somewhat shocked by the speed of Chu He's breakthrough, he did not dwell on it. Such cases were quite common in the Demon Suppression Bureau's history.

Usually, they relied on over a decade of prior accumulation to attain the Dao in a single day and make rapid breakthroughs. There were even legends of martial arts experts reaching Peak First Grade within a day, though their progress afterward would return to normal.

"The Crimson Flame Leopard ranks among the strongest at Mid First Grade. It's challenging, but dangerous too. Why don't you try something with weaker offensive power first? For example, a Flame Pig, a Frost Rat..."

The prison guard rattled off a dozen or so demons whose names alone made them sound relatively easy to handle.

"Sir, would it cause any trouble if a few demons in the prison died for no apparent reason?"

Chu He suddenly asked.

The prison guard waved a hand. "No. Over a hundred demons die here every day. Some are killed by trial-takers like you, while others die for no apparent reason. As long as there aren't too many, they all count as normal losses."

"That makes things easy."

Chu He gave a menacing smile and said:

"How about this? I'll challenge the Crimson Flame Leopard first. If I can't beat it, I'll retreat immediately and challenge the weaker ones."

"That works."

The prison guard nodded and took out eight or nine keys. "These are the keys to the demons' cells in that area. Take them all with you to save yourself the trouble of coming back and forth. Try to pick the weaker ones."

Clearly.

He really was looking after Chu He.

"Thank you, sir."

Chu He accepted the keys. He had just been wondering whether repeatedly collecting keys would arouse the guard's suspicions, only for the guard to solve the problem first.

Come to think of it:

In fantasy novels, wasn't this usually when people made things difficult for the protagonist? Why was the script a hundred million little degrees off when it came to me?

The central section.

Cell Number 335.

The Crimson Flame Leopard lay on the floor dozing. As though sensing something, it raised its head and looked outside, issuing a series of low growls.

Crimson Flame Leopard: a Mid First Grade demon, exceptionally skilled in speed, somewhat lacking in endurance, with powerful killing ability!

Comment: with your combat strength, you can kill him as long as you don't get reckless. What are you still staring at? Get cracking!

Click.

Chu He unlocked the cell door.

"Roar!"

The Crimson Flame Leopard instantly lunged, the sharp claws on both forepaws shooting straight toward Chu He's head, so fast they left afterimages.

Hum...!

Chu He flicked his right hand. A dark gleam flashed straight toward its private parts. At the same time, he kicked the cell door with his right foot, using the recoil to spring thirty feet into the air.

"Awooo!"

The Crimson Flame Leopard felt a chill down below, followed by indescribable pain flooding its entire body. Both forepaws instinctively reached down to cover the spot.

At the same time.

The intense pain left the Crimson Flame Leopard no time to change direction. It slammed straight into the wall, the recoil sending it rolling over once on the spot.

"Die."

Chu He plummeted from the air, driving a punch straight into the leopard's head.

Bang!

A tremendous crash rang out.

The Crimson Flame Leopard croaked on the spot, dying a truly miserable death.

Ding! Congratulations, host, on slaying a Mid First Grade Crimson Flame Leopard. Though your methods were underhanded, the execution was perfect. Demon Points gained: 5.

"Slaying a Mid First Grade demon gives five points, while breaking through to Late First Grade takes twelve, and Peak First Grade takes twenty-four."

"Added together, that's just eight Mid First Grade demons."

"Hehehe..."

Chu He split his mouth in a wide grin, sweeping his gaze toward the other cells!

"Aah..."

"Ooh..."

"Awooo..."

When the demons saw his gaze, they felt a chill in a certain spot and began roaring wildly!

(Demons: don't come any closer! d(ŐдŐ๑))