"You're asking for it!"
Upon hearing Xu Long's words, the Old Weasel flew into a rage and charged forward despite the four curses.
"Die!"
The roar was filled with boundless rage and chilling killing intent, determined to tear Xu Long to shreds.
As a demon, this was the first time he had fought so openly and honestly.
In the past, when encountering enemies, they were either weaker than him, whom he could suppress by force, or stronger than him, whom he could hide underground.
Although Xu Long's cultivation level was only at the Body Integration Stage, he gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
Under normal circumstances, he would never confront them head-on, but would instead hide and wait for the right moment to strike.
But in today's situation, we have no choice.
If this delay continues, this aristocratic family will Miejue.
boom!
The massive body pressed down, but failed to harm Xu Long in the slightest.
Invisible barriers blocked his way, and the patriarch of the aristocratic family forcibly shattered more than thirty of them before being stopped.
"Who exactly are you? Why are you so ruthless?"
The weasel roared angrily, its eyes turning blood red.
"Ruthless? Compared to you, I'm as kind as Saint!"
Xu Long snorted coldly and said, "You treat humans like animals, and you have the nerve to criticize me?"
"Bullshit! Humans are food! They're lucky to have been eaten by Laozi; they've earned it over countless lifetimes."
Upon hearing Xu Long's words, the weasel flew into a rage.
"That's right, that's what I think too. To be wiped out by me is something you've earned through hundreds of lifetimes of good deeds."
Xu Long grinned maliciously.
Kung Fu Hustle just those two short sentences, almost all the weasels with cultivation levels below the Nascent Soul Stage were dead.
Even the few exceptionally talented ones have turned into hedgehogs.
"Father..."
A weak shout came, causing the weasel's expression to change drastically.
It was a minor demon in the Spirit Severing Stage, and under Xu Long's curse, countless bone spurs pierced through its flesh and skin.
Numerous cells mutated into worms, frantically devouring normal flesh, causing the Little Yellow excruciating pain, a state where it could neither live nor die.
If it weren't for the fact that its body was completely out of its control, it would even have tried to end its own life.
"My little one, my little one..."
The Old Weasel let out a mournful howl; although it was extremely shameless and cruel, it was very good to its own children.
Seeing the Little Yellow's pitiful state, tears streamed down my face.
"I want you dead... I want you dead..."
The Old Weasel did not try to save its child, because as long as Xu Long lived, the curse would not stop.
Or to put it another way, he couldn't break the curse before Xu Long died, and the only way he could think of was to kill Xu Long.
But is that even possible?
Even if he could actually kill Xu Long, wouldn't Xu Long just run away?
In the time it would take to fight, all the other weasels would have been dead.
The battle was unequal from the start; when Xu Long arrived, their fates were already sealed.
"One bone spur after another pierces through flesh and skin, turning you into a hedgehog. Watching helplessly as a swarm of insects tear you apart, yet you're powerless to stop them—isn't that exhilarating? Isn't that satisfying?"
Xu Long's lips curled into a mocking smile. These alien races should have Miejue long ago.
You're asking for it!
Squeezing each word out from between his teeth, the Old Weasel wished he could devour Xu Long alive.
When the curse struck, he knew he couldn't kill Xu Long.
But he was deeply unwilling to accept it. Such a vast clan, with thousands of members, one of the five strongest demon clans in the world—just gone like that?
Although with his strength, he could rebuild as long as he didn't die.
Where can we find a female who can withstand the power of his bloodline?
Of the other four demon families, only the Tushan Clan's patriarch is female, and that old fox is very picky, never giving him a second glance.
The difficulty of having descendants and passing on the bloodline is much greater than imagined.
"If you keep bastardizing, those little bastards might really all die."
Xu Long smiled, his face full of mockery.
To be honest, he really enjoyed watching his enemies struggle in pain.
This makes him feel that what he's doing is right, and it makes him feel very good.
The more miserable the enemy is, the happier he feels.
"Good! Very good!"
The Old Weasel's chest heaved wildly with rage, and air burst forth from its body, creating a deafening explosion.
Clearly, this old monster was enraged to the extreme, and might even be planning to fight to the death.
However, Xu Long was not afraid of him fighting desperately at all; on the contrary, he was afraid that Xu Long would not fight desperately.
In combat, he's never been afraid of anyone, but if the enemy runs away, that's a real nuisance.
But this time is different; it doesn't matter if they run away.
After using a large amount of Spirit Rhyme, Xu Long's soul power grew stronger and stronger.
He now vaguely felt that he had touched a threshold, and his intuition told him that as long as he crossed it, he could condense his own will, and even his soul could be transformed into True Spirit.
Having undergone three soul transformations before reaching the Innate Realm, Xu Long once again stepped forward on the path.
He must transform his soul into True Spirit before becoming an immortal, and condense his will before becoming a saint.
The Heavenly Book is incredibly profound and is of utmost importance.
If he can obtain it, then his goal will be more or less accomplished.
"Die!"
The Old Weasel finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, it lunged at Xu Long.
Its momentum was deafening, its aura soaring to the heavens.
Like Mount Tai collapsing, like rivers and oceans overturning.
If it were an ordinary person, they might use all their strength to defend themselves.
But who is Xu Long? He's the kind of guy who'd rather piss in the latrine than face outwards.
He stood still, showing no intention of dodging.
What's this called?
That's what you call being an idiot!
Of course, it would be considered stupid on someone else, but definitely not on Xu Long.
Because he had already seen through the Old Weasel's attack; its tattered skin was merely a feigned attack, while its true form had already burrowed underground.
"If you had chosen to fight me head-on, I might have put in some effort. But choosing to run away is simply incredibly stupid."
The Old Weasel's massive body rammed into the air, shattering over three hundred Soul Crystal Wall.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
The shattered Soul Crystal Wall transformed into countless sharp blades, riddling the Old Weasel's body with holes.
Coupled with the four curses, this body, brimming with soaring blood energy, rapidly decayed.
As a thrifty and hardworking man, Xu Long wouldn't just stand by and watch the Old Weasel's body go to waste.
With a wave of his hand, the soaring energy of blood and qi condensed into a ball the size of a fist.
If it is devoured by other demons, a new head of the aristocratic family will immediately be born.
Of course, this is on the premise that one can withstand the risk of dying from body explosion.
However, if a powerful figure like Xu Long were to help, the difficulty would be reduced to almost zero.
"You dare to run away when you're under a curse?"
Xu Long sneered and made another Curse Talisman.
This is actually quite normal. Weasels are inherently sinister and ghostly creatures, and these inferior beings never initiate direct combat.
They either bully others by abusing their power or launch sneak attacks.
In those legends and stories, aren't weasels always depicted as sneaking around?
Even spirits with cultivation levels will steal chickens when people aren't looking.
The Old Weasel always believed that if it could ambush, it should never fight head-on, even when the Good People Bureau attacked its door.
They all hid underground, waiting for the experts from the Good People Bureau to leave before slaughtering the ordinary humans.
Such behavior is exactly the same as that of Hanguo soldiers.
Unfortunately for him, he'd run into a tough opponent this time. Xu Long wasn't afraid of him escaping at all.
"Let them run if they want; I'm too lazy to chase them anyway."
A sinister smile crept across Xu Long's lips. As his words fell, the talisman in his hand spontaneously combusted without fire, its eerie aura spreading outwards.
"Ah!"
The next instant, a shrill scream suddenly rang out from underground.
Countless bone spurs emerged, piercing the Old Weasel and leaving it riddled with holes.
In addition, the refined, pure flesh and blood suddenly began to mutate, and countless tiny insects, invisible to the naked eye, began to devour it frantically.
Flesh, energy, bones—everything was devoured by them.
That wasn't all; a terrifying chill suddenly appeared, making the Old Weasel shiver.
"How is this possible! This body is the essence of my flesh and blood, with seventy percent of my power concentrated here. Once it grows stronger, I have a very high chance of breaking through the current limitations and reaching a higher level. How could this be?"
The Old Weasel's face was full of disbelief. He desperately wanted to ask Xu Long how he had done it, but he also knew that Xu Long would never tell him.
Unable to break through the opponent's defense twice in a row, the curse alone caused him a major setback.
This human was far more powerful than he had imagined; even the heads of those herbivorous demon families were probably no match for him.
Even now, the Old Weasel still harbors illusions.
After all, he's used to fighting secretly, and he simply doesn't have the courage to fight openly against a strong opponent he's 99% likely to lose.
This delay cost him his life forever.
An extremely terrifying sense of crisis suddenly arose, and the Old Weasel felt everything go black before its eyes, and then it completely lost consciousness.
"Hehe... hehe..."
The Old Weasel drooled and kept grinning foolishly, showing no reaction to the thorns growing on its bones and the deformities in its flesh.
Once he loses consciousness, he becomes an idiot, and death is only a matter of time.
[Defeat the Huang Clan Head! Obtain the treasure chest "Huang"!]
Opening the treasure chest yielded a decent reward, even without any equipment.
[Gained 10 strands of Spirit Rhyme!]
[Received 500 High-Grade Spirit Stone!]
[Obtained Blood Yang Crystal!]
Name: Spirit Rhyme
Level: None
Type: Heirloom/Consumable/Other
Origin: Reincarnation Temple
Effect:
1. Restores soul depletion and repairs damage caused by the backlash of laws. It can also be used to enhance soul strength and has a small chance of advancing the soul to True Spirit.
Note: Spirit Rhyme is the energy necessary for cultivation at the Immortal Realm and above, produced by certain unique spiritual plants of heaven and earth.
Name: Blood Yang Crystal
Level: None
Type: Heirloom/Consumable/Other
Origin: The Secrets of the Heavenly Book
Effect:
1. Contains powerful blood and qi energy. If a human or demon uses it, the human will inherit the power and memories of the Huang Clan Head. If a demon uses it, a violent conflict will occur, with a very high chance of death. If the cultivation Body Integration Stage, there is a high chance of them exploding and dying.
Note: Pure Qi and blood power is the only way to fight against kings and nobles.
At this time, Xiong Yamato, Tina, and other Guardian Spirit went to the Earth Realm with Yinglong, so he used all the Spirit Rhyme for himself.
As for Blood Yang Crystal, Xu Long had a bold idea.
May has arrived, and spring is in full bloom.
Biantao County is a small place located on the edge of Youzhou. Although it is not a large place, it has attracted many merchants and travelers because of the production of various medicinal herbs.
In Biantao County, there was a Xiang Clan who monopolized the entire medicinal herb business.
Under normal circumstances, after a monopoly is established, the next step is to amass wealth.
After all, capitalists everywhere are all the same; they only care about themselves and don't care about the lives of others.
But the head of the Xiang Clan was different. He was charitable and kind-hearted, often helping the poor and trying to improve their lives.
It is said that the Xiang Clan was once very poor.
They were starving and cold, and her older sister starved to death because of lack of food.
He wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for the help of the local people.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to be noticed by a passing martial artist who took him on a journey around the world.
Returning after twenty years, he had acquired considerable martial Kung Fu Hustle and a wealth of medical knowledge.
He started as a small-time drug dealer and gradually became the largest drug merchant in Biantao County.
Most of the mountain villagers and individual farmers had received his help, while merchants from other places simply couldn't get their hands on the medicinal herbs.
Even if the price is raised, few people are willing to sell.
Furthermore, the Xiang Clan's prices for medicine were not low, so no one could break the existing market.
At the Xiang Clan's training grounds, the family head Xiang Tianliang, was supervising the guards' drills.
"Master, the young master is awake."
A maid came over, her face full of excitement.
"You're awake? Quickly, go and wake the madam!"
After saying that, Xiang Tianliang hurriedly ran to his son's room.
That was his only son, who had always stayed at home studying and writing.
A few days ago, the big willow tree in the yard suddenly turned into a demon. Although it managed to escape, it unfortunately fell while running away, hitting its head on the ground and immediately passed out.
He himself was the best doctor in Biantao County, so he naturally knew that the hope of waking up was extremely slim.
Upon hearing the news from the maid, even someone as experienced as Xiang Tianliang was still incredibly excited.
When Xiang Tianliang arrived at his son's room, he found that his son had already woken up.
However, his expression was very confused, and the way he looked at me was completely unfamiliar.
Could it be...?
Xiang Tianliang skipped a beat. Had he accidentally damaged his brain?
It's good that he woke up at all; if he's mentally impaired, so be it.
Next month, we'll arrange for him to take in a few wives and concubines, so he can quickly produce an heir for the Xiang Clan.
Anyway, even an idiot can do what they're supposed to do; procreation has little to do with intelligence.
"Son, are you feeling unwell?"
Xiang Tianliang grasped Xiang Yang's hand and asked with concern.
"Are you my father?"
Xiang Yang was very confused. He remembered that he was about to go to bed when he lost his grip and fell.
What's the situation now?
Where am I?
Who is this father in front of me?
"Yes, he speaks clearly and logically, his mind isn't damaged, he probably just has amnesia."
Thinking of this, Xiang Tianliang immediately felt relieved.
"Son, I'm your father!"
"You're my dad? Laozi 'm your dad!"