The King of Suicide Spots

Fusang, the Aokigahara Sea of Trees.

This is a forested area located on the southwestern slope of Mount Fuji.

In ancient Fusang, the nearby residents often abandoned their elderly relatives and newborn girls in the forest due to poverty, leaving them to starve to death.

Starting in the 1960s, the site became famous after a local novelist designed it as a suicide location and made a film about it, which then spread widely and attracted many curious people.

Moreover, this area is rich in geothermal energy, has dense forests, and has highly similar terrain.

The underground is rich in magnetite, so compasses and similar instruments will basically fail here.

The entire forest exudes the aura of a suicide hotspot.

Whether people genuinely intend to commit suicide or simply come to check off their travels and explore, they all contribute to the place's notoriety.

This has made the entire Aokigahara Sea of Trees a dominant suicide spot worldwide!

It is said that since the 1990s, locals have organized a body search team every autumn, and they have found at least a hundred bodies each year. However, the exact number each year has not been disclosed.

However, even the most powerful ruler will eventually face challenges.

As the Spirit Realm draws ever closer to reality, the Aokigahara Sea of Trees is teeming with vengeful spirits and monsters. Many martial artists, priestesses, and sorcerers come here to train and hone their skills.

The priestess and the sorcerer monk both had families and their paths of cultivation were not so focused on combat.

Those martial artists were the ones who caused the most damage to the atmosphere of this suicide hotspot.

Boxing, karate, judo, sumo, kendo, taekwondo, and many other martial arts masters, as well as many foreign martial arts styles, come here drawn by its reputation.

Now, in this entire forest, you can walk a few hundred steps and bump into a living person bumping into a tree, or entangled in vines, practicing Jujutsu, completely absorbed, with a suspicious blush on their face.

Hoho ha hey! Hehehehe!! Heave-ho heave-ho!!

There were also fights, physical collisions, and the sounds of bodies colliding in various ways were common in the forest.

Even at higher elevations in the Mount Fuji, some people have fenced off a circular area next to hot springs.

Two burly sumo wrestlers are fighting and performing in a circle.

There were also eleven maids, several low tables, and cushions by the hot spring.

With his silver hair and thick beard, golden-red eyes, and thin cheeks, Xiade sat cross-legged in the main seat, wearing a white shirt and casual trousers.

Not far away, an elderly man with a round face and wearing Xiong Zuoqu, was urging Xiade to eat.

"This is a premium wasabi sauce made by our renowned sauce Immortal in the culinary world. Please, Your Highness, try it."

"Immortal?"

Grand Duke Xiade's leisurely gaze shifted slightly, and he said with displeasure, "The title ' Immortal ' sounds extremely unpleasant, yet why are there so many people here calling Immortal?"

Xiong Zuoqu immediately stood up, bowed, and explained, "This is merely a praise for craftsmanship, a form of publicity for focusing on a particular profession and achieving success."

"Since the Grand Duke doesn't like to hear this, I will order that this kind of propaganda be toned down."

Grand Duke Xiade nodded, picked up the dish of mustard sauce in front of him, and tasted it.

To be honest, the sauce was quite good, but Grand Duke Xiade's gaze was more focused on the martial artists in the sea of trees.

The soul and spirit of these people are quite intriguing, and when they are processed into a spicy flavor, the spiciness is quite potent.

Grand Duke Xiade, thinking of this, stuck out his foot-long tongue, licked it in the air, and then pulled it back into his mouth.

He was savoring the spiritual energy emanating from those martial artists, considering which ones to eat today.

"I'd heard long ago that the bear demons here eat well, but after arriving in Fusang, I realized you really do eat that well."

Grand Duke Xiade exclaimed, "Once things are settled in San Francisco, let Xiama come over and enjoy a few days of good food too!"

Xiong Zuoqu chuckled, "We never had such good food before. We ate mostly weak, bony humans, like stale rice—it had no chewiness and sometimes even tasted moldy."

"Since we pledged allegiance to the Supreme God, we've become more confident and assertive, receiving a constant stream of secret techniques and skills, replacing so many important human officials."

"That's when we found out that these humans also eat people, and they've come up with all sorts of ways to do so. The little bears in our tribe are still quite innocent, and some of them have just developed intelligence. I don't dare let them become human, for fear that if they indulge in too much pleasure, they'll revert to their true forms. So I just let them stay in the mountains and eat human heads, that's all I can do."

As the Old Xiong demon spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

"The little bears in the tribe have suffered, they've lived through poverty. Now they have such a good life, and I have plenty of people to support, but I still dare not spend money recklessly."

Hearing this, Xiade felt a sense of resonance and gently patted the table.

Bang!!

The exquisite porcelain vases and dishes on the table trembled, drawing the attention of the maids who looked over nervously.

The two sumo bears performing were so nervous that their cheeks were covered Shangdu bristles.

"Don't worry."

Xiade promised, "Once the elite troops from San Francisco arrive and are stationed here, establishing a production line for Familiar Puppet, you will soon be able to completely control this place, eat your fill, and squander as much as you want."

However, at this point, Xiade's gaze turned to the other old men present.

They were all elderly men in kimonos, some of them quite plump, but all clearly much smaller than the Old Xiong demon.

"Gentlemen, we're going to eat people without restraint. You won't have any reservations about that, will you?"

Everyone quickly shook their heads.

One of the old monks stood up angrily.

"Your Excellency, you are insulting us. Although we have not yet become members of the High God's race, but have only transformed into descendants of the Bear Mountain God, we are still, in a way, second-class citizens."

"To be bothered by those peasants is to insult our noble spirit of following God!"

The old monk said resolutely, "If the Duke continues to distrust us, we will commit seppuku here to prove our loyalty."

A subtle feeling stirred within Xiade, and he became somewhat absent-minded. After listening, he did not reply.

The old monk waited a few seconds, and seeing that Xiade remained silent, his eyes suddenly showed some surprise and doubt.

No way, they're not really going to make him commit seppuku, are they? I was just kidding.

The old monk's eyes darted around, and he added, "Your Excellency, while they are edible, in my opinion, we should mainly turn them into puppets."

"After all, this place is small, and the common people here have basically never practiced cultivation. On the other hand, the country next to us has a population of over a billion, full of vigor and vitality, possesses External Elixir, and promotes cultivation education."

"We should make more puppets as soon as possible and infiltrate that country. That's the foundation for truly dominating the Human World and devouring Fortune!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present nodded in agreement, their expressions becoming excited.

Even the Old Xiong demon nodded, and seeing that Xiade had not yet answered, he laughed and said, "Is the Grand Duke perhaps hungry?"

"Very well. In the past, the Duke personally took action. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Now that we've learned a bit, let's have our men capture a few martial artists this time."

The old monk chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, the Duke is far superior to those people; there's no point in fighting him."

"That's a misconception!"

Xiade laughed, "I love bullying those who are clearly weaker than me."

"Didn't you just mention attacking a neighboring country? We can't rush that. Once we've succeeded here, we'll secretly conduct a large-scale trade with the Ghost Mother Clan, helping them create several large-scale Overflow Zone in that country—"

After saying those few words, he seemed a little dazed again, and the feeling in his heart intensified.

Gomorrah?!

Xiade's expression changed slightly. "How come you suddenly combined the Fireground Formation Disk into Gomorrah?"

He grabbed a chopstick from the table, made a hand seal with his left hand, bent his index and ring fingers while keeping the other three fingers upright like a mountain, and swept it across the chopstick.

Poisonous flames flowed from the chopsticks, like a piece of molten lava, as they were thrown to the ground.

Chopsticks, with one end square and the other round, symbolize the roundness of heaven and the squareness of earth, and can be used to communicate between humans and ghosts. They are also the most convenient external medium for those skilled in magic to command ghost servants and demons.

With Xiade's cultivation level and mastery of various secret techniques, his strength surpasses that of Grand Master Xiama. He can summon ordinary Familiar Puppet with a single thought.

He used the chopsticks at this moment to summon a special puppet that had been sent deep into the magma of Mount Fuji for nurturing.

The moment the chopsticks hit the ground, a cloud of thick smoke erupted from the ground.

A pungent sulfurous odor permeated the air.

Amidst the thick smoke, a Spirit Body warrior wearing a black rhinoceros helmet knelt on one knee, holding the chopsticks in both hands as if they were an imperial edict.

Xiade said, "Quickly sense Gomorrah and borrow Gomorrah perspective."

This rhinoceros warrior is a type of Familiar Puppet created by modifying and shortening the true form of Gomorrah.

Because refining such a treasure requires not only profound knowledge but also strong cultivation, Xiama has not yet had the opportunity to refine it since arriving in the real world.

Xiade Duke Hart sculpted the prototype of this puppet during the Yellowstone Volcano activity, and then brought it to Fusang to nurture it with the lava from Mount Fuji.

Upon receiving the order, a beam of eerie blue light was projected from the puppet rhinoceros horn, forming a rectangular screen in mid-air.

What appeared on the screen were the canopies of several redwood trees and the view of distant mountain peaks.

"Um?"

"Why isn't Gomorrah moving? Isn't Xiama controlling it to fight?" Xiade asked doubtfully.

The rhinoceros warrior sensed from afar that Gomorrah was indeed uncontrolled, so he lowered his head.

Gomorrah received the new instructions and slowly lowered its head.

There are signs of battle in the redwood forest.

A shirtless man, as muscular as a polar bear, clutched his chest and slumped down.

The person who killed the shirtless man seemed to be standing between Gomorrah's feet.

Gomorrah lowered his head further and further, his eyes peering into that area.

Buzz!!

On the rectangular screen, the scenery that had been moving in sync with the giant beast's vision suddenly stopped.

The next instant.

A face appeared out of nowhere, suddenly flashing across the entire screen.