Ten minutes ago—
Chen Huai’an watched Luo Haisheng’s body wither into bones under the morning light.
He reached out to remove the cigarette butt from the skull’s mouth.
“I hate people like you the most.” Chen Huai’an murmured to the hollow eye sockets of the wuzzy beard, “Always shouting about protection and redemption, doing those self-satisfying things. Who cares about you? How long will your name be remembered? People must think for themselves. If not, heaven and earth will destroy them. Now, you’re destroyed.”
“You’re just a gambler,” he sneered at the nutrient pod reduced to ashes, “using yourself as a chip to save my life? Did you ask me if I wanted to take on this game?”
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the illusion of tobacco smoke.
Chen Huai’an clenched the biological pod’s arm tightly, electricity sparking between his fingers, “What did you say about treating me like a godson… Now, I can’t even offer incense to your remains!”
Scattered around the autopsy table were reports analyzing Luo Haisheng’s ashes.
He grabbed a nearby petri dish, placing the dark red demon dragon cell sample on the glass. The viscous tissue fluid flowed down in patterns resembling raindrops, reflecting his eyes filled with lightning.
“The live cancer cells you risked your life to give me are now playing Russian roulette with the demon dragon remnants.”
Chen Huai’an pressed his forehead against the cold glass, gritting his teeth:
“Do you know what’s the most ironic? You gave them away, and added some private stuff too. These cells, when they consume the demon dragon cells, play the radio of you humming tunes while smoking— they actually sing ‘Sweethoney’ in my cerebrum!”
Lightning tore through the night sky.
The demon dragon cells in the petri dish proliferated wildly.
But they vanished into ashes upon touching Chen Huai’an’s finger.
He stared at the drifting embers,
faintly seeing Luo Haisheng’s temple pierced by neural probes in his final moments.
Chen Huai’an calmed down, putting a diamond-shaped crystal into his bag. According to Xiang Xiaoyuan, this crystal contained part of Luo Haisheng’s separated consciousness.
Only uncertain if these consciousnesses were effective.
Thus, the crystal was merely a hope.
With the continuous recovery of spiritual energy, there might be a future method to reassemble and awaken these consciousnesses.
But not now.
“Beard, don’t think you can just leave it at that.
I don’t owe anyone favors, nor do I recognize anyone as a godfather.
So, one day, you must come back to life for me… to apologize in my mind for ‘Sweethoney’!”
He glanced one last time at the ashes in the biological pod.
Then turned to leave.
…
Outside, Xiang Xiaoyuan still had red eyes. Seeing Chen Huai’an, she quickly wiped her eyes and handed him a badge, “Director Luo made this badge when he first met you, hoping you would become one of his team members.”
Chen Huai’an took the badge. On the front was the swirling ‘An’, and on the back was the Demon-Slaying Division emblem—a sword slashed from the flames, followed by the number. This number was likely added by the wuzzy beard after Chen Huai’an became a containment item.
“Thanks.” Chen Huai’an nodded to Xiang Xiaoyuan.
Just then, an arrogant voice echoed from the conference hall at the end of the corridor.
This was the Demon-Slaying Division.
Who dared to swagger here?
He walked to the door and saw three people sitting opposite Zhao Ying: an old man and two middle-aged men, dressed in black-and-white martial arts uniforms. Their faces showed no humility expected of martial artists but arrogance and disdain.
“… Then give us Chen Huai’an. We are very interested in the corpse of this Resurrector. If not, give us his Companion Spirit Item.”
Clan.
Chen Huai’an almost instantly recognized their identities.
With the Breath Control Technique, the Demon-Slaying Division could be considered a top-tier force. Only clans could stand equal to them, and even look down on them.
But so what if they were clans?
They actually want his Companion Spirit Item?
Laughable!
“Who’s calling me a corpse?” He walked straight in, leaning against the door frame, staring at the old man, “Old man, living that long isn’t easy… Cursing me as a corpse? Do you want to die now?”
“How dare you!” The old man’s two middle-aged men were enraged, rushing toward Chen Huai’an from left and right. As they approached, they attacked directly, fingers curled into claws, emitting a tiger roar.
“Tiger Form Fist?” Chen Huai’an scoffed, “Better call it sick cat’s claw.”
He channeled spiritual energy into his palm, electricity flickering, colliding with the two men’s tiger claws.
Boom!
With the thunderclap.
Both middle-aged men flew backward, clutching their charred hands and rolling in pain.
Thanks to the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, he was fortunate to transform his single Thunder Spirit Root into a single Purple Sun Thunder Spirit Root.
Before, thunder spiritual energy didn’t significantly affect him since he was merely a Qi Refiner. But now, any offensive technique involving spiritual energy would be imbued with Purple Sun Thunder energy, which was powerful, paralyzing, and explosive, especially effective against evil spirits.
His mood was already bad.
Now, this clan was asking for trouble.
“Are you Chen Huai’an?” The old man’s face froze for a moment when he saw his subordinates beaten, then quickly smiled, “Sorry, Mr. Chen. The Corpse King Emperor Jiang was fierce, and I thought no one would survive in his hands. Seeing you now, I realize what it means for heroes to emerge young… How about joining our Lin Family as a guest scholar? Our resources far surpass those of the Demon-Slaying Division.”
With the emergence of mysterious forces like Kunlun Celestial Palace and Great Thunder Sound Temple recruiting geniuses worldwide, this was a significant opportunity.
If a clan could produce a genius recognized by these mysterious forces, it would bring prosperity to the entire family!
Chen Huai’an was undoubtedly a genius.
Regardless of his actual abilities, just killing the Corpse King Emperor Jiang and surviving was enough.
Previously, they coveted his Companion Spirit Item.
Now that they found Chen Huai’an alive, their target shifted to him personally.
Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan, standing at the door, held their breaths, anxiously watching Chen Huai’an.
They genuinely feared Chen Huai’an would agree.
C Province’s Demon-Slaying Division had suffered heavy losses. Without a backbone, it could be gradually replaced by clans.
Chen Huai’an stared at the old man for a while, then smirked.
“So, do you have money?”
“Money?” The old man was stunned, slapping his leg and laughing, “Yes! How much does Mr. Chen want?”
Chen Huai’an hesitated, shyly extending ten fingers.
“Ten thousand?” The old man shook his head, smiling bitterly, “Mr. Chen, don’t underestimate my Lin Family. Today, I’ll give you one million!”
“No, no, no.”
Chen Huai’an grinned, showing his big white teeth, “You’re wrong, old man…
I want, one, hundred, billion!”
