The second trophy —— the jade thumb ring of the Porcelain Bodhisattva.
It looked like it was made of white marble, exquisitely crafted, giving a sense of ancient mystery.
Chen Huaian frowned, not because the jade thumb ring might be worthless, but because there was also a string of blurred numbers on the jade thumb ring —— ONE THREE SEVEN.
“Seems like there was also this set of numbers on the Corpse King Emperor Jiang’s soul-binding nails?”
In order to confirm that he hadn’t remembered incorrectly, Chen Huaian took out Emperor Jiang’s soul-binding nails again and compared the two trophies side by side. The number 137 on them was almost identical. If someone had carved the words on them, it must have been done by the same person.
“This is interesting.”
Chen Huaian stroked his fingers over the jade thumb ring, squinting slightly.
At first, he thought the number on Emperor Jiang’s soul-binding nails represented the 137th soul-binding nail, but now he could almost rule out that conjecture. The jade thumb ring of the Porcelain Bodhisattva didn’t need mass production like the soul-binding nails; it was just an ornament —— so this string of numbers should be some kind of serial number.
He was more inclined to think that the 137 represented the 137th Corpse King Emperor Jiang and the 137th Porcelain Bodhisattva.
But that led to another question.
Since the Corpse King Emperor Jiang and the Porcelain Bodhisattva he killed were number 137, what about the other Emperor Jiangs and Porcelain Bodhisattvas?
How many Emperor Jiangs and Porcelain Bodhisattvas are there in the world?
Will they reappear?
And… who numbered the Emperor Jiangs and the Porcelain Bodhisattvas?
Whoever or whatever their purpose was for numbering these Evil Spirits and demons?
Anyway, anyone who could achieve this must be an extremely powerful existence.
Now that he had killed both the 137th Emperor Jiang and the 137th Porcelain Bodhisattva, it was highly likely that he would attract the attention of the other party.
This did not seem to be a good thing…
“I’d better not pray for any goodwill from the person behind the scenes. From the behavior of releasing Emperor Jiang and the Porcelain Bodhisattva, nine times out of ten they will be our enemy, and my current strength is definitely no match for this person… To become stronger, one must first strengthen oneself! If I don’t want to live in fear, I need to work hard to improve my strength!”
Now, cultivating spiritual energy would promote the recovery of the cancerous Demon Dragon, so every day he was torn over whether he should practice.
Now that he has the Heavenly Demon Art, he can temporarily go down the path of physical cultivation.
Physical cultivation requires higher resource demands, and in the early stages, a large amount of elixirs are needed to build up the body.
This was originally a difficult problem to solve, but with his backing from the Sword Pavilion, and the ability to trade with Danzong and Spirit Intuition Valley, if he wanted all the resources necessary for physical cultivation, he could quickly obtain them. For example, right now, many of the elixirs made by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion can be used for physical cultivation.
In addition, he had another idea.
If the Heavenly Demon Art can refine Evil Spirits and demons, then, can it affect the cancerous Demon Dragon?
He pressed the bell by his bedside, and a nurse soon walked in.
“Governor Chen, do you need to use the restroom? I… I can help you get there… If it’s inconvenient, I can assist you…”
Chen Huaian: “…”
He silently stared at the nurse in front of him, her face flushed red.
To tell the truth, sometimes being too handsome isn’t a good thing, especially for someone like him who represents righteousness.
“I’m going to the training room, arrange it for me!” He quickly grabbed the shoes from the nurse and put them on, standing up.
The nurse tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pouted, “Then… please follow me… You’re a patient, next time let me help you with your shoes…”
“I have epilepsy, I’m afraid I’ll kick you to death.”
Chen Huaian stared straight ahead, his gaze eerily righteous.
This was the auxiliary medical point of the Demon-Slaying Division of Province J, specifically serving Demon-Slaying Masters, with many training rooms used for rehabilitation.
Chen Huaian closed the frosted glass door of the training room and just sat down on the cushion when outside came the chatter of voices. He raised his eyes and immediately felt dizzy as he saw that the area outside was already packed with nurses, almost completely surrounding the entire training room.
“Monsters, damn it, all monsters!”
Chen Huaian closed his eyes, took out a Cleansing Elixir, swallowed it, and simultaneously activated the Heavenly Demon Art.
His mind gradually calmed as he probed towards the hiding place of the demon-transformed cancer cells.
He didn’t know how many Cleansing Elixirs ordinary cultivators consumed at once, treating it merely as an enhancement tool, consuming as much as possible.
A dominant force began rampaging through his limbs and bones, coincidentally aligning with the principle of the Heavenly Demon Art of refining heaven and earth, accelerating its circulation speed.
This intense pain was not something an average person could endure.
But Chen Huaian had long suffered from cancer, having endured all sorts of hardships, making this pain insignificant.
Only to see a scorching blood mist rising around him, soon obscuring everything from the view of the nurses outside.
“Who is this handsome guy? His practice creates such a big commotion?”
“It’s Governor Chen Huaian from Province C~ That sinister aura suits him so well, he’s too handsome~”
“Ah? Isn’t Province C supposed to not have a new governor yet?”
“So what? We only recognize Baby Chen Huaian~”
…
Chen Huaian didn’t realize he had already gained a group of fangirls.
At this moment, he was using his bones and blood as a chessboard, his meridians and acupoints as lines on the board, and the active cancer cells infused with the Heavenly Demon Art as pieces, playing a game against the Demon Dragon entrenched beneath his Thunder Spirit Root.
Underneath the chessboard, the weak dragon qi was suppressed, the demon-transformed cancer cells clinging greedily to it like leeches.
“Young man, why must you fight me?
I am also a part of your body. Strengthening me is strengthening you~”
The shadow of the Demon Dragon floated opposite Chen Huaian, twisting its limbs and emitting a ferocious laugh.
Though its words sounded peaceful, its eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred.
Ever since a batch of cancer cells controlled by Chen Huaian appeared within his body, and with Chen Huaian nearly halting the cultivation of spiritual energy, its days became unbearable, trapped in a corner of the Thunder Spirit Root, unable to move, suppressed by those active cancer cells singing ‘Sweet Honey’.
“The Master is the true owner of this body, and you, nothing more than a wild dog that betrayed its master, will eventually be stewed into dog meat by the Master.” Chen Huaian moved his hand to place a piece.
Snap——!
The active cancer cells infused with demonic energy transformed into a blood wolf rampaging across the chessboard.
Originally, the active cancer cells provided by Wuzzy Beard were no match for the demon-transformed cancer cells, only able to counter with sheer numbers.
Now, with Chen Huaian’s intervention, the situation changed.
The blood wolf not only devoured the demon-transformed cancer cells but also the active ones, gradually growing into a monstrous creature.
The Demon Dragon fiercely countered, placing black pieces on the chessboard, forming a misty Flood Dragon that battled the blood wolf, the fight becoming increasingly fierce.
“It’s useless, the final result of this battle will be mutual destruction.
Your spiritual energy will be entirely consumed by the two types of cancer cells, even damaging your meridians and weakening your foundation!”
As spiritual energy was consumed, the black pieces placed by the Demon Dragon decreased.
It glanced at Chen Huaian.
It expected Chen Huaian to be at the end of his strength, but instead, Chen Huaian waved his hand.
Popping sounds of bloody chess pieces landing on the chessboard echoed, instantly making the blood wolf even larger, its eyes spewing flames, wings sprouting from its back, two lumps protruding from its neck which quickly grew into two new heads, its mighty presence filling the chessboard with malevolent energy, turning it into a hellish scene.
“You, how do you not need spiritual energy?”
The Demon Dragon stared in shock at Chen Huaian, whose body was covered in demonic patterns.
“Wild dog! Hehehe…”
Chen Huaian sat cross-legged before the chessboard, supporting his chin with one hand and pressing the other on the chessboard, revealing sharp teeth in a sinister smile.
“I am a demon, what need do I have for spiritual energy!”
