After leaving the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters, Chen Huaian sighed and looked up at the sky.
In the end, those five old men only rewarded him with fifty million credits and acknowledged his position as Governor of the Demon-Slaying Division in Province C.
The reward for eliminating a King-level Evil Spirit was no different from driving away a stray dog on the street.
“Wuzzy Beard Uncle, the Demon-Slaying Division you fought for has become such a mess. Even if you were to come back to life, you probably wouldn’t want to see it.” He stared at the dying sunset on the horizon and chuckled coldly: “Since that’s the case, let them disappear. At worst, I’ll take care of your world.”
“Governor Chen! Over here!”
Huang Gubei waved from beside the car.
Chen Huaian took one last look at the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters before walking towards the business vehicle.
The Blood Porcelain Woman deeply resented the Porcelain Bodhisattva but could not resist and was reduced to being a伥ghost. He killed the Porcelain Bodhisattva, and this Blood Porcelain Bottle used part of the Porcelain Bodhisattva’s bone ash as nourishment to conceive the Blood Porcelain Woman. Although the Blood Porcelain Woman wasn’t much fun either, she obeyed him, her benefactor.
Blood is like water added to cement.
The strength of the blood affects the strength of the Blood Porcelain Woman.
He had already dripped the blood of the Town Beast into the Blood Porcelain Bottle, where the Blood Porcelain Woman was being conceived. She would be fully formed by midnight tonight.
A Ghost Dan-stage Evil Spirit.
Compared to the Porcelain Bodhisattva, she was even more formidable. What level should she be classified as?
King-level Class A?
Or… Emperor-level?
“Governor Chen, what are you thinking about?”
Huang Gubei glanced at Chen Huaian in the rearview mirror. Those calm eyes seemed to hide an abyss. Talking to Chen Huaian was the only thing that made him feel slightly reassured; he always feared that Chen Huaian would turn into a monster at any moment.
“I’m thinking that when people get old, they should exercise their muscles more.”
“Uh, you’re right… but what if they can’t move?”
“Then they should die sooner.”
…
Demon-Slaying Division Headquarters.
“Son, I have good news. You know that King-level Evil Spirit in Jinde Town, right? It’s been killed by someone, and I’ve managed to get the spiritual artifact used to kill it!
“Just stay put in Kunlun Celestial Palace and learn divine arts from those masters. Once I finish my business here, I’ll come join you.
“With this spiritual artifact for protection, you’ll surpass other disciples in the sect!”
Wang Jingshan hung up happily.
His son, Wang Lingchuan, was a true prodigy.
At just twenty-one years old, he was accepted as a personal disciple after climbing the six thousand steps of the Heavenly Palace.
But don’t think being a personal disciple guarantees favor from the Heavenly Palace. Ten years ago, Kunlun Celestial Palace secretly recruited a group of geniuses. These geniuses cultivated within the palace for ten years, becoming very powerful. Wang Shouyi was one of them.
Although his son had great talent and decent strength, he still lacked ten years of cultivation compared to these core disciples.
However, adding some spiritual artifacts would make a difference.
Like this Blood Porcelain Bottle.
Wang Jingshan had grand ambitions. As the recovery of Spiritual Energy deepened, the world would inevitably become a place for nurturing treasures.
And he intended to make this world his and his son’s private garden.
All the good things would flow into the pockets of the Wang family, while other families would merely sip from the leftovers.
With such resources and the backing of Kunlun Celestial Palace, the Wang family would one day become the first immortal clan.
Could there be anything more exciting than this?
“There’s still some time before I enter the Heavenly Palace. Let me test this Blood Porcelain Bottle before giving it to my son.” Wang Jingshan didn’t think Chen Huaian would deceive him. At most, the Blood Porcelain Bottle might not be as powerful as claimed. As for harming him? That thought never crossed his mind.
Sitting in the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters meant standing on the side of justice.
Without his overall coordination, how could the Demon-Slaying Division achieve its current efficiency in slaying demons?
If Chen Huaian dared to harm him, he would be making an enemy of the entire world!
Even if we consider the worst-case scenario, he himself was a General-level Class A. How easy could it be to kill him?
Wang Jingshan pricked his finger and dripped a bit of blood into the porcelain bottle.
The operation of such a spiritual artifact was simple to understand – whoever’s blood it consumed would command it.
It couldn’t possibly consume the master’s blood and then kill the master, which would be absurd.
As the blood entered the porcelain bottle, the expected scene did not appear. The bottle ‘cracked’ and shook, and a streak of blood energy sprayed out.
This sight startled Wang Jingshan, causing him to step back two paces.
The dressing mirror in the office reflected his back.
Unbeknownst to him, a seductive blood-clothed woman already stood behind him. Her pale face gleamed with a glossy sheen, her tightly pursed lips only highlighted by a touch of rouge on the cupid’s bow. Her pitch-black eyes contained no whites, only chilling murderous intent.
The instant he sensed this killing intent,
Wang Jingshan felt an ominous premonition.
Not having time to think, he stepped forward and instantly drew his sword with his right hand, slashing backward in one fluid motion.
Sss—! A blue gale gathered on the blade.
This slash, unleashed in a life-or-death situation, was incredibly fierce.
The blade left a deep mark on the alloy wall but failed to hit anything.
Behind him, a gust of foul wind rushed toward him.
Wang Jingshan’s scalp tingled, his eyes wide with horror: “Damn!”
Just as he was about to turn around, a porcelain hand made of shards suddenly emerged from the bottle behind him.
Its sharp claws pierced through his body like knives, the force so great that it easily lifted his over 180-pound body.
Blood pooled on the ground.
Wang Jingshan stared in agony at the blood-soaked claw protruding from his chest, the sound of the Blood Porcelain Woman’s icy breath ringing in his ears.
“Cough cough…”
“He… how dare he… how dare he…”
The Blood Porcelain Woman remained silent, simply withdrawing her claw and throwing Wang Jingshan onto the ground.
She watched as his pupils gradually lost focus, bending down to snatch the jade pendant from his waist. Her deep eyes began to glow red.
“Kill! Kill! The master’s order is… exterminate without mercy!”
Within the Demon-Slaying Division, anyone hanging similar jade pendants around their waists was within the range of targets.
As for those outside the Demon-Slaying Division or who might manage to escape, they were not within her range.
But facing a Ghost Dan-stage Blood Porcelain Woman,
how many could actually escape?
The alarm blared sharply.
Amidst the red flashing warning lights, she advanced step by step, forming a half-meter long Blood Porcelain Sword in her hand.
Crack!
With just a gentle swing, she tore apart the metal protective wall that the Demon-Slaying Division prided itself on.
…
Meanwhile, at the Demon-Slaying Division of Province C.
Chen Huaian had already returned to Containment Room No. 0.
Though as the Governor, he had his own office, living in the containment area was far more comfortable.
There was also the acrobatic cat, the fish with beautiful legs, the running orchid grass, Babybear, and the sniper shrimp lobster keeping him company.
Such a life was worth more than a thousand pieces of gold!
He opened the electronic girlfriend game.
Chen Huaian saw Li Qingran meditating, draped in a thin silk dress, revealing most of her fair and delicate legs.
“This little girl was just at the late Foundation Stage before, and now she’s already breaking through to the Great Completion of the Foundation Stage?”
Glancing at Li Qingran’s status, Chen Huaian felt astonished.
What kind of cultivation speed was this?!
Why did he, Chen Mou, feel like he was constipated trying to advance even one level in the Qi Refinement Stage?
“It must be due to insufficient Spiritual Energy.”
Chen Huaian stroked his chin, narrowing his eyes.
How could the concentration of Spiritual Energy in the Cangyun Realm compare to the real world?
Even with his Nine-turns Spiritual Orchid, it definitely couldn’t match Li Qingran’s cultivation environment.
That was the reason for his slow cultivation speed, and it had nothing to do with insight or talent.
To accelerate his cultivation speed, he needed some mental encouragement.
Chen Huaian stared at Li Qingran’s delicate, white little feet. The skin on the top of her foot was so white it almost seemed translucent, allowing one to faintly see the veins beneath. Her sole was pinkish-white like jade stained with rouge, and her five toes resembled pearls covered with peach petals—such beautiful feet deserved some adornment.
He dialed the public phone hanging by the door.
“Governor Chen, is there something you need?” came Zhao Ying’s voice on the other end.
“Little Zhao, I don’t understand women’s things,” said Chen Huaian solemnly, his tone righteous: “Go and pick out some white silk stockings, black silk stockings, the best brands and highest quality, various styles, 100 pairs each!”
