Chapter 70: A Good Life in the Human World

“Yingying?”

Inside a car repair shop, a middle-aged man stepped out of the break room and gazed at his daughter’s figure by the entrance.

What was called a “break room” was merely a few rooms separated by wooden planks.

Close the wooden door, and you could rest and live; step outside the door, and you were right back to work.

“Ah, Dad,” Chang Ying replied absently.

She leaned against the window, spinning a wrench in her hand, watching several figures at the intersection.

“Your mom’s calling you—it’s late, go back inside,” Chang’s father urged.

“There’s a god in the shop, what’s there to fear?” Chang Ying didn’t turn around.

“Come here and lead us in worship—we don’t know how,” Chang’s father said helplessly; he’d long since lost control of his daughter.

As ordinary people, Chang’s couple could stay home on the fifteenth night only thanks to their accomplished daughter.

“Stay away from the door,” Chang’s father muttered, stepping forward. “What are you staring at so intently?”

Chang’s father reached the window and followed his daughter’s gaze, seeing several figures scattered at the intersection.

Three men in black raincoats, a couple in yellow raincoats.

“Aren’t those your classmates? What’s his name again?”

Chang’s father tapped his forehead but still couldn’t recall: “Didn’t he come by our house a few days ago?”

“Lu Ran,” Chang Ying whispered. “Today, he’s passed by the door several times.”

“That kid’s really impressive,” Chang’s father sighed softly. “He’s already joining the Moonwatchers on missions.”

“Yeah~” Chang Ying pouted.

“My daughter will be just as good,” Chang’s father immediately encouraged, sensing her mood.

“When we first formed teams, I wanted to partner with him!” Chang Ying hefted the wrench. “Damn Deng Yu.”

Chang’s father: “Should we prepare a few bottles of water? When they get here, you give them some?”

“Fine,” Chang Ying didn’t refuse, but internally grumbled: Who gets thirsty in this downpour?

Just drink the rain!

“Come on, go inside—the surveillance can see them,” Chang’s father urged again.

“Alright, alright,” Chang Ying tucked the wrench against her waist, pulled out her phone, and opened the camera.

“Click~”

Then she sent the photo to her grade group chat.

The group exploded instantly!

In the photo, the dim yellow streetlamp illuminated the rain clearly, like layers of curtains.

In the rain, a boy in a yellow raincoat held a slender black ice blade, tilting his head slightly, eyes tightly shut.

Was he listening intently to something?

“Holy shit! That’s my Ran-ge!”

“He actually signed up? He really became a Moonwatcher?”

“Unreal! True man! Daring to show up for the July 15 trial—he’s got guts!”

“This streetlamp, this drizzle, this atmosphere… damn, perfect!”

“More! Chang Big Axe, take two more shots!”

“Why is Lu Ran closing his eyes?”

Qian Hao, Grade 11 Class 4: “You don’t get it? This is the supreme divine art of the world—Who the Hell!”

“Huh?”

“What the hell?”

Qian Hao, Grade 11 Class 4: “Don’t you see how calm and composed my Ran-ge is? He doesn’t even care about the demons!”

This is the legendary ‘Close Your Eyes, Who the Hell!’”

Li Yanzhu: “@Qian Hao, report to my office on the first day of school.”

The lively grade group fell silent instantly.

“Crack!”

Inside the repair shop, Chang Ying doubled over laughing, the wrench slipping from her waist and clattering to the floor.

She’d wanted to be a frontline reporter—but when she looked out the window again, her smile froze.

About twenty meters outside, violent energy surged as a towering figure rapidly took shape!

“Soul-Shatter Demon!”

Chang Ying’s heart jolted; she instinctively stepped back.

“Sssss—”

As she stepped back, she trod on the wrench she’d just dropped and split her legs wide open.

Too bad the repair shop didn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows.

The Soul-Shatter Demon’s first appearance missed seeing the girl’s full human spectacle.

“Moo!!”

A distinctive bellow echoed from outside the window.

The Soul-Shatter Demon was pitch-black, standing upright yet bearing a ferocious, hideous ox head.

Its body was immensely muscular, muscles knotted and bulging, surrounded by several clusters of black mist.

Since it had just manifested and hadn’t yet slaughtered any humans, the black mist wasn’t terrifying yet.

But once the Soul-Shatter Demon killed a human…

A human face would emerge within each black mist cluster!

Faces twisted in agony, contorted, even torn apart!

Occasionally, the faces would shriek in piercing agony—the scene was horrifying!

Hence the name “Soul-Shatter.”

No one wanted to encounter such a terrifying demon.

To put it bluntly, dying at the hands of other demons was at least a clean end.

But if caught by the Soul-Shatter Demon, you’d truly wish you were dead!

Over the past decades, the Soul-Shatter Demon had proven to the world: physical death was far from the end of suffering!

“Yingying!”

“Chang Ying!” Her parents’ anxious voices came from behind; Chang’s father’s voice drew nearer.

“Don’t come closer—go back inside!”

Chang Ying shouted sharply, retreating quickly.

The shop had a small statue of Lingqian—the Soul-Shatter Demon wouldn’t dare enter, right?

Chang Ying’s pupils shrank slightly!

The massive Soul-Shatter Demon was charging straight toward the repair shop?

As it advanced, the heavy thud of hooves shook the ground as if the earth itself trembled.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

“Retreat, Dad, get back!” Chang Ying panicked, already gripping an old divination rod in her left hand.

“Shake-shake-shake~”

She frantically shook the rod, muttering: “Lingqian, protect me! Lingqian, protect me!”

Lingqian Divine Art: Five Treasures Divination!

The rod contained five slips, each representing a divine art.

They were: Output Slip, Defense Slip, Control Slip, Support Slip, Summon Slip.

Just five slips, yet encompassing so many divine arts—truly impressive.

The only flaw: what you drew depended entirely on luck!

“Control, Defense, or summon a divine warrior to lure the demon away!” Chang Ying prayed desperately.

“Whoosh~!”

A phantom divine slip soared from the rod, hovering slowly above Chang Ying’s head.

Chang Ying stared eagerly, retreating while watching the slip.

But in the next instant, she froze.

Wisps of mist drifted down, chasing her, trying to merge into her body.

Support Slip: Divine Power Slip!

While active, this slip continuously restored the caster’s divine power.

Chang Ying: ???

I need you to restore my divine power?

The Soul-Shatter Demon was about to smash through the door and charge in!

And you give me THIS?

You really want me dead…

“Crack!”

“Crack-crack-crack!” Suddenly, several blood-red chains materialized in midair, tightly binding the hideous ox head and halting its massive body.

Immediately, blood-colored chains sprouted countless sharp spines, razor-sharp, piercing deep into the demon’s body.

Divine Art: Chain of Imprisonment!

Divine Art: Blood Spike Chains!

“Muuu!!”

The Soul-Shattering Demon let out a furious roar, enraged beyond measure.

It violently stretched its limbs, muscles bulging as if about to burst apart.

“Crack!!”

The blood-colored chains shattered with a thunderous crash, a sound that sent chills down the spine.

The Soul-Shattering Demon was riddled with bloody wounds, spurting blood profusely, yet it had no concept of “the guilty bear the blame.”

Overcome by brute fury, its cruel, ox-like eyes remained locked on the storefront ahead as it charged once more.

The blood-colored chains reformed instantly into a net, becoming a protective barrier.

Divine Art: Blood Chain Barrier!

“Thud!”

The Soul-Shattering Demon charged recklessly, its raw strength astonishing—it pushed the chain net into a bulging mound.

The chain net, seemingly impregnable, looked ready to shatter at any moment!

“Hurry! Hurry hurry!” Chang Ying widened her eyes.

She shoved and pushed her father, driving him into the wooden shack.

“Muuu!!”

The ferocious ox was nothing but a mad beast.

It had fixated on this shop, determined to crash inside and crush every living thing within.

“Beee~~~”

At the last possible moment, a faint bleating sound drifted through the air.

The Soul-Shattering Demon’s charge suddenly slowed.

The scene was deeply eerie!

Its black, monstrous ox head snapped sharply backward:

“Muuu!!”

Eyes blazing with fury, murderous intent boiling over!

Lu Ran held the hood of his yellow raincoat, slightly lifting it as he gazed at the massive, vicious demon:

“Beee.”

(End of Chapter)