[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h":3,"chapter-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-107":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Devouring Evil, Exterminating Demons Across All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267052,4426,"Chapter 107: Fleshly Obstruction, the Killing Chant","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>In Nanzhao’s capital, every morning was the most comfortable time of day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning mist had cleared, sunlight shone brightly, and a vast blue sky drifted with a few wisps of cotton-like clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cuckoo landed on a locust tree branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Close to water, the pavilion catches the moon first—its ethereal, crystal-clear call dominated this courtyard, drowning out bird songs from elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had just finished breakfast; now he stood on the stone floor, brushing crumbs from his hands, dressed in white martial attire, barefoot and barehanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he thrust his right arm forward, as if it had elongated, his palm sinking downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the tips of his five fingers touched the ground, while his palm remained hollow, still several inches above the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had completely changed his posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body leaned forward, his legs curled up, hovering an inch off the ground, his left hand clasped behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the ridges of his right hand’s five fingertips made contact with the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his little finger curled inward, followed by the ring, middle, and thumb fingers, leaving only the index finger touching the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone who had just achieved “Dragon Coiling Body” would find it no great feat to bear their full weight on a single finger—let alone Chu Tianshu today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was merely the preliminary condition for his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s gaze dropped, and in his eyes, his right hand faded from flesh to a translucent white skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental energy stored in his divine sword at his waist transformed into fine, transparent flames, surging through an invisible thread within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single thread of flame drifted slowly, languidly, flowing onto the bone of his right index finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power swelled, and at the same time, a sensation of aching, swelling, heat, and itch returned from his right index finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame expanded from a thread into a stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The diameter of the transparent flame grew to match the thickness of the index bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu controlled the expansion and contraction of his finger muscles; veins surfaced briefly on the back of his finger, then vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisible flame matched this rhythm, swelling and contracting in sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bone of his finger seemed crushed and trembling in an instant, then suddenly relaxed—so blissful it was, only to be crushed again in the next blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rapid, repeated torment produced an itch deep within the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The itch grew unbearable, yet he could not scratch it, breeding sinister associations in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if his bones were undergoing violent new growth, as if teeth were sprouting inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hollow cavities of his marrow would be filled with sharp, menacing fangs, until they burst through the bone’s surface and grew outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That image—bizarre and horrifying—lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu’s greatest weakness right now was his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Quan Shaolin fist techniques could automatically transfer training effects to his weaknesses, methods like practicing with medicinal sand still had to penetrate several layers before reaching the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the miraculous power of Nei Sheng Wai Wang, and the soldier soul aiding him to regulate the mental energy stored in the Three Seven Divine Sword,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could precisely control that condensed mental energy, combining it with his fist technique experience to directly temper his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the human mind, from birth, has preset responses to many bodily signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stimulation Chu Tianshu now inflicted on his bones was something his brain could not categorize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excruciatingly intense sensation caused his brain to unconsciously recall bizarre, terrifying images from memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no such bizarre images came to mind, his mind would forcefully piece them together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this phenomenon was mentioned in the Quan Shaolin manual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain prodigious martial masters in Shaolin’s history, including Yu Dayou himself, had at some point in their lives refined their fist techniques to the point of madness and divine mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that time, it seemed as if the human body—this mortal flesh—would actively obstruct one’s cultivation, making focus impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called this “Fanti Zhang,” believing that to become a Vajra Bodhisattva, one must endure many such obstacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet most people never even touched the threshold of such an obstacle; their physical conditioning fell far short of reaching the point where the mind could no longer classify the sensations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu had reached it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had previously imagined how, after gaining the soldier soul’s power of Nei Sheng Wai Wang, he could train better and grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had not anticipated encountering “Fanti Zhang” at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he continued this method, the images flowing through his mind would multiply, becoming increasingly fragmented and bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Quan Shaolin manual mentioned that Shaolin’s ancient masters recommended reciting “Amitabha Buddha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither frantic nor sluggish, neither loud nor soft, continuous and unbroken—reciting the Buddha’s name was, in truth, like chanting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until every single thought became “Amitabha Buddha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By drowning out distractions with “Amitabha Buddha,” one naturally returned to a state of focused concentration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yu Dayou criticized this: Shaolin belonged to Chan Buddhism; this Buddha-recitation method had drifted into Pure Land teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, fist techniques were martial arts of killing; the meaning of “Amitabha Buddha” contradicted the essence of fist techniques, offering only minor benefit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dayou’s own solution was: “Thirty-Six Guards, seasoned in countless battles, chant ‘Kill’ together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself did not chant; he had his guards outside chant the word “Kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had fought north and south, trained troops, and shared battlefield experiences with his men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When outsiders chanted “Kill,” the killing aura was palpable; the inner and outer resonances naturally stirred the killing aura he had cultivated on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, both within and without, a vast killing aura annihilated distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, by not chanting himself, he could channel all his breath and energy directly into his fist techniques, achieving better results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu frowned, still instinctively wanting to complete his training alone; he thought, then spoke aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These nine sacred words, always secretly recited, could break through anything!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of the nine words carried its own meaning; together, they formed a completely different atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering Buddhism, reciting them in sequence usually evoked an aura of awe, suppression, and sealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the original Liu Jia Mi Zhu, and the Zongheng Mi Zhu that Chu Tianshu learned,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when recited together, emphasized a vast, sharp, piercing energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dayou used killing aura to crush distractions; perhaps the sharp energy of the nine sacred words could do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bing Dou Zhe…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu began reciting, then suddenly closed his eyes and mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—when he recited this, his thoughts scattered even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To harness the soldier soul’s agility to control the sword’s mental energy output, to coordinate with fist technique experience, and to recite a profound sacred mantra—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The complexity was too great; he could not control it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theoretically, the nine sacred words could be combined with fist technique training to overcome Fanti Zhang, and their synergy might be exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in practice, Chu Tianshu currently lacked the ability to integrate these elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes and fell silent; his crossed legs touched the ground, his fingers retracted, and he paused his training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, please bring me thirty-five guards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the locust tree courtyard, a guard was already on duty; upon hearing this, he immediately turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, including the guard himself, thirty-six guards entered the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knew Chu Tianshu was Zheng Hui’s honored guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, after the battle outside the city where the old monk’s corpse had risen, several guards examined the scene and, upon analysis, deeply felt Chu Tianshu’s profound strength; they shared this with their comrades afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, these thirty-six men looked at Chu Tianshu with a mixture of reverence and awe, and a quiet wonder at his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, help me out—when I signal, chant ‘Kill’ together. Volume doesn’t matter; focus does.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu smiled, “First, chant ten times. If I don’t say stop, keep going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirty-six nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu once again touched the ground with a single finger, leaned forward, and lifted his legs off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirty-six were well-trained; one raised his hand, and their voices merged into perfect unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill! Kill! Kill…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several birds on the locust tree took flight, circled in the air for a moment, then, seeing the men merely shouting without movement, grew curious and landed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu listened to the chants, his brow furrowing—though their voices were synchronized, their killing aura was uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the killing aura was still too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Yu, just how skilled and what kind of men were your Thirty-Six Guards? The book never says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu sighed softly, preparing to pause again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the neighboring courtyard, a voice suddenly rang out—sharp as metal and stone—perfectly blending with the thirty-six’s chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the synchronized shouts of thirty-six men could not mask the uniqueness of this voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The birds on the great locust tree shrieked and instantly took flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few feathers drifted down; the birds flew far away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single “Kill” sent goosebumps rising on Chu Tianshu’s forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Hai Donglai’s voice—he had been resting quietly in the large house next door, clearly having heard every word and sigh from this side, and had just uttered the word “Kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strength was diminished, but his killing aura remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different courtyards, thick high walls—all were rendered meaningless before this killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Tianshu felt sufficient stimulation, yet his expression held a hint of helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hai Dong’s killing intent was far heavier than these thirty-six guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Tianshu had not invited him precisely because Hai Dong’s killing intent might easily agitate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with such killing intent, let alone helping him clear his distractions, Chu Tianshu’s instincts had already conjured scenes of combat with the opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards also grew tense, instinctively gripping their sword hilts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew the guest was in the adjacent courtyard, yet they could not suppress their vigilance; their throats tightened, and they failed to shout the next “kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you deliberately cultivating an atmosphere, attempting to comprehend a technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice came from outside; Cheng Xianzi tapped his scabbard on the ground and walked in through the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your heart must be one with the blade, pure and flawless. Your soldier’s soul has just formed—already preparing to comprehend a technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Chu Tianshu said, “Perhaps… it does resemble the requirements for comprehending a technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let me help too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Xianzi leaned against the wall, suddenly drawing his sword and laying it horizontally before him, tapping the blade lightly with the scabbard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each vibration of the blade, he shouted one word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each tap, each shout—initially the killing intent was light, his voice hoarse and low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he tapped again and again, shouted again and again, the word he cried grew longer and longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild grass spreads over the land, the earth desolate; comrades by my side, home behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War drums shake the heavens, charging into battle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Xianzi was no assassin, no secret agent, no guard—even now, he was no longer a soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet each shout of his sounded like a war chant still echoing from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rough, savage, a poem repeating only that one word—but even so, its melody held a hundred variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many men went to war burdened with countless things; conscripts joined because their families needed a soldier; truly rootless ruffians could indeed evade conscription.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when drenched in blood and fighting desperately, the heart felt as if nothing remained—only that unyielding resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forsaking life, forgetting death—when life and death no longer mattered, where could distractions linger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—kill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This killing intent was not aimed at the man before him, nor at those of the past, but at heaven itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards forgot whether they should continue shouting; they only listened to each cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One strike of the blade, one cry of the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word “kill” echoed again from the adjacent courtyard—but now it changed of its own accord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two voices, strangely competing within the rhythm of the blade’s strikes, added an invincible arrogance to the thin, stubborn killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, Chu Tianshu’s brow relaxed; gradually, he lowered his gaze, staring at his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyebrows had once carried a martial spirit; now they were focused, like those of a long-browed Luo Han.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transparent flame, previously circulating only within his body, filled one finger, and after a hundred expansions and contractions, spilled into the bones of his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the tide’s ebb and flow, it gradually reached his entire arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Luo Han had not yet subdued demons—he first sat still within the fire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2143,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0bd1b4e9d10bc617d91deda4edb63e263899d21a6ec35f88d81fe54e4bf1e647","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-108","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-106",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]