[{"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-129":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},2267074,4426,"Chapter 129","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-129",129,"\u003Cp>Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past few days, Li Guangzong had been dazed and half-conscious, unable to tell when the window outside was bright or dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind might not reach his ears, but his own breathing remained painfully clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was locked inside a classroom in the experimental building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each class at the martial arts school got only one or two lab sessions per week; some classrooms were never used, their desks and chairs thick with dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guangzong’s acupoints were sealed; he lay on a platform made of eight pushed-together desks, without a drop of water or grain of rice, starving and exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what terrified him most was not hunger or cold—it was the faint, persistent warmth lingering in his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom door opened again; Yuan Chongxiao walked in and casually placed a large brown teacup full of strong tea on one corner of the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guangzong’s sensitive skin seemed to sense the heat radiating from the teacup; his body hairs whitened slightly, and his eyes stared blankly ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you always so afraid of me? Did the principal say something bad when he grabbed you? Probably told you I had some other job before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Chongxiao spoke slowly, “Actually, I was just a monk once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, I wasn’t good at interrogation—I was good at making people feel at ease, peaceful, comfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed both hands on Li Guangzong: one on his lower abdomen, the other on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve gone astray in your cultivation; your body is clogged with impurities—that’s why the cold poison has sunk into your bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Others don’t understand—they may ruin your martial arts, but they can’t expel the cold poison. Fortunately, I know the Snow Grain Art inside and out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Over these past few days, as I’ve slowly dissolved your internal energy, I’ve also extracted the cold poison—you should already feel your body improving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yuan Chongxiao pressed his palms against him, Li Guangzong’s cheeks gradually flushed with color, yet his lips trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, this man had rushed to sell goods at the Ghost Market to buy medicine, sensing the cold poison had grown too deep and wanting to suppress it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after being captured, the cold poison became Li Guangzong’s only leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any interrogation technique reaching a certain level inevitably touched the depth where the cold poison had settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That numbness made him sneer, fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Yuan Chongxiao could efficiently dissolve even these decades-old, bone-deep drug impurities and murky cold poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Guangzong couldn’t say whether he’d lain here three or four days, he felt that today, the cold poison would be fully dissolved along with his internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dead pig doesn’t fear scalding water—what about a live one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before these people, he had no chance to kill himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should’ve confessed right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling his strength drain away, layer by layer, collapse after collapse, unable to stop it—this was unbearable pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should’ve quit years ago, when the cold poison wasn’t so severe, when I still had spare cash—if I’d invested in a legitimate business, my life would’ve been secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Chongxiao noticed the regret in his expression and spoke softly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, because I was a monk, I’m also good at making people regret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad I’m just a monk, not a master—so everyone I’ve handled? They all regret, but never awaken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bunch of scum who only regret getting caught, never truly repent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teaching and pain can’t change them—only death makes them harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow was falling again outside the window; the wind grew louder, drowning out the faint sounds inside the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hands on Yuan Chongxiao’s watch slowly reached twelve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the teacup and walked out of the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu stood in the corridor in a Baoyuan Shouyi static stance, hands folded before his lower abdomen, facing the snow and wind outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua sat on the corridor’s public bench, arms resting on the armrests, head tilted back against the wall, emitting soft snores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asleep again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Chongxiao glanced at his daughter and said, “The one inside gave us a website and his account password.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father and daughter walked down the corridor to the computer room and asked the computer teacher inside, who was gaming, for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua, hearing their voices, gradually woke up, yawned, and walked over to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s it going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The computer teacher was a delicate woman; she adjusted her glasses and replied, “They’re cautious—all past transaction records have been deleted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luckily, the vice principal also asked about their usual communication style—I mimicked it; there shouldn’t be any flaws.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, several messages popped up from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The computer teacher replied to two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done. They’ve set the location—Guangling East Suburb Science Park. We can propose the time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua said, “Then four in the afternoon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu suddenly said, “That science park is huge—can’t they give a more precise location?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vice principal said, “They always communicate this way—only a general location. Once the person and goods arrive, the other side will contact them shortly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu frowned: “Then they’ll definitely observe secretly—we need someone to impersonate Li Guangzong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua said calmly, “People in the Ghost Market are like that—sometimes brutal and bold, seeming reckless and unbelievable; sometimes extremely cautious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Chongxiao unscrewed the teacup lid and took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disguise? Not difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This vice principal isn’t just skilled in martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua decided: “Alright, we’ll depart soon—two groups, one overt, one covert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must capture everyone who comes to collect the goods—and anyone hiding nearby watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The martial arts school deployed ten people total, with the principal and vice principal each leading a group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After changing his appearance, the vice principal led his team in a vehicle, posing as deliverymen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua and his group posed as tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they arrived at the East Suburb Science Park, they found the situation differed from what they’d expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua, disguised as a middle-aged man, whispered, “Why so many people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The science park normally allows visits, but you must buy a ticket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, several buildings house branch offices of tech companies, displaying their promotional products in the halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large screens continuously played demos of these products, with announcers explaining their prospects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But few people were interested in such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially under the cold disaster, tourists should’ve been even fewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when they arrived, they found banners everywhere, and crowds of young people, cheerful and excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu read the banners’ large characters, then pulled out his phone to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a robot competition final happening here recently?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This competition started two years ago, selecting student works from across the southeast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with this terrible weather, plenty still came to watch the finals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua shook his head: “With current transportation chaos—flights, trains, highways nearly paralyzed—how did these people even get here? Either they live nearby, or they’re just idle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu smiled: “Science strengthens the nation—people caring about tech is a good thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua thought for a moment, then looked again at the young people enthusiastically debating, and chuckled: “True.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like back then, when people heard a certain artillery unit shot with pinpoint accuracy, or a certain company trained exceptional swordplay—they couldn’t help gathering to watch, learn, even challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ghost Market people deliberately chose this place, making Feng Jianhua’s operation harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, filthy scum, using these fine young people as cover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But once you’re mixed in, how could you hide from this old hand’s eyes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua muttered curses under his breath, straightened his posture, strolled like a tourist, yet watched all directions, listened to all sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a trace of movement, he absorbed every detail of the behavior around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, they didn’t just hear the youths’ excited chatter—they also saw their creations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Called robots, but few were humanoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some looked like headless, limbless iron dogs; others resembled remote-controlled helicopters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were even toy jeeps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse—some were just fat plastic tubes, slowly wriggling forward on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua wasn’t just an old hand—he was also relatively open to new things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Zhonglu was young too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were martial arts school men; their impression of robots came mostly from movies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sci-fi tech was naturally far ahead of reality; they had little idea how real robots had actually developed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing these bizarre creations—mere student projects—filled them with wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua suddenly felt something and turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw only a photographer taking a group photo of several students; due to the angle, he’d accidentally captured Feng Jianhua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused his hearing and heard the photographer muttering in frustration: the shot was off, they’d have to retake it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Careful observation showed the photographer was perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused his hearing and heard that the other side was frustrated—they had shot the take wrong and needed to do it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon close observation, the photographer seemed perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua frowned slightly, glancing around but still detecting no suspicious individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in another corner of the technology park, a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several people were rapidly operating computers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The robot spider’s scan results are in—there are indeed a few individuals near the delivery person who are suspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone reported this to the short-haired, rugged man in a black sweater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No weapons or firearms were detected, but their facial features appear abnormal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short-haired man rubbed his stubbled chin and stared at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen appeared 3D models of several human heads, reconstructing their faces based on normal bone structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short-haired man’s mind stirred: “Add white hair and beards to the fake Li Guangzong and all these male faces.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several subordinates quickly complied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feng Jianhua?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short-haired man recognized the famed Golden Knife Principal, his expression turning grim: “It’s this old devil in person…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1640,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4fea85922d1b0e4662788c239c6c80ae05d38e9639fc40e1ee5450bd8fb997ec","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-130","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-128",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]