[{"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-138":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},2267083,4426,"Chapter 138: Swallowing a Mouthful of Snow","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-138",138,"\u003Cp>Mo La'er's cultivation art, the \"Hemp Robe Ink-Splashing Sword Method,\" was originally a supreme technique passed down within the Hemp Robe Daoist Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This martial art integrates physiognomy; when perfected, it transforms the practitioner’s own fortune-marked appearance—forehead full and rounded, eyes like polished lacquer, face radiant with spirit, ears broad and thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his face changed, his aura changes too; when he moves, he blends into the wind and snow, more inconspicuous than a malevolent spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When this sword strike is unleashed, the blade’s light shatters like breaking waves, the tip nearly piercing the enemy’s face—yet the killing intent remains exceedingly faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It feels like a sudden, unexpected chill from nature itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua couldn’t even make out who held the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his left hand gripped a sheathed long knife, its hilt wrapped in a long strip of red cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split second, his internal energy surged—the red cloth on the hilt suddenly snapped upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DONG!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the red cloth moved, it darted upward like a dragon or serpent flicking its tongue, striking the sword’s blade with pinpoint accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swift, sharp blade-light was knocked nearly upward by the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tang-dressed swordsman pulled back sharply, raising his sword vertically before him to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he reacted quickly—this parry even carried a hint of anticipating the enemy’s move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very moment he retreated to defend, a golden arc of light erupted violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua drew his blade in one swift motion, sweeping it in a broad, full-circle arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s edge grazed the outer rim of this curved slash, forcing the swordsman’s retreat to accelerate—he slid nearly twenty meters backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mo Wuyi?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua’s face filled with shock, “How could it be you? Were you forced… or…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His experience ran deep; in the space of half a sentence, his shock had already turned to sorrow and a resolute killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er still maintained his fortune-marked visage, smiling warmly and amiably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right—the Ghost Market was rebuilt by my three brothers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When we broke into the Ghost Market back then, we stole a small cache of its inventory. Only after selling it did we realize—this stuff made money terrifyingly fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er whispered, “With money comes comfort; with comfort comes the realization that there are even greater pleasures in this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I’ve come to understand the joy of expanding our kind, Old Feng. If you’re willing to become one of us, I welcome you wholeheartedly. Otherwise, you’ll die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua listened, his hand frozen as if solidified in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red cloth fluttered; the golden knife remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire blade radiated a threat—motionless, yet capable of shattering heaven and earth the moment it moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just you? It seems your Hemp Robe heart method has indeed reached perfection—just now, when my blade’s aura touched your sword, it dulled significantly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua paused, his eyes flickering slightly—as if recalling something—then shifted his tone, “But to speak of killing me? Let your elder brother say it. That would carry more weight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden knife suddenly trembled—hundreds of tiny flying insects, smaller than sesame seeds, were instantly killed by the blade’s resonance and fell like dust onto the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua’s gaze stretched hundreds of meters away—to Mo La'san atop a high-rise rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'san held three incense sticks in his left hand, their tips lit; his right hand constantly formed hand seals as he muttered incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit insects were merely the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly surrounded Feng Jianhua’s area were wave after wave of chilling, shadowy outlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without spiritual sight, Feng Jianhua’s cultivation allowed him to perceive, through enhanced senses, the three-dimensional forms of the malevolent spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the yin energy now stretched continuously across the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These spirits were beginning to manifest visibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly ahead, a spirit wore a tattered monk’s robe, its body pale yet bloated and slack, like an elephant seated there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the left, one spirit stood out—a skeletal figure clad in iron armor, with rat-like black mists crawling in and out of its eye sockets and mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, without even looking, he sensed a spirit dressed in a white dress, its long hair hardened into eight spider-like limbs spread wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its slender body had only a quarter the presence of its hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a dozen spirits had surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All deliberately summoned by Mo La'san—ferocious, deadly entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My elder brother’s gone after another reckless fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er said calmly, “But look—these spirits brought into the real world by the Mirror Ape won’t attack me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Together with them, do I have enough weight? With their speed, unimpeded by physical barriers, to break out, you’d have to dissolve them all. Do you have enough internal energy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er laughed loudly, then his expression darkened abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way—your internal cultivation has a flaw, doesn’t it? At your level, you grow drowsy; the more you fight, the more urgently you crave sugary drinks. Do you think you’ll have time to find sugar water right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With so many weaknesses, how dare you look down on me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua’s expression didn’t change—he simply stared at a spirit to his right-front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know what kind of spirits surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But several of them wore clothing characteristic of eras he had lived through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit directly to his right-front looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, dressed plainly, holding a large iron-bladed knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large ring on its hilt was also wrapped in a small strip of red cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spirit’s appearance is tied directly to its earthly obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spectral warrior’s eyes were entirely white, devoid of pupils, his mouth only repeating “kill”—yet the clarity of his knife was sharper than his own form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua didn’t recognize him, yet in an instant, he knew the boy’s identity in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once heard that some spirits endured the journey into the spirit realm because their grievances were too great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if a spirit is targeted by powerful beings of the spirit realm, or survives too long there, its will eventually dies completely, transforming it into another kind of being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My drowsiness, my obsession with cola—these rumors spread throughout the school. Anyone could find out. Have you ever wondered why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua took two steps forward, his palm pressing against the wall of the firework shop, gaze lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because my art truly has a flaw I can’t hide—so I deliberately disguised it as a weakness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua slapped the wall with his left hand—the door wall trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive slab of snow slid from the roof, like a dozen snow-laced curtains falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attack!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er had planned to wait for the spirits to strike first—now he roared, rushing forward ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted from fortune-marked visage to an ominous one—brows inverted, triangular eyes, forehead darkened, nose bridge cracked, lips crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen spirits instantly perceived Mo La'er as another ferocious spirit—about to steal their prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghosts shrieked in frenzy, all attacking at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua seized a handful of snow—three or four pounds of ice and snow compressed into a dense snowball—then, with wind swirling around him, he raised his knife and circled wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, seven or eight afterimages appeared in the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violent air currents swirled and spiraled; each afterimage wielded its golden knife in a different motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most basic, most common set of Eight Trigrams Knife Techniques from the Xingyi Bagua School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua learned it at age twelve from a traveling performer in his village—but after mastering the “Hatred of Heaven Art,” he had long since fused its essence into his own, achieving the profound simplicity of great skill returning to the unadorned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bagua Knife: Night Battle Against Eight Directions of Wind and Rain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The circle completed in one breath—his body like a petal swept through a crack, his mind like a dream recalled in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured his full strength into all eight slashing motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than half of the ferocious spirits were flung backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest spirit, draped in the monk’s robe, suffered worst—slashed diagonally across the belly, nearly cut in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er charged earliest, but his pure internal energy slowed his body midair—he waited until the very end of the technique to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even then, the tip of his sword was directly struck by the golden blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They faced each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er could see multiple dry, cracked lines on Feng Jianhua’s face and neck; his lips were split so badly they bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had unleashed too much internal energy at once—his body’s moisture seemed to vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mo La'er had no time for further observation—his body was thrown back by the sword’s recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirits drifted through air; the swordsman slid backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua tilted his head and swallowed snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth opened wide—the snowball pressed inward; it wasn’t just his teeth grinding—he pulled with internal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one gulp, he swallowed a pound of snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water was rapidly transformed by his internal energy; though his stomach remained icy, by the time it reached his limbs, it was merely cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His drowsiness was never that severe; he didn’t need sugar water—only water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world was frozen, snow piled on rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, in Guangling, every snowdrift was his source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the spirits, stirred by the previous attack, grew even more ferocious, surging back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo La'er no longer dared to wait for an opening—he assessed the situation, timed his strikes to fill the gaps, and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So cold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Jianhua’s gaze shifted, locking onto the spectral warrior who had met his blow with his own knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner of his eye, he saw several who had been deliberately left unpushed back—and now surged forward the fastest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowballs remained in abundance; the golden knife danced at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this heart of ice and snow, I send you cleanly on your way!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1651,"2026-06-19T20:45:51.976Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6272c60a8dabe8dcdc0fe9ef49d7b6e3ae1291f012722fe59dd99631d550c3d7","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-139","devouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-chapter-137",155,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdevouring-evil-exterminating-demons-across-all-h-cover.jpg"]