Chapter 26: Creed

But even if Qi Zhiyong wanted to divert the disaster eastward, it wouldn’t be that easy.

The door was blocked by the Breakdoor Spirit; he first had to find a way to escape from inside, and even just that might exhaust his several days’ accumulation.

Qi Zhiyong flicked his hand, releasing a blinding golden light.

This was the Golden Light Spell!

It harms spirits by emitting blinding light.

The dazzling glow forced the Breakdoor Spirit to shield its eyes—and at that moment, Qi Zhiyong unleashed his second talisman.

Triple True Fire Spell!

Three lines of fire surged forward; the Breakdoor Spirit casually grabbed at them, extinguishing two, while the third missed its neck entirely.

Since Qi Zhiyong escaped the room, it means Wu Xian’s experiment succeeded.

Qi Zhiyong leapt onto the giant spirit’s body and, wielding the Fish Intestine Sword, stabbed wildly—gouts of filthy blood spurted out; this ferocious display left Wu Xian and Shi Ji stunned.

In the midst of this deadly struggle, Qi Zhiyong remembered the scene when he first joined the Creed.

Its facial skin was hooked by iron claws and torn open along the midline, exposing its hollow nasal cavity and grotesque gums!

When the giant spirit and Qi Zhiyong appeared together, Wu Xian instantly realized Qi Zhiyong had been scheming.

“Ha… hah…”

Then Wu Xian saw the terrifying Breakdoor Giant Spirit behind Qi Zhiyong.

Even the attacked Breakdoor Giant Spirit paused in shock.

The Soul-Grabbing Chain automatically latched onto the giant spirit’s scapula, binding it; the once-mighty spirit could now only shuffle forward slowly.

After speaking, Qi Zhiyong turned to face the grotesque giant spirit directly.

But before he could reach his destination.

Wu Xian was sweating with panic; had he not feared killing Qi Zhiyong might cause the giant spirit to switch targets, he would have acted already.

The Breakdoor Giant Spirit stood over two meters tall, its body muscular and dark blue, veins bulging like earthworms; two different chains wrapped around it—its left arm was stitched into its own abdominal cavity yet remained mobile, while its right arm, thick with knotted muscle, bore claws as sharp as steel cones.

“Then it’s time I pave the way for your survival.”

Fire Escape Technique!

This technique allows one to enter flames and vanish into invisibility.

This chain is called the ‘Soul-Grabbing Chain,’ a tool used by Underworld Officials; its sharp hooks can tear apart ordinary wandering spirits.

“So I’ve been manipulated by you all along!”

“Then… besides staying alive, is there anything more meaningful?”

Most terrifying was its face.

Qi Zhiyong had been waiting for this opportunity!

The third talisman.

“You’re a valuable talent; if there’s ever a chance, I hope you’ll join us.”

But he succeeded!

Now the giant spirit was hindered; all he needed was to pry open any door to escape certain death.

He swapped the door of his room with Shi Ji’s precisely to test whether the mark was on the room or the door itself.

A large chunk of flesh had been torn from his chest, his front soaked in blood; every breath brought tearing pain.

Then he saw Wu Xian and Shi Ji’s weapons, and his heart jolted—especially Wu Xian’s copper-coin spear; Qi Zhiyong had seen copper-coin spears twice before, but never one so extravagant.

“We are the Creed.”

“Piss off, what are you talking about?”

Qi Zhiyong’s expression shifted uncertainly; he considered several ways to die alongside Wu Xian, but finally gave a helpless smile.

And yet I…

The wound on his chest burned fiercely, blood pouring nonstop; his current state made him no match for Wu Xian and Shi Ji—he must find shelter to heal immediately or he’d die.

“This might be useful to you. Remember our names.”

The female ghost Yinghua marked the door!

Qi Zhiyong vanished instantly, merging into the last lingering flame; when the fire burned out, Qi Zhiyong was no longer in the room—he stood in the corridor where the flame had disappeared.

The Breakdoor Spirit roared—it wouldn’t let the cooked duck fly away—and swung its arm back to grab; at the same moment, Qi Zhiyong released a chain.

Shi Ji cursed too: “Join your ass.”

And Qi Zhiyong wasn’t faring any better.

The sword’s name: ‘Fish Intestine.’

Qi Zhiyong had already suspected the palm print on his door; now, having been attacked despite staying in an unmarked room, the only explanation was that Wu Xian was behind this.

In his view, living humans were merely food.

The crisis Wu Xian and Shi Ji had just faced was no ordinary threat—it had forced them to leave their room—but even at this level of danger, their injuries remained light.

Its name: ‘Heavenly Demon Liberation!’

Using it guarantees death, but before dying, one can exhaust all bodily potential to unleash combat power far beyond limits.

This thing had only now revealed its true form.

Qi Zhiyong slammed his foot down; all his blood vessels turned black instantly. He drew a short sword and, like a man possessed, roared as he charged at the giant spirit.

“I misjudged you. Your value far exceeds mine.”

In a noisy burger shop, he greedily gnawed on a steak; across from him sat another man just as uncouth. Qi Zhiyong bit off half his burger and asked, mouth full.

The door opened.

The chain began to crack—the Breakdoor Giant Spirit’s movements accelerated noticeably. Qi Zhiyong sighed helplessly and shoved a small notebook into Wu Xian’s hands.

And that small knife? It was his first offering to a deity.

Behind him came a crunching sound—his Soul-Grabbing Chain was nearly broken—but Qi Zhiyong still blocked Wu Xian and Shi Ji from leaving.

Qi Zhiyong’s face darkened, then cleared in sudden realization; the fog that had clouded his mind for days was finally lifted.

Food hit back!

Jing Ke stopped eating, fell silent for a long while.

“Jing Ke, you once told me that surviving in the Blessed Lands is meaning enough—but we all know no one can live forever. We’ll all die dishonorably in some Blessed Land someday.”

Wu Xian immediately saw Qi Zhiyong’s dire state.

But now…

What turned Qi Zhiyong’s blood vessels black was the demonic power he gained from worshipping ‘Earth Official—Demon God Chiyou.’

The room was filled with indescribable flesh and filth; Wu Xian and Shi Ji leapt out one after the other and collided with him; all three froze, staring at each other.

Wu Xian raised his copper-coin spear in threat; Shi Ji simultaneously drew his Child’s Urine Amulet, its green blade sending a chill through Qi Zhiyong’s heart.

“Get out of my way. Whatever you’re planning, I won’t let you succeed.”

He secretly pulled out a lump of filth—if Qi Zhiyong blocked him again, he’d smear it on Qi Zhiyong’s face.

“Wu Xian, do you have faith? Have you ever thought… about saving this dying world?”

And the room’s interior made his eyes widen.

“So that’s how it is… so that’s how it is!”

“If there is, it’s letting someone more valuable live.”

Qi Zhiyong smiled.

(End of Chapter)