Chapter 37: Corpse Hidden in Mud

Yu Yinghua’s mood.

It could no longer be described as mere anger.

For beings like them, ordinary filth was repulsive, but certain other things held the same status as human excrement.

Black donkey hooves were like dried shit;

Black dog blood was equivalent to diarrhea;

Boy’s urine was akin to vomit.

Aside from toilet spirits and the Five Filth Gods—those filthy, unclean demons—other malevolent entities avoided such things entirely.

As long as a human carried filth, unless the demon was exceptionally bold or powerful, it would not attack, thus preserving its life.

This left all four of them looking grim.

Then how terrifying must be the vitality and destructive power of a full-strength Break-Door Great Demon, stronger than her?

Wu Xian suddenly felt a flicker of self-doubt.

Shi Ji clutched his battle-damaged precious blade, his eyes pleadingly fixed on Wu Xian.

“It’s time to end this.”

He drew a circle at the crossroads, placed the yellow paper inside, lit it, and muttered as it burned.

“From now on, I’ll burn money for you every year. Don’t be stingy over there. When I leave this blessed land, I’ll burn you ten handsome men right away!”

The yellow paper turned entirely to black ash.

Even if his plan succeeded perfectly, could it truly kill the Break-Door Great Demon?

Su Huijin seemed to sense his hesitation.

Compared to Yu Yinghua’s ferocity, her post-mortem drops were miserly: only four Spirit Incense sticks, three of them common, one a rare silver-stemmed treasure.

“What are you waiting for? Divide the loot, rest up, and prepare for tonight’s plan. I don’t want to stay in this blessed land another moment.”

But if filth was used and the demon still lived, the demon would fight to the death with whoever threw it.

Shi Ji answered immediately: “Smaller power doesn’t matter—as long as the remote range is far enough!”

Snap!

Su Huijin flung a string of beads that struck Yu Yinghua’s forehead, chanting three times:

Wu Xian seized the opportunity and curled his fingers toward her.

Wen Chao thought for two seconds, then said: “I can help you, but in return, I need some potent filth.”

After she left.

After the others left,

Wu Xian lingered near the underground storage room for a while longer.

A golden character “Ding” appeared; Yu Yinghua’s body froze midair, motionless despite her frantic struggles—only her eyes, brimming with venomous hatred, spun slightly.

Wu Xian smashed through the outer cement shell, revealing He Qiong’s corpse inside.

“Zhiwu… Zhi…”

He still held some fondness for the young man—though foolish, he had been loyal. Too bad he died at the hands of those two poison women.

“Could you help me make a remote-controlled bomb?”

“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

“If you get a chance to be reborn, come to my home as my daughter—we could be together again. I’ll treat you well.”

“Sister, I’ve come to burn money for you.”

With night still some time away, Wu Xian began his final preparations.

Shi Ji sneaked over to Wen Chao.

On returning to the inn, Wu Xian spotted a toothpaste advertisement and stepped into the store.

This haul could not possibly make up for the losses incurred to kill her.

After brief discussion, Wu Xian took the silver-stemmed rare Spirit Incense; the other three each took one common one, then parted ways, agreeing to meet at Ping’an Inn that night.

The fireball slammed into her, erupting in blinding flames—her demonic body ignited instantly, the radiant fire even drowning out the spotlight’s glow.

He first changed into clean, presentable men’s clothing from a menswear shop, then gathered some cash and jewelry, and finally stuffed all his folded-paper weapons and tools into a suitcase.

His face twisted in terror, his skin barely intact, wounds filled with cement that had fused with his flesh and blood.

…

Yu Yinghua stared blankly at Shi Ji for two seconds, then lost all reason, roaring as she charged—she thought of nothing but turning Shi Ji into “Dead Ji.”

This alone proved Yu Yinghua’s terrifying power.

Binding Spell.

The talisman inscribed on the beads was… the Binding Spell!

If one must describe it.

He had already tried—he could not bring useful external objects into the blessed land.

Snap!

Wu Xian flicked his fingers.

He searched carefully and found no statues at all—but he found something else.

Threads of fire gathered at Wu Xian’s fingertips, coalescing into a blazing fireball. The earlier True Fire Spell had been only as thick as a finger, enough to obliterate an ordinary Wandering Demon; this enhanced “Rare True Fire Spell” was now the size of a fist.

Yu Yinghua’s final burst of strength churned the underground storage room’s cement, causing He Qiong’s corpse to rise to the surface, forming a human-shaped silhouette on the ground.

Wu Xian couldn’t help but shake his head.

Yu Yinghua’s body exploded like a balloon, demonic energy spilling out and fleeing from the underground storage room; the remaining flesh and blood turned into streaks of meteor-like flames, falling with dreamlike crimson light.

Su Huijin gathered a pile of yellow paper.

Shi Ji’s act was like defecating on her face!

In truth, Yu Yinghua, repeatedly disrupted and bound, was already spent—Wu Xian didn’t need the True Fire Spell to kill her. But he needed to test the Rare True Fire Spell’s power, to avoid miscalculating when it was truly needed.

After all, demons had pride—they didn’t want to touch such things.

Wen Chao was also eager—he had prepared much for this day; it was time to bring everything to an end.

This was where she had murdered her sister. She wanted to flee quickly, to forget the evil of last night.

Wu Xian and the others began dividing the loot.

Wu Xian wiped his sweat.

He Qiong’s corpse was even more gruesome than Lu Yuzhu’s.

In a few days, he would likely become entirely part of the cement.

Su Huijin departed satisfied, as if this act eased her conscience.

Wen Chao asked curiously: “I did prepare some explosives, but explosives aren’t very effective against demons. What kind of power do you need?”

…

A strange wind blew; the black ash within the circle slowly seeped outward, thread by thread.

…

But in this blessed land, she was merely an elite monster.

Like a woman’s hair…

To defeat this female demon, he had used his copper spear with over twenty sword blades, one True Fire Spell; Shi Ji’s Boy’s Urine An Gang was no longer as sharp as before, its poison dimmed, and they had consumed a sack of black dog blood; Su Huijin had also used two powerful talismans.

Watching the three of them, Wu Xian smiled—his doubt vanished. This plan was no longer his alone; he had no choice but to gamble everything now.

Could things from within the blessed land be taken out?

After Yu Yinghua’s death, the basement grew noticeably brighter, the oppressive, sinister aura gone.

At least mix in a Spirit Incense statue—just Spirit Incense alone is useless!

He found He Qiong.

From Chapter Five of Journey to the West: “The Great Sage Steals the Peaches, Rebels Against Heaven, and the Gods Capture the Demons”—

The Great Sage pinched his fingers, chanted a spell, and cried to the fairy maidens: “Stop! Stop! Stop!” This was the Binding Spell—he froze each of the seven fairy maidens, eyes wide and blank, standing motionless beneath the peach trees. The Great Sage leapt onto a cloud and dashed out of the garden, heading straight for the Jade Pool.

(End of Chapter)