[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-nothing-is-taboo":3,"chapter-nothing-is-taboo-nothing-is-taboo-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Nothing Is Taboo",{"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},2310495,4514,"Chapter 110: Siamese Little Demons (Requesting Monthly Votes!)","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui was helping the caravan boss at the city gate—either performing for himself or hiding something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither side ever regarded the fifty thousand people of Zhenla as human!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that they held views like “those not of our kind must have different hearts”; behind the Yong Wang line, hundreds of imperial youth had been delivered as blood food to the Four-Headed Demons—they simply never saw ordinary people as human at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few hundred versus fifty thousand—merely a difference in numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui came to Qihetai Town and “applied” to join the Yifangting Inn—likely a unilateral move by the Demon-Slaying Army: send someone to see what you’re up to in Ghost Witch Mountain? Why has no agreement been reached after so long?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring out Haikou Chan,” Xu Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui chuckled darkly: “Underestimated you, didn’t I? Yes, I convinced Haikou Chan not to join forces with Huangchong Po or Qin Gaoming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui had secretly observed for a long time, and his disdain for the Yong Wang faction grew deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you persuaded Haikou Chan to ally with you,” Xu Yuan stated his deduction: “If Haikou Chan doesn’t show up, Qin Gaoming fights us to the death—no matter the outcome, it only benefits you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui raised an eyebrow: “Correct. If Qin Gaoming wins, we continue cooperating; my side suffers no loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Qin Gaoming loses, I’ll have Haikou Chan introduce me, sever ties with the Yong Wang faction, and keep negotiating with those few on Guanghuo Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you both are crippled but neither dies, even better—I kill Qin Gaoming, frame you, and let the Yong Wang faction clash to the death with your Qinghui Bureau.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, a tongue hundreds of zhang long descended like a crimson waterfall from a mountain peak to the northeast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliva streamed down the tongue like a river, gushing loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the water rose one after another ghostly soldiers clad in black armor and helmets, their eyes dark red, fangs jutting from beneath their lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly one hundred and twenty of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty held spears two zhang long, forty carried blades and shields, and forty wielded crossbows powered by foot pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After descending from the tongue, they formed ranks: shield-bearers in front, spearmen in the center, archers at the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marching shoulder to shoulder, their formation shifted with precision, radiating murderous aura and chilling ghostly energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd watched this elite ghostly unit, a ring of five-colored smoke rivers suddenly rose around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toxic mist, vividly colored, climbed higher, trapping everyone within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second tongue had silently wrapped itself around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third long tongue slashed through the air and struck Xu Yuan’s great spear with a clang—its shaft snapped instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The withered, shadowy soldier gripping the spear vanished with a whoosh back into Zheng Rongkui’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan flew into rage, ignoring everything else—he sent his sword pellet flying straight at Zheng Rongkui!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui’s fat body was lifted into the air by two towering spirits, hovering and dodging as he sneered: “Foolish boy, you really think I’m a soft target?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the alley, when you pinned my throat with a dagger—that was only because I didn’t want to reveal my true strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui suddenly tore a thick rope from his sleeve, woven from multicolored scraps of cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rope hung with several skull-shaped bells and eight small cloth bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bells clacked with an uncanny sound, like white bones rolling over stone pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yanked the rope—eight small cloth bags burst open, spilling out eight tiny demons, each the size of a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each demon had bluish-black skin, shriveled and wrinkled, a large head and thin body—dead for countless years, covered head to toe in black fur, with only two milky-white eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demons landed on Zheng Rongkui’s body, shrieking sharply, as if starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui ripped off his clothes with a tear, slapped his fat belly with both hands—his flesh quivered as the eight little demons clamped down and sucked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his body fat poured into their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demons grew rapidly—and no matter their original appearance, the more they grew, the more they resembled Zheng Rongkui!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the eight little demons became eight miniature, pudgy versions of Fat Zheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer be called Fat Zheng—he had fed all his fat to the eight little demons and was now skin and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lao stared in shock: “This—this is Siamese sorcery! But it’s been modified somehow—more terrifying than the original Siamese version!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan’s sword pellet flashed again, striking Zheng Rongkui: “Feeding your own body to demons—you truly wish to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One little demon leapt into the air, opened its mouth, and wailed “Waa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone instantly felt dizzy, their souls wavering and unmoored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demon bit down on Xu Yuan’s sword pellet—the pellet sliced through its cheeks, but what spilled out wasn’t blood—it was thick, greasy, repulsive fat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demon bit down fiercely, as if certain it could crush the sword pellet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan sneered, activated the fire wheel, and surged forward—he hurled the carriage into the air, where it unfurled into a giant bamboo cage, descending to trap the little demon inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan spat a burst of flame into the cage with a whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned the little demon inside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s you I’m squeezing!” Xu Yuan barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demon screamed in agony inside, its cries echoing—Xu Yuan nearly tumbled off his fire wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more little demons vanished from Zheng Rongkui’s side, then reappeared beneath Xu Yuan’s feet, reaching out with tiny hands to grab his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire erupted from Xu Yuan’s dantian, surging up the fire wheel—their hands were instantly charred black; they shrieked and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xu Yuan felt heavier, slower—his steps grew sluggish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled up his pant leg—two black handprints marred each calf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black aura from the prints spread outward, forming a rapidly expanding network of purple-black spiderwebbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Rongkui shouted: “Now see who’s the soft target!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan pinched his fingers—several pills flew out, darting erratically, overlapping in defense, all nearly identical in appearance, indistinguishable to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One little demon, with bulging, frog-like eyes, spotted a pill flying toward it—leapt up, raised its tiny hand, and slapped it with a sharp smack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filth immediately tainted the pill, making it heavy and sluggish—its control by the pill cultivator became clumsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hand that struck was precisely on the sword pellet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword pellet instantly gleamed with razor sharpness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a hiss, it pierced the little demon’s palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waa—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little demon wailed—its palm wound oozed thick, greasy fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuan’s pill cultivation had reached the seventh tier; his control over the sword pellet was now effortless, unleashing its full power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having wounded the little demon, the sword pellet retracted, reverting to a pill and flying away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other little demon grew cautious, squatting like a frog, neck raised, eyes bulging, motionless as it stared at the flying pills—perfectly mimicking the essence of a frog catching insects!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pill flew over its head—the little demon spat a jet of black, filthy muck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a frog’s tongue, it shot out with a zip and struck the pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the first little demon, it used filth to corrupt Xu Yuan’s pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first one attacked directly—and suffered dearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one learned—changed tactics to spitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once tainted, the pill became uncontrollable and plummeted straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the little demon could react, the pill landed on its head—then splattered open into a flat sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheet wrapped downward, enclosing the little demon completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how it struggled, twisted, or writhed inside—it couldn’t escape!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really tired—back’s been aching for two days. Let me rest today—three chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I humbly beg for monthly votes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1303,"2026-06-20T12:07:23.516Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3fd290c2597105ac4472fd3b35a45d6dc81bc72bdc4948933b54c2aea775cb67","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-111","nothing-is-taboo-chapter-109",413,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnothing-is-taboo-cover.jpg"]