Chapter 19: Looks Like I Have to Lavishly Reward You!

The young man's gaze was gentle as water, and he kept calling "Fang Qingxue, Fang Qingxue" nonstop, as if he would call until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, the world ages.

He also disparaged Chen Zheng in passing.

Fang Qingxue said coldly, "Demon Marshal, whether Chen Zheng can enter the Shen Tong Mi Jing, what does it have to do with you?"

He replied, "I walk the Immortal Path, you walk the Demonic Path; we are like water and fire. I advise you not to entangle further."

She gave Chen Zheng a test slot, more or less casually, and she did not hold much hope regarding his ability to enter the Shen Tong Mi Jing.

But her actions left no room for others to doubt.

Moreover, she had only known this youth for a few days, and he clung like a sticky plaster, incessantly entangling her, truly unbearably annoying.

"That's simply the fact. As for the so‑called division between Immortals and Demons, I don't care at all."

The Demon Marshal youth paid no heed to Fang Qingxue's cold attitude.

He said nothing further about Chen Zheng.

Just a mortal boy.

Among these somewhat gifted disciples, there are quite a few innate members of the Demonic Sect, yet how many can enter the Shen Tong Mi Jing?

Even within the Taiyi Gate, the foremost of the Immortal Path, there are between eighty thousand and one hundred thousand disciples possessing the strength of ten horses.

However, fewer than ten percent can achieve the Shen Tong.

Thus he could assert that Chen Zheng is destined in this life to remain a mortal.

Fang Qingxue shook her head at the words, ignored the Demon Marshal, and with a swift movement entered the cave ahead.

"Fang Qingxue, the situation inside the cave is unknown; there may be a Heavenly Demon King. I'll protect you!"

The Demon Marshal hurriedly chased after.

Soon, a rumbling blast echoed from within the cave, shaking the island hundreds of miles in radius violently and raising myriad waves.

It seemed someone was dueling inside.

……

On the other side.

On the Magic Ship of the Ju Ju Bao Lou Lou.

Chen Zheng closed his eyes slightly, sitting upright in the room to cultivate.

Having reached the eighth Tenfold of the Mortal Body, ordinary martial artists continue to toil at their techniques; even a lifetime of training only makes the Mortal Body a little more refined, yet they cannot step into the Ninth Tenfold Spirit Communication.

Because the Spirit Communication realm requires cultivating the method of spirit, unlocking the brain's potential.

In fact, advancing from the Mortal Secret Realm to the Shen Tong Mi Jing is a process of developing the brain.

The stronger a warrior's physical condition, the more vigorous their spirit; by forging this vigorous spirit through a special method, it disperses the darkness in the brain, breaks the gate of thought, and thus can achieve the Shen Tong Mi Jing.

At this moment, Chen Zheng was practicing the spirit method.

But the time was still short, so the promotion was not that quick.

Returning to the point, the Nether King True Body is not a martial art, and the various blood‑sucking arts of the Demonic Path are far inferior to its singular power.

This is the supreme true demon's ultimate method!

The cultivation effect cannot be compared with the streams of martial arts and Demonic Cultivation.

The blood essence refined by the internal training method of the Nether King True Body is more wondrous than any elixir, utterly pure, and without any side effects.

It can also cause a person's Mortal Body to undergo endless metamorphosis.

No realm can become an obstacle.

However…

Chen Zheng's further advancement is not easy either.

Because the blood he draws now is of too poor quality for him.

It's like monster‑hunting for leveling: when your level is low, the experience gained from monsters is abundant, and you level up quickly.

But when your level is high and you kill the same monsters, the experience, though still present, contributes far less to your growth, dwindling to almost nothing.

That's exactly Chen Zheng's situation.

To maintain his cultivation speed, he must obtain stronger living‑being blood.

"Young Master Chen, Ban Yue Fang Shi has arrived."

A voice from outside the door, Li Qiu's reminder, sounded.

Chen Zheng opened his eyes, lifted a large bundle at his side, opened the door, and walked out.

He casually tossed the bundle in front of Li Qiu. "What is this, Young Master?" Li Qiu stared at the bundle on the ground, bewildered.

"Just a little trinket, for you siblings." Chen Zheng said without turning his head, and in an instant walked out of the cabin.

"Brother, look what Young Master Chen gave us?" Li Rong said.

She felt the bundle was heavy; driven by curiosity she opened it, and was instantly shocked speechless.

Inside the bundle were twenty precious spirit herbs, each at least a hundred years old.

"These spirit herbs are equivalent to the total wealth of three to five Mortal Body Tenfold warriors; Young Master Chen just handed them to us..." Li Qiu stared at the herbs, feeling as if dreaming.

During the previous hunt for demonic beasts on Forty‑nine Island, he had indeed seen many spirit herbs, but due to the rules of the Ju Ju Bao Lou Lou, he dared not pick them.

These herbs in the bundle were presumably harvested by Chen Zheng on the island; does Chen Zheng not fear the Ju Ju Bao Lou Lou's pursuit?

But on second thought, Chen Zheng is about to become a disciple of the Feather Ascension Sect, so why fear the Ju Ju Bao Lou Lou?

Perhaps even the Ju Ju Bao Lou Lou will try to curry favor with him.

Amid the Li Qiu siblings' mixed surprise and joy, the Magic Ship slowly docked.

The hunters of demons on the deck wore reverent expressions and automatically gave Chen Zheng a clear path.

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He was the first to disembark.

Just after stepping ashore, an elderly man walked up, his sparse hair slightly ruffled by the sea wind, and it turned out to be Xu Guanshi, who had registered him when he signed up as a monster‑hunter.

He didn't say much to the surprised Xu Guanshi staring at him, just raised his hands in a bow, said "See you later", and turned and walked away quickly.

"What are we meeting at this dead of night?" Xu Guanshi shook his head, not pondering the meaning in Chen Zheng's words.

Instead, Chen Zheng went out to hunt monsters and returned completely unscathed, which surprised him.

"I only mentioned it in passing, and Li Qiu and his sibling protected Chen Zheng so thoroughly; it seems they can be employed again in the future. Moreover, I will bestow great rewards upon them."

Xu Guanshi stroked his beard thoughtfully, pleased with Li Qiu and his sibling's attitude, and decided to summon the two tomorrow, granting them a generous reward of two five‑year‑old spirit pills.

He then stepped toward the Magic Ship.

He received a report from the person stationed at the dock, saying that the Magic Ship bound for the Forty‑nine Islands to hunt monsters had suddenly returned early, so he hurried over to investigate.

……

Chen Zheng quickly returned to the Chen family Magic Ship, startling the night‑watch clan members and also Chen Fu.

"Brother Zheng!"

Chen Fu, with two dark circles under his eyes, looked round and plump, like a giant panda.

He came to Chen Zheng's door, gazing at the newly returned Chen Zheng inside, his eyes full of joy.

Since learning that Chen Zheng became a monster‑hunter, he has felt guilty and worried, and the Spring Fragrance Courtyard no longer smells sweet.

He knows the monster‑hunter trade; the death rate reaches fifty to sixty percent.

In his view, Chen Zheng risked becoming a monster‑hunter because he lacked sufficient resources, and because his second brother sent assassins, which placed enormous pressure on Chen Zheng.

So he blames himself.

If Chen Zheng were to meet an accident…

Fortunately, amid misfortune, Chen Zheng returned safely.

But he was puzzled again.

He had inquired at the Treasure Gathering Hall; a ship that goes monster‑hunting takes three days to return.

Only a day had passed, yet it was back already?

And it was still the dead of night.

On this point, the newly arrived Chen Biao was also puzzled.

Seeming to notice their confusion, Chen Zheng smiled and said, "There was a little accident, so I returned early. Come in, I have something to tell you both."

"Accident?"

Chen Fu's heart tightened; he hurried into the room, earnestly urging, "Brother Zheng, being a monster‑hunter is too dangerous; you must never go again. You needn't worry about resources—once we return to the clan, I will allocate your cultivation quota for the next five years, no, ten years! I can even ask my father… uh…"

Chen Zheng suddenly drew a silver short sword from his waist and thrust it into Chen Fu's hand, cutting off his words.

The newly arrived Chen Biao also widened his eyes, staring dumbfounded at the silver‑glinting short sword in Chen Fu's hand.

Thanks to Master Yue and his disciple for the generous reward of 1,500 starter coins!

Thanks to all the big brothers for the recommendation votes, monthly tickets!

(End of chapter)