Chapter 54

In a rented apartment in one of the buildings of Xingfu Jiayuan Community.

Blood pooled thickly on the floor, faintly forming a ritual pattern.

Large amounts of dark red blood surged from the kitchen and bathroom—belonging to the apartment’s original owner, whose fate was now all too clear.

In the living room stood two towering figures.

Their bodies were muscular, features deep-set, yet they stood motionless as if carved statues—two silent granite sentinels.

“Ah!”

At that moment, a scream shattered the silence.

At the center of the ritual, Guo Peipei had been sitting cross-legged, but now she suddenly opened her eyes, clutching her head and shrieking: “Fang Xing… he actually… that’s the third level of Ghost God Sword—Fighting the Ghost God? That slash… that slash… no, no, that was in his dream, his domain, so he could break the limit of his Ghost God Sword… the mind’s scope determines the martial art’s height…”

Dreams naturally differ from reality, allowing impossible feats.

Especially within one’s own dream! Everyone is half a creator!

Guo Peipei had only awakened a low-tier dream-entry ability and didn’t fully understand dreams.

But she knew—she had been defeated this time!

The great master she had simulated from imagination and her sect’s scriptures had failed to intimidate Fang Xing—instead, it had been utterly shattered!

“Can martial will truly be this powerful?”

Guo Peipei’s face turned ashen, her forehead throbbing: “No good—he might report this to the Prevention Bureau. This place isn’t safe anymore. I need to leave…”

Boom!

At that instant, a thunderous explosion erupted at the door!

Like a cannon firing, the community’s alloy door shattered instantly under the power of the Great Bow Step Cannon Fist.

Amid a cloud of dust, a dark figure darted into the storage room, a piercing sword cry ringing out as he drew his blade and struck!

It was Fang Xing!

After using the Qi-Seeking Talisman to locate this place, he didn’t hesitate—he charged straight in!

First, warriors cannot endure humiliation; he had been stifled too long and needed to vent.

Second, he judged the enemy here was weak—otherwise, they wouldn’t resort to dream tricks and be so easily crushed!

Third, he had prepared a safeguard—he had already contacted Jing Xia through Bai Ziling.

‘Though reporting to the Prevention Bureau and waiting for their response team is the best choice…’

‘But I am a warrior!’

‘Even if I won’t strike at stronger foes, if a weakling dares provoke me, I must crush him utterly!’

Notifying the Prevention Bureau was just a last resort.

Even if Fang Xing cleaned up every trace today and the authorities never found out, the masterminds behind these people would know it was him—and retaliation would come endlessly!

This was an entire cult of demonic gods!

No matter how confident Fang Xing was in himself, he didn’t believe he could withstand the coming vengeance.

Thus, leveraging official power for protection became the optimal choice.

After all, he was a model student—upright, virtuous, and well-behaved!

Recently, he had received strong support from his school and the favor of Xia Long, and had actively reported the cultists—he naturally stood on the side of righteousness and light.

He had planned all this on the way here; now, he only wanted to kill.

Zing!

The sword’s cry sent Guo Peipei instantly into a daze.

She recalled childhood memories: as a bio-engineered child, watching natural human children play with their parents in the amusement park while she stood alone outside the fence—a wave of sorrow rose in her heart…

But the two Divine Generals, after a brief pause, remained unaffected; instead, they let out bestial roars, grotesque tattoos blooming across their faces.

The tattoos seemed to writhe slightly, emitting subtle mental contamination and pressure!

Rrrrip!

In an instant, their clothes exploded, fingers twisting into claws as they lunged at Fang Xing!

Fang Xing spun his Ink Pattern Sword; a blade of light spilled like liquid mercury, icy aura flooding the entire living room.

Puch!

The two bestial cultists, confident in their physical strength, spread their claws to seize the Ink Pattern Sword’s blade.

Fang Xing showed no mercy—he slashed the blade down hard onto their claws.

Then…

The grotesque claw split open like tofu.

The Ink Pattern Sword’s momentum didn’t falter—it swept across the Divine General’s neck.

Puff!

A head flew upward; the Divine General’s corpse crashed to the ground.

The other Divine General, seeing this, fear flashed in his eyes—he roared and lunged for the window.

But in an instant, Fang Xing was behind him—a sword pierced his heart.

Boom!

Fang Xing kicked out, sending the corpse flying into the wall, where it slowly slid down…

He withdrew his sword and turned—seeing Guo Peipei, who had just emerged from the influence of the Extreme Emotion Sword.

“N-no… don’t kill me…”

Guo Peipei’s voice trembled as she stared at the scene.

She never imagined Fang Xing could be this strong!

“Don’t worry—I won’t kill you.”

Fang Xing smiled faintly, glancing out the window.

Wang wang!

With a dog’s bark, a monstrous hound with demonic wings burst through the window, swaggering inside.

Upon seeing the two Divine Generals lying on the floor, its face clearly displayed an expression of utter bewilderment.

Swoosh!

Immediately after, a dark figure glided in through the broken window on a flying skateboard.

Jing Xia wore a black uniform, revealing a curvaceous figure; her eyes flickered over the blood ritual on the floor, then hardened with revulsion: “Definitely cultists of a demonic god… hmm, two Divine Generals? You took care of them?”

“Yes. They attacked me with a dream-type ability. After I woke up, I followed the faint inner sense and found this place.”

Fang Xing answered seriously—this scenario was entirely plausible.

“Oh? You seem to have a talent for mental phenomena. Perhaps in the future you can retrain as a ‘Mind Nurturer’…”

Jing Xia nodded and raised her hand—a bolt of lightning shot out.

Instantly, Guo Peipei’s eyes rolled back, she collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

“Cultists of demonic gods remain dangerous as long as conscious—rendering them unconscious after capture is always best…”

Jing Xia explained, then disdainfully flipped through the corpses: “Divine Generals? Looks like members of the Disciples’ Assembly. They’ve ingested so-called ‘Divine Blood’—actually mutated blood from demonic god familiars. These two show partial servant traits and minor mental contamination. Even if you’ve trained an A-rank martial art, you should still get checked…”

“Divine Generals?” Fang Xing voiced his confusion.

“Disciples’ Assembly cannon fodder. Most ingest so-called ‘Divine Blood’—actually mutated blood from demonic god familiars. These two show partial servant traits and minor mental contamination. Even if you’ve trained an A-rank martial art, you should still get checked…”

Jing Xia examined the wounds, then studied Fang Xing’s sword thoughtfully: “Kid, you’ve got a good blade.”

“Hmm…”

Fang Xing had already planned to expose the Ink Pattern Sword—he’d claim he took it from a black-market warrior.

The Federation’s imagination wasn’t that wild—they’d likely assume it was alien tech. After checking and finding no demonic contamination, interest would plummet.

As for the sword’s technology? The Federation didn’t understand plenty of things—alien tech often followed different paths, sometimes requiring unique racial traits to develop. Many alien technologies held little research value; a single sword meant nothing.

‘Even if the Prevention Bureau confiscates it, fine—I don’t care…’

‘Besides, this is a test.’

‘If the Prevention Bureau acts like this, then this Federation isn’t worth much trust—I’ll need to prepare to make the other world my main base…’

‘But based on the original’s memories and knowledge, this probably won’t happen…’

“Yes, this sword is…”

Fang Xing was about to speak when Jing Xia waved her hand impatiently: “Our Prevention Bureau only handles demonic god matters. Your sword? None of my business… don’t bother me with petty stuff.”

With Jing Xia’s experience, she saw it as merely a sharp alloy weapon.

Everyone had secrets—as long as they weren’t tied to demonic gods, she didn’t care to dig.

“In short… thanks for your help. I’ll send you an award notice later. It won’t help with college admissions, but it’ll still boost your high school scholarship.”

Jing Xia finished speaking to Fang Xing, then shouted toward the door: “You lazy bastards, get in here and clean up!”

Immediately, multiple Prevention Bureau action team members entered, silently gathering the corpses and dragging away Guo Peipei with special handcuffs.

When Fang Xing saw the body parts carried out from the kitchen and bedroom, he fell silent.

Though he didn’t consider himself a good person, the sight still unsettled him.

“Cultists of demonic gods truly deserve to die!”

He sighed: “But why did they target me? I think I need protection… and what exactly is the ‘Disciples’ Assembly’?”

“Cultists love corrupting Prevention Bureau staff—you might’ve been targeted for that reason, or maybe because you’re just too outstanding…”

Jing Xia patted Fang Xing’s shoulder confidently: “Relax, kid… once official forces move in, the Disciples’ Assembly will only have time to cut their losses—no chance to bother you. As for information on the ‘Disciples’ Assembly,’ I’ll send you a file later. It’s low security, but don’t leak it.”