Chapter 14: The Maid and the Chainsaw Sword

"Great Luo Golden Immortal path, Sequence 4 [Sword Immortal]... The Earth Mother Sect possesses three paths to godhood: Son of Heaven of Yin, Corpse God, and Spirit-Response Primordial Lord... Sequence 8 Corpse Collector... The Red God Sect is proficient in warfare... Sequence 2 [Fluorescent Bing Immortal]..."

Every piece of extraordinary knowledge uttered by the evil cultivator diners was captured by Li Yu.

At this moment, the charging speed of the third truth bubble on his retina was already extremely fast.

If not for the intense pain coming from his body, Li Yu would have liked to smile with joy.

His schemes were being realized very smoothly.

Of course, Li Yu also knew that these likely could not be considered true "secrets," but rather common knowledge in the extraordinary world, and Jiao Qing and Sun Sanniang might also know quite a bit.

It was just a pity that his original body had been kept in captivity, rather than nurtured like a biological son.

After Li Yu possessed the body and was reborn, he still had to rely on his own calculations to fill in these gaps.

Before long, he knew some basic knowledge about the five major orthodox god sects.

The fifth major sect should have been Buddhism, but this group of cowardly evil cultivators feared the lecherous might of "Zhu Mei, the host of the Pig-Lord Temple" and dared not say much, only picking a few more words to say about the Heavenly Craft Sect.

Combined with the fragments Li Yu had previously heard from that salesman Meng Shenji, this bit of common knowledge had also been filled in:

"When the three kingdoms of Qian, Jing, and Li were first established, a powerful god from outside the realm named Fuxi descended and was quickly accepted by the five major orthodox gods; thus, the sixth major orthodox sect, the Heavenly Craft Sect, appeared in the human world."

"The sect is suspected to master a Craftsman God path, with Sequence 8 called [Carpenter] and Sequence 7 as [Puppet Maker]."

"Fuxi?"

"Could it be a fellow countryman?"

Li Yu was in excruciating pain at this moment, but his heart was also filled with excitement.

In this horrific and bizarre otherworld, suddenly hearing the name of a god familiar from his past life, the sense of wandering that had always existed in his heart instantly dissipated a great deal.

If he were not in Wanfu City with nowhere to escape, he would want to go and join the [Heavenly Craft Sect] right now.

Alas, he was truly reborn in this shitty place, and now he was being careful and cautious, step by step, fighting for his life.

After the evil cultivator neighbors finished chattering about this basic knowledge, they soon began to complain to each other about how difficult it was to advance to an official sequence, how terrifying cultivation matters were, and how they were unable to act according to their own will.

It was still Hong Sanquan who spoke first, and he even used Li Yu as an example.

"Sigh, actually, we are just like the Jiao family kid; we are all pitiful people."

"It is true that his days are numbered, but if we cannot advance to an official sequence, at most we will only live a few more years, and sooner or later we will still be eroded and devoured by the evil Qi in our bodies and die."

"Old Hong, although I have gathered the Blood Soldier secret medicine, I have never dared to respond to the call of the Great Blood God, lest my soul go and never return."

When this was said, it was rarely not retorted.

Instead, it gained agreement, and they followed suit one after another.

And they frequently swept their gazes toward the only Sequence 8 powerhouse in the venue, the demon monk Zhu Mei.

Yet no one dared to open their mouth to ask for help.

They dared not ask for free information.

If they really had to pay a reward to obtain the corresponding secrets, they would not choose Zhu Mei, but rather the organizations and seniors of their respective paths.

Seeing this scene, Li Yu could not help but have his heart move, and he adjusted the cooking sequence.

Subsequently, he suddenly shouted:

"Hongdou, serve the dishes!"

"Senior Zhu's table: Eight-Treasure Rice, Ghost Flood Dragon Soup, Glazed Meat."

The crowd waited bitterly, and finally the banquet began.

It was just that as soon as it started, it was all spiritual food from the host of the Pig-Lord Temple.

Despite this, no one had any dissatisfaction.

Prioritizing the strongest was already one of the iron laws in the city, and no one had any objections.

Moreover, everyone soon benefited from it.

They saw this host of the Pig-Lord Temple, who had originally been closing his eyes and resting, suddenly open his eyes after hearing the sound and smelling the fragrance.

With a flash, he took the initiative to receive the dishes, and like a ghost shadow, he took the bronze tripod from Hongdou's hand.

The moment the lid of the tripod was lifted, dazzling iridescent light surged out, almost illuminating the entire courtyard.

And inside, there were grains of rice that had a full eight colors, looking like "gemstones."

"Good, good, good... based on this appearance alone, the Eight-Treasure Rice lives up to its reputation."

Before the words fell, Zhu Mei completely ignored the waves of scorching steam rising with the light.

His pig mouth opened to its widest, his hands lifted the tripod, and he poured the rice down with a clatter.

Like a waterfall of gemstones, in the blink of an eye, a serving of Eight-Treasure Rice was poured into Zhu Mei's belly in such a rough manner.

Who could see this scene?

And not complain in their hearts: it really is a pig's way of eating, a waste of heavenly treasures.

Of course, no one would be stupid enough to say it out loud.

After eating the Eight-Treasure Rice, Zhu Mei then casually took a large pot handed over by Hongdou, which was full of meat soup; as the fragrance rolled, it actually condensed into a phantom of a wailing and roaring Ghost Flood Dragon, but it was immediately slapped to pieces by a pig hand the size of a cattail leaf fan.

It was another scene of lifting the pot with both hands and pouring it into his belly.

When the last drop of meat soup entered his mouth, Zhu Mei's whole body was already bright red and covered in sweat, as if he were a roasted humanoid pig.

"Hahaha... refreshing!"

"Eight-Treasure Rice, Ghost Flood Dragon Soup—these two dishes, even in that Garuda Grand Restaurant, one could go to the third floor."

"Let me, Old Pig, taste this Glazed Meat again."

Amidst the loud laughter, Zhu Mei suddenly recovered the demeanor and style of a host. He sat down quite elegantly, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and began to taste the square pieces of meat on the table that looked like crystal glaze, one by one.

The main ingredient of this spiritual food was the Snow Corpse Pig, a specialty of the Ten Thousand Ghost Frozen Plains, which lived by eating frozen corpses.

In a way, it could be considered "the same kind" as Zhu Mei, but he ate it with extra relish, and the abnormalities in his body were gradually offset by the Snow Ghost Qi in the Glazed Meat.

At this time, he was in a great mood.

The next moment, whether it was his compassion flaring up and wanting to guide the neighbors, or simply wanting to ridicule them.

He actually followed the wishes of the evil cultivators and sneered:

"Everyone knows that the best way to advance is to take the secret medicine and immediately go to challenge the ritual after gathering the formula, so that one can digest the secret medicine to the maximum and master the most of oneself."

"The reason you dare not is, first, you fear the pain of the ritual, and second, you worry about failing and losing everything."

"So you all think about taking the secret medicine first, gaining extraordinary power, and then slowly preparing to challenge the ritual... little do you know, such behavior is equivalent to squandering yourself in advance; when the ritual really comes, all of this must be paid back."

"Your souls, which have been eroded by evil Qi and are in tatters, even if you luckily pass the ritual, not only will you lose the possibility of advancing to Sequence 7 in the future, but your temperament will also change drastically, becoming crazy and insane."

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These words were uttered by Zhu Mei.

Every evil cultivator diner in the venue changed their expression.

Especially those closest to the official sequence, such as Cui Yuan and Hong Sanquan, had the ugliest expressions.

Yet Zhu Mei paused, and after slowly chewing a piece of Glazed Meat, he continued:

"Do not be sad, you loose cultivators have all come this way."

"If you were like me, Old Pig, and had found an organizational backer early on, you could naturally step into Sequence 8 early and prepare for Sequence 7."

"A few neighbors, listen to my advice: if you want to advance smoothly, either go find a backer—whether it is to make up for deficiencies or pay a price, it is not a problem, it is just that you have to offer your life and property; losing freedom in exchange for power is very reasonable."

"Or, choose another path."

"What path?"

Everyone looked at Zhu Mei with hopeful eyes.

As he said, they were all loose cultivators, and they actually all knew the importance of a backer.

The reason they did not join various organizations and forces was that they each had their own reasons.

Hearing that there was still a path, they were of course extremely excited.

Zhu Mei was perhaps truly happy from eating, so he did not keep them in suspense and said directly:

"Piety!"

"Isn't your greatest backer the god you follow and believe in?"

"Dedicate everything directly to the god, pray day and night; as long as you are pious enough and your luck is a little better, you will receive spiritual guidance from the god."

"Those with poor aptitude, such as this cannibal couple Jiao Qing and Sun Sanniang, they obtained the most inferior [Forbidden Egg Secret Method], offered sacrifices in exchange for a forbidden egg, and wanted to cultivate a Son of the Forbidden God, hoping to obtain the power of the 'food-person' after sharing it..."

"Indeed, some have succeeded, but unfortunately, more than ninety percent ended in failure, instead raising one true Son of the Forbidden God after another for the Forbidden God Sect."

"Once that thing is officially born, it will attract high-sequence powerhouses from the Forbidden God Sect, be caught back, fed various evil things, and have a large number of forbidden methods implanted, controlling it into a bizarre creature like a cannibal hound to be driven—tsk tsk, every one of them is very fierce."

Speaking of this, the evil cultivator diners also reacted.

This host of the Pig-Lord Temple was clearly brainwashing Li Yu, wanting him to become a flesh-and-blood Buddha.

Perhaps, there were some other calculations?

It was also a coincidence that almost at this very moment, Li Yu in the kitchen officially completed the last spiritual food.

It was just that he did not have time to call Hongdou to serve the dishes, as the mutation on his shell suddenly accelerated, moving toward a complete form.

Although Li Yu still maintained his sanity and heard all the extraordinary knowledge, he had no time to see if the third "truth bubble" on his retina was full.

In his mind, the Cannibal Song had echoed to the limit, almost pulling his soul into that hellish fantasy on earth.

And on his shell, he no longer looked human; disgusting tumors rolled out all over his body, he slowly hunched down, prostrated on the ground, his blood-red tongue snaked and flicked, a full three rows of six scarlet forbidden eyes opened on his forehead, his spine burst out from behind, and flesh-and-blood tentacles were cracking open...

When this scene appeared, the evil cultivators not only did not show fear, but were eager to try, thinking of swarming up.

It was just that when they remembered Zhu Mei, they all felt scruples.

Abruptly, a change that no one expected occurred:

First, Li Yu himself, who was in the midst of the mutation, roared in pain, but his movements were not slow; a pair of sharp claws grabbed his own jaw and the top of his skull, and then he twisted violently—accompanied by a crisp clicking sound, Li Yu actually twisted his own neck off?

This scene already left the evil cultivators astonished.

They could naturally all see that this kid was attempting to use self-termination to stop the mutation.

"How ruthless!"

"Is this kid really not afraid of death?"

Just as the evil cultivators were shocked and bewildered, an even more inconceivable scene appeared.

The dainty maid who had previously been serving dishes obediently suddenly spat out a cold, cruel, mechanical voice:

"Master's body is undergoing changes... Master's pre-set command triggered."

"Initiate cutting function!"

Before the voice had even faded, one of Hongdou's mechanical arms began to hiss with steam, followed by the sounds of gears, chains, and blades cutting through the air.

In the blink of an eye, an exquisite and delicate, yet terrifyingly serrated chainsword appeared in Hongdou's hand.

Without a single superfluous swing, amidst a rumbling roar, the sword hacked mercilessly toward Li Yu's limbs.

PS: There is more to come.

(End of this chapter)