Chapter 382: Invincible in the World, Record of the Peach Blossom Spring

Facing the approaching figure of a demonic cultivator, Bo Yan's heart pounded.

Judging by the logic of the guide's introduction, he apparently did not need to worry about competing with cultivators from the Gold and Power World in terms of wealth value.

A player's combat power might not be considered strong in the Monster World.

But in terms of growth potential, and even the rule power equipped on their bodies, the value obviously cannot be simply measured by wealth value.

The attacking demonic cultivator might easily crush his skull with a fist.

But that is suppression in the physical dimension.

Now that the opponent intends to use the Gold and Power rules to compete in the wealth dimension, the situation is completely different.

In this dimension, the demonic cultivator abandons direct suppression and instead uses wealth value to calculate combat power.

And he, as a player, carries wealth in his pocket, which can be regarded as proof of infinite assets.

It is also the credential bound to the entire player system that allows for infinite resurrection.

And the Painful Painful Minghun embedded in the Star Pulse Slot, if any one of them were taken out, would represent a rule-level height that no amount of resources could measure.

No matter how strong the opponent's financial power is, it cannot compare with our "Player Consortium" to see whose bank card balance is higher.

This act is simply looking down on Di Zhao, the creator of the Monster World in the background story.

It is far too disrespectful to the great power of Brother Di Zhao.

If wealth were truly measured, even a single hair of Brother Di Zhao could crush this civilization.

He guessed that the scanning and quantification by the Gold and Power rules probably could not even measure the value of the Painful Painful Minghun.

It was like trying to weigh an aircraft carrier with a scale; it was impossible to calculate the true weight.

Even if a value could be obtained, it would have to be an astronomical number.

Bo Yan's heart pounded, filled with both fear and the expectation of delivering a dimensional strike to the opponent.

The black robes of the demonic cultivators rustled loudly in the wind as six figures approached in a fan shape.

Eyes beneath the hoods flickered with greed and ruthlessness.

The leader of the demonic cultivators sneered, raised his hand, and the debt runes on his black robe suddenly lit up:

"So what if you are a demonic spirit from beyond the realm? Once in the Gold and Power Realm, you must acknowledge the rules here."

Through this sentence, Bo Yan heard a piece of information.

Apparently, living beings from the outside world frequently accidentally intrude into this space.

But suppressed by the Gold and Power rules enveloping the space, all combat skills and other abilities of outside living beings vanish, pulling them down to the same level as the beings within the Gold and Power space, where they are then crushed by the latter's advantages.

It can be said that when ordinary living beings arrive in the Gold and Power space, their combat power is inevitably severely weakened.

Just then, the six of them simultaneously stepped forward into the void to accelerate.

Demonic energy gathered around them into a black torrent, rushing toward Bo Yan.

They were employing a combined attack technique of demonic cultivators, capable of stacking the debt values of the six individuals to form suppression power far exceeding that of a single person.

Bo Yan could clearly see the red numbers above their heads skyrocketing, stacking up from -10 million all the way, finally condensing into a glaring "-31 million," like a guillotine blade hanging overhead, rapidly approaching.

"Now!"

The leader of the demonic cultivators roared, and the released black torrent instantly collided with Bo Yan's body, causing the judgment mechanism of the Gold and Power rules to thunderously activate.

At this moment, Bo Yan looked up and saw a string of numbers light up above his head without warning.

It transformed into a blurry spot of light, gradually becoming clear golden characters that slowly rotated in mid-air.

The sneer on the demonic cultivators' faces had not yet faded, but the instant they saw this string of numbers, their pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrified "hiss" was squeezed from their throats.

Because what floated above Bo Yan's head was not a specific numerical value.

It was a line of constantly flickering golden text: ∞.

Infinity.

The test result was out, and a arrogant smile instantly appeared on Bo Yan's face.

Just as he had guessed, the Gold and Power rules, exhausting all logic, could not quantify the permissions of the player system, nor the value of the Painful Painful Minghun.

Nor could they calculate the efficacy of all functions related to Beneath Di Zhao.

In the end, they could only use this symbol, which transcends all numerical systems, to mark a value that cannot be estimated.

A hiss was squeezed from the throat of the leader of the demonic cultivators, and the greed on his face was instantly replaced by extreme fear.

Because this was a number he had never seen before.

The other demonic cultivators were also struck as if by lightning, their bodies stiffening in place; the negative numbers they had generated together formed a stark contrast with the "∞" generated above Bo Yan's head.

They could clearly feel the Gold and Power Heavenly Dao spinning wildly.

Attempting to determine victory or defeat using the numerical difference.

But a finite value colliding with infinity meant the Gold and Power rules could not calculate what this difference actually was.

Under normal circumstances, a numerical difference of over 80% would trigger the erasure program.

Now, the Gold and Power rules were completely stuck in the judgment phase.

It was as if a computer had entered a crash state, unable to proceed to the next step.

But the logical rules must take effect.

After continuous stuttering, the Gold and Power rules announced the judgment result.

The answer was no surprise to Bo Yan.

Pfft!

The leader of the demonic cultivators exploded first.

His body was as if crushed by invisible immense force, turning into a sky-full of black blood mist.

Immediately after came the second, the third... the six demonic cultivators, like firecrackers ignited, exploded and died one after another under the influence of the absolute logic of the Gold and Power rules.

According to the absolute logic of the Gold and Power rules, this black blood light containing debt energy should have been recovered and swallowed, flowing back along the rule channel to the Gao Ta.

Finally, it transformed into the fundamental numerical value sustaining the world's operation.

But the instant the Gold-Wealth Rule's effect activated, the player system's "Extraction of All Things" trait also triggered.

The black blood mist halted abruptly in mid-air; its original trajectory of surging into the rift was forcibly twisted, turning into churning black fog.

The "Extraction of All Things" trait brutally decomposed the energy, stripping away inferior matter and leaving only pure, pristine energy, like sifting Jin Sha from mud.

Then, they rushed toward Bo Yan's body in a frantic scramble.

The moment they touched Bo Yan's body, they surged into his interior through his pores.

Finally, they manifested as a challenger notification echoing in Bo Yan's mind.

The main Painful Painful Minghun, "Light Shield," which had been stuck at the level-up threshold, instantly rose one level after absorbing the hunting rewards.

Bo Yan could clearly feel a warm energy circulating through his limbs and bones, enhancing his physical constitution and spiritual perception.

The blood mist exploding from the remaining demonic cultivators was the same.

The spatial rifts generated out of thin air opened and closed in vain, trying to seize the power of wealth, yet they couldn't catch even a wisp of energy.

Before the Super-Dimensional entity, one of the Four Gods, the absolute logic of the Gold-Wealth Rule was like a child's toy.

The demonic cultivators who exploded were all judged as hunting rewards, converting into Shou Shou Jili and Painful Painful Minghun evolution points in Bo Yan's balance column.

After the black torrent dispersed, Bo Yan stood in place, his heart still pounding.

He looked down at his own hands, felt the power surging within his body, then opened the spatial Xing Nang Jie interface to check his balance.

His gaze finally turned to the line of text above his head that was gradually fading, and suddenly he laughed aloud.

He knew he had truly stumbled upon a great opportunity.

The living beings of this world, regardless of their hunting level.

Using financial power to crash against his unlimited bank card would only result in instant death under the crushing weight of rule logic.

Even if the hunting level was 100, 200, or even higher.

As long as one fought using the Gold-Wealth system, they were nothing but a dish.

While the hidden power behind this world had not yet acted, Bo Yan felt he must seize the time to milk it as hard as possible.

Even if he was eventually liquidated and eliminated, he could still earn back everything, principal and interest.

With his intention clarified, Bo Yan's figure slowly rose into the air, supported by telekinetic force, flying toward the bustling district of the city.

As Bo Yan swept past the jade-carved streets and alleys, the cultivators below looked up in awe; upon seeing his attire and sensing the alien aura radiating from him, they cried out in terror:

"Otherworldly Heavenly Demon!"

These cries of alarm were like lighting a fuse, attracting more figures to look up.

Fear and greed were both present in their eyes.

All cultivators understood that Otherworldly Heavenly Demons were mobile sources of wealth that could be directly converted into power.

As long as they could kill it, they would obtain a considerable income.

Crucially, Otherworldly Heavenly Demons were suppressed by the Gold-Wealth Heavenly Dao in their world, causing their combat power to drop significantly.

Before long, the greed in a cultivator's heart overcame their fear.

On a tea house at a street corner, a cultivator who had been playing with a gold ingot suddenly stood up and waved his hand, hurling three copper coins.

The copper coins transformed into three beams of golden light in mid-air, shooting toward Bo Yan with the sound of breaking the air; the moment they touched Bo Yan's chest, they dispersed into light sources.

Using this magical artifact as a connection, a numerical comparison instantly began.

But the next second, the expression of the cultivator who attacked instantly turned to terror; his body, as if gripped by an invisible giant force, collapsed into a ball of blood mist before everyone's eyes.

Then the blood mist turned into black fog, drifting toward Bo Yan, becoming a challenger notification echoing in his mind.

Bo Yan didn't even lift his eyelids; telekinesis supported his body as it continued drifting toward the bustling district.

When passing a pavilion, a red silk ribbon suddenly flew out from a window; the ribbon was embroidered with runes, clearly another cultivator's magical artifact.

It sought to connect with him and initiate a numerical comparison.

The ribbon flexibly coiled toward Bo Yan's waist,

but the instant it contacted his body, a short scream echoed from inside the pavilion; immediately, mist gushed out from the window cracks, automatically drifting toward Bo Yan, to be swallowed and digested by his body.

The street below descended into complete chaos.

Cultivators either rode swords, waved staves, or hurled magical treasures; dense attacks surged from all directions.

Bo Yan's figure moved slowly among the buildings like a cloud.

Wherever he went, death followed.

At that moment, a long sword gleaming with cold light flew from the side, seemingly about to pierce his shoulder.

But in the Gold-Wealth Space, the magical artifact itself possessed no killing power; it was merely a unit of measurement for wealth values.

The moment the sword tip touched Bo Yan, the comparison of magnitude began; the blade vibrated with a "hum," then shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of fragments.

The cultivator holding the sword on the roof at the street corner let out a muffled groan; his body, as if pressed into an invisible millstone, saw bones burst with cracking sounds, and finally his body exploded with a boom.

The blood mist mixed with iron filings was refined in mid-air, finally condensing into a wisp of black fog that merged into Bo Yan's body.

He flew over a jade bridge spanning the Spirit River; two black-robed demonic cultivators by the bridge railing exchanged a glance and simultaneously raised their hands to strike the bridge surface.

Countless runes surged from beneath the stone slabs, weaving into a black net that descended over Bo Yan's head.

But the instant the black net touched the hem of his clothes, the runes flashed wildly; the ferocity on the two demonic cultivators' faces instantly froze; the next second, they burst like over-inflated leather skins with a "pop" into two clouds of thick black fog, causing the railings of the entire jade bridge to shatter.

The black fog extracted after death wound its way up the bridge, obediently seeping into Bo Yan's body.

Wherever he passed, any figure that attacked exploded one after another.

Blood mist, golden light, and demonic qi intertwined into a brilliant shower of light, finally all extracted, drifting toward Bo Yan, and silently swallowed by his body.

At this moment, Bo Yan stared in shock at the Xing Nang Jie interface in the upper left corner of his vision.

He saw the numbers in the balance column rising explosively.

Soon it broke through one million Shou Shou Jili, and it was still growing at a rapid pace.

The wealth-rule's absorption trait was completely suppressed by "Extraction of All Things," unable to siphon even a sliver of wealth-energy back into the furnace.

Every contact triggered a numerical gap that simply could not be calculated, so it was judged directly at the maximum value exceeding 80%, causing the attacking cultivator to drop dead on the spot.

Bo Yan didn't even have to do anything—merely maintaining his hovering posture in flight, letting those attacks crash into him—and he could watch the incoming figures burst apart, crumble, and dissolve in every conceivable way.

Sometimes a streak of sword-light came slashing down, and in the next instant the sword shattered and its wielder perished.

Sometimes a mass of demonic qi surged forth, and in the blink of an eye the demon scattered and its soul dispersed.

Some cultivators, realizing something was wrong, turned tail in terror—and at that moment Bo Yan would take the initiative to release psychokinesis and make contact.

The instant they dealt damage, it triggered the wealth-rule's counter.

He drifted past the central plaza of Gold Authority City, and the cultivators on the plaza scattered in all directions in panic.

The two closest to Bo Yan were touched by the psychokinesis and, like paper effigies set alight, swiftly burned to ash.

In the distance, a cultivator tried to escape on a flying boat; the moment the boat lifted off, its hull was touched by the psychokinesis.

Since the flying boat was itself part of that cultivator's wealth value, the numerical counter still triggered without the slightest suspense.

In the end, the figure aboard dissolved along with it into a wisp of black mist that flowed into Bo Yan's body.

The entire Gold Authority City trembled amid the chaos.

His arrival was like a natural disaster invading.

Bo Yan looked down at the city built from wealth beneath his feet, watching the cultivators fleeing in terror yet ultimately unable to escape the fate of bodily explosion, and suddenly felt the scene was somewhat absurd.

If it were a contest of pure combat power, he was no match for this group of cultivators at all.

But the rules of the Gold Authority Space forced these cultivators to crash headlong into his hardest point.

The battle became a ruleless, suspense-less crushing display of absolute dominance.