Chapter 383: Invincible in the World, The Peach Blossom Spring Record

Facing the approaching demonic cultivator figures, Bo Yan’s heart pounded violently.

Following the logic outlined in the guide, he realized he had no need to worry about competing in wealth metrics with cultivators from the Gold Power World.

The player’s combat power might not be strong in the Monster World.

But when it came to growth potential, and especially the rule-based powers equipped on his person, their value clearly could not be measured by mere wealth figures.

The approaching demonic cultivators might easily crush his skull with their fists.

But that would be physical-dimensional suppression.

Now, they intended to use the Gold Power rules to compete with him on the wealth dimension—everything changed.

In this dimension, the demonic cultivators abandoned direct physical suppression and switched to calculating combat power via wealth metrics.

Meanwhile, as a player, he carried wealth in his pockets—effectively an infinite asset certificate.

It was also the credential binding him to the entire player system, granting him infinite resurrection.

And the Life Souls embedded in his Star Vein slots—any single one of them—represented a rule-level height that could not be measured by any amount of resources.

No matter how strong their financial power, they could never compete with the “Player Financial Consortium” over bank account balances.

This act was essentially an insult to the creator of the Monster World’s backstory: Brother Di Zhao.

It showed utter disrespect for Brother Di Zhao’s immense power.

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

He suspected the Gold Power rules, in their scanning and quantification, couldn’t even measure the value of a Life Soul.

It was like trying to weigh an aircraft carrier with a simple scale—impossible to calculate its true mass.

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

Bo Yan’s heart pounded violently, filled with both fear and the anticipation of delivering a dimensional strike upon his foes.

The demonic cultivators’ black robes flapped violently in the wind as six figures closed in from a fan-like formation.

Beneath their hoods, their eyes glinted with greed and cruelty.

The leader of the demonic cultivators sneered, raising his hand as the debt runes on his robe flared suddenly:

“So what if you’re an Outer Domain Demon? In the Gold Power Realm, you abide by our rules.”

From these words, Bo Yan gleaned one piece of information.

Clearly, external lifeforms frequently stumbled into this space by accident.

But under the suppression of the Gold Power rules enveloping the space, all combat techniques and abilities of external lifeforms vanished, forcing them to fight on equal footing with the locals, who then crushed them using their own advantages.

In short, ordinary lifeforms entering the Gold Power space suffered drastic combat power reduction.

At that moment, the six moved forward simultaneously, accelerating through empty air.

Their demonic energy coalesced into a black torrent, surging toward Bo Yan.

They were using a demonic cultivator Heji technique, stacking their debt values to generate suppression far exceeding that of any single individual.

Bo Yan clearly saw the red numbers above their heads skyrocketing—rising from -10 million, stacking relentlessly, until they solidified into a blinding “-31 million,” like a guillotine blade hanging above his head, rapidly descending.

“Now!”

The leader of the demonic cultivators roared, and the black torrent slammed into Bo Yan’s body—immediately triggering the Gold Power rules’ judgment mechanism.

At that instant, Bo Yan looked up and saw a string of numbers flare to life above his head without warning.

It blurred into a faint glow, then resolved into clear golden characters, slowly drifting in midair.

The demonic cultivators’ sneers had not yet faded when they saw the numbers—their pupils shrank violently, and a terrified hiss escaped their throats.

For the floating symbol above Bo Yan was not a concrete value.

It was a line of continuously flashing golden text: ∞.

Infinity.

The test result was in. A smug grin spread across Bo Yan’s Iron Face.

As he had suspected, the Gold Power rules, no matter how exhaustively they applied logic, could not quantify the player system’s permissions or the value of Life Souls.

Nor could they calculate the efficacy of any function tied to Di Zhao.

In the end, they could only use this symbol—transcending all numerical systems—to denote an unquantifiable value.

The leader of the demonic cultivators choked out a shriek, his greed instantly replaced by utter terror.

Because this was a number he had never seen before.

The other demonic cultivators were struck as if by lightning, frozen in place—their combined negative value starkly contrasted against the “∞” hovering above Bo Yan.

They could clearly feel the Gold Power Heaven’s logic spinning wildly.

Trying to determine victory or defeat through numerical disparity.

But finite numbers colliding with infinity—the Gold Power rules simply could not compute the difference.

Under normal circumstances, a disparity exceeding 80% would trigger the erasure protocol.

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

Like a computer frozen in a crash state, unable to proceed to the next step.

But the logical rules had to activate.

After prolonged stuttering, the Gold Power rules announced their judgment.

The outcome was exactly as Bo Yan predicted.

Puff!

The leader of the demonic cultivators exploded first.

His body was crushed as if by invisible force, dissolving into a cloud of black blood mist.

Then came the second, the third… all six demonic cultivators exploded one after another like ignited firecrackers, their bodies obliterated under the absolute logic of the Gold Power rules.

According to the Gold Power rules’ absolute logic, the black light infused with debt energy should have been reclaimed and absorbed, flowing back through the rule channels to the Gold Power Tower.

Ultimately transforming into the foundational numerical values sustaining the world’s operation.

But the moment the Gold Power rules activated, the player system’s “Extraction of All Things” trait also triggered.

The black mist halted abruptly in midair—the trajectory meant to flow into the rift was violently reversed, swirling into a churning black fog.

The “Extraction of All Things” trait brutally decomposed the energy, stripping away inferior matter, leaving only pure, refined energy—like sifting gold from mud.

Then, it surged en masse toward Bo Yan’s body.

Upon contact, it flooded into his body through his pores.

Finally, it became a challenger notification echoing in Bo Yan’s mind.

The primary Life Soul, “Light Shield,” already stalled at its upgrade threshold, instantly leveled up after absorbing the hunting rewards.

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

The same occurred with the blood mist from the other demonic cultivators.

The spatial rifts that had spontaneously formed opened and closed uselessly, attempting to reclaim the wealth energy—but not a single wisp could be captured.

Before the superdimensional power of one of the Four Gods, the Gold Power rules’ absolute logic was like a child’s toy.

All exploded demonic cultivators were classified as hunting rewards, converted into Bo Yan’s balance as sacrificial power and Life Soul evolution points.

When the black torrent dissipated, Bo Yan stood in place, his heart still pounding.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the power surging within, then opened his spatial inventory to check his balance.

His gaze finally rested on the fading golden text above his head—and he suddenly burst into laughter.

He knew he had truly stumbled upon a great opportunity.

The lifeforms of this world, regardless of their hunting level,

would instantly die if they tried to clash their wealth against his infinite balance—crushed by rule-based logic.

Even if their hunting level was 100, 200, or higher.

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

While the Muhou forces of this world had not yet intervened, Bo Yan decided he must seize the moment and harvest as much as possible.

Even if he was eventually Qingsuan out, he would recover every penny—and then some.

With his resolve clear, Bo Yan’s body slowly rose into the air, carried by telekinesis, heading toward the city’s bustling district.

As Bo Yan flew over jade-paved alleys, the cultivators below looked up in awe. When they saw his attire and sensed the alien aura radiating from him, they cried out in terror:

“Outer Domain Demon!”

These cries ignited a chain reaction, drawing more heads upward.

Their eyes held both fear and greed.

All cultivators understood: an Outer Domain Demon was a mobile source of power, directly convertible into wealth.

If they could kill him, they would gain a substantial income.

More importantly, in their world, the Gold Power Heaven suppressed Outer Domain Demons, drastically reducing their combat power.

Soon enough, greed overcame fear in some cultivators’ hearts.

On a teahouse corner, a cultivator idly playing with a gold ingot suddenly stood up and flung three copper coins into the air.

The coins transformed into three golden streaks, whistling through the air toward Bo Yan—upon touching his chest, they dissolved into sources of light.

Using this artifact as a link, the wealth comparison instantly began.

But the next second, the cultivator’s expression turned to horror—his body was crushed by invisible force, exploding into a bloody mist before the crowd’s eyes.

The blood mist then turned to black fog, drifting toward Bo Yan, becoming a challenger notification echoing in his mind.

Bo Yan didn’t even lift his eyelids; his body continued floating toward the bustling district, carried by telekinesis.

As he passed a pavilion, a red silk ribbon suddenly shot out from a window, embroidered with runes—clearly another cultivator’s artifact.

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

Silk ribbons flexibly wrapped around Bo Yan’s waist.

But the instant they touched his body, a short scream echoed from the attic, followed by mist surging from the window gaps, drifting automatically toward Bo Yan and being devoured and digested by his body.

The streets below descended into complete chaos.

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

Bo Yan’s figure drifted like a cloud, gliding slowly between buildings.

Wherever he passed, death followed.

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

But within the Jin Quan Space, magical tools possessed no inherent killing power—they were merely units for measuring wealth value.

The moment the sword tip touched Bo Yan, the “Size Comparison” mechanism activated; the blade trembled with a loud “hum,” then shattered into fragments, scattering into the air.

The cultivator gripping the sword on the rooftop corner grunted, his body crushed as if pressed beneath an invisible mill—bones cracked with sharp snaps, then his body exploded violently.

Blood mist mixed with iron shavings was refined in midair, finally coalescing into a wisp of black mist that flowed into Bo Yan’s body.

He flew over a jade bridge spanning the Spirit River; two black-robed demonic cultivators on the bridge railing exchanged glances, then simultaneously slapped the bridge surface.

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

But the instant the black net touched his robe’s edge, the runes flashed wildly—the two demonic cultivators’ fierce expressions froze; the next second, they burst like overinflated bladders, exploding into two thick clouds of black mist, shattering the entire bridge railing in the process.

The black mist, extracted after death, crept upward along the bridge’s structure and obediently seeped into Bo Yan’s body.

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

Blood mist, golden light, demonic energy wove together into a dazzling rain of light, all ultimately extracted and drifting toward Bo Yan, silently swallowed by his body.

At this moment, Bo Yan stared in stunned disbelief at the inventory interface in the upper-left corner of his vision.

The balance number was skyrocketing.

It quickly surpassed one million sacrificial power and continued accelerating.

The Jin Quan rules’ recycling property was completely suppressed by “Extraction of All Things”—not a single scrap of wealth energy could be siphoned back.

Each contact triggered an uncomputable value disparity, instantly Panding as exceeding the maximum 80% threshold, causing the attacking cultivators to die instantly.

Bo Yan didn’t even need to act—just maintaining his floating posture, letting attacks collide with him, he watched incoming figures explode, disintegrate, or dissolve in various ways.

Sometimes a blade of light slashed toward him, then the sword shattered and the wielder died.

Sometimes a wave of demonic energy surged forward, and in an instant, the demon energy dispersed and the soul vanished.

Some cultivators, realizing the situation was dire, panicked and turned to flee—then Bo Yan would actively release telekinesis to make contact.

Any damage inflicted triggered the Jin Quan rules’ counteraction.

He drifted past the central square of Jin Quan City; the cultivators there scattered in terror.

The two closest to Bo Yan, touched by telekinesis, burned to ash like paper dolls.

Farther away, a cultivator tried to escape on a flying vessel; the moment it lifted off, the vessel’s hull was touched by telekinesis.

Since the flying vessel was part of that cultivator’s wealth value, the value confrontation was inevitable.

In the end, the vessel and its occupant merged into a single wisp of black mist that flowed into Bo Yan’s body.

The entire Jin Quan City trembled in chaos.

His arrival was like a natural disaster invading.

Bo Yan looked down at the city of wealth beneath his feet, watching the cultivators flee in terror yet inevitably meet explosive deaths, and suddenly found the scene absurd.

In terms of combat power, he was no match for this group of cultivators.

But the Jin Quan Space’s rules forced these cultivators to smash themselves against his hardest point.

Turning combat into an inevitable rule-based Nianya .