Chapter 202: "Chen Qiu, the Master of Mock Heaven Sect, Greets Everyone!"

Chapter 202: "Chen Qiu, the Master of Mock Heaven Sect, Greets Everyone!"

"Ouch."

Outside Raven Ghost City, Chen Qiu lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to his feet, his entire body trembling with pain.

Like a trapped beast, he glared at the several Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators in the air, his voice trembling and twisted with rage.

"Come on!"

He seemed as fragile as a piece of fluff in the wind, and a casual strike could end his life.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at the Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators above, forcefully suppressing the joy within.

At this moment, his cultivation progress had reached—

- Cultivation: Second Stage Divine Transformation (10%).

He had only been at the first stage with 70% progress, but after killing four Demon Race Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivators, he instantly broke through to the second stage. Was this breakthrough speed faster than that of the Transcendent Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pill?

It felt incredibly satisfying!

The only drawback was that he had to act injured, lest his displayed strength deterred other Demon Race Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivators from coming to reinforce, leaving him with no one to kill!

The Virtue Body, forged from over a hundred billion Virtue Points, was even stronger than he had imagined!

These Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators' full-power attacks didn't even cause him pain, let alone injury.

If he hadn't killed the first Demon Race Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivator and stuffed a chunk of flesh into his mouth during the chaos, he wouldn't have been able to feign blood loss.

He even had to bite his tongue.

It hurt like hell.

He didn't want to bite it.

The remaining four Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators had surrounded him but weren't attacking, clearly waiting for reinforcements. That was perfect!

They didn't have to wait long!

Just a hundred breaths later, several streams of light arrived at the battlefield, one after another.

"Brother Li Yao, you're not being very considerate by informing us of such a huge opportunity at the last moment," said a Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivator who had arrived first, his eyes filled with greed as he looked at Chen Qiu, who was staggering on the spot. His entire body trembled with excitement, "Later, the arm is mine. No one else can take it!"

"Let's kill him first."

One of the initial four Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators, a Demon Race cultivator with a sullen expression, shook his head, "This kid is tricky. The strength of the Virtue Body is formidable. One Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivator has already fallen to this kid."

"But he's also heavily injured now. We can definitely take him down."

"Be careful."

"You're lucky. We traded four lives to severely injure him. You're just here to reap the benefits. When it's time to divide the spoils, we must get a larger share."

"Hahahaha."

The newly arrived Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivator said with a deep meaning, "We'll discuss that later. There's no rush. Let's kill him first, then we'll divide the spoils slowly."

One, two, three...

Chen Qiu staggered, his face contorted with pain and unwillingness, and within that pain, there was a hint of despair. He silently counted the arriving Demon Race Ghost Cultivators—seven in total, but he didn't care about their specific cultivation levels. Any Divine Transformation cultivator would do.

Just then—

A new round of attacks began. The Ghost Cultivators, being body cultivators, knew some spells, but their main strength lay in their physical prowess, especially the Demon Race, known for their robust bodies. With the addition of the seven new Divine Transformation cultivators, a total of eleven Demon Race Ghost Cultivators launched a simultaneous assault on Chen Qiu!

"Boom!"

They struck and retreated, and another blood mist exploded, sending Chen Qiu flying back to the ground, plowing a trench over ten zhang deep.

This blood mist signified that another Demon Race Divine Transformation cultivator had been punched into a bloody mist.

They didn't stop.

The bloody scent aroused the crowd's murderous intent, and their faces twisted with rage as they unleashed another full-power attack on Chen Qiu.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After several consecutive strikes, four rhythmic blood mists exploded in the air.

This time, the Demon Race Ghost Cultivators quickly calmed down and didn't charge forward. Instead, they hovered in the air, their faces grim and silent.

This scene was somewhat familiar.

"Push harder!"

One of the Peak Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators, his face darkening as he stared at Chen Qiu, who was now covered in wounds, gritted his teeth and said, "A few more combined attacks should do it. Chen Qiu won't last much longer."

"Call for help."

Another Demon Race cultivator, his face equally grim, shook his head, "We had eleven just now, but now there are only six of us left. It's safer to call for help."

The group of Demon Race cultivators exchanged glances and agreed. They crushed the Sound Transmission Talismans again.

Then, just like before, they hovered in the air, surrounding Chen Qiu without attacking but also preventing his escape.

"Hmm."

Chen Qiu, covered in blood and staggering on the spot, secretly pondered whether he should feign more severe injuries, or else the initial-stage Demon Race Ghost Cultivators wouldn't dare to approach.

At this moment, his cultivation progress had reached the Second Stage Divine Transformation (60%).

The next moment—

"Pfft!"

Chen Qiu, who had been staggering on the spot and seemed about to collapse at any moment, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The blood arced like a rainbow in the sunlight, shining with a captivating brilliance, and sprayed out like a waterfall.

A Peak Late-stage Demon Race Ghost Cultivator, who had been hovering in the air, saw this and his eyes lit up. He immediately charged towards Chen Qiu.

"Bang!"

A solid punch landed on Chen Qiu's face.

Chen Qiu's left hand shot out, piercing the Demon Race cultivator's neck, lifting him into the air. With a twisted face, he raised his right fist and roared as he swung it with all his might, "This punch is worth a hundred years of my life!"

"Boom!"

Another Demon Race member was eliminated, leaving only five in the air.

However, these five demons' eyes lit up at the mention of using a hundred years of lifespan as a price. Did this mean that Chen Qiu was at his last breath, resorting to such extreme measures? They were certain he would collapse any moment now!

Soon enough—

Reinforcements from the Demon Race arrived again, this time with a total of sixteen!

"Charge!"

With their numbers, their morale soared. All twenty-one demons exchanged glances, and with malicious smiles, they rushed towards Chen Qiu, who seemed to be at his limit!

"This punch, I offer a hundred years of my lifespan!"

"Boom!"

"This punch, three hundred years of my lifespan!"

"Boom!"

"This punch, five hundred years of my lifespan!"

"Boom!"

After a hundred breaths...

The remaining six Demon Race members stood expressionless in the air, gazing at the ground stained with blood mist and at Chen Qiu, who staggered as if on the verge of collapse. They remained silent, deep in thought.

Wait a moment.

Let's take a step back and review the situation.

Something seemed amiss.

Hadn't Chen Qiu been staggering and on the brink of collapse from the start? But how had he managed to hold on this long? They had twenty-one Divine Transformation Demon Race members earlier, and now only six remained.

What had happened to the others? They had all turned into blood mist.

Initially, Chen Qiu needed over ten punches to kill a single Peak Divine Transformation demon, but after offering his lifespan, he could finish them off with a single punch. It was as smooth as a well-oiled machine, something they had never experienced even in their wildest dreams.

"Should we call for more reinforcements? Let's call all your friends and family."

"We can't call them. They're all dead here."

"Mine too."

"Contact the Clan Leader. Although we might only get the leftovers, it's still better than getting nothing."

"Okay."

"Come on!"

At this moment, Chen Qiu on the ground was covered in blood, appearing disoriented. He stood in place, randomly punching the air, blood flowing from his mouth. With each step, his body staggered.

On the surface, it was a pitiful sight.

But inside, a smile was struggling to stay hidden.

His cultivation progress had reached—

- Cultivation: Fourth Layer of Divine Transformation (20%).

-

What a great place, truly a blessing!

Coming to the Netherworld was the right decision.

Before entering the Netherworld, he was only at the first layer of Divine Transformation. Now, after just one day, he had reached the fourth layer, and there seemed to be room for more. Perhaps he could even break through to the sixth layer within the next two days.

He had to thank the Cause Sect.

If not for their idea, finding so many Divine Transformation demons within two days would have been a daunting task. Moreover, if he had killed too many and his reputation spread, other Divine Transformation demons wouldn't be so foolish as to stay in the Netherworld.

Unlike now, they were coming one by one to their deaths.

Then—

Chen Qiu, staggering, suddenly collapsed to the ground, appearing unable to stand up.

Despite this, the six Demon Race members in the air showed no intention of attacking, patiently waiting for their Clan Leader to arrive with reinforcements.

". . ."

On the walls of Raven Ghost City, many onlookers had gathered.

They witnessed this scene firsthand.

The young man who had initially chatted with Chen Qiu in the teahouse now watched with a complex expression as Chen Qiu lay on the ground, unable to get up. He clenched his fists, secretly hoping that Chen Qiu would stand up again.

He had lost count of how many Divine Transformation demons had fallen to Chen Qiu.

He saw Chen Qiu, like a blood-soaked war god, punching out blood mists in the air. Each time, he appeared severely injured and unable to stand, but he always managed to rise again.

His indomitable spirit of fighting to the end inspired many.

Numerous people silently cheered for Chen Qiu, hoping he would stand up again, just as he had done before.

But this time, Chen Qiu might truly be at his limit.

As the sun set and night fell, Chen Qiu remained on the ground, lying quietly. The blood beneath him stained the entire patch of land red.

Finally—

Dozens of brilliant lights shot towards them!

The Demon Clan Leader arrived with a group of Divine Transformation demons to join the battle! There was no time to mourn the fallen demons, as the Clan Leader himself had arrived!

"A Virtuous Corpse Body forged from a trillion Virtue Points."

The Demon Clan Leader, exuding overwhelming Yin Energy, looked down at Chen Qiu, who lay on the ground like a puddle of mud. Greed filled his eyes as he said, "You should have notified me earlier; we wouldn't have lost so many lives."

The surrounding Divine Transformation demons didn't dare to argue, bowing their heads in respect.

The reason was simple: the Demon Clan Leader was a Soul Refinement Stage Ghost Cultivator!

Although Ghost Cultivators at the Soul Refinement Stage lacked the Divine Transformation Realm techniques of the mortal world and the special abilities and Traits of the Soul Refinement Stage, their combat power was still significantly lower than that of Soul Refinement Stage cultivators in the mortal world. But here in the Netherworld, a Soul Refinement Stage Ghost Cultivator could easily suppress a Ghost Cultivator at the Divine Transformation Stage.

"It seems he would have died soon even without my intervention."

The Demon Clan Leader looked at Chen Qiu, who lay on the ground like a puddle, and smiled with murderous intent, "Let me finish him off."

"Boom!"

The Demon Clan Leader instantly transformed into a brilliant light, taking the lead and slamming into Chen Qiu on the ground!

Chen Qiu, who had been sleeping, was hit by this powerful attack and was sent flying. He managed to stabilize himself in mid-air and looked towards the Demon Clan Leader, who exuded overwhelming Yin Energy. Chen Qiu sighed inwardly.

Get lost.

What's a Soul Refinement Stage Ghost Cultivator doing here?

But perhaps it was because the Virtuous Corpse Body was too strong, or maybe Soul Refinement Stage Ghost Cultivators in the Netherworld were inherently weak.

This strike only caused him pain, but he didn't sustain any injuries.

However, Chen Qiu looked up at the dozens of Divine Transformation Demon Race cultivators in the air, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

They're all here.

The next moment—

All the Divine Transformation Demon Race cultivators charged towards him!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Blood mist filled the air, exploding continuously. At first, Chen Qiu pretended to be injured, but as the battle raged on, his eyes turned red with killing intent, and he dropped the act.

With each blood mist, the ground was stained red.

When the Demon Race leader, having lost his left arm and gasping for breath, was blasted away again by Chen Qiu, he managed a hoarse roar, but to his surprise, none of his clansmen responded. It was then that he realized all the Divine Transformation cultivators he had brought with him were already dead.

Before he could react—

Chen Qiu appeared before him, his face stained with blood, a gentle smile on his lips. He placed his hand on the leader's head and said, "Greetings, Chen Qiu, the Master of the Mock Heaven Sect."

"No, no."

The Demon Race leader's face turned ashen, and he trembled with fear, shouting, "Please..."

But before he could finish—

Chen Qiu's fingers tightened, and the leader's head was twisted off in an instant, then tossed aside into the wilderness.

With this—

All the Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivators from the Demon Race were annihilated!

Chen Qiu rubbed his sunken chest, the piercing pain causing him to wince. He muttered, "These Soul Refinement Ghost Cultivators do pack a punch."

However, when he checked his cultivation progress, a satisfied smile returned to his face.

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"Cultivation Progress": Eighth Level Divine Transformation (70%).

-

In just one day, he had advanced from the First Level to the Eighth Level of Divine Transformation!

Such a rapid cultivation speed was a rare sight even on the Xuantian Continent.

Next, it was time to find the Dwarf Race and prepare to return to the Mortal World.

Chen Qiu didn't look back at Raven Ghost City; instead, he walked with an unusually steady gait, his back straight like a pine tree, a stark contrast to his earlier wobbly and near-death state.

He gradually disappeared from the sight of the people on the city walls.

Vanishing without a trace.

".

On the city walls, the young man who had chatted with Chen Qiu at the teahouse stood frozen, staring at Chen Qiu's departing figure. His entire body trembled, though he didn't know why.

Dozens of Divine Transformation Demon Race Ghost Cultivators.

One Soul Refinement Demon Race Ghost Cultivator.

All of them died here.

Not a single one escaped; they all perished at Chen Qiu's hands.

And when they saw Chen Qiu's steady gait as he left, it was clear that his earlier near-death state had been an act, intended to prevent the Demon Race from fleeing.

Could this be Chen Qiu's true strength?

He was already a peerless celestial talent in the Mortal World, but now in the Netherworld, he seemed even more formidable, dominating the realm.

At that moment—

A startled cry rose from the crowd on the city walls.

"Look at the ground!"

The fierce battle had lasted an entire day, and during that time, Chen Qiu had been blasted away countless times, his body carving deep furrows into the earth. But as the battle ended—

The people realized with shock that those furrows had formed a crude line of large characters on the ground!

"Greetings to all from Chen Qiu, Master of the Mock Heaven Sect!"

There was even an exclamation mark at the end!

And the final dot of that exclamation mark was the severed head of the Demon Race leader, still dripping with blood.

The entire ground was now stained red, and under the night sky, the characters, formed by countless furrows, stood out starkly.

This scene—

Caused the breath of those on the city walls to quicken. They looked up again in the direction Chen Qiu had disappeared, but he was nowhere to be seen.

They had been watching the battle all day, but their focus had been on the fight, not the destruction it had caused to the wilderness.

Now it was clear that each time Chen Qiu was blasted away, he had intentionally controlled the angle and force of his fall.

Using his body as a brush, he had written those characters.

Using the lives of dozens of Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivators from the Demon Race, he had painted those characters.

Finally, with the head of the Demon Race leader, he had added the exclamation mark, the finishing touch to signify the end.

".

The city lord of Raven Ghost City stood frozen, gazing in the direction Chen Qiu had left, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. It was a long while before he could tear his gaze away from the characters on the ground.

"Greetings to all from Chen Qiu, Master of the Mock Heaven Sect!"

These characters implied many things.

They implied that Chen Qiu had known from the start what would happen next.

They implied that Chen Qiu had feigned weakness from the beginning, playing with the Demon Race like a cat with a mouse.

They implied so much more.

All of this pointed to one conclusion.

Chen Qiu's strength had completely overwhelmed this group of Divine Transformation Ghost Cultivators from the Demon Race, even their leader. And this dominance wasn't limited to just one dimension. It was foreseeable that news of this event would spread throughout the Netherworld in no time.

"The heavens of the Netherworld are about to change."

He muttered, his eyes unfocused.

With the Demon Race leader and so many high-level cultivators dead, a massacre targeting the Demon Race would soon begin in the Netherworld. After all, the Demon Race had lost its high-level fighters here.

There was nothing left to do but wait for death.

Unless, within a short time, a large number of Divine Transformation cultivators from the Demon Race died in the Mortal World and arrived in the Netherworld, replenishing their high-level forces, the Demon Race would face the threat of annihilation.

But how could that be possible?

(End of Chapter)

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