Chapter 335: Seizure and Distribution
Jizhi had once been a student at Wanfa University.
After graduation, he joined a pharmaceutical company, responsible for cultivating and growing medicinal herbs.
With his exceptional professional skills and tireless work ethic, he quickly surpassed his seniors, eventually taking full charge of an entire large-scale herb cultivation zone.
His salary climbed steadily, and so did the floor of his apartment—each year, he moved up a level.
His elixirs upgraded from basic to premium brands, and his Spirit Armor was gradually replaced with high-end models.
For the first time in years, he could afford a taste of meat each month, and occasionally even attend lectures from a Nascent Soul Immortal.
No longer relying on the Yuan Ci Channel, he now walked through the Anti-Gravity Channel—his status had truly risen.
But just as Jizhi believed he was on the path to greater wealth and a better life, fate cruelly twisted the wheel.
“No. 18 Sha Qi contamination is severe. The malevolent energy has already seeped into your vital organs. Immediate surgery is required—otherwise, you’ll lose your work capacity within a month.”
When the doctor delivered those words, Jizhi’s mind went blank.
Later, he discovered the truth: the growth hormones used by the company to cultivate medicinal herbs contained massive amounts of No. 18 Sha Qi.
While this malevolent energy was essential for the herbs’ growth, prolonged exposure proved devastating to the human body.
To afford surgery, Jizhi took on debt. Even after the operation, he had to undergo daily Lingbi-based purification treatments to cleanse the Sha Qi—treatments that would continue for the rest of his life, until death.
He tried to switch jobs—but with his specialized background in pharmaceutical cultivation, he found no formal positions that could afford his treatment.
He demanded compensation from the company, but endless bureaucratic delays, departmental finger-pointing, and red tape drained his patience.
He realized the truth: They’re waiting for me to die.
Just like they’ve done to the other victims.
To cover medical costs, Jizhi had no choice but to keep working for the company.
But to reduce exposure to Sha Qi, his efficiency inevitably declined—his performance ratings plummeted.
At last, he understood the look in the eyes of the seniors he’d once replaced.
It wasn’t envy. It wasn’t hatred.
It was the same look of quiet sorrow, as if they were gazing at their younger selves—just as he now looked at the fresh-faced college graduate who would soon replace him.
To make up for his falling income, Jizhi cut back on expenses.
His apartment floor dropped lower. His Spirit Armor was swapped for cheaper models. His medicine came from the company’s defective batches.
This only worsened his health, and eventually, he was placed on the company’s layoff list.
Without his salary, Jizhi survived only through temporary labor—too poor to afford treatment or repay his debts.
Just when he had nowhere left to turn, Maiying Hui found him.
They offered him work cultivating Diqu Mai—a sacred grain infused with intense food essence.
But the cultivation was difficult, requiring experts like Jizhi to grow it in large quantities.
At first, it was just farming. Then came flour processing.
Later, to boost income, he took on more dangerous tasks—murder contracts, gang wars.
To further increase yields, he began stealing human blood to create Blood pools as fertilizer—turning ordinary people into his sustenance, prolonging his own life.
“This is Kunxu,” he whispered to himself.
“Kunxu means you must eat people to gain wealth, to survive.”
Just like the company ate us.
Just like we eat the common folk.
And so, Jizhi lived day by day in the Darkness Seed Realm—on borrowed time, with his life hanging by a thread.
Until today.
Surrounded by Zhang Yu and his allies, Jizhi’s fury exploded.
His killing intent surged like a storm.
“If I were at my peak… how could you possibly hold me like this?!”
Roar!
In a frenzy, the built-in medicine vials in his arm Spirit Armor injected themselves automatically.
Jizhi’s body swelled again, his violent aura erupting in a storm of blazing heat, radiating outward in all directions.
Blinded by the spectacle, overwhelmed by blocked attacks, Jizhi focused solely on unleashing his Hao Ri Gangqi—using a scorching field of energy to overwhelm his enemies.
Zhang Pianpian warned: “He’s trying to destroy the cargo. Don’t let him succeed.”
Zhang Yu replied: “I’ll hold him front and center.”
Feeling the overwhelming heat, Zhang Yu stepped forward first, meeting the onslaught of humanoid aura waves head-on, locking up the enemy’s movements.
With each clash of aura, the pressure mounted—Zhang Yu felt as though he’d swallowed a hundred tons of concrete in a single breath.
Yu Xinghan, using his Third Eye Ability, instantly analyzed every motion in the battlefield.
In a flash, he surged forward through the searing heat, driving a fist straight into Jizhi’s back—exploiting the opening.
Boom!
The explosion of energy shattered the protective aura shielding Jizhi’s back, tearing open a massive hole.
Just as the aura began to reseal, Zhang Pianpian clearly marked the weak point in her Eye Armor, writing two golden characters: Strike Here.
Under the Deep Cold Mana Vein’s power, Le Mulan struck with a single fingertip—her freezing martial energy, laced with her innate Medicinal Power, pierced through the gap before the aura could close.
Jizhi, already at the brink of explosive energy release, flared violently under the sudden surge of Medicinal Power.
His blood vessels expanded, his heart pounded harder than ever.
At that moment, Zhang Yu unleashed Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
The human-shaped aura wrapped around Jizhi, and a torrent of blazing Hao Ri Gangqi erupted.
“What?!”
“My Hao Ri Gangqi?!”
Jizhi’s body temperature spiked instantly.
Now, Zhang Yu’s attack was like pouring gasoline on fire—his internal heat skyrocketed.
The rapid increase accelerated his own Medicinal Power, while his frantic heartbeat sent waves of dizziness crashing through his mind.
But it wasn’t over.
As the Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin blast fired, Zhang Yu followed up with a palm strike—sending a wave of freezing martial energy deep into Jizhi’s core.
Zhang Yu and Le Mulan—two opposing forces, one blazing, one freezing—converged inside Jizhi’s body.
The clash of fire and ice tore through his internal energy pathways.
Some blood channels surged with unnatural speed, others froze completely.
The result? His meridians ruptured in a violent cascade of agony.
Spurt!
Jizhi spat a massive mouthful of blood.
His aura wavered—just for an instant.
The opening was all Yu Xinghan needed.
A flurry of punches shattered through his defenses.
Zhang Yu and Le Mulan closed in immediately, unleashing a storm of attacks that swallowed Jizhi whole.
Within seconds, the three of them stopped.
They stood over the now-calm, still figure—An An quietly lying down.
Their collective breaths finally relaxed.
They hadn’t been entirely calm before.
Of course they were nervous.
They knew these Darkness Seed Realm gang members were ruthless—cold-blooded killers who fought to the death.
One escapee could mean disaster.
But thanks to Zhang Pianpian’s guidance, this operation was perfectly timed—attacking when the enemy’s defenses were weakest, and maintaining dominance from start to finish.
“Don’t get too excited,” Zhang Pianpian’s voice echoed in their ears.
“Now comes the most important part.”
She stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across the floor—row after row of flour bricks.
Since combat spells could easily be detected by Zheng Shen, Zhang Pianpian hadn’t engaged directly.
Instead, she’d remained in the background—supporting from afar.
Now, she observed the scattered bricks and said: “We need to get this shipment out.”
Yu Xinghan asked: “What about the Diqu Mai still growing in the fields?”
Besides the storage room they were in, the hideout contained another cultivation chamber—filled with thriving Diqu Mai plants.
Zhang Pianpian replied: “Leave the plants alone. Too risky. They’ll be perfect bait for the Sao Fan Group’s investigation.”
“As for these flour bricks…” She estimated the load. “Market value is around 100 Lingbi or more.”
Hearing that, Zhang Yu, Yu Xinghan, and Le Mulan all inhaled sharply.
“Each brick is worth over 100 Lingbi?” Zhang Yu muttered. “This is already enough for us to split.”
Yu Xinghan shook his head, incredulous: “Such a valuable haul, and they only sent one Foundation Establishment to guard it? How careless.”
Zhang Pianpian said coolly: “Normally, two Foundation Establishments. We just chose a time when the second one wasn’t around.”
“And even if there were more, it wouldn’t matter. The Inspection Team can’t touch them here. The key to the Darkness Seed Realm is concealment. The secret passages are hidden, their Spirit Armor and surveillance aren’t linked to any external network.”
“Unless Zhang Yu stumbled upon the clue, and I forcibly hacked in… this operation could’ve run undetected for years.”
Zhang Yu thought to himself: If it weren’t for the Evil God’s Ritual, I wouldn’t have even suspected this place existed.
Yu Xinghan crouched, examining the Spirit Armor on the corpses.
“Even with 100 Lingbi worth of goods on hand, their armor is all cheap junk. These cultivators look thin and starved—like they haven’t eaten in days.”
Zhang Pianpian shrugged. “Who said farming makes you rich? Do you think they can afford to eat the Diqu Mai they grow?”
“Besides, most of the profits go straight to the top.”
“Consider this: they built a massive underground cultivation base in Hilong Garden. You think there’s no insider help? That inside man must be pretty high up.”
Yu Xinghan’s eyes narrowed. He mulled it over. “So… someone’s cracking down hard on the Darkness Seed Realm… but someone else is secretly supporting it—using it to make money?”
Zhang Pianpian said: “Enough talk. Zhang Yu, hand over one-tenth of the goods.”
“One-tenth?” Zhang Yu frowned. “That’s only ten Lingbi. Aren’t we getting too little?”
Zhang Pianpian replied calmly: “One-tenth is the portion left for the Inspection Team.”
“The rest—nine-tenths—we keep.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened. “But how do we get it out?”
Zhang Pianpian looked around the tomb.
“The easiest way?”
She said simply: “We carry it out as ashes.”
(End of Chapter)
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