Qiao San’s mischievous grin vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-hard face brimming with killing intent. His eyes blazed like stars as he drew his sword and stepped back, then kicked the monstrous bull, which was spurting blood wildly, sending it crashing to the ground!
“Die, wretched beast! You forced my hand!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a dazzling bloom of sword light blossomed in the night sky, only to vanish like a fleeting dream—the blade now concealed within his specially crafted belt.
His previously slouched figure unknowingly straightened into a proud stance. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the audacious rogue nor the courteous scholar; he had become a wandering swordsman, seamlessly merged with the night and its deadly intent!
“This cursed forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Hands behind his back, Qiao San gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the crimson moonlight, swirled with confusion. He knew better than to think himself invincible and couldn’t help but wonder: Could the fearsome tales about Ghost Forest be exaggerated?
“Roar—” A fierce roar shattered Qiao San’s thoughts, plunging him once again into extreme danger.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as a fleeting dream. The blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His once slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold San” who muddled through life, nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering swordsman, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon, his eyes clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human tongue with a murderous rage: “Human, I will tear you to pieces and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal steel can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only verbose but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, nostrils spewing flames, the once aloof and ethereal figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his original “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire crashed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, as if two towering trees were perched on its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and withered leaves. Against such powerful demonic force, a mere mortal like him stood no chance.
The ox demon laughed triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was on the verge of tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still stand like Qiao San was nothing short of a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and sprinted toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian Qiao San finally felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders, breathing a huge sigh of relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, how wonderful! Not a fleeting ghost, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as Qiao San was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, before he could finish his words, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but the sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human at all, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After many twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The fate of the unfortunate ruffian darkened as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray, misty borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each carried a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountain ranges. The red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear especially sinister and terrifying.
“Ahh!” Now Qiao San understood why Ghost Forest was feared. As the monster transformed, the wounds on its chest vanished like spring snow, and even the blood spilled on the ground returned as if possessed of a spirit.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The sharp blade was already coiled back into his specially designed belt.
His previously slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the carefree rogue nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng, but a wandering swordsman who blended seamlessly with the night and the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon, his eyes clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Were the terrifying legends of the ghost forest just exaggerated rumors?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was feared. As the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished like snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal steel can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Though Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox snorted flames and approached, the once aloof, black-haired figure was instantly reduced back to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for it—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A burst of flames struck the spot where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the fire. The demonic ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already on the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. His sword struck the monster eighteen times in an instant, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, resembling two towering trees.
A powerful gust of wind swept through, and Qiao San was sent flying amidst a shower of broken wood and dead leaves. Against such formidable demonic power, a mere mortal like him stood no chance.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed far surpassing its previous pursuit of Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped death, he was nearly moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still stand was a miracle. Qiao San was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and he ran desperately toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them vanished rapidly, and as he approached, the ruffian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A person—a lean, middle-aged man. Great! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a beast’s head. The human features before him were incredibly comforting.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, still more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into despair. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you’ve delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out this wasn’t a human at all, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all the lesser demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After so many twists and turns, Qiao San had still fallen into the hands of a demon. The unfortunate ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray, desolate borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren peak stood alone. Midway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon, each holding a woman as they descended.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who knew these two little ghosts had some power, especially that wench—I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the mountain range, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared, replaced by dark clouds that made the demon realm seem even more sinister and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spurting blood, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The sharp blade was already coiled back into his specially designed belt.
His previously slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold San” who lived by the day, nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering swordsman, seamlessly blending with the night and embodying the essence of killing intent.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be nothing but exaggerated rumors?
“Roar—” A fierce roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San. It spoke in human language, its voice filled with murderous rage: “Human, I will tear you to pieces and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so feared. As the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flowing back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal steel can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans!
Though Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, flames spewing from its nostrils, the previously composed, black-haired figure was instantly reduced to his original “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more decisively, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed more than twenty meters in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone were tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns growing inexplicably large, like two towering trees on its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and dead leaves. Against such powerful demonic strength, a mere mortal like him had no chance to fight back!
The ox demon laughed triumphantly, then—turned and fled. Its speed was countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San, not at all like a clumsy ox but more like a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to wander into the demon realm and still stand like Qiao San was nothing short of a miracle. Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, he was overjoyed and ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them vanished rapidly, and as he approached, the ruffian finally felt a sense of relief, letting out a deep sigh.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, how wonderful! Not a fleeting ghost, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than three meters away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into the abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me. Gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human at all, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Hmm… this is it!” After several twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The fate-stricken ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray, misty borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly waiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each of them carried a woman as they descended on the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would take so much effort for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear spirit cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice. The sky was now filled with dark clouds, making the demon realm appear especially sinister and terrifying.
“Mommy! Run for your life—swoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled completely, using his utmost human martial arts skills to fly between branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten zhang in an instant.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The sharp blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His once slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the carefree rogue known as “Bold Three” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering swordsman, blending seamlessly with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San. It spoke in human language, its voice filled with murderous intent: “Human, I will tear you to pieces and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flowing back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal steel could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox snorted flames and approached, the image of the aloof, black-haired sage who had been gazing at the sky was instantly shattered, and he reverted to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more decisively. Using his human martial arts to lighten his body, he flew through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire crashed where Qiao San had just stood. The towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames, and the demonic ox closed the distance of over twenty meters in an instant. Its scorching breath seemed to already be blowing on the back of Qiao San’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it. Then, with a shake of its head, its two ox horns strangely grew to an enormous size, resembling two towering trees on its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and dead leaves. Against such powerful demonic strength, a mere mortal like him had no chance to fight back!
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled. Its speed was countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San, not at all like a clumsy ox but more like a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was on the verge of tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to wander into the demon realm and still be able to stand like Qiao San was nothing short of a miracle. Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, he was overjoyed and ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian Qiao San finally felt a sense of relief, letting out a deep sigh.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, how wonderful! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, before he could finish speaking, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than three meters away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his shrill laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me. Gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human at all, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all the half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After so many twists and turns, Qiao San had still fallen into the hands of a demon. The fate of the ruffian took a dark turn as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm, sinking into sorrow.
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In the gray, misty borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of demons eagerly awaiting, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each of them held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that even capturing two small wild ghosts would be such a hassle for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear spirit cursed his own ancestors without a change in expression, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountain ranges. The red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear particularly eerie and terrifying.
“Dang! Dang!” With nowhere left to run, Qiao San steeled himself, charging forward instead of retreating. His sword flashed, landing eighteen strikes on the monster, each wave of sword qi surging like an endless river.
“Gaa! Gaa!” The monster felt as if someone were tickling it. Then, with a shake of its head, its two bull horns suddenly expanded to gigantic proportions, like two towering trees atop its head.
The mischievous grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demon ox, which was spurting blood, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The blade was already coiled back into his specially designed belt.
His slanted figure unknowingly became tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold Three” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He was a wandering hero, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the killing intent.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A fierce roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demon ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Now Qiao San understood why the ghost forest was so feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and even the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demon ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal iron could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demon ox truly resembled a “human,” not only being talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demon ox approached, flames shooting from its nostrils, the previously composed, black-haired sage was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for it—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A burst of flames landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the fire. The demon ox crossed over twenty meters in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. His sword struck the monster eighteen times in an instant, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he found himself so fond of his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, help…” For a mortal who had mistakenly entered the demon realm, standing up like Qiao San was already a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian Qiao San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A person, a lean middle-aged man, great! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, before he could finish speaking, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than a meter away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living person, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but the sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living person, have come to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out not to be a human, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that would make any half-demon envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After many twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The fate of the unfortunate ruffian darkened, and he was knocked unconscious by the demon’s gentle slap.
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In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren peak stood out. On the demon-infested mountainside was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the mountains, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice. The dark clouds made the demon realm seem particularly eerie and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The sharp blade was originally coiled within his specially made belt.
His once slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold Three” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering swordsman, seamlessly blending with the night and embodying the essence of killing intent.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar shattered Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Now Qiao San understood why the ghost forest was so feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal steel could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Though Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, nostrils flaring with fire, the once aloof and serene figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already blowing on the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone were tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns bizarrely growing to an enormous size, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and dead leaves. Against such powerful demonic strength, a mere mortal like him had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon grinned triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was nearly moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still manage to stand up was nothing short of a miracle. Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, Qiao San ran with all his might toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, thank goodness! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with an animal’s head. The human features of the other man were a comforting sight to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “man” raised a single hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into despair. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you’ve delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human at all, but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping onto a black cloud that made all the half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After so many twists and turns, Qiao San had finally fallen into the hands of a demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went black as he was knocked unconscious by the demon’s gentle slap.
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In the gray, misty borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each carried a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the mountain range. The red moon in the sky had disappeared, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear especially sinister and terrifying.
“Eh?!” Qiao San was shocked again. Lucky to have survived by a hair, he nearly burst into tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—his eyes fell upon a human figure emerging from the mist!
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demon ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as a fleeting moment. The blade was originally coiled within his specially made belt.
His slanted figure unknowingly became tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless Daredevil San nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. Instead, he was a wandering swordsman who seamlessly blended with the night and merged with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon, his eyes clouded with confusion under the red moonlight. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demon ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and even the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demon ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal iron can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demon ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only verbose but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demon ox approached, flames spewing from its nostrils, the once aloof and ethereal figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his original “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demon ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already reaching the back of the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to escape, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then it shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, as if two towering trees were perched on its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and withered leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, save me…” A mortal who had mistakenly entered the demon realm, Qiao San’s ability to stand up was already a miracle. Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, he was overjoyed and ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, Ruffian San finally felt a great relief.
A person, a lean middle-aged man, great! Not a fleeting ghost nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as Ruffian San was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, before he could finish his words, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living person, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but the sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living person, deliver yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out to be not a human but a monster far more terrifying than the previous ones, a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After many twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of the demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Midway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each held a woman as they descended on the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! Why did it take you so long to return?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear demon cursed his ancestors without changing his expression, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her trick!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains. The red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear particularly eerie and terrifying.
The distance between them rapidly closed, and the ruffian Qiao San finally felt relief wash over him.
A human—a thin middle-aged man. So wonderful! Not a ghostly specter, nor a beast-headed monster. To Qiao San, the man’s human features were incredibly comforting.
“Brother…” Just as Qiao San was about to bow politely, trying to feign some decorum, the “man” suddenly raised a hand. From over a zhang away, Qiao San was “sucked” into the stranger’s grasp by an invisible force.
“Gaa! Gaa! A live human! Perfect!” The stranger was delighted too, but his sharp laughter sent Qiao San’s instincts plummeting into despair. “I was just worried about what gift to give Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and here you come offering yourself, gaa! Gaa!”
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a dazzling sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His slanted figure unconsciously straightened, and at this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold Three” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering swordsman, blending seamlessly with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so feared. As the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had covered the ground flew back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal iron can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, nostrils flaring with fire, the image of the aloof, black-haired sage was instantly shattered, and he reverted to his “ruffian” self.
“My god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping over ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already reaching the back of the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to escape, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. His sword struck the monster eighteen times in an instant, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns bizarrely growing to an enormous size, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon laughed triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed many times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he felt such a fondness for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, help…” For a mortal to wander into the demon realm and still stand like Qiao San was a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian Qiao San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A human—a lean, middle-aged man. Great! Not a ghostly apparition or a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as Qiao San was about to clasp his hands in a polite greeting, before he could finish his words, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, over ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After many twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The fate of the ruffian took a dark turn as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. On its demon-infested slopes was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly waiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each carried a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear spirit cursed his ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains. The red moon in the sky had disappeared, and the dark clouds made the demon realm particularly eerie and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demon ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The sharp blade was actually coiled within his specially made belt.
His slanted figure unconsciously became tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold Three” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. Instead, he was a wandering swordsman who had merged with the night and the killing intent.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon, his eyes clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be just rumors?
“Roar—” A fierce roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demon ox trembled, and then a half-ox, half-human creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you to pieces and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so terrifying. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had covered the ground flew back into the demon ox’s body as if it had a life of its own.
“Human, do you think mere mortal iron can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demon ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. When the demon ox snorted flames and approached, the previously aloof and ethereal figure was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demon ox crossed more than twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already blowing on the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then it shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, like two towering trees on its head.
A sweeping wind roared, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. He was so fortunate to have escaped with his life that he nearly burst into tears. Never before had he found himself so fond of his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still be able to stand like Qiao San was a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and he ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, Qiao San finally felt a great relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, how wonderful! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and an animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as Qiao San was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but the sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into the abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters, a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all the half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Uh… this is it!” After several twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of the demon. The fate of the unfortunate ruffian darkened, and he was knocked unconscious by the demon’s gentle palm in sorrow.
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In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly waiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each of them held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! Why did it take you so long to return?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without changing his expression, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
The bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains. The red moon in the sky had disappeared at some point, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear particularly eerie and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes burst with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demon ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The blade was actually coiled within his specially made belt.
His once slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold Three” who muddled through life, nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering knight, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This haunted forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, but he couldn’t help wondering: Could the terrifying legends of the haunted forest be nothing but exaggerated tales?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demon ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San. It spoke in human language, its voice filled with murderous rage: “Human, I will tear you apart and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the haunted forest was feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had soaked the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demon ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal steel could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demon ox truly resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Though Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demon ox snorted flames and closed in, the once aloof and ethereal figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his original “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire crashed where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demon ox crossed more than twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sword struck the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns growing inexplicably enormous, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and dead leaves. Under the overwhelming demonic power, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon laughed triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was on the verge of tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still stand was nothing short of a miracle. Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, Qiao San was overjoyed and sprinted toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between the two rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A human—a lean, middle-aged man. Thank goodness! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other man were a comforting sight to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite greeting, the “man” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was inexplicably “sucked” into the other’s grasp.
“Gah, gah… A living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his shrill laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into despair. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you’ve delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out this wasn’t a human at all, but a far more terrifying demon than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping onto a black cloud that made all the half-demons envious, and flew away.
“Ugh… I’m done for now!” After all the twists and turns, Qiao San had still fallen into the hands of a demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray, desolate borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren peak stood out. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. Leading the way was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon. Each held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the mountain range. The red moon in the sky had disappeared, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear especially sinister and terrifying.
※※※※※※※
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His slouching figure unconsciously straightened, and at this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold San” nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. Instead, he had become a wandering swordsman, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be just exaggerated rumors?
“Roar—” A fierce roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so terrifying. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and even the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal steel could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, flames shooting from its nostrils, the previously composed and aloof figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed more than twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already blowing on the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sword struck the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns bizarrely growing to an enormous size, like two towering trees on its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he found himself so fond of his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still be able to stand like Qiao San was a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and he ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian finally felt a great sense of relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, great! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into despair. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, have delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters, a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… I’m done for now!” After many twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
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In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood out. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each of them held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! Why did it take you so long to return?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear spirit cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared at some point. The sky was filled with dark clouds, making the demon realm appear particularly sinister and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spurting blood, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The blade was originally coiled within his specially made belt.
His slanted figure unconsciously straightened, and at this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless Daredevil San nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. Instead, he had become a wandering knight, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be nothing but exaggerated tales?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you to pieces and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was so feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest disappeared as quickly as snow in spring, and even the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal steel could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox truly resembled a “human,” not only verbose but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox approached, flames shooting from its nostrils, the once aloof and composed figure with flowing black hair was instantly reduced to his original “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and the towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed over twenty feet in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. His sharp sword struck the monster eighteen times in an instant, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns strangely growing to an enormous size, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A tremendous gust of wind swept through, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, and then—it turned and fled, its speed countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was on the verge of tears. Never before had he found himself so fond of his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight.
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to wander into the demon realm and still stand like Qiao San was nothing short of a miracle. He was overjoyed, like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, and he ran wildly toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, the ruffian Qiao San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, how wonderful! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a human body and an animal head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, before he could finish speaking, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than ten feet away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living human, how wonderful!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into an abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living human, come to me willingly. Gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human but a demon far more terrifying than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had already cultivated a demonic form.
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… this is it!” After several twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of the demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went dark, and he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm, sinking into sorrow.
※※※※※※※
In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each demon held a woman as they descended from the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear spirit cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared without notice. The sky was filled with dark clouds, making the demon realm appear particularly sinister and terrifying.
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demon ox, which was spewing blood arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear like a fleeting illusion. The sharp blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His slouched figure unknowingly straightened with pride. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless Daredevil San nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering knight, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This ghost forest isn’t so scary after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he was invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the ghost forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar dispelled Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demon ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous tone: “Human, I will tear you apart and devour you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the ghost forest was feared. After the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had spilled on the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demon ox’s body.
“Human, do you think mere mortal iron can harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demon ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Although Qiao San had revealed his hidden side, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demon ox snorted flames and approached, the previously composed, black-haired figure was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“Oh my god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping over ten meters in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A burst of flames landed where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the fire. The demon ox crossed over twenty meters in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. His sharp sword struck the monster eighteen times in an instant, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling it, then shook its head, and the two ox horns on its head strangely grew to an enormous size, resembling two towering trees.
A powerful gust of wind swept through, and Qiao San was sent flying amidst a shower of broken wood and withered leaves. Under the overwhelming demonic power, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon grinned triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was almost moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for a fellow human—a “person” appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” A mortal lost in the demon realm, Qiao San’s ability to stand was already a miracle. Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline, he was overjoyed and ran desperately toward the figure in the fog.
The distance between them rapidly disappeared, and as he approached, Qiao San finally felt a sense of relief, letting out a deep sigh.
A person—a lean, middle-aged man. Great! Not a ghostly apparition nor a monster with a beast’s head. The human features of the other person were incredibly comforting to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as Qiao San was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “person” raised a hand, and Qiao San, still over a meter away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… a living person, great!” The newcomer was also delighted, but the sharp laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into despair. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you, a living person, deliver yourself to me. Gah, gah…”
It turned out that this was not a human but a far more terrifying demon than the previous monsters—a powerful demon who had cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… I’m done for!” After several twists and turns, Qiao San still fell into the hands of a demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went dark as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
※※※※※※※
In the gray borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood out. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear spirit. Each of them held a woman as they descended on the clouds.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it!” The bear spirit cursed his own ancestors without a change in expression, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who would have thought these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductive woman. I almost fell for her tricks!”
The bestial roars echoed through the continuous mountains. The red moon in the sky had disappeared, and the dark clouds made the demon realm appear particularly eerie and terrifying.
“Damn it!” The bear swore without batting an eyelash, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Didn’t expect these two little ghosts to have some powers. Especially that seductive woman—almost got the better of me!”
The sly grin on Qiao San’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, iron-like expression filled with murderous intent. His eyes sparkled with starlight as he coldly drew his sword and stepped back, kicking the demonic ox, which was spurting blood like arrows, to the ground.
“Damn monster! You forced me to use my killing move!” Qiao San flicked his wrist, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed in the night sky, only to disappear as quickly as it appeared. The blade was actually coiled within his specially designed belt.
His previously slouched figure now stood tall and proud. At this moment, Qiao San was neither the reckless “Bold San” who muddled through life nor the polite scholar Qiao Sheng. He had become a wandering knight, seamlessly blending with the night and merging with the aura of death.
“This haunted forest isn’t so terrifying after all!” Qiao San clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the moon. His eyes, reflecting the red moonlight, were clouded with confusion. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think himself invincible, and he couldn’t help but wonder: Could the terrifying legends of the haunted forest be mere exaggerations?
“Roar—” A ferocious roar shattered Qiao San’s doubts and plunged him back into extreme danger.
The seemingly lifeless body of the demonic ox trembled, and then a half-human, half-ox creature appeared before Qiao San, speaking in human language with a murderous aura: “Human, I will tear you apart and eat you!”
“Ah!” Qiao San now understood why the haunted forest was so feared. As the monster transformed, the wound on its chest vanished as quickly as snow in spring, and the blood that had soaked the ground seemed to have a life of its own, flying back into the demonic ox’s body.
“Human, did you think mere mortal iron could harm me? Ha, ha…” The transformed demonic ox indeed resembled a “human,” not only talkative but also naturally adopting the arrogant habits of humans.
Though Qiao San had revealed a hidden side of himself, he still retained his rogue nature. As the demonic ox snorted flames and closed in, the previously composed, black-haired figure was instantly reduced to his “ruffian” self.
“My god, run for your life—whoosh!” This time, Qiao San fled even more thoroughly, using his human martial arts to leap through the branches without touching the ground, escaping more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
“Boom—” A ball of fire landed where Qiao San had just stood, and a towering ancient tree collapsed in the flames. The demonic ox crossed over twenty meters in an instant, its scorching breath seemingly already brushing against the human’s neck.
“Clang, clang…” With nowhere to run, Qiao San steeled his heart and charged forward instead of retreating. In an instant, his sharp sword pierced the monster eighteen times, the layers of sword energy surging like a mighty river.
“Gah, gah…” The monster felt as if someone was tickling him, and then it shook its head, its two ox horns growing inexplicably enormous, as if two towering trees had sprouted from its head.
A sweeping gust of wind howled, and Qiao San was sent flying through the air amidst a shower of broken wood and leaves. Under the powerful demonic force, he, a mere mortal, had no chance to fight back.
The ox demon smiled triumphantly, then—turned and fled, its speed now countless times faster than when it had been chasing Qiao San. It no longer resembled a clumsy ox but rather a cunning fox.
“Huh?!” Qiao San was once again taken by surprise. Having narrowly escaped with his life, he was nearly moved to tears. Never before had he felt such affection for his own kind—a “human” figure appeared in his line of sight!
“Brother, save me…” For a mortal to stumble into the demon realm and still stand up was nothing short of a miracle. Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, Qiao San ran frantically toward the figure in the mist.
The distance between them vanished rapidly, and as he approached, the ruffian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A human, a lean middle-aged man, thank goodness! Not a ghostly apparition, nor a monster with a beast’s head. The human features of the other man were a comforting sight to Qiao San.
“Brother… uh!” Just as the ruffian was about to clasp his hands in a polite gesture, the “man” raised a hand, and Qiao San, more than a meter away, was “sucked” into the other’s palm by an invisible force.
“Gah, gah… A living human, perfect!” The newcomer was also delighted, but his shrill laughter instantly plunged Qiao San’s intuition into the abyss. “I was just worried about not having a gift for Brother Tiger and Brother Bear, and now you’ve delivered yourself to me, gah, gah…”
It turned out this was not a human but a far more terrifying demon than the previous monsters, a powerful demon who had cultivated a demonic form!
Before the laughter faded, the demon leaped into the air, stepping on a black cloud that made all the half-demons envious, and flew forward.
“Ugh… I’m done for now!” After several twists and turns, Qiao San still ended up in the hands of a demon. The ill-fated ruffian’s vision went black as he was gently knocked unconscious by the demon’s palm.
※※※※※※※
In the gray, desolate borderlands of the demon realm, a towering, barren mountain stood alone. Halfway up the mountain, shrouded in demonic aura, was the demon’s lair.
Amidst a crowd of eagerly awaiting demons, two dark clouds rolled in. The first was a burly tiger demon, followed by a broad-shouldered bear demon, each holding a woman as they descended.
“Brother Tiger, Brother Bear, congratulations! What took you so long?” The demon who had captured Qiao San stepped forward to greet them. No one had expected that capturing two small wild ghosts would be so troublesome for the tiger and bear demons.
“Damn it all!” The bear demon cursed his own ancestors without batting an eye, lifting the young female ghost in his hand. “Who knew these two little ghosts had some power, especially that seductress. I almost fell for her tricks!”
Bestial roars echoed through the mountain range, and the red moon in the sky had disappeared, replaced by dark clouds that made the demon realm appear especially eerie and terrifying.
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