In the minds of mortals, the underworld is the embodiment of hell; yet now, a mortal walks calmly through the realm of demons.
With a wild silk ribbon tied around his head, dressed in a short, tight outfit, a sharp dagger hanging at his waist, and thin-soled boots on his feet—the classic image of a rogue has finally wandered from the mortal world into the underworld, opening a new chapter in the life of this scoundrel.
Qiao San, the self-proclaimed king of the East Gate of the underworld, is a complete novice. The moment he set foot on the land of the Northern Fear Reed Continent, he was startled by an unexpected scene.
“Sir, please come in, our tavern has fine wine and dishes to offer…” Several waiters rushed forward, eagerly vying for the customer.
“Sir, please rest here and warm yourself…” Several alluring courtesans waved their handkerchiefs, sending flirtatious glances that instantly captivated the guest.
Bold San was momentarily stunned, then quickly broke through the crowd and fled. Just as he had walked less than ten meters, another group of enthusiastic men and women surged towards him.
After much effort, the rogue finally caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense shock. Unable to contain himself, the rogue king vented in the most vulgar manner.
“Damn it, this isn’t hell—it’s a man’s paradise! Could it be that the fools in the heavenly realm were so jealous that they slandered the underworld as hell? Heh, heh…”
Whenever Qiao San had a question, he always found someone to answer it. The moment the thought crossed his mind, the voice of the Book Spirit appeared in his heart.
“These are the common folk of the underworld. Their way of life isn’t much different from that of the mortal world!”
“The underworld has common folk too?” Qiao San looked around. With his enhanced spiritual power, he easily discerned the true nature of these demonic spirits. Most of them had little to no offensive power, and their abilities were quite limited.
The increasingly magnetic and melodious voice of the Book Spirit spoke again. As she evolved, she patiently explained, “All things can become spirits, taking human form. Their powers vary; the weak must serve the strong to survive. In the underworld, there are also three hundred and sixty trades.”
“Ah! So they can be called ‘people’ too!” Qiao San suddenly understood. With his doubts dispelled, his interest in the bustling underworld town grew. Watching the half-demons, minor demons, and demonic spirits moving around him, he, now a demon himself, unconsciously blended into the crowd.
Qiao San stopped asking questions, and the Book Spirit’s voice faded away. The rogue, captivated by the novelty of his surroundings, didn’t notice that the Book Spirit had not once called him “master” this time.
“Waiter, bring out the best wine and dishes!”
The newcomer to the underworld entered a tavern and, as he passed by a commoner, “borrowed” a purse.
Just as Qiao San was about to taste the underworld’s cuisine, a group of flamboyantly dressed demon soldiers arrived at the tavern. Before they even dismounted, their domineering voices rang out, “Out, out! Our general has reserved this place today. All bystanders, leave at once!”
In an instant, the common folk of the underworld scattered. Qiao San finally saw something different from the mortal world—an old man across from him transformed into a sparrow and flew out the window, while a middle-aged woman turned into a vine and climbed up the tavern wall.
Qiao San was used to such tyrannical scenes in the mortal world, but he hadn’t expected to encounter similar behavior in the underworld. No wonder the Book Spirit said there wasn’t much difference between the two realms.
In the blink of an eye, the tavern was empty. As Qiao San snapped out of his reverie, he immediately felt several hostile gazes upon him.
“Kid, you’ve got a death wish?! Men, throw this blind fool out!”
“Bang, bang…” Before the lead demon soldier could finish speaking, a gust of wind enveloped them. After a series of dull thuds, only groans remained on the ground.
“Damn it, don’t ruin my drinking mood! Scram!” As the wind settled, the rogue was back in his seat, one foot on the bench, drinking heavily, while casting a threatening glance at the unlucky group.
“Heh, heh…” The rogue chuckled inwardly. He hadn’t expected his first “business” in the underworld to come so quickly. It seemed the underworld was indeed a paradise for rogues.
With Qiao San’s power, honed through countless near-death experiences, dealing with these soldiers was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. And Qiao San loved the feeling of a lion toying with a rabbit—it was what made him a true rogue!
“Whoosh!” Suddenly, a fierce wind swept in from outside, sending the fallen soldiers tumbling. Qiao San’s eyes narrowed, and his earlier underestimation of the underworld vanished.
A true master—the phantom in the wind was a rare expert, whether in martial arts or sorcery.
In an instant, the two gusts of wind intertwined, their different colors clashing violently in the confined space, chasing each other.
The wind was so fierce, the speed so fast, yet nothing in the tavern was damaged. Qiao San’s warrior instincts seemed to hear his opponent’s thoughts, and they silently agreed: whoever knocked over the tables or chairs would lose.
Amid the wind, lightning flashed. Qiao San summoned his lightning power, barely holding off the mysterious figure’s frenzied attacks.
“Ha! Again!” The lightning caught the opponent off guard, but the mysterious figure only grew more excited. The pressure in the tavern surged, yet the tables and chairs remained unscathed. The demon soldiers, however, were pressed to the ground, their faces pale.
No matter how the soldiers screamed, the wind showed no sign of slowing. The fiery battle spirit even ignited Qiao San’s usually lazy nature, turning him into a fervent martial fanatic.
“Impressive skills! I’ll toast to you!” With a hearty laugh, a small wine cup floated into the air, flying towards Qiao San.
“After you, brother!” Qiao San pushed his palm forward, his ghostly energy blocking the opponent’s attack.
Quietly, the contest shifted to the wine cup. A duel without malice was always thrilling, stirring the blood. The cup hovered in the air, the immense pressure condensed into a single foot of space. Both men abandoned their techniques, testing the strength of their powers.
Suddenly, the cup shattered, and the fine wine scattered into countless droplets, spraying into the air.
The mortal realm, in the hearts of ordinary people, is the embodiment of hell; but now, a mortal walks peacefully through the demon world.
With a wild silk ribbon tied around his head, dressed in a short, tight outfit, a sharp ox-ear knife hanging at his waist, and thin-soled boots on his feet—the classic image of a rogue has finally made its way from the human world to the demon realm, opening a new chapter in the rogue’s life.
Qiao San, the king of the eastern gate of the demon realm, is a complete novice. As soon as he set foot on the land of the Northern Fearful Reed Continent, he was startled by an unexpected scene.
“Guest, please come in, our shop has fine wine and good food to offer…” Several waiters rushed forward, eagerly competing for customers.
“Sir, please rest here and warm yourself…” Several beautiful courtesans waved their handkerchiefs, sending flirtatious glances that instantly captivated the guests.
Bold San was momentarily stunned, then quickly broke through the crowd and fled. Before he had gone three zhang, another group of enthusiastic men and women surged towards him.
After much effort, Rogue San finally caught his breath. His mind was strongly impacted, and the rogue king couldn’t help but vent in the most crude manner.
“Damn it, this isn’t hell, it’s a man’s paradise! Could it be that the fools in the heavenly realm were so jealous that they slandered the demon realm as hell?! Heh, heh…”
Whenever he had a question, Qiao San could always find someone to answer it. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the voice of the Book Spirit appeared in his heart.
“These are the common folk of the demon realm; their way of life isn’t much different from that of the human world!”
“The demon realm has common folk too?” Qiao San looked around. With his greatly enhanced magical power, he easily saw through the essence of these demon spirits. Most of them had little to no offensive power, and even those with some magic were quite limited.
The increasingly magnetic and melodious voice of the Book Spirit rang out again. Evolving constantly, she patiently explained, “All things can become spirits, taking human form, with varying levels of magical power. The weak must serve the strong to survive. In the demon realm, there are also three hundred and sixty trades.”
“Oh! So they can be called ‘people’ too!” Qiao San suddenly understood. With his doubts gone, his interest in the bustling demon realm town grew immensely. Watching the half-demons, minor demons, and demon spirits moving around him, he, now a demon himself, unconsciously walked into the crowd of “people.”
Qiao San stopped asking questions, and the Book Spirit’s voice automatically disappeared. Completely absorbed by the novelty of his surroundings, the rogue didn’t notice that the Book Spirit hadn’t called him “master” from start to finish this time!
“Waiter, bring out the best wine and food!”
The newcomer to the demon realm walked into a tavern and, as he entered, “borrowed” a purse from a passing commoner.
Just as Qiao San was about to taste the food and drink of the demon realm, a group of brightly dressed and fierce demon soldiers arrived at the tavern. Before they even dismounted, their domineering voices rang out, “Out, out! Our general has reserved this place today. All idlers, leave at once!”
In an instant, the common folk of the demon realm scattered. Qiao San finally saw something different from the human world—an old man opposite him turned into a sparrow and flew out the window, while a middle-aged woman transformed into a vine and climbed up the tavern wall.
Qiao San was used to such domineering scenes in the human world, but he didn’t expect to encounter a similar situation in the demon realm. No wonder the Book Spirit said there wasn’t much difference between the two.
In the blink of an eye, the tavern was empty. When Qiao San snapped out of his reverie, he immediately felt several hostile gazes.
“Kid, you have a death wish?! Men, throw this blind fool out!”
“Bang, bang…” Before the lead demon soldier could finish speaking, a gust of wind enveloped them. After a series of dull thuds, only groans remained on the ground.
“Damn it, don’t ruin my drinking mood! Get lost—” As the wind settled, Rogue San was back in his seat, one foot on the bench, drinking heavily, while glaring threateningly at the unlucky group.
“Heh, heh…” The rogue in the demon realm chuckled inwardly. He didn’t expect his first deal in the demon realm to come so quickly. It seemed the demon realm was truly a rogue’s paradise.
With Qiao San’s power, having survived the fourth death calamity, dealing with these soldiers was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. And Qiao San loved the feeling of a lion pouncing on a rabbit—how else could he be called a rogue!
“Whoosh—” Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in from outside, sending the already fallen soldiers rolling. Qiao San’s eyes narrowed, and his previous disdain for the demon realm vanished instantly.
A true master—the phantom in the wind was a rare expert in both martial arts and magic.
In the blink of an eye, two gusts of wind intertwined, two different colors colliding violently in the narrow space, chasing each other.
The wind was so fierce, the speed so fast, yet nothing in the tavern was damaged. The warrior’s intuition made Qiao San feel as if he could hear his opponent’s thoughts, miraculously reaching an agreement in the midst of battle—whoever knocked over the tables and chairs would lose.
Amidst the wind, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Qiao San had already used his lightning power to block the mysterious man’s frenzied attacks.
“Ha ha… Again!” The lightning caught the opponent off guard, but the mysterious man only grew more excited. The pressure in the tavern suddenly increased. The tables and chairs remained intact, but the demon soldiers were pressed to the ground, their faces pale.
No matter how the soldiers screamed, the wind showed no sign of slowing. The fiery battle spirit even ignited Qiao San’s usually lazy nature, turning him into a fervent martial fanatic.
“Great skill! I, Ying, offer you a toast!” In the midst of hearty laughter, a small wine cup rose into the air, flying straight towards Qiao San.
“Brother, you first!” Qiao San pushed his palm forward, his ghostly magical power blocking the opponent’s attack from a distance.
Quietly, the outcome of the duel focused on the wine cup. A duel without malice was always thrilling, making one’s blood boil. The cup moved back and forth in the air, the immense pressure condensed within a foot. Both men, as if by mutual agreement, abandoned their techniques and compared their magical power.
Suddenly, the cup shattered into pieces, the fine wine turning into countless droplets that scattered in all directions.
Qiao San, the newly appointed King of the East Gate in the underworld, was in fact a complete novice. As soon as he set foot upon the land of the Northern Juzhou Continent, he was greatly startled by an unexpected scene.
“Welcome, honored guest! My humble shop offers fine wine and delicious dishes…” Several waiters rushed forward enthusiastically, competing to serve the customer.
“Sir, please rest here and warm yourself…” A few beautiful courtesans waved their handkerchiefs and sent flirtatious glances, instantly stealing the guest’s soul.
San blinked in surprise, then quickly broke through the crowd and fled forward. No sooner had he gone less than ten meters when another enthusiastic swarm of men and women rushed toward him.
After much hardship, the rogue finally caught his breath, his mind shaken by the intense shock. Unable to contain himself, the rogue king loudly vented in the crudest way possible.
“Bloody hell! This isn’t hell at all—it’s a paradise for men! Could it be that the heavens are so jealous they slandered the underworld as hell? Hmph, hah…”
Whenever doubts arose, Qiao San always found someone to answer them. As soon as his thoughts stirred, the voice of the Book Spirit echoed in his mind.
“These are ordinary citizens of the underworld; their way of life isn’t much different from that of the human world.”
The boundary between realms, in the minds of mortals, is the embodiment of hell; yet now, a mortal walks calmly through the world of demons.
With a wild silk ribbon tied around his head, dressed in a short, tight-fitting outfit, a sharp knife hanging at his waist, and thin-soled boots on his feet—the classic image of a rogue has finally made its way from the mortal world to the demon realm, opening a new chapter in the rogue’s life.
Qiao San, the king of the East Gate in the demon realm, is a complete novice. The moment he set foot on the land of the Northern Fear Continent, he was startled by the unexpected scene.
“Sir, please come in, our inn has fine wine and dishes to offer…” Several waiters rushed forward enthusiastically, vying for the guest’s attention.
“Master, please rest here and warm yourself…” Several beautiful courtesans waved their handkerchiefs, sending flirtatious glances that instantly captivated the guest.
Daredevil San was momentarily stunned, then quickly broke through the crowd and fled. Before he had gone three paces, another group of enthusiastic men and women surged towards him.
After much effort, Rogue San finally caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense shock. Unable to contain himself, the rogue king vented in the most crude manner.
“Damn it, this isn’t hell, it’s a man’s paradise! Could it be that the fools in the heavenly realm were so jealous that they slandered the demon realm as hell? Heh, heh…”
Whenever he had a question, Qiao San always found someone to answer it. The moment his thoughts stirred, the voice of the Book Spirit appeared in his mind.
“These are the common folk of the demon realm; their way of life isn’t much different from the mortal world!”
“The demon realm has common folk too?” Qiao San looked around, his enhanced powers allowing him to easily discern the true nature of these demon spirits. Most had little to no offensive power, and those with some abilities were quite limited.
The increasingly magnetic and melodious voice of the Book Spirit rang out again. Evolving constantly, she patiently explained, “All things can become spirits, taking human form, and their powers vary. The weak must serve the strong to survive. In the demon realm, there are also three hundred and sixty trades.”
“Ah! So they can be called ‘people’ too!” Qiao San suddenly understood. With his doubts dispelled, his interest in the bustling demon realm town grew. Watching the half-demons, minor demons, and demon spirits moving around him, he, now a demon himself, unconsciously blended into the “human” crowd.
Qiao San stopped questioning, and the Book Spirit’s voice automatically faded. The rogue, captivated by the novelty, didn’t notice that the Book Spirit had not once called him “master” throughout the entire exchange.
“Waiter, bring out the best wine and dishes!”
The newcomer to the demon realm entered a tavern and, as he passed by a commoner, “borrowed” a purse.
Just as Qiao San was about to taste the demon realm’s cuisine, a group of flamboyantly dressed demon soldiers arrived at the tavern. Before they even dismounted, their domineering voices rang out, “Out, out! Our general has reserved this place today. All idlers, disperse!”
In an instant, the common folk of the demon realm vanished. Qiao San finally saw something different from the mortal world—an old man across from him transformed into a sparrow and flew out the window, while a middle-aged woman turned into a vine and climbed up the tavern wall.
Qiao San was all too familiar with such domineering scenes in the mortal world. He hadn’t expected to encounter a similar situation in the demon realm. No wonder the Book Spirit said there wasn’t much difference between the two.
In the blink of an eye, the tavern was empty. As Qiao San snapped out of his reverie, he immediately felt several hostile gazes.
“Kid, you looking to die?! Men, throw this blind fool out!”
“Bang, bang…” Before the lead demon soldier could finish speaking, a gust of wind enveloped them. After a series of muffled thuds, only groans remained.
“Damn it, don’t ruin my drinking mood! Scram!” The wind settled, and Rogue San was back in his seat, one foot on the bench, drinking heartily while glaring threateningly at the unlucky group.
“Heh, heh…” The rogue in the demon realm chuckled inwardly. He hadn’t expected his first deal in the demon realm to come so quickly. It seemed the demon realm was indeed a rogue’s paradise.
With Qiao San’s power, having survived the fourth of ten deadly trials, dealing with these soldiers was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. And Qiao San loved the feeling of a lion toying with a rabbit—it was what made him a true rogue!
“Whoosh—” Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in from outside, sending the fallen soldiers tumbling. Qiao San’s eyes narrowed, his previous disdain for the demon realm instantly vanishing.
A true master—the phantom in the wind was a rare expert in both martial arts and magic.
In the blink of an eye, two gusts of wind intertwined, two different colors clashing violently in the confined space, chasing each other.
The wind was so fierce, the speed so fast, yet nothing in the tavern was damaged. The warrior’s intuition made Qiao San feel as if he could hear his opponent’s thoughts, miraculously reaching an unspoken agreement during the fight—whoever knocked over the tables and chairs would lose.
Amidst the wind, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Qiao San had already used his lightning power to block the mysterious man’s frenzied attacks.
“Haha… again!” The lightning caught the opponent off guard, but the mysterious man only grew more excited. The pressure in the tavern suddenly increased. The tables and chairs remained intact, but the soldiers were pressed to the ground, their faces pale.
No matter how the soldiers screamed, the wind showed no sign of slowing. The fiery battle spirit even ignited Qiao San’s usually lazy nature, turning him into a fervent martial fanatic.
“Impressive skills! I, Ying, offer you a toast!” In the midst of hearty laughter, a small wine cup rose into the air, flying straight towards Qiao San.
“Brother, you first!” Qiao San pushed his palm forward, his ghostly power blocking the opponent’s attack from a distance.
Quietly, the outcome of the duel focused on the wine cup. A duel without malice was always thrilling, boiling the blood. The cup moved back and forth in the air, the immense pressure condensed within a foot. Both men abandoned their techniques, competing solely in the strength of their powers.
Suddenly, the cup shattered into pieces, the fine wine scattering into countless droplets, splashing everywhere.
The Book Spirit’s voice, increasingly rich and melodious, sounded once more, patiently explaining her evolving thoughts: “All beings who gain sentience can take human form, but magical power varies in strength. The weak must serve the strong to survive. Even in the underworld, there are still three hundred and sixty trades.”
“Oh! Then I guess they can also be called ‘people’!” Qiao San suddenly understood. With his doubts gone, his interest in the bustling underworld town soared. Watching half-demons, minor demons, and spirits walk by, he unconsciously entered the “human” crowd himself, having already become a demon.
Qiao San stopped asking, and the Book Spirit’s voice faded away. Completely captivated by the novelty around him, the rogue failed to notice that this time, from beginning to end, the Book Spirit hadn’t once called him “master!”
“Waiter, bring the best wine and dishes!”
The underworld newcomer entered a tavern, and upon entering, “borrowed” a money pouch from a passing civilian.
In the minds of mortals, the underworld is the embodiment of hell; yet now, a mortal walks peacefully through the realm of demons.
With a wild silk ribbon tied around his head, wearing a short, tight-fitting outfit, a dagger hanging at his waist, and thin-soled boots—the classic image of a rogue has finally transitioned from the mortal world to the underworld, opening a new chapter in the life of this scoundrel.
Qiao San, the king of the East Gate of the underworld, is a complete novice. As soon as he set foot on the land of the Northern Fear Continent, he was startled by an unexpected scene.
“Sir, please come in, our inn has fine wine and dishes to offer…” Several waiters rushed forward, eagerly vying for the guest.
“Master, please rest here and warm yourself…” Several alluring courtesans waved their handkerchiefs, sending flirtatious glances that instantly captivated the guest.
Bold San was momentarily stunned, then quickly broke through the crowd and fled. Before he had gone three paces, another group of enthusiastic men and women surged towards him.
After much effort, the rogue finally caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense shock. Unable to contain himself, the rogue king vented in the crudest manner.
“Damn it, this isn’t hell—it’s a man’s paradise! Could it be that the fools in the heavenly realm were so jealous that they slandered the underworld as hell? Heh, heh…”
Whenever Qiao San had a question, he always found someone to answer it. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the voice of the Book Spirit appeared in his heart.
“These are the common folk of the underworld; their way of life isn’t much different from that of the mortal world!”
“The underworld has common folk too?” Qiao San looked around, his enhanced powers allowing him to easily discern the true nature of these spirits. Most of them had little to no offensive power, and those who did possessed only limited abilities.
The increasingly magnetic and melodious voice of the Book Spirit spoke again, patiently explaining, “All things can become spirits, taking human form, but their powers vary. The weak must serve the strong to survive. In the underworld, there are also three hundred and sixty trades.”
“Ah! So they can be called ‘people’ too!” Qiao San suddenly understood. With his doubts dispelled, his interest in the bustling underworld town grew. Watching the half-demons, minor demons, and spirits moving around him, he, now a demon himself, unconsciously blended into the crowd.
Qiao San ceased his inquiries, and the voice of the Book Spirit gradually diminished. The rogue, utterly engrossed by the novelty of the situation, failed to realize that the Book Spirit had never once addressed him as “master” during their entire conversation.
“Waiter, bring out the finest wine and dishes!”
The newcomer to the underworld entered a tavern and, as he passed by a commoner, “borrowed” a purse.
Just as Qiao San was about to savor the underworld’s delicacies, a group of flamboyantly dressed demon soldiers stormed into the tavern. Before they even dismounted, their commanding voices boomed, “Out, out! Our general has claimed this place for today. All unrelated individuals, leave immediately!”
In an instant, the common folk of the underworld scattered. Qiao San finally saw something different from the mortal world—an old man across from him transformed into a sparrow and flew out the window, while a middle-aged woman turned into a vine and climbed up the tavern wall.
Qiao San was all too familiar with such domineering scenes in the mortal world, but he hadn’t anticipated encountering similar situations in the underworld. No wonder the Book Spirit had remarked that there was little difference between the two realms.
In the blink of an eye, the tavern was empty. As Qiao San snapped out of his reverie, he immediately felt several hostile gazes.
“Kid, you looking to die? Someone, throw this clueless brat out!”
“Bang, bang…” Before the lead demon soldier could finish speaking, a gust of wind enveloped them. After a series of dull thuds, only groans remained.
“Damn it, don’t ruin my drinking mood! Scram!” As the wind settled, the rogue was back in his seat, one foot on the bench, drinking heavily while glaring threateningly at the unlucky group.
“Heh, heh…” The rogue chuckled inwardly, surprised that his first “business” in the underworld had come so quickly. It seemed the underworld was indeed a rogue’s paradise.
With Qiao San’s power, honed through ten deaths and four trials, dealing with these soldiers was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. And Qiao San loved the feeling of a lion toying with a rabbit—it was what made him a true rogue!
“Whoosh—” Suddenly, a fierce wind swept in from outside, sending the already fallen soldiers tumbling. Qiao San’s eyes narrowed, his earlier disdain for the underworld instantly vanishing.
A true master—the phantom in the wind was a rare sight, whether in martial arts or mystical techniques.
In the blink of an eye, two gusts of wind intertwined, two different colors colliding violently in the confined space, chasing each other.
The wind was so fierce, the speed so fast, yet nothing in the tavern was damaged. Qiao San’s warrior instincts seemed to hear his opponent’s thoughts, and they reached an unspoken agreement—whoever knocked over the tables and chairs would lose.
Amid the wind, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Qiao San had unleashed his lightning power, barely holding off the mysterious figure’s frenzied assault.
“Haha… again!” The lightning caught the opponent off guard, but the mysterious figure only grew more excited. The pressure in the tavern suddenly intensified. The tables and chairs remained intact, but the soldiers were pressed to the ground, their faces pale.
No matter how the soldiers screamed, the wind showed no sign of slowing. The fiery battle spirit even ignited Qiao San’s usually lazy nature, transforming him into a fervent martial fanatic.
“Impressive skills! I offer you a drink!” In a hearty laugh, a small wine cup rose into the air, flying straight towards Qiao San.
“Brother, you first!” Qiao San pushed his palm forward, his ghostly power blocking the opponent’s attack.
Silently, the outcome of the duel centered on the wine cup. A friendly contest always carried an exhilarating edge, stirring the blood. The cup hovered in the air, moving back and forth, the immense pressure condensed into a single step. Both men abandoned their techniques, instead pitting the strength of their magical prowess against each other.
Suddenly, the cup shattered, the fine wine scattering into countless droplets.
In a flash, the entire crowd of underworld civilians vanished without a trace. Qiao San finally saw something different from the human world—before his very eyes, an old man transformed into a sparrow and flew out the window, while a middle-aged woman turned into a vine, crawling along the tavern wall.
In the human world, Qiao San had often witnessed such tyranny. Never did he expect to encounter a similar situation in the underworld. No wonder the Book Spirit had said there was little difference between the two realms.
In mere moments, the tavern was completely emptied. As Qiao San snapped out of his thoughts, he immediately felt several hostile gazes.
“Kid, you want to die?! Boys, throw this clueless brat out!”
“Bang, bang…” Before the lead demon soldier could finish speaking, a fierce gust of wind engulfed them. After a series of dull thuds, only groans remained on the ground.
“Bloody hell! Don’t interrupt my noble drinking mood! Scram!” As the wind settled, the rogue had already returned to his seat, one foot on the bench, guzzling wine, while threatening the unfortunate group with a sidelong glance.
“Hehe…” The rogue chuckled inwardly. He hadn’t expected his first business opportunity in the underworld to come so quickly. It seemed the underworld was truly a paradise for rogues.
With Qiao San’s magical power, having survived ten near-death experiences and the fourth tribulation, defeating these soldiers was like using an ox knife to kill a chicken. He especially enjoyed the feeling of a lion fighting a rabbit—because what else could describe a rogue’s nature?
“Whoosh—” Suddenly, a fierce wind blew in from outside. The demon soldiers, not yet risen, were blown rolling in all directions. Qiao San’s eyes narrowed; his previous underestimation of the underworld vanished instantly.
An expert—an authentic master. The phantom within the whirlwind possessed skills in both martial arts and Daoist magic rarely seen.
In the blink of an eye, two gusts of wind entangled, two different colors violently colliding and chasing each other within the confined space.
The wind was so fierce, the speed so fast, yet not a single item in the shop was damaged. A martial artist’s instinct told Qiao San he could hear his opponent’s thoughts, magically reaching an unspoken agreement during the fight: whoever knocked over a table or chair would lose.
Lightning crackled within the wind. Qiao San had already unleashed his electric power, barely blocking the mysterious attacker’s furious assault.
“Haha! Come again!” The lightning caught his opponent off guard, but the mysterious figure became even more excited. The pressure within the tavern suddenly intensified. The furniture remained intact, but the demon soldiers were crushed to the ground, their faces turning blue.
No matter how loudly the demon soldiers screamed, the wind showed no sign of slowing. The fiery fighting spirit even ignited Qiao San’s normally lazy nature, turning him unusually into a battle-obsessed martial artist.
“Excellent skill! Allow me to toast you!” Amid a hearty laugh, a small wine cup rose into the air, flying straight toward Qiao San.
“Please, after you!” Qiao San raised his palm, sending a grayish ghostly force from afar to block his opponent’s attack.
Silently, the contest shifted to the wine cup. Friendly duels were always thrilling and blood-pumping. The cup floated back and forth in midair, immense pressure condensed into a single foot of space. Without prior agreement, both abandoned techniques and instead began a contest of pure magical power.
Suddenly, the wine cup exploded into pieces, the fine wine scattering into countless droplets, spraying into the air like a sparkling rain.
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