Chapter 237: How Can There Be Such a Person?

He had originally thought he would have to endure a bloody battle, but instead, he’d become the fisherman reaping the rewards. This kind of heaven-sent opportunity was the first he’d ever encountered.

The destructive power of the Demonic Heart Stone was indeed terrifying, but to Chen Luo, the energy of the Demonic Heart served as nourishment. Not only did he not need to avoid it, but he could also absorb and utilize it through the Demonic Heart Art. That single burst of energy had been equivalent to half a month of his arduous cultivation, with effects even surpassing those of medicinal pills.

“Who exactly are you?” The Demonseed Sect Leader stared at Chen Luo before him, forcing down his emotions as he asked in a low voice.

He couldn’t comprehend why his most powerful secret technique had proven utterly ineffective against this man. Could he be a sword madman who had eradicated all Demonic Hearts, mastering the Supreme Emotionless Path? But the man before him didn’t look like such a cultivator.

“We’re old friends now. Why ask such questions? Come, come, I’ve saved you a place.”

Chen Luo produced the Soul Banner and grinned at the Demonseed Sect Leader.

The master of Ye Feng, his old friend, emerged from the Soul Banner. After a period of nourishment, the master’s banesoul aura had been fully restored. The Four Great Tribulation Cultivators from Blackstone City also leaped out. After Chen Luo had taken their main souls, he had upgraded them. Now, even the tribulation cultivator who had given the treasure rat had become Ye Feng’s master’s companion, serving as the secondary main soul within the Soul Banner.

“Soul cultivation?”

The Demonseed Sect Leader’s gaze fell on the Soul Banner in Chen Luo’s hand, and his composure steadied.

“Curse spells, insect control, now even Soul Refining… and mastery of Demonic Heart techniques. I’m dying to know what you can’t do, fellow Daoist. The legacy of the Demonic Heart Ancestor within me remains unspeakable.”

Whoosh!

Before the Demonseed Sect Leader could finish his sentence, Chen Luo vanished.

The Soul Banner transformed into a Magic Sword. Chen Luo, gripping the hilt, moved with such speed that the blade became a blur. With extraordinary velocity, he thrust the sword into the opponent’s chest.

He struck decisively while the enemy’s spiritual energy was depleted, leaving them gravely injured and immobile. Unlike the red-clad woman and Shangren Yinwind before him, he wouldn’t give his opponent a chance to regroup. His approach was simple: swift, brutal, and precise.

Kill first. Any questions could be addressed with the dead man’s brain.

The Demonseed Sect Leader’s eyes widened. He looked down at the Magic Sword protruding from his chest, then back at Chen Luo.

This man shows no interest in the Demonic Heart Ancestor’s legacy?

“Yin Thunder!”

A violet-black arc of lightning materialized in his palm. The moment the Magic Sword pierced through the Demonseed Sect Leader’s chest, Chen Luo’s left hand struck with lethal force. His palm, charged with Yin Thunder, delivered a fatal wound to the already severely injured sect leader. The explosive force hurled the Demonseed Sect Leader backward, his body slamming against the wall behind him. After two final convulsions, his life ended.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open.

Why would someone like this exist? Chen Luo thought. Attacking without asking a single question!

Contacted brainwaves of deceased individual. Damage level: 7%. Proceed with data retrieval?

This was exactly the sensation he’d been seeking.

Absorb!

Only after reaching the core of the brain did Chen Luo feel truly at ease. A familiar presence flooded into him. Due to the brain’s exceptionally high integrity, its capacity exceeded Chen Luo’s current limits, forcing him to abandon two ordinary Foundation Establishment brains.

A torrent of obsessions surfaced:

Collect all demonic seeds, and I’ll surely achieve Core Formation!

The Qiong Hua Sect’s underground patriarch makes perfect material. Once I break through, I’ll drain him dry.

…

Chen Luo scanned the information briefly and found several valuable pieces of intelligence. As expected from a Foundation Establishment cultivator with high brain integrity, this information far surpassed that of others at the same level.

Qiong Hua Sect’s underground patriarch?

Chen Luo noted this information and skillfully produced a Soul Banner to extract the Demonseed Sect Leader’s soul.

After eliminating the Demonseed Sect Leader, Chen Luo turned to the red-clad woman. Still incapacitated by the Demonic Heart Stone’s assault, her eyes were blank, leaving her in a vegetative state. Pill Master Chen, unable to bear witnessing another’s suffering, seized the woman by the neck and forcefully twisted.

Crack!

A bolt of Yin Thunder surged into her body. The red-clad woman, who hadn’t even had time to reveal her name, ceased breathing. Her brain became Chen Luo’s latest collection piece, while the Soul Banner’s main soul reserve increased by one. By the time Chen Luo finished with the woman, the rat spirit that had detached from Shangren Yinwind had opened its eyes. Though still immobilized, it could now speak.

Witnessing Chen Luo’s practiced motions of killing and soul collection, the rat spirit instantly panicked.

“Wait! I have a secret!”

Chen Luo had no patience for such nonsense. What secrets could a brainless creature possibly possess?

Chen Luo walked over, pinched the creature with his hand, and skillfully harvested its brain and soul. This rat spirit was an anomaly—the same entity that had controlled Shangren Yinwind through special means before his death. Well, at least I can claim another brain, Chen Luo thought. He recalled how Shangren Yinwind had taken a disciple to guard against posthumous grave robbing, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.

Who can truly predict what will happen in the cultivation world?

As a former friend, Chen Luo could only approach with tearful resolve, collecting the spirit’s brain and securing its Pouch of Holding.

After tidying the scene, Chen Luo arranged the four corpses together.

“Enough for a full table now. No need to be lonely.”

Black light flashed, and a shovel appeared in his hand. In moments, a large pit was dug. Chen Luo placed the four bodies in order, then covered them with earth.

“Safe travels.”

He scattered paper money, ending the simple burial ritual.

Turning back along the original path, Chen Luo emerged from the waterfall soon after when he sensed a powerful wind surge approaching. Nearby trees swayed violently as the source of the gale released a blinding burst of light.

“Everyone, be careful! This guy’s not normal!!”

Wang Mingren, the leader of the Four Brothers of Righteousness, roared across the distance. Even Chen Luo, far away, could hear the shout.

They’re still fighting? Chen Luo thought, puzzled. The Demonseed Sect Leader is dead. What’s this thing they’re facing?

He blurred into motion, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward the battleground.

When Chen Luo arrived, he found the scene even more intense than he’d imagined. A swath of trees lay flattened, and the distant mountain peak had been carved away by sword qi. The second brother, Wang Mingyi, sat meditating, desperately trying to recover his spiritual energy.

The shadowy figure facing the four brothers had disheveled hair and radiated thick demonic energy. Most strikingly, his body seemed like a magic artifact itself - every Magic Artifact that struck him was repelled, unable to harm him at all. In contrast, the ‘Righteousness’ brothers were being pushed back repeatedly. Only the leader Wang Mingren, a physical cultivator, could block the attacks head-on. If not for him, the four brothers would likely have been defeated already.

“My poison has no effect on him!” the shadowed figure roared, letting out a bestial cry. From his hiding spot in the shadows, Wang Mingde was sent flying by a backhanded slap, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew through the air.

“What kind of freak is this? Isn’t he supposed to be a cursed cultivator?! The sect’s mission assignment was completely ridiculous! What cursed cultivator could pin me down like this?”

Wang Mingren, equally enraged, pushed his cultivation technique to its limit. He clashed repeatedly with the shadowy figure, producing deep, bell-like reverberations. The enemy proved far stronger than anticipated, leaving him no choice but to endure the onslaught. His remaining three brothers were all wounded.

“Brother, activate the Five Elements Sword Formation,” urged Third Brother Wang Mingdao. His formation flag was nearly destroyed, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. If he fell, his eldest brother would surely be overwhelmed.

Beside them, the severely injured Wang Mingyi and Wang Mingde forced themselves to their feet.

Each brother produced a pure white Magic Sword.

The swords glowed brightly, resonating with each other as they materialized. Third Brother Wang Mingdao slapped his Pouch of Holding, sending a translucent formation diagram flying from his hand to hover in the air. Seizing the moment as the shadow’s attack forced Wang Mingren back, he drew his Magic Sword.

The four brothers positioned themselves at the four cardinal points, each gripping a Magic Sword.

The roaring shadow in the center remained completely oblivious to the danger as it charged toward Wang Mingren.

“Strike!”

The four magic swords merged into a translucent square of light, their swirling formation above casting countless sword shadows. Under the cultivators’ control, these spectral blades rained down like a torrential storm upon the dark figure below.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shadow proved unexpectedly resilient, enduring the sword barrage and advancing ten paces before its defenses finally shattered under the onslaught.

The wounded shadow erupted in fury, curling into a black sphere that absorbed the remaining sword rain. Savage, primordial energy coalesced within its form. The four cultivators’ faces paled as they recognized the danger.

“He’s counterattacking!”

Before the words fully echoed, the shadow roared, unleashing a black wave of energy that shattered the sword formation. The translucent barrier cracked, sending Wang Mingyi and Wang Mingde flying. They crashed against the mountain wall, blood spraying from their mouths as their fates hung in the balance. With two members down, the sword formation collapsed completely. Third Brother Wang Mingdao tumbled aside, his body battered.

After prolonged combat, their spiritual energy had been drained. Only Wang Mingren, a physical cultivator, remained capable of resisting.

After the burst of energy dissipated, the shadow revealed its true form. The dark demonic qi dissipated, exposing the creature’s true appearance. This monster had jet-black fur, blood-red eyes, and sharp fangs protruding from its mouth. The wound on its head continued to seep blood as its massive legs stood firm in the stone debris, surrounded by mounds of fractured sand.

Is this fucking a bear?!

Wang Mingren felt a sense of absurdity rise in his heart. After battling for their lives for so long, their enemy turned out to be a second-rank bear monster. No wonder his physical cultivation techniques couldn’t withstand it—these Monster beasts were inherently focused on physical strength. That he’d managed to hold out without being crushed into paste already marked him as an exceptional Foundation Establishment stage physical cultivator.

The bear monster opposite them had clearly lost all reason. Its feet emerged from the rubble as crimson eyes, seemingly fixated on something unseen, took two steps forward before erupting in a furious roar. As if insulted beyond endurance, the creature’s demonic energy began to twist around its body like a turbulent tide.

“Watch out!”

BOOM!

The enraged bear monster reversed its demonic energy, causing its body to explode.

The circular shockwave blasted Wang Mingren and Wang Mingdao backward, both coughing blood. The two fighters further away were completely engulfed by the blast, their cries silenced instantly.

Blood rained down as Chen Luo, flying toward the scene, witnessed the devastation.