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The two groups were dressed in contrasting styles. One group consisted entirely of young girls in long yellow robes and ponytails, while the other group was made up of burly men in uniform green shirts. The two people fighting were a man and a woman, but their exchange seemed more like a friendly sparring match than a full-blown battle.

The weapons used by the two groups were also strange; the women used snake-shaped swords, while the men all used double-headed forked sticks.

The two fighters were clearly evenly matched, their strength seemingly equal. Those watching from the sidelines appeared rather bored and listless. Gradually, the two groups of spectators huddled together, men and women paired up, and began chatting and laughing.

The two combatants, a man and a woman, became increasingly out of line, exchanging flirtatious glances as if they were practicing the "Tender Affectionate Blade" and the "Eyebrows and Eyes Sword Technique."

Just then, Feng Shui appeared, carrying the six-pointed star on his back. His appearance startled the group, causing them to stop chatting and fighting, and all looked at him. "Wow, so many handsome men and beautiful women! But they don't look like they're fighting at all," Feng Shui said curiously, hovering in the air and looking at the men and women below who didn't seem to be fighting. However, the people below clearly harbored hostility towards Feng Shui. In the Demon Realm, all demon cultivators didn't need any "demon artifacts" to fly. This was because demons who could cultivate into human form generally possessed the ability to fly freely, and Feng Shui's arrival was clearly seen by them as flying using a boundary array, indicating that Feng Shui was not a demon, but a human. However, it was impossible for a human to enter the Demon Realm. The two men and women who had been fighting just moments before simultaneously flew towards Feng Shui, assuming fighting stances.

"No way, they're here to beat me up?" Feng Shui said in surprise.

2004-12-08 12:26:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight: I'm Not Good at Fighting

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The woman attacking the feng shui site was exceptionally alluring. The serpentine sword she held suddenly transformed into a yellow phantom serpent, its long purple tongue flicking as it enveloped the woman in yellow robes. A dazzling serpentine light swirled around her, instantly transforming into a demonic armor radiating a rich yellow light, covered in serpentine scales. The armor's surface shimmered with yellow scales and was engraved with serpentine patterns. At this moment, the woman looked exactly like a beautiful serpent shimmering with golden light, but with a human face, she appeared even more bewitching.

The man's double-headed, forked staff began to change, automatically twisting into a soft whip-like shape, wrapping around his right arm and chest. Gleaming with a bluish light, it transformed in an instant into a bluish half-body demonic armor. The man appeared even more robust and imposing. However, his half-body armor was noticeably less beautiful than the woman's, appearing simple and unadorned, yet giving off a very powerful aura.

The man and woman arrived in front of Feng Shui in the blink of an eye, cautiously staring at him and carefully examining him without making a move.

"Hi~~~~! Hello." Feng Shui was startled and greeted them in a pretentious manner.

The couple was surprised that the feng shui master greeted them. They exchanged glances and exchanged a few simple words. However, the feng shui master couldn't understand what they were saying, but that didn't matter. Because the couple seemed to understand what the feng shui master was saying.

"Are you human?" the man asked first.

"Huh? You can speak my language?" Feng Shui asked curiously.

"Hmph! Human language is essential for those who cultivate demons, so of course we can speak human language," the woman sneered.

"Cultivating demons? What does that mean?" Feng Shui asked, puzzled.

"So you're just a novice cultivator who accidentally wandered into a demonic realm. How did you get in?" The woman glanced at the man beside her, then looked at Feng Shui with a mocking expression and asked.

"I didn't want to come here either. I was kidnapped," Feng Shui said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"People from the Demon Realm would kidnap a human, and a novice cultivator at that. Are you kidding us?" the man said unhappily.

“I’m not lying. A monster named ‘Yellow Peach’ had her minions kidnap me and bring me here,” Feng Shui said, somewhat angrily.

"Yellow peaches~~~!"

"The demon fox Huang Tao!" the man and woman exclaimed in surprise.

They awkwardly took a few feet back, no longer mocking Feng Shui as before, but instead adopting a true fighting stance, coldly staring at him. Judging from the scene, they were preparing to attack Feng Shui.

The man in the group, looking tense, shouted a few words in a language Feng Shui couldn't understand to his male and female accomplices below. Simultaneously, all the accomplices transformed their weapons into demonic armor and flew to the man and woman's sides, assuming fighting stances against Feng Shui, but none dared to attack rashly. The atmosphere was tense; Feng Shui's face was blank, while the two groups opposite him appeared extremely nervous.

"Did I say something wrong?" Feng Shui asked, puzzled.

"Where are the yellow peaches?" one of the men asked loudly.

"How would I know she was there? I was brought here while I was unconscious," Feng Shui said aggrievedly.

"You're lying! I never imagined Huang Tao would collude with cultivators from the mortal realm! Brothers and sisters, attack!" the man who asked the question shouted to his accomplices behind him. "Remember, don't kill him. Force him to reveal Huang Tao's whereabouts first," the woman added.

"Hey, how can you gang up on me!" Feng Shui shouted angrily.

"Hmph, a cultivator who can make contact with the demon fox Huang Tao, how could we possibly defeat you if we didn't attack together? I can only blame myself for misjudging you earlier," the woman said sinisterly.

"I am not a cultivator," Feng Shui loudly protested.

However, no one listened to him anymore. The men attacked first, their hands simultaneously conjuring a strange technique. As their movements changed, a pale blue mist gradually appeared, sweeping towards Feng Shui. Feng Shui smelled a pungent odor in the mist, along with an immense pressure.

Without thinking too much about Feng Shui, Wuxia swung the black short blade in her hand and created another black six-pointed star array.

"Damn it!" Feng Shui cursed angrily, while simultaneously waving the black six-pointed star out.

The black six-pointed star array collided with the pale blue mist, but it had no effect whatsoever, instantly vanishing into nothingness. Feng Shui was startled, unable to believe it was real. He had witnessed the power of the six-pointed star array he had unleashed on the crystal lake, but he hadn't expected this attack to be ineffective.

"No way, I'm doomed." Feng Shui said with a bitter and desperate expression.

If Feng Shui knew why the six-pointed star array shot out from Crystal Lake had such great power, he would never have come here so abruptly to join in the fun.

At this moment, not far above Feng Shui's head, a petite, silver-gray figure was floating; it turned out to be Sugar Water.

"Idiot, with such meager skills, you dare to provoke these snake demons and lower-level Qingfeng demon cultivators? You're courting death!" Tangshui cursed helplessly. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through Tangshui's mind, "However, I'll lend you a hand this time." Tangshui looked at the feng shui below and smiled.

"Assimilate!" Sugar Water swiftly blurred its form, its entire body merging into Feng Shui's. However, the instant Sugar Water entered Feng Shui's body, the "Demon" character tattoo hidden on Feng Shui's back flashed with a dazzling light, and an invisible, immense resistance forcefully pushed Sugar Water out of Feng Shui's body. Sugar Water felt a sharp pain throughout its body, followed by a sweet taste in its throat, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How is that possible!" Sugar Water exclaimed in shock.

2004-12-08 12:27:00

Sugar Water was completely unaware that her "assimilation" had triggered Feng Shui's demonic body's natural resistance. This was because the "demon" tattoo on Feng Shui's back was a "boundary array" proving that a demon cultivator had refined their demonic body.

If Tangshui had known that Fengshui already possessed a demonic body, she certainly wouldn't have so rashly tried to assimilate with him. Because a cultivator with a demonic body has reached a level where nothing can penetrate their body, and their physical body is indestructible. Tangshui's abrupt action just now triggered a strong, natural resistance from Fengshui's demonic body.

However, the demonic body's resistance is a chain reaction that triggers the "boundary array" technique. Therefore, the evolution of this demonic body's "boundary array" is not yet over. Before Tangshui could react, an even stronger force of demonic body resistance attacked Tangshui.

"No way~~~~~~~!" Sugar Water cried out weakly.

However, it was too late. The demonic force that had been resisting struck Tangshui again, even stronger than the force that had been triggered earlier. Tangshui felt as if her chest was being torn apart. Before her demonic energy could even mount a defense, she was knocked unconscious and crashed to the ground.

The combined attack of the demon cultivators struck Feng Shui, and the combined energy of this attack amplified. At that moment, Feng Shui's demonic body's resistance was instantly triggered by the sugar water's invasion, causing their attack to be forcefully deflected. Consequently, everything within a radius of several dozen meters around Feng Shui was deflected back.

The group of men and women were repelled by the demonic force emanating from Feng Shui, which deflected all their pale blue mist attacks. They were knocked off balance by the force of their own attacks and scattered on the ground, seemingly unable to get up for the time being.

The demonic resistance effect on Feng Shui ended instantly, coming and going even faster. The "demon" tattoo on his back also stopped evolving its boundary array, disappearing into his body. However, Feng Shui was completely unaware of this. He curled up into a ball, clutching his head, and collapsed to the ground. The six-pointed star on his back had already been shattered by the chain reaction triggered by the demonic resistance.

A long while passed, and no one moved or made a sound. In truth, Feng Shui hadn't suffered any serious injury; he was simply afraid of being attacked again, hence his unsightly and shameless defensive posture. After waiting for a while, Feng Shui realized that the group hadn't attacked him again. He slowly stretched out his body, looking at the group of people who had attacked him lying on the ground not far away. Feng Shui concluded that they definitely wouldn't attack him again.

"What's going on?" Feng Shui muttered to himself curiously.

Feng Shui slowly tried to stand up, supporting himself with his hands, but found that his hands touched a soft, slippery, and sticky place. Looking back, he saw that his hand was on the chest of a young girl who had already fainted. The girl's clothes were completely torn to shreds, revealing her delicate, pink breasts, which were stained with some bright red blood.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't see anything, I didn't touch anything." Feng Shui quickly withdrew his hand, stepped aside, covered his eyes with his fingers spread apart, and apologized.

It's obvious they're lying through their teeth.

However, the young girl did not react at all. Of course, she was unconscious.

Feng Shui noticed that the color of the girl's clothes was different from those of the men and women who had attacked him and were lying on the ground not far away. Feng Shui moved closer and carefully examined the young girl who had suddenly appeared.

Her features were delicate and exquisite; her face, nose, and lips were all so refined and flawless. However, her eyes remained tightly closed, bloodstains lingered at the corners of her mouth, and her clothes were tattered, revealing her private parts. Feng Shui wasn't just a lecherous man; he quickly took off his blazer and used it to cover the girl.

"You're quite pretty. You look like you're badly injured, but what are you doing here? I didn't see you earlier." Feng Shui sat cross-legged next to the girl, propping his chin up with one hand, and asked her curiously.

However, the girl was already unconscious and couldn't possibly answer his question. Feng Shui stood up and walked to the group of men and women who had attacked him. These people looked even worse than the girl. Their demonic armor was riddled with cracks, and some of the less skilled ones had pale green faces, indicating that the pale blue mist they had attacked Feng Shui contained a potent poison. However, most of them were now unconscious, and some, severely poisoned, had green liquid seeping from their bodies; they seemed to be nearing their end.

"This isn't my fault, you guys hit me first, I didn't do anything," Feng Shui said, waving his hands as he looked at them.

In truth, Feng Shui has little feeling for the dead, unlike some people who have just committed murder and are prone to homicidal depression. To Feng Shui, death is as natural as eating and sleeping; it's nothing serious. This is because Feng Shui himself was born in a war-torn country, and he crawled out of the womb of a woman who was killed in a bombing. From a young age, he was numb to death; even if everyone in the world died before him, he wouldn't feel the slightest fear.

Ignoring those who attacked him, Feng Shui returned to the young girl's side.

"It seems you're seriously injured. What should we do? I'm neither a doctor nor a nurse. Hmm? It seems there must be a place nearby where people live. I think there should be a doctor there." Feng Shui suddenly thought of the group that attacked him. They must live nearby, which means that where there are people, there must be a doctor.

Feng Shui struggled to lift the unconscious girl and headed towards a narrow path that appeared in the forest.

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The place called No. 306 in the eerie city is not far from Feng Shui, but it still took Feng Shui almost a day to walk there.

"Damn it, how is it so far? I thought it would only take a short walk, but it took a whole day." Feng Shui, carrying his exhausted body and holding the girl who was still unconscious, cursed angrily.

Finally, the city came into view. Feng Shui realized that this city was truly magnificent, even though there were no city walls. However, there were two city gates as tall as the Statue of Liberty in the United States, and lion-shaped sculptures. On both sides of the city gates was a wide river that stretched as far as the eye could see. On one side of the river was the city, and on the other side was the forest that Feng Shui had just come out of.

Standing beneath the city gate, Feng Shui suddenly felt incredibly insignificant, for he wasn't even as big as the tip of one of the lion gate's toes.

If only he had a camera, he could take pictures and then show them off to his friends Yu Duotian and Fan Dao'ai when he returned to the human world. Thinking of this, Feng Shui suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. He thought of Jiang Yao. They had only been together for a few months, yet Feng Shui felt that Jiang Yao had become a part of his life. Since he was born, no girl had ever been so considerate and caring towards him. The feeling of being in love made Feng Shui feel so warm, as if Jiang Yao existed only in the whole world, and the time he spent with her was the happiest time of his life.

Thinking of this, Feng Shui felt a deep sorrow. He had been kidnapped to this wretched place called the Demon Realm, and Jiang Yao was undoubtedly searching the entire world for him. Without him by her side, Jiang Yao must be suffering terribly. Feng Shui dared not think any further, fearing he would never leave this world and would never see Jiang Yao again. The feeling of despair made Feng Shui even more exhausted, and he felt his legs give way, collapsing to the ground, his face filled with helplessness and dejection.

Everyone around Feng Shui was dressed in fine clothes, and regardless of gender, they all exuded an extraordinary aura. None of them were as listless as Feng Shui.

At this moment, Feng Shui was covered in dirt and grime, holding a young, unconscious girl in his arms. He was also disheveled and looked like two beggars.

2004-12-08 12:29:00

In the eyes of these people, Feng Shui was nothing more than a little demon who had just been refined into human form, because only a little demon would be so slovenly and listless. Meanwhile, those who had cultivated to the intermediate level of demon cultivation had already almost fully refined their demonic nature and would no longer exhibit such a chaotic state.

With a cry of "Ouch!", the young girl in Feng Shui's arms woke up. It turned out that when Feng Shui slumped to the ground, he hadn't noticed that the young girl's head had also hit the hard ground at the same time.

The young girl quickly sat up and suddenly felt a chill on her chest. Looking down, she realized that her clothes had been torn at the front. Because she had stood up so abruptly, the clothes covering her had slipped to the ground.

Quickly grabbing the blazer from the ground to cover herself, the young girl blushed and shyly looked up at the feng shui master before her. The feng shui master looked back at her, but his eyes were filled with dejection, and his face was full of low spirits. This infuriated the young girl who had just woken up. She never imagined that the feng shui master, who might have assaulted her, would have such an expression that made her want to punch him. The feng shui master who had been so full of confidence in the forest just moments before—that aura had vanished. Judging from his current expression, it seemed like it would be a long time before he truly grasped the Dao of cultivation.

This girl is Miss Sugar Water, who has been monitoring the feng shui.

"You're going to die, acting like a deadbeat!" Sugar Water cursed angrily.

"Ah~~~~! You're awake, that's good, that's good." Feng Shui said listlessly and blankly.

"Good my ass! You idiot, at your current state, when will you ever be able to start truly cultivating demonic arts!" Sugar Water scolded angrily.

"Cultivate demonic arts? What demonic arts? I'm a stranger in a strange land right now, and I miss my family even more during festivals. What demonic arts could I possibly cultivate? Oh, right, I forgot to ask you, what does cultivating demonic arts even mean?" Feng Shui said with a smug look on his face, completely lifeless.

Upon hearing this, Tangshui nearly died of anger. Forgetting all about ladylike decorum, she stood up, stepped forward, and kicked Fengshui's lifeless face, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. Fengshui slowly got up, a small footprint on his face, a bruised eye, and blood trickling from his nose—a truly pitiful sight.

"Hehehe~~~~~~, hahahaha~~~~~~!" Sugar Water laughed so hard she almost fell over when she saw Feng Shui's miserable state.

"Go ahead and bully me. I know I'm an outsider, kidnapped here by you monsters, separated from my family and friends. I've already prepared to die. Just give me a quick death." Feng Shui's mental endurance was nearing its limit, and he felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

He forcefully ripped open the shirt he was wearing, which was originally white but was now indistinguishable in color, revealing his firm chest. He closed his eyes, looking resolute and ready to sacrifice himself.

This action completely baffled Tangshui. Looking at Fengshui's expression and actions, Tangshui suddenly felt that this person was an incredibly stupid and foolish man.

"Don't be so discouraged. Although you've been kidnapped to this strange realm, it might not be a bad thing for you. You know, it might be more dangerous for you in the human world. It's actually safer here. This way, you can better cultivate yourself. It's just that you haven't truly realized your own value yet. Once you really start cultivating, you won't be at the mercy of others like you are now," Tang Shui calmly comforted Feng Shui.

"Cultivation? Can I cultivate? It's not some kind of demonic cultivation you were talking about earlier, is it?" Feng Shui opened his eyes and asked hopefully.

“You’re right, you know? You’re actually someone who will achieve great things. As the saying goes, ‘Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, but first it will test their will, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies, and empty their minds.’ However, what you will become through cultivation depends on your own destiny. Come on, let’s settle down in the city first, and then I will guide you onto the true path of cultivation.” A thought that Tang Shui never dared to imagine flashed through her mind: she would teach Feng Shui the path of cultivation.

It seems women's compassion is indeed prone to making mistakes. Originally, Tangshui was sent by Huangtao to monitor Fengshui's cultivation. However, seeing Fengshui's pitiful and dejected state, Tangshui actually wanted to violate a major taboo in the cultivation world and teach Fengshui to cultivate demonic arts.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Invasion

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In truth, regardless of the world, what we ultimately seek is only one thing: civilization. Only the establishment of a civilization can prove a world's level of development and progress.

Society has played an indelible role in the development of the world. However, the degree to which a society is established fully reflects its progress.

The eerie city, number 306.