Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

Wu Xiaode landed in a gray, hazy pavilion.

The pavilion looked quite dilapidated, yet it still held an inexplicable sense of majesty.

All around were thick walls of books.

A table was placed in the middle, with a pot of lush bamboo on it.

Through the window, one could see distant fields, blue skies, and the sun in the sky.

——This was Little Wu's office.

But is this really Hell?

Wu Xiaode felt a bit puzzled and couldn't help but look again at the card in his hand.

The card gently broke free from his hand and flew onto the table, inserting itself into the computer with a "click".

The computer screen lit up.

"Welcome."

"Because you have a world affinity of 3 points, to prevent you from being frightened by the Hellish scenes, we have used VR reality virtual technology to cover up the real surroundings."

Wu Xiaode chuckled and said, "Am I really that easily frightened? Let me see the real scene instead."

In an instant.

The study disappeared, and the blue sky, white clouds, fields, and sunlight outside all vanished.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a boiling cauldron of oil, with countless wailing skulls beneath his feet.

The cauldron was as big as a basketball court, surrounded by towering mountains of knives, covered with fragmented body parts.

Four mountain-like giant ghosts were devouring countless deceased, chewing endlessly and spraying blood mist.

"This isn't so bad either."

Wu Xiaode calmly said.

Pop.

An eyeball flew from outside, bouncing to Wu Xiaode's feet.

Before he could react, a skull beneath him suddenly turned and bit the eyeball to a pulp, then spat it out, landing by Wu Xiaode's other foot.

Wu Xiaode fell silent for a moment.

"Ahem, give me the VR back. I'm a clean person, and working requires a good environment."

He finally said.

The computer immediately displayed a "restore" icon.

In the next moment.

The world became wonderful and fresh again.

"So, what should I do?"

Wu Xiaode sat down in his chair and asked.

The computer displayed a line of small text:

"Observe the battlefield, do not allow any deceased to slack off, and issue an alert immediately if found."

The small text disappeared.

A scene appeared on the screen.

Countless skeletons and deceased were fighting on a vast battlefield.

They fought desperately to kill each other, only stopping when they themselves were killed.

"To be killed in the Death World means you can reincarnate."

"The purpose of this battlefield is to ensure they die."

The computer explained.

Wu Xiaode nodded, indeed noticing that those skeletons or deceased who were killed quickly transformed into a stream of light and flew skyward.

"Hmm, there's one lying on the ground, hasn't disappeared, probably pretending to be dead."

Wu Xiaode pointed at a spot on the screen and said.

"Beep!"

"Verifying."

"Verified, the deceased is indeed feigning death."

On the screen, the pretending deceased was suddenly surrounded by a group of skeletons.

"Kill it, reincarnate well!"

The skeletons shouted in unison.

They all drew their knives and slashed at the deceased.

The deceased wanted to jump up but was too late and was killed on the spot.

The computer displayed a line of small text:

"As expected, you are very experienced. This excellent work grants you 1 point of Merit."

"What is Merit?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The Merit of Hell."

"You explain too simply..."

Wu Xiaode couldn't help but remark.

Next, he watched the battle on the computer, reporting any slacking, fleeing, or feigning deceased he found.

Merit thus increased slowly.

When Merit reached 10 points, two lines of small text suddenly appeared on the computer:

"With 10 points of Merit, you are now promoted to Inspector."

"You may summon two subordinates to serve you. Their achievements will accumulate Merit for you."

That's good.

Wu Xiaode was about to summon Big Banana and Fierce Fang when glowing text quietly appeared in the Void:

"Esteemed Holy Song Demon Lord, congratulations on being reinstated."

——Jiuyao Sequence!

Wu Xiaode couldn't help but slap the table: "Didn't you kick me out of the sequence?"

"We didn't kick you out; saying so was to deceive 'Hermit' and other sequences." The glowing text said.

"What do you want? I won't work for you." Wu Xiaode snorted and said.

Glowing text swiftly appeared:

"You will receive a Life Extension Holy Chapter and 500 Merit Points."

"The Life Extension Holy Chapter can save your life under any circumstances, and Merit Points can be used to purchase various positions, privileges, equipment, Cultivation Techniques, and talents."

"This is precious wealth that most Jiuyao loaders cannot obtain in their lifetime."

"——As long as you tell this sequence how to obtain the first Pangu Card Set."

Wu Xiaode silently chuckled and replied:

"Jiuyao… you're such a scoundrel, does your Holy creator know?"

A line of glowing text appeared:

"Reveal the information."

"Kill Festos, and I'll reluctantly tell you." Wu Xiaode said.

"This sequence cannot kill any loader." The glowing text said.

"But you helped Festos throw me into a mission of certain death, and I have no merit. You're actually helping him, it's just that you didn't kill me." Wu Xiaode said.

"Reveal the intel, and you will receive abundant rewards and become an equal of Festos." said the glowing small characters.

Wu Xiaode let out a cold laugh.

Jiuyao has a feature.

They can take back what they give at any time.

Just like the title "Holy Song Demon Lord", when Festos confronted him, Jiuyao directly took back the title.

In the underworld, being fooled once can be excused as keeping too strictly to the code.

Being fooled by the same person a second time is inexcusable.

"Get lost, don't think you'll get any intel from me."

Wu Xiaode said.

The glowing small characters floated motionless in mid-air.

After several breaths passed.

New glowing small characters appeared:

"If you persist in not talking, this sequence will teleport you to the Sequence Prison, where thirty-six powerful Sequencers will 'persuade' you thoroughly."

——The plot is now revealed!

Wu Xiaode's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.

A good opportunity!

This is the moment to prove his power, to see if he can resist the manipulation of the sequence.

But before that, make safety preparations first!

He took out the Eternal Guardian Rope, secured one end to the ground, and tied the other end around his waist.

The glowing small characters continued to appear:

"You are about to be teleported to the Sequence Prison."

"Countdown:"

"5,"

"4,"

"3,"

"2,"

"1!"

Suddenly, waves of spatial fluctuations appeared around Wu Xiaode, clearly about to teleport him away.

Yet at that instant, he suddenly roared in anger:

"You think you can control and manipulate me?"

The Evil Spirit Book appeared directly in front of him, and with a sudden shake, it spewed forth boundless darkness like a fountain.

——This was the "evil" condensed over endless years beneath the ultimate abyss!

The darkness enveloped Wu Xiaode, completely dispersing the spatial waves around him.

It worked!

"The holder of this book is naturally immune to the control of sequence-type existences."

Although it was described this way, Wu Xiaode had never tried it, so he was naturally apprehensive.

But this time he tried it, and successfully resisted Jiuyao's teleportation!

Wu Xiaode suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart.

As long as he wasn't controlled by the sequence, he could fight!

He stood in the ceaselessly swirling darkness, grinning widely as he said:

"You wanted to teleport me? But it seems it didn't work, did it?"

The glowing small characters immediately changed:

"The 'Mimic' sequence is about to join forces, teleporting twelve Executors to this location to execute you on the spot!"

"You have one last chance to hand over the intel."

"Get lost!" Wu Xiaode shouted, stomping hard with his foot.

The entire virtual scene instantly vanished.

The real scene of Hell reappeared before his eyes.

With the power of his stomp, the skulls supporting him in the massive oil cauldron scattered, sinking into the cauldron.

Only the seven or eight skulls under his feet continued to struggle, floating and sinking.

At this time, the surrounding Void began to blur and distort.

——The teleportation combined by the two major sequences was starting!

Wu Xiaode's eyes darkened, and he suddenly knelt on the skulls, panting lowly.

The repressed anger surged into his brain like a rush of blood.

He almost couldn't suppress his desire to fight.

The Evil Spirit Book released strands of dark lines like silk, completely entwining him.

Two bronze small characters quietly appeared:

"Performing the Mysterious Fist Skill technique:"

"Mad · Dragon Snake."

The fluctuations in the Void finally reached a peak.

Twelve armored figures quietly appeared in the Void above the oil cauldron.

The darkness around Wu Xiaode swirled like a hurricane, his chest heaving like a bellows.

Crush them.

Crush those self-righteous guys.

Wu Xiaode trembled all over, unable to restrain his desire to fight.

Suddenly.

He extended his hand, pinching forcefully into the Void.

A recently teleported Jiuyao Executor was instantly grabbed by a giant black hand and pressed into the oil cauldron.

"Ahhhhh——"

Amid his screams, the corners of Wu Xiaode's mouth slightly curled into a smile.

He stood on the skulls, floating up and down, and threw a punch through the air.

Countless black shadows bloomed in the Void, condensing into seven or eight fists, directly sending another Jiuyao Executor flying, crashing into the mountain of knives, his body shattered into pieces.

The other Jiuyao Executors were greatly alarmed, their forms flickering, moving unpredictably in mid-air.

One shouted loudly:

"Be careful, his power is strange and unavoidable."

The others responded one after another.

For a moment, Wu Xiaode didn't strike immediately.

He was wrapped in boundless darkness, standing on the floating and sinking skulls, lazily saying:

"You dare to wreck my place too?"

"Go be reborn."