Cultivation Starts from Killing Pigs

Zhang Kui was taken aback, a son?

He looked at the creature that was neither human nor ghost and felt utterly bewildered.

If he were the son of the National Guardian True Man, with such a distinguished status, what couldn't he get? Why turn himself into this ghostly state?

"Shut up!"

Wang Chaoxian was immediately infuriated, channeling spells with both hands, and the three-eyed, four-armed grim divine statue flared up in flames, its figure becoming more solid.

"If you could kill me, you would've done it long ago!"

The Corpse Demon let out a shrill scream, swinging its sharp, black-clawed hands wildly while the bronze bells on its wrists jingled incessantly.

Instantly, the mountain was filled with rolling Yin Qi, black mist spreading everywhere, with countless Fierce Ghosts appearing out of nowhere, swarming towards the divine statue like ants.

Many ghostly entities, upon touching the blazing flames of the divine statue, sizzled and scattered Yin Qi, yet as more ghosts gathered, the flames on the statue began to gradually diminish.

"Everyone, stop!"

Zhang Kui frowned and barked angrily, "What the hell is going on? Explain it all to me!"

Wang Chaoxian retracted the divine statue, his face uncertain and overcast.

The Corpse Demon sneered coldly, "Wang Chaoxian, you lied to people to deal with me. I have no complaints, even if I die, I will honor my promise. But now that Jun has turned into this, don't blame me..."

"He sought death himself, what could I do?"

Wang Chaoxian immediately looked furious.

"That is none of my business..."

The Corpse Demon snorted coldly, turned to Zhang Kui, "My fellow Daoist, do you know that although the Wang Family seems illustrious, in reality, they are just dogs for the General's Tomb!"

Zhang Kui glanced at the somber-faced Wang Chaoxian, expressionless and nodded, "I guessed it."

Both Wang Chaoxian and the Corpse Demon were taken aback.

"As long as you believe me, fellow Daoist..."

The Corpse Demon didn't delve further, grimly laughing, "I was originally a female cultivator from Huozhou. Decades ago, I became a Dao partner with Wang Chaoxian and bore a son."

"Unfortunately, I accidentally discovered the Wang family's secret. That petty person hunted me down to preserve the Wang family's reputation. Fortunately, I wasn't destined to die, and through sheer resentment, I switched to the Corpse Demon Path!"

"After reaching the Celestial Tribulation Realm, although that petty person could do nothing to me, I knew I couldn't escape the Thunder Tribulation. I merely asked him to take care of our son, but who knew..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Wang Chaoxian's face was overcast, angrily beyond measure.

"You fool, even though you survived by luck, you should have obediently hid. Yet you gathered a bunch of demons and mischief-makers, frequently causing trouble. I didn't want to bother with you, but since the Court issued orders, what choice did I have?"

"And this rebellious child, with poor cultivation talent, thought about taking crooked paths, causing trouble everywhere, and yet he's just like you!"

"Enough!"

Zhang Kui let out a cold laugh, "The whole family is rotten, all of you accept your fate quietly!"

Wang Chaoxian laughed furiously, "You brat, I gave you some face, yet you dare say such things..."

His voice suddenly ceased.

The surrounding space suddenly darkened, filled with twisted, menacing shadows both above and below, while a black parasol rose behind Zhang Kui.

Black mist roiling, obscuring the sky, with blood-curdling charms hanging from white silk, blood-red cloud patterns drifting about, exuding foreboding and malevolence...

"Ancient Artifact?"

Wang Chaoxian was shocked, it was his first time encountering such awe-inspiring and eerie Ancient Artifact, could it be a Divine Artifact...

"Ah—!"

A piercing scream echoed, as his son turned demon, Wang Jun, was entangled by countless vines, his body marked with bloody gashes.

The female Corpse Demon shrieked, tearing apart the vines with black claws to save Wang Jun, then shook a bronze bell, summoning countless Fierce Ghosts.

Unfortunately, as soon as these Fierce Ghosts appeared, they were gripped and crushed by more vines, turning into Yin Qi and devoured.

The Corpse Demon, being in the Celestial Tribulation Realm, emitted vast blood-red Evil Qi, corroding any nearby vines.

Attempting to escape with her son, she was intercepted by a flash of golden light from Lu Li's sword, severing her arm.

"Wang Chaoxian!"

The Corpse Demon shrieked, "If we don't join forces today, we'll both die here!"

Beneath the black parasol, Zhang Kui's expression was dark, "Today, none of you shall escape; your sneaky family should meet your end together..."

Wang Chaoxian's face flickered, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, "Brat, you forced me!"

As he spoke, the eerie divine statue reappeared.

He swiftly formed several spell gestures, his face turning an unnatural scarlet, then spat a mouthful of blood onto the statue.

Buzzing sounds erupted!

The divine statue roared incessantly, like a waking beast, with terrifying aura soaring chaotically.

Meanwhile, the Corpse Demon couldn't hold on.

Lu Li's sword shot out, suddenly splitting into three with a flash of golden light, encircling her and striking continuously, extinguishing her Divine Soul without a sound, leaving her to be overwhelmed by vines...

Wang Chaoxian's pupils contracted sharply, realizing today's survival hung by a thread. With a roar, he tore off his arm, bloodily tossing it to the statue.

The three-eyed statue's eyes glowed red, swelling like a living creature, opening its fanged mouth to gnaw the arm until blood and flesh were indistinguishable.

"Is this the Divine Path technique?"

Murderous intent deepened in Zhang Kui's eyes, as Lu Li's sword shot out with dazzling Evil Light.

"Longevity" had transformed into a domain after absorbing the eerie white silk from the Locust Demon Hall; anything below its Spiritual Qi Level, including Ancient Artifacts and magic, was rendered ineffective.

This was Zhang Kui's confidence to face two foes at once.

In this world, cultivation was just one aspect; powerful Divine Power Skills, Talismans, or Ancient Artifacts allowed one to defeat foes beyond their level.

The divine statue had swelled into a blood-and-flesh monster, roaring while blocking the flying sword.

Lu Li's sword possessed the sharpest of Evil Light, easily cutting the statue to pieces, yet the thing always regenerated quickly, glancing menacingly at Zhang Kui with its third eye emitting a bizarre green light from its forehead.

Zhang Kui felt himself shrouded by a murky, sinister aura attempting to penetrate his body.

"A curse?"

Zhang Kui snorted coldly, waved his hand, and dispelled it with a simple Crisis Resolution Skill.

Opposite, Wang Chaoxian spat blood with a "pfft," glaring incredulously at Zhang Kui.

Flying swords, Ancient Artifacts, Magic Numbers... He thought he had a diverse array of skills, yet Zhang Kui seemed to master everything, an utter monster!

At that moment, Zhang Kui's brow furrowed, looking back behind him.

The Vine Demon, holding the parasol, stared at the statue, red light flickering in its eyes, greed evident on its face.

"You want that thing..."

Zhang Kui glanced at the statue thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he pointed towards Wang Chaoxian,

"Stabilize!"

Although the statue appeared fierce, even within the "Longevity" domain, under flying sword assault, it was only slightly disadvantaged.

Yet Wang Chaoxian, controlling the statue, was mortal flesh, his greatest vulnerability.

The Body Fixing Skill succeeded immediately; Wang Chaoxian merely stiffened momentarily before being impaled through the heart by the flying sword.

The divine statue trembled, becoming sluggish, while the flying sword split into three, with golden light causing flesh and blood to fly.

Countless vines followed up, pouncing over...

The sky changed suddenly, awash in spring light.

Zhang Kui sensed it; inside him, "Longevity" transformed into billowing black mist, enveloping and devouring a core of red light.

He lifted his gaze into the distance.

Though Wang Chaoxian wasn't dead, his face was pale, and from his massive chest wound, strands of flesh began to regenerate.

Zhang Kui walked forward expressionlessly.

Wang Chaoxian spat bloody froth, laughing bitterly:

"Ha, hero... what do you think you are!"

"Yes, I am but a dog of the General's Tomb, yet without me, how could the Jiangzhou human race be protected, do you think it's just me, can you kill us all?!"

Zhang Kui remained calm, "I ask you this one thing, how many mortals' lives did you sacrifice to forge this statue?"

Wang Chaoxian's expression changed,

"It was just a matter of expediency..."

Buzz!

Lu Li's sword flashed, a head flew.

Silence fell across the land as Zhang Kui looked at the battered, fragmented sitting Buddha statue.

"Gods... Demons... Hmph!"