The Demon’s Menu

In no time, the entire palm print overflowed.

Making this palm print a blood handprint.

"After all these years, still the same trick?"

Feng Feiyu asked with a smile.

Meanwhile, over a hundred black-clad warriors drew the long blades from their waists—

"Kill!"

With a synchronized low shout, the cold light from the blades flickered in their hands.

Over a hundred warriors charged forward.

Feng Feiyu's smile faded from his face.

His hands moved incessantly, striking out.

One Splitting Palm force after another was unleashed through the air.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of muffled impacts.

The sound of bones breaking.

The sound of cries of pain.

In an instant, explosions erupted in this small alleyway, Su Niang's face behind the counter turned slightly pale, and her hands trembled a bit, yet she forcefully maintained calm and continued calculating on the abacus, keeping accounts.

Even, she spoke aloud.

"Dear, don't break the furniture."

Her voice carried a tremor.

But, it was still fairly clear.

Su Niang supported Feng Feiyu in her own way.

And Feng Feiyu?

"Got it."

Responding, the Splitting Palm force became even more concentrated.

One could say it was impenetrable.

From among the hundred warriors, not a single person could get within ten meters of the tavern entrance.

Like grass being mowed down.

They flew back in unison, crashing to the ground.

Even more synchronized than their previous shout.

Hoo.

Feng Feiyu exhaled a breath of impure air.

His breathing became slightly rapid.

The Feng Family's 'Splitting Palm,' silent in its wind, but its power is profound, using special techniques to stimulate the Qi-Blood, it can injure people invisibly three zhang away.

However, it consumes a great deal.

Ordinary Feng Family disciples, even those who have concentrated their 'Qi-Blood,' can at most execute three palms before exhausting themselves, and the palm wind won't extend beyond one zhang.

But Feng Feiyu, is exceptionally gifted, naturally with substantial Qi-Blood far exceeding the average, not to mention his remarkable recovery ability.

Others, when overextending their bodies, suffer mild illness or irreversible damage.

But Feng Feiyu is different.

He only needs to lie down and sleep it off.

Moreover, as his skills grow stronger, his Qi-Blood becomes more substantial, and his recovery ability becomes ever more remarkable.

Even if exhausted, he only needs to rest for a short time to recover.

Just like the recent hundred Splitting Palm forces.

Even the current Feng Family Head cannot achieve that.

Although the opponent is also a master of 'reforming' bone marrow, at most after fifty palms he'd be exhausted, and a single palm could never strike three zhang away.

"Feng, the chief arrest officer, is truly the first of the 'Feng Family'!"

Sighs of admiration erupted.

A young monk appeared at the entrance of the alley.

His gaze was like bright stars, lips red and teeth white, his appearance as radiant as a maiden, his demeanor graceful and elegant, yet beyond any woman in the world, especially with that moon-white monk robe, making him look spotless, as if descended from the clouds above the heavens.

Beyond a mere mortal.

Especially when meeting his gaze, the warmth within it could melt all worldly conflicts.

It could also melt the coldest hearts.

And if it were a woman's heart, it might only succumb.

Succumb to it, unable to pull away.

It's temptation.

And also willing surrender.

Yet, Feng Feiyu is no woman.

He is a man.

Moreover, still a arrest officer.

Though he is no longer, his former identity remains unchanged.

Thus, upon seeing this monk, Feng Feiyu immediately attacked.

He recognized the opponent.

Woo!

Splitting Palm force, roaring forth.

No longer silent.

Seemingly lacking technique.

But the power multiplied.

Feng Feiyu attacked with full force.

Yet such extraordinarily powerful Splitting Palm force, the monk remained stationary.

He simply stood there.

Taking it head-on.

Boom!

The monk's moon-white robe gently fluttered.

Then, returned to stillness.

In the martial world, few can withstand Feng Feiyu's Splitting Palm force.

Counting them all, less than thirty.

And those who can withstand a full-force Splitting Palm from Feng Feiyu, even fewer.

Only less than twenty.

Yet those who can take a full-force Splitting Palm head-on, on the entire martial stage, summed up, only nine.

That nine, are recognized as the top nine masters in the world.

Fittingly, among them, there is a monk.

'Huanxi Buddha'.

A name that makes the people of the Jianghu frown, spit, and fear—a monk.

Also, a pure and transcendent monk.

In fact, when this monk appears, no one would believe that this monk is the 'Happy Buddha'.

In fact, many people think there is a mistake.

This monk was misunderstood.

But, facts are facts.

This monk is indeed the 'Happy Buddha'.

The same one who steals yin to replenish yang, defiled the chastity of over a thousand women, slaughtered all their relatives, enjoys watching beautiful women cry, watches others beg for mercy, and yet is cold-blooded and ruthless—the 'Happy Buddha'.

Unlike the usual flower thieves.

'Happy Buddha' directly visits their homes.

He doesn't care where he is.

He just wants what he desires.

He might even do it deliberately.

Because, the more curses, the more cries, the more pleads.

This monk gets happier.

And he becomes more merciless.

Having looked through the records, Feng Feiyu knew the habits of this monk all too well.

Therefore, after a strike, he stood up.

He used a long bench to block the tavern's door.

Even closing the door casually.

"Am I really that scary?"

'Happy Buddha' asked curiously.

Speaking the first word, 'Happy Buddha' was still at the alley entrance.

By the time he spoke the last word, 'Happy Buddha' was already ten meters behind Feng Feiyu, right beside that bloody handprint. He glanced at the bloody handprint and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

Then, he began reciting scriptures, paying homage to the corpse underground.

Also paying homage to the corpse beside his feet.

And of course, also casually paying homage to the living Feng Feiyu before him.

Feng Feiyu was not dead yet.

But in the monk's view, it was no different than being dead.

…

Jason followed 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long, boarding a carriage waiting at the alley's mouth.

The carriage had four wheels.

Spacious and comfortable.

Even lying in it was more than sufficient.

The most surprising to Jason was the abundance of food inside the carriage.

Though mainly composed of fruits, there were also some stews.

But most of all, there was alcohol.

Pot after pot of fine wine in silver decanters neatly placed on the table.

The liquor didn't spill a single drop.

Not just because the carriage itself was crafted by dozens of skilled artisans.

Also due to the two thousand-mile horses pulling it.

And because the driver was the best coachman near the Northern Capital.

So, the ride was smooth.

Smooth to the extent that people inside the carriage couldn't feel the slightest bump.

Jason checked the fruits, stews.

Finding no anomalies, he began to eat.

'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long saw this scene, admiration glimmering in his eyes.

He knew Jason must understand what he would soon face.

Yet he was still calmly eating and drinking.

Unless he was truly a glutton.

Otherwise, it wasn't possible.

Is Jason a glutton?

Not at all.

'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long was very sure.

Just like he was forced to wear this mask.

He believed Jason was also forced to wear such a mask.

And now?

Still merely maintaining the facade of wearing a mask.

But with such calmness, eyes filled with delight.

It's truly identical.

He completely merged into the character!

Just like me!

No!

Far better than me.

At least now, I've already begun recalling my former identity.

Recalling those moments.

As if within reach.

Yet dreamy, unreal.

Not 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long.

Even though he is 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long.

Even though he's posing as 'Heavenly Monster', disguised as 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long.

Even though in some sense, he indeed is 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long.

But before 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long.

He has another identity.

That's his true identity.

Involuntarily, he placed his hand inside a hidden compartment beside him.

The hidden compartment was small.

Rectangular shape.

Embedded in the carriage.

When 'Big Dragonhead' King Cui Long's hand approached, Jason sharply sensed a feeling of sharpness contained within.

It was—a

Knife!