Turns Out I'm the Real Monster?!

Chapter 94: Chapter 85: Filled to the Brim

Watching Jiang Mu move through the demon horde as if no one was there, like a Slaughter Deity incarnate, a chill exploded through Bao Er, flooding every fiber of his being.

All thoughts of avenging his brother...

All thoughts of digging out that man’s heart to pair with wine...

Before such absolute terror, all these notions vanished into thin air.

He had a powerful premonition.

If he didn’t run now, no matter how many lesser demons protected him, he would surely die here.

He would die by this monster’s blade!

Run!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Bao Er turned and fled.

He scrambled away, a truly pathetic sight.

And when the other lesser demons—already scared witless by Jiang Mu’s slaughter—saw their leader flee, what will to fight could they possibly have left?

Their last shred of morale instantly collapsed.

"Run!"

"He’s a devil!"

In an instant, the demons covering the mountainside scattered like a receding tide. The scene was utter chaos.

On the other side, Yan Fenghuo’s arm was already sore and numb from the fighting. He had been debating whether to abandon Jiang Mu and flee on his own, so he was baffled by this turn of events.

’What’s going on?’

As the demons around him thinned out, he was able to catch his breath and turned to look toward Jiang Mu.

The sight left him stunned.

Jiang Mu was furiously swinging his blade, cutting down lesser demons. Behind him, demon corpses were piled like a mountain, and blood flowed like a river.

This was a scene Yan Fenghuo had never imagined.

’A single man carving his way through a Demon Army?’

The shock passed, and he reacted immediately, his expression激动: "We can win this!"

The tide of battle had turned completely in their favor.

He turned and roared at the dozen or so subordinates who were still watching from a distance:

"Stop fucking staring and get in here!"

Only then did the dozen or so subordinates, who had been watching dumbfounded, snap out of their daze.

Hearing their superior’s roar, their blood boiled, and they all charged forward.

Yan Fenghuo was about to call out to Jiang Mu to discuss a pursuit strategy.

But he saw the other man had already lifted his blade and, howling like he’d just seen a peerless beauty in the nude, charged after the fleeing horde of demons.

’How should I put this...’

’Utterly surreal.’

One man with a blade was chasing like a maniac, and in front of him, more than two hundred demons were fleeing and screaming their heads off.

Yan Fenghuo was dumbfounded.

He quickly swallowed a Pill to recover some strength, then also raised his blade and gave chase.

"What a madman!"

...

...

「An hour later.」

Deep in the valley, it was dead silent.

Yan Fenghuo was sprawled on the ground like a boneless heap, the whites of his eyes showing. His body twitched slightly, his tongue practically hanging out.

Exhausted.

So damn tired.

’I’ve never been this exhausted in my entire life.’

The others from the Fourth Hall were all in the same state.

They were strewn across the ground in disarray.

Every one of them was in ragged, blood-soaked clothes, their weapons either blunted or chipped.

They stared lifelessly at the sky, their eyes hollow, as if their souls had left their bodies. They still wondered if they were in some bizarre, fantastical dream.

And all around them were the densely packed corpses of demons.

More than five hundred demons.

Annihilated.

Including Bao Er, who had fled with a severed arm—he too had not escaped the fate of being beheaded by Jiang Mu.

And in this field of carnage littered with bodies, only one figure seemed utterly out of place.

This guy was currently darting around the piles of demon corpses, full of energy.

One moment he was patting down the corpse of one demon, the next he was slicing open another’s belly to dig out its Demon Pill.

He casually tossed a portion of the excavated Demon Pills to the members of the Fourth Hall sprawled on the ground.

A distribution of the spoils, so to speak.

Occasionally, if he saw a demon that wasn’t quite dead and was still twitching, he would excitedly run over and deliver the finishing blow.

To ensure the "experience" was secured.

His core principle was one of "frugality and diligence, letting no scrap go to waste."

His boundless energy was enough to make one despair.

Yan Fenghuo squinted at the busy figure and muttered to himself:

"Definitely not human... absolutely not... no wonder he’s hooked up with so many women. With this much stamina... even a donkey would have to admit defeat."

"Not what?"

A face suddenly leaned in close.

In its hand was Bao Er’s head, its eyes wide with lingering disbelief.

Yan Fenghuo jumped in fright, closing his eyes and taking several deep, ragged breaths.

After recovering a sliver of strength, he gritted his teeth, pushed himself up from the ground, and leaned against the corpse of a Wolf Demon, looking at Jiang Mu with a complex expression.

"I don’t understand..."

"I really don’t understand. I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"What don’t you understand?"

Jiang Mu casually tossed Bao Er’s head aside and summoned his Demon Slot.

After this exhilarating slaughter, the Demon Slot was completely filled.

Filled to the brim.

It was even overflowing.

Beside it was a not-yet-fully-formed Demon Pill.

Jiang Mu had thought that killing so many demons would produce numerous Demon Shadows, but they had condensed into a Demon Pill instead.

’I wonder what kind of skill it’ll be.’

Yan Fenghuo stared at him and asked, word by word, "I don’t understand anything. What Secret Skill did you use? How are you so damn strong?"

"Strong?"

Jiang Mu pursed his lips, a look of profound loneliness on his face. "Master Yan, this is just what geniuses are like. You’ve never been one, so you wouldn’t get it."

As he spoke, he focused his thoughts.

The Demon Slot began to tremble violently, its edges glowing with a flowing golden light.

Immediately after, the Demon Slot’s depth doubled. The Demonic Qi that had been overflowing poured back in, filling it more than halfway.

At the same time, another point of light next to the Demon Slot lit up.

As Demonic Qi flowed in, it quickly condensed into a new figure—

Demon Shadow Number Three!

’This mission was a massive windfall,’ Jiang Mu thought ecstatically.

’Not only have my Demon Shadows increased to three, but my cultivation efficiency will skyrocket again.’

’And with all these demon corpses and Demon Pills, these tangible merits are enough for me to exchange for a pseudo-Star Official Seal from Ran Qingshan.’

’Then I can equip one of the Demon Shadows with it.’

Yan Fenghuo was so choked by those words he almost couldn’t breathe.

’Genius?’

’Bullshit!’

’Even a genius who started cultivating in the womb couldn’t be this ridiculous!’

Seeing that Jiang Mu didn’t want to say more, he tactfully stopped asking. Everyone has their own secrets; prying too much would only cause friction.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yan Fenghuo couldn’t help but ask:

"You... why are you so enthusiastic about killing demons?"

It was almost a fanaticism.

Jiang Mu’s movements paused.

He straightened up, looked out at the vast, distant mountains, and said lightly, "You know why."

’I know why?’

Yan Fenghuo froze.

Then, he remembered that this guy’s entire family had been killed by demons.

For a moment, a complex mix of emotions washed over Yan Fenghuo.

There was apology, sympathy, understanding, and even more so, deep regret.

He finally understood just how ridiculously wrong his so-called "intuition" had been.

’How could a person who bore such a deep blood feud, who hated demons to the bone, possibly be a mole colluding with Demon Fiends?’

’I actually suspected him.’

’I even deliberately set up a trap to test him.’

’I’m a goddamn idiot!’

’If he’s a mole, I, Yan Fenghuo, will stand on my head and eat shit, and I’ll pack up my wife and deliver her to his bed.’

’I swear on it!’

Jiang Mu naturally had no idea that Yan Fenghuo had already started "pimping out his wife" in his head.

He turned his head and asked:

"Master Yan, are there any other demon lairs around here?"

Looking at Jiang Mu, who was clearly still itching for more, Yan Fenghuo was taken aback. He fell silent for a moment, then pointed north:

"There’s a black marsh over that way. A Tier Eight Crocodile Demon is hiding in there. But the terrain is complicated, so finding it is a bit of a hassle. Want me to lead the way?"

Jiang Mu said, "Then lead the way."

"Alright."

"Mm."

"..."

Neither of them moved.

In their minds, however, they were cursing each other: ’Who the hell are you trying to fool?’

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