Unlimited employment

Chapter 203 Fang Yuan (New World)

"Since that seventh-tier Heavenly Demon is invading the Northern Ke World with all its might, the other fruits on the Ren-character offshoot should be safe for the time being."

It's time to put my long-interrupted reincarnation on the agenda again.

Chen Sheng's main body in the main world was remotely controlling his clones in the Bei Ke world to slay demons and earn merit to exchange for various items that would aid his cultivation, while looking at the two special Yang Gods floating in front of him.

They are special because these two Yang spirits are not in the common human form, but rather two colorful and unstable spheres.

The sphere radiated colorful light as it writhed violently.

The radiance illuminated the space within a hundred miles, triggering violent fluctuations of spiritual energy and chaotic torrents of magic, creating a desolate wasteland.

Until a certain moment, they could no longer suppress the internal conflict of forces, and exploded with a roar, turning into twenty streams of light that scattered in all directions, splitting into twenty completely different Yang Gods, which gradually restored peace to this area.

"The 56,328th fusion attempt failed again."

What Chen Sheng is currently conducting is a fusion experiment of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and the Four-Nine Arcane Arts.

Over the years, while his alter ego was reincarnated as Zhong Kui, Chen Sheng himself was not idle.

It's important to know that the time flow ratio between the main world and the Beike world is 10 to 1, and the flow ratio between the main world and the Divine Court world is 1 to 50, which makes the time flow ratio between the other two worlds as high as 500 to 1.

Now, more than two hundred years have passed in the Bei Ke world, while more than ten thousand years have passed in the Shen Ting world.

Over the course of hundreds of thousands of years, he repeatedly reincarnated in the Divine Court world, using the insights he gained from cultivating with female immortals in other realms to allow his clones to advance to the Yang God realm time and time again, only to return to his original body each time.

After a long period of time, they finally gathered the twenty prerequisite Yang spirits required to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and the Four-Nine Arcane Arts.

His repeated achievements with each type of Yang God meant that the methods for advancing these twenty types of Yang Gods to the fifth rank were no longer a secret to him.

"It's a pity that even with the powerful computing power of the Lord of the World, I still couldn't find a way to integrate all the Dao techniques when advancing to the fifth rank."

There is still one final step before one can truly master these two renowned Daoist arts from the Yama Fruit Tree. The opportunities related to them can only be found in other fruits.

Fortunately, with the seventh-tier Heavenly Demon bogged down in the Northern Ke World, the Ren-character branch became safe again, and I was able to reincarnate once more.

Chen Sheng raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick membrane of the main world, looking at the vast void, and silently said in his heart.

“O counterparts of all worlds, I need to find a fruit that can help me cultivate both the Four-Nine Arcane Technique and the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique simultaneously.”

A sense of perception returned from the unseen realm; within a distant fruit tens of light-years away from the main world, a counterpart responded.

This journey is far too long, and it might not be safe to travel through the void for too long.

After a moment of silence, he silently repeated it to himself.

"O counterparts of all worlds, please help me find a fruit that has the opportunity to cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique."

This response is more immediate.

This time, Chen Sheng did not hesitate for long. He directly separated a Yama Insect from his body and flew out of the main world.

……

"At the third quarter of Hai hour, the night is deep and the dew is heavy. Close the doors and windows to prevent theft..."

Bright moonlight shone through the paper windows and spilled onto the floor of the room, where mourning clothes and linen were scattered in disarray.

The woman, huddled in her blankets, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It wasn't until she heard the watchman's call from the street that she spoke to the boy beside her.

“It’s almost midnight. It’s so pitiful for Tiger to be lying alone in the coffin. I want to go and cry for him a couple more times.”

"We were husband and wife after all. If I don't cry during the funeral procession, the neighbors will definitely gossip about us later."

The boy on the bed was fast asleep and clearly didn't hear the woman speaking.

She tiptoed out of bed, picked up the mourning clothes from the floor, wrapped them around her plump, fair body, and swayed her slender waist as she pushed open the door and went out.

Soon, a mournful sob could be heard from inside the courtyard.

"Waaah—you heartless bastard, you just left like that, how am I, a widow, supposed to live..."

Where did that mourning sound come from?

Chen Sheng was awakened by the crying. He sat up in bed, his head still heavy with sleep. The thing covering his head slipped off, and when he picked it up, he found it was a pink mandarin duck bib.

He stared blankly at the woman's undergarments, and the original owner's memories immediately began to surface in his mind.

"In the 20th year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty, at the Linqing branch of the Grand Canal Gang, there was an orphan named Fang Yuan?"

After a quick review of his memories, Chen Sheng understood what had happened.

As a henchman raised by the Canal Gang since childhood, his predecessor and his colleagues encountered a mishap when they went to the countryside to assist the government in collecting taxes a couple of days ago. Tiger, who was with them, was bitten by a zombie and died in the time it takes to smoke a pipe.

As Tiger's sworn brother, the former had been busy with his sister-in-law's funeral all day. Before leaving, he wanted to go inside for a drink of hot water, but accidentally spilled the water on his crotch.

My sister-in-law is a good person. She insisted that I change into Tiger's pants before leaving, but how could a gentleman dare to take off his pants in a widow's room!

In the midst of their tug-of-war, the two accidentally rolled onto the bed, and then, without further ado, slipped and fell onto the bed.

There was nothing I could do but try my best to comfort the poor little widow, given the circumstances.

As a result, at that critical moment when he shivered, he seemed to feel a chill coming from somewhere inexplicable, and then his heart suddenly ached, and he instantly lost consciousness.

"This way of dying is a bit like a sudden stroke!"

"His predecessor practiced martial arts for many years and was physically strong, how could he have died from such a ailment?"

Recalling the strange experience from his memory, Chen Sheng lowered his head.

In the dim moonlight, one could see his well-defined pectoral muscles, his neatly arranged abdominal muscles, and his strong and powerful arm muscles—it was an extremely strong body.

But these were not Chen Sheng's main concerns.

He lifted the blanket and, in the moonlight, vaguely saw that his skin was covered with a layer of spiderweb-like blood-red patterns, with some tadpole-sized scribbles mixed in.

The tattoo-like pattern was hidden among the thick leg hair and was not noticeable; it could only be discovered upon close inspection.

"I've never had tattoos before, what the hell is this?"

Chen Sheng touched it with his finger and felt a familiar chill flash by, and at that moment the panel popped up in front of him.

Name: Fang Yuan (Chen Sheng)
【Age】：16/86
[Occupation 1]: Jambudvipa Adult Insect
Level: Lv6 (283/600)

Talent: Omitted…

[Career 2]: Parasitic Gu Dao (Flesh Cultivation Period)

Level: Lv1 (1/100)

Talent: Body with Gu Seeds

Status: Wind Spell
"To be able to acquire a profession right after reincarnation, it seems that the previous incarnation was someone who cultivated the [Parasitic Gu Dao]."

Although Chen Sheng couldn't find any cultivation memories of the so-called Parasitic Gu Dao in his predecessor's mind, which aroused his doubts, he didn't have time to pay attention to this matter now.

[The Wind-Spell on Horseback]: One of the Gu techniques of the Fragrance Sect. This Gu is a pair of Yin and Yang. After the Yin Gu is implanted in a woman's uterus, if she does not remain chaste and has sex with a man who has the Yang Gu implanted in her uterus, the Gu seal will be triggered, causing the adulterer to die suddenly from cardiac arrest.

"Good heavens, he was actually killed by a Gu curse! This world, which can cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, is indeed not an ordinary world."

Just as Chen Sheng was about to clean the remaining marks from the hair, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked up at the door and saw a woman dressed in mourning clothes run into the house, throw herself into his arms, and say in a terrified voice.

"Brother Fang, I just heard a noise coming from Brother Tiger's coffin!"

The moonlight streaming into the room from the window shone on the woman's profile.

The perfect lighting made her already beautiful face even more alluring, and even though she looked panicked, she still had a unique charm.

No wonder that even though he knew he had touched the widow of one of his gang members, and according to gang rules he should have been stabbed three times and stabbed six times, he still couldn't tighten his belt.

Chen Sheng shook his head inwardly, returned the undergarment to his sister-in-law, and softly comforted her.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go out and take a look now."

Wet your undergarment with water, cover your mouth and nose, and hide inside. Remember, no matter what happens, don't make a sound.

"Well, I see."

After a thorough conversation last night, his sister-in-law clearly trusted him, and without saying a word, she took her undergarment and walked towards the earthenware pot filled with water inside the house.

Chen Sheng then calmly put on his clothes, lifted his shoes, and picked up the broadsword that was placed in the corner.

As he strode to the door, closed it, and locked it, he heard the woman who had been hiding suddenly run behind the door.

"Brother Fang, why don't you ask the night watchmen for help? I'm afraid you can't handle it by yourself."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I don't even consider a newly turned zombie a threat."

Besides, as Tiger's sworn brother, I also wanted to personally send his body to rest in peace.

……

Today is June 15th, and the high-hanging full moon shines a silvery light on the earth.

In Tiger's courtyard, under a small mourning hall built of bamboo and wood, a thin-skinned coffin was placed on two long benches.

Since ancient times, funeral rites have emphasized "the ground becomes the grave." After the deceased is placed in the coffin but before burial, the coffin is often supported by stools to temporarily isolate it from the earth.

So when Chen Sheng entered the mourning hall with a knife in his hand and two oil jugs he had found in the kitchen, the coffin was level with his lower abdomen.

He stopped in front of the coffin, listening to the faint, muffled sobs coming from inside, and tapped the front of the coffin, which was decorated with the character for "mourning," with the hilt of his knife.

"Brother Tiger, your brother's here to see you."

Sensing the anger emanating from Chen Sheng's voice, the coffin propped on the stool began to shake violently.

At the same time, a piercing scratching sound that made one's teeth ache came from the front of the coffin.

Tiger seemed impatient to break out of the coffin.

"It actually turned into a zombie!"

Before I brought Tiger's body back from Guantao County, I even spent money to hire a Taoist priest to perform a ritual to remove the poison.

In retrospect, that money was wasted.

Faced with this situation, Chen Sheng calmly placed the oil pot at his feet and gripped the long knife in his hand.

This knife has a blade two feet long, a blade width of two inches, and a handle three feet long; it is a typical pudao (a type of Chinese broadsword).

The knife and handle can be separated into a stick and a machete, which can circumvent the law that prohibits commoners from possessing weapons, making it a common weapon used in the martial arts world.

The knife in his hand was common, and the martial arts he practiced were even more ordinary.

His predecessor started learning martial arts at the age of eight and began killing people at the age of fourteen. He was able to gain a foothold entirely thanks to a second-rate martial art called "Dissecting Ox Knife" taught by the Canal Gang.

Although this sword technique is crude, the memory of wielding the sword hundreds of times in the past is engraved in the body.

With the knife in hand, Chen Sheng felt he could carve a wild boar into a clean skeleton in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Click——

With a dull thud, a purple hand with fingers like iron hooks finally tore through the thin-skinned front of the coffin and reached straight for Chen Sheng, who was standing in front of it.

"It's now!"

Chen Sheng lightly touched the ground with his toes and jumped to the side, dodging the sharp claws while simultaneously wielding his sword with both hands and slashing down heavily.

With a swift motion, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, he chopped off the hand, which had become incredibly hard after stiffening, by following the joint gap at the wrist.

"Uuuuuu——"

Tiger was suddenly struck by this severe blow, and made incomprehensible whimpers as he instinctively pulled his arm back.

But Chen Sheng didn't stop. He stepped forward, used the tip of his knife to pick up an oil jug from the ground, and threw it into the hole in the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, another tinderbox was thrown in.

Hu~hu~
The injured zombie smashed the oil jug, and the tinderbox ignited the spilled rapeseed oil, causing Tiger to struggle violently from the intense heat.

Seeing that the wobbly coffin on the bench might tip over, Chen Sheng jumped on it and used his weight to hold down the coffin lid.

The space inside the coffin was ultimately cramped and lacked sufficient oxygen.

Chen Sheng silently counted in his mind, estimating that the flames inside should have shrunk, before he jumped up, grabbed the crossbeam of the mourning hall, and nimbly scrambled up.

Take a deep breath, hold your breath, and watch quietly as the coffin shakes violently and overturns to the ground.

Only after Tiger broke the wooden pegs holding the coffin open and crawled out did Chen Sheng get a clear look at its current appearance.

He was disheveled, with a purple face and fangs. One of his hands was severed, while the other remained in a hooked shape. Half of his burnt burial clothes were still hanging on his body.

The next moment, with the supply of oxygen, the flames on Tiger's body, which had shrunk, reignited, transforming into a human-shaped torch.

After Chen Sheng held his breath, the zombie, being blind, couldn't smell his location at all. Coupled with the pain of being burned by flames, it instinctively ran towards the well in the courtyard, which was full of moisture.

This departure led them right into Chen Sheng's trap.

As Tiger passed under the beam of the mourning hall, he saw Chen Sheng hanging upside down with his legs clamped around the beam, and then slashing his knife from behind it.

Boom!
With a muffled sound like chopping wood, the blade precisely sliced ​​into the gap in the neck bone, severing the zombie's hideous head in one fell swoop.

Watching the headless zombie fall to the ground, its head rolling far away into a corner, Chen Sheng jumped down from the wooden beam and shook his numb hands.

"Damn, what a stiff neck."

He was able to easily kill Tiger Brother this time entirely because he took advantage of the fact that Tiger Brother was trapped in a coffin.

The corpses of zombies after they have solidified are as hard as old elm wood. If they were to fight each other head-on, it would be hard to say who would win.

(End of this chapter)