With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 168 Human hearts are limited, fate is already predetermined (3k)

"Second Uncle, why are you only encouraging others!"

Liu Sanduo was helpless.

Although his niece was a newcomer to the Eight Gates, her martial arts skills, passed down from the Liu family, were quite impressive, and she had also mastered Bajiquan to a certain level.

How can Bajiquan be compared to Meng Chuan's style if we only consider Bajiquan?

Moreover, he had been watching the other party practice martial arts at Huayun Mansion every day.

That thick, ancient tree could be cleaved in two with a single palm strike; if it had landed on Shuxue...
He thought for a moment and repeatedly comforted her:

"It's alright, I have some history with this kid."

This guy has some manly spirit; he probably won't specifically target girls.

"Hmph! If he dares to pick on me, I'd like to see what he's capable of!"

Liu Sanduo still didn't understand Meng Chuan well enough.

Along the way, the other party has defeated countless heroines.
Osaka, an island nation.

Tonight, there will be thunder and rain!
"Boom!"

Lightning struck the earth.

In Osaka's famous affluent area, rows of villas stand side by side.

Hearing the thunder outside the window, the little girl inside couldn't help but snuggle even closer into her mother's arms.

The middle-aged man beside him changed into an expensive coat and put on his expensive leather shoes in the entryway. He then turned around and said goodbye to his wife and daughter inside.

"Sakura, I'll be back soon. You and Mom go to sleep first."

"Bye Dad!"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.

His hand caressed the amulet his wife had embroidered inside his pocket.

After my fingertip lingered on the doorknob for three seconds...

The demonic seed within his body made the choice for him.

"Click."

The door opened.

The man seemed to be fighting against himself, using all his strength to sew the door shut.

The streetlights in the distance cast shadows between the door cracks, and the cherry blossoms falling outside the entrance hall, damp with the torrential rain, looked like someone's unwiped tears.

A deep red glint was hidden beneath his eyelids as he walked numbly in a certain direction.

Tonight, there are many others in the same situation as him.

Shinsaibashi Rakucho, the center of Osaka.

This place boasts the most luxurious dance hall in the entire island nation.

"Nami, going out so late?"

"Well, I'll be back soon."

The beautiful woman put on a coat, concealing her unseen charm.

"The city commander will be back a little later tonight, so hurry up."

Nami Ozawa lit a cigarette, reminiscing about what happened that day.

From a scrap of freebies, she has risen to become the top star here.

In the same city, there are also movie stars who suddenly become popular again, and unemployed youths who rise from henchmen to triad bosses.
In the steel jungle, countless men and women with desires gather from all over the world to [Qingshui Mingjingu].

They couldn't control their bodies, and only when they tried to resist did they realize who the body truly belonged to.

This is because from the moment they obtained the [Divine Seed], today's fate was already sealed.

Human desires are finite and cannot bear excessive greed.

Shimizu Myojin Shrine.

Heavy rain.

"Tap tap tap."

Ze Nami's high heels shattered the reflections in the puddles, and the collar of her coat billowed in the wind and rain.

Besides the eroticism, the exposed area of ​​the cervix also contained a wriggling subcutaneous tumor.

Upon arriving here, the [Divine Seed] is becoming increasingly restless.

As she gazed at the approaching Shimizu Myojin Shrine, her legs involuntarily led her inside.

The ancient, deep yellow door, engraved with faded divine patterns, slowly opened, revealing an elderly man in a thick priest's robe standing by the door in service.

"Beautiful lady, welcome."

His face was withered, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Although they adopted a serving posture, they subtly conveyed an air of superiority.

"They're all a bunch of nourishment, hahahahaha."

Shinji suppressed his inner elation and outwardly remained solemn as he welcomed everyone's arrival.

One must not lose face
Inside the main hall of the shrine, countless faded statues of gods had black blood seeping from their eye sockets.

A young shrine maiden dressed in a white kimono mechanically strikes the Kagura bell.

Each ring of the bell intensified the convulsions of the kneeling crowd.

It was like a death knell tolling.

The middle-aged man in the front row suddenly ripped his suit, and scarlet tentacles involuntarily sprouted from his back.

His divine seed has matured.

Time passed second by second, but the rain did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it grew heavier with each rumble of thunder.

Every guest who enters the temple will be greeted with a warm greeting by bowing their head and putting their hands together in prayer.

"Everyone's here, let's begin."

Shinji rubbed his ribs and silently recited scriptures to suppress the restless fear within him.

He is the new master of [Fear] after [Fearful Shadow Devourer - Ji Chengkong].

Today, I will crown myself here.

Just as I was about to close the door, another figure stepped in through the wind and rain.

The new temple stopped closing its doors, and with a smile, he pretended to scold:

"Sir, you've come at just the right time."

The torrential rain wove a colorless curtain behind the newcomer, and Luo Guanyun slowly removed the straw hat from his head.

After giving a few perfunctory replies, I stepped inside as well.

"This shrine is quite sturdy." Meanwhile, in the capital of the island nation.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, Fang Jianxing sat facing the white-haired girl.

The divine seed within the girl trembled slightly, sensing Fang Jianxing's worry.

He said calmly:

“Mirror, your seed-planting is excellent. Leave tonight’s matters to Shinji. This is an island nation, so there’s no need to worry.”

Fang Jianxing buried his emotions deep inside, but still wore a slight smile on his face.

"I've been feeling restless lately, but I'm probably overthinking it."

"Get some rest. You have to go to Tiancheng Airport early tomorrow morning to receive the envoy from the Demon Summoning Palace."

Lord Shuten-dōji has been asleep for a long time; hopefully, they can awaken him and bring him back to the world of mortals.

Fang Jianxing was stunned for a moment, then slowly said:
"I understand. I'll take my leave now."

"Go."

After saying that, Fang Jianxing left the courtyard.

The girl had reached her limit in cultivation, and with no hope for the future, she could only place her hopes on the so-called "gods".

But he was different; Fang Jianxing had his own plans.

"Thunder Seed."

The collaboration between the Parasite Society and the Summoning Temple was not important to him.

The important thing is how to profit from it.
Inside the Shimizu Myojin Shrine.

Luo Guanyun mingled among the crowd and, like the others, sat on the ground.

Looking up at the strange statues on either side of him, he had a premonition of what was about to happen.

But there was nothing they could do.

Some time ago, Luo Guanyun conducted in-depth research on the demonic seed inside the izakaya owner's body.

During the live experiments, he was surprised to discover that there was a fundamental difference between the Demon Seed and his own Thunder Seed.

After he separated the demonic seed from the host's spiritual platform, he clearly felt the thunder seed's strong desire to devour the demonic seed.

He struggled to suppress the urge and still tried to re-implant the demon seed into the other person's body.

By manipulating the energy of the Thunder Seed, he attempted to rebuild the connection between the Demon Seed and the host's body, but all his efforts ultimately failed.

Experiments have shown that the Thunder Seed always attempts to devour the Demon Seed in a suppressive manner, making it impossible to achieve secondary [planting].

At this moment, Luo Guanyun finally realized that he was missing the most crucial means of control—the coordination of a certain specific demonic technique.

As the subject's breath grew weaker and weaker, the researcher ultimately had no choice but to give up trying to save him.

Left with no other choice, he tearfully absorbed the demon seed completely.

After all, the land has given all its nutrients to the crops, and the moment they are pulled up...

Over-fertilized land is no longer needed.

Coming to my senses, I saw the old man standing in mid-air on the altar.

Inside the shrine, amidst the torrential rain, Shinji's withered figure floats above the altar, his priest's robes fluttering in the storm.

He looked down at the convulsing crowd in the hall, his cloudy pupils churning with an air of superiority that starkly contrasted with his respectful tone:
"I, on behalf of the true God, lead you back to the Kingdom of Heaven."

Countless dark red veins burst forth from the altar of the new temple, enveloping the entire area with a suffocating pressure of fear.

The kneeling man in the suit suddenly let out a non-human howl, and the scarlet tentacles that pierced his back severed the witch in half.

The crisp sound of Kagura's bell falling to the ground was drowned out by the thunder and rain.

As Shinji's withered, claw-like right hand swung down, an invisible scythe began to reap the harvest.

The kneeling crowd leaned back in unison, and the writhing tumor at the center of their minds burst forth.

Like the eye sockets of countless statues of gods, black blood flowed down and back to the sky.

The stripped-off demonic seeds intertwined into blood-red ears of rice in the torrential rain, only to be swept into the air by an invisible scythe.

At the instant the thunder roared, Luo Guanyun, who was mixed in with the crowd, gripped the edge of his straw hat tightly.

He clearly sensed the greedy restlessness of the lightning seed in his mind towards the sky full of blood spikes, but ultimately lowered his eyes.

The copper bells in the four corners trembled wildly in the wind and rain, as if tolling a funeral dirge for the withered corpses scattered on the ground.

——Boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the rain poured down harder and harder.
Luo Guanyun remained silent; he couldn't salvage the situation.

Because from the moment they became crops, their fate was already sealed.

At this moment, Shinji shed his disguise, stood horizontally in mid-air, and laughed wildly.

At this moment, he finally transformed from a pawn to a player.

Starting tonight, I will officially ascend to the seat of [Fear].

Just as he was reveling in his moment, a question inexplicably arose from the dark, overcast rain:
"Old man, killing you is enough to avenge them, isn't it?"

Shinji's pupils constricted sharply; he had clearly examined all those who entered and found that they all had the [seed] implanted in their bodies.

He secretly wondered:
"Could it be one of the seated guests present?"

His gaze swept over the only figure standing beneath the altar, and he suppressed his surprise and doubt as he tentatively asked:

"Could it be that a certain esteemed person has come in person?"

Luo Guanyun casually took off his soaked bamboo hat, letting the downpour wash over his face.

Just as he looked up, a bolt of lightning exploded in the clouds, illuminating his eyes that held hidden thunder.

Shinji stared at the other's body, which showed no trace of divine power, and cold sweat mixed with rainwater slid down his neck.

But he still managed a stiff smile and said:

"I wonder what kind of joke you are making?"

The next moment!
In the instant the thunder roared, two golden and white lightning bolts pierced down from the sky.

Shinji was powerless to resist; his body was struck down by lightning and pinned to the ground, unable to move an inch.

Sparks flew from the priest's robe amidst the soot. He struggled to lift his head and met Luo Guanyun's fierce eyes.

"I have something to ask you, so you'd better be honest."

Luo Guanyun's stern shout was interrupted by the suddenly distorted incantation.

Black blood gushed from Xinsi's seven orifices, and countless thorn-like dark red tentacles suddenly sprouted from his chest and spiritual center.

At that moment, the blood-red particles scattered in the downpour suddenly froze, about to surge into the old man's palm.

- Om!

The entire shrine trembled and emitted a mournful sound!

The blood-red torrent that was originally heading towards the new temple took a bizarre turn in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)