Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 22 Making a grand appearance
Although there was a lovely girl like Wang Chengyan in front of him, Wang Yi's attention was already on the laptop that the demonic cultivator had invaded.

"Why don't we take the computer with us? We can play some music then—" Wang Yi racked his brains trying to figure out how to take the computer out of Wang Chengyan's room.

Wang Chengyan: "Don't we have cell phones to listen to music?"

Yeah! Damn, my attention was completely on that black thread, I forgot about this!
"I'll give it to you later!" Wang Chengyan returned to the door with the chilled beer and snacks. "Here you go."

Wang Yi obediently took the item and stepped back to avoid the front armor that Wang Chengyan was charging at him—actually, he was mainly trying to avoid the black line, as he didn't know if he would have any problems if he touched that thing.

The black line was much thinner than when the music was playing before. Wang Yi guessed that the problem was mainly with the music, and that the demonic cultivator might have left something on Wang Chengyan through the music.

Oh no, I have no idea what the demonic cultivator left behind, nor do I know how to remove these black lines.

While struggling with his thoughts, he followed Wang Chengyan onto the rooftop, completely unaware that his eyes were fixed on Wang Chengyan's buttocks.

Elsa: "Oh, your attention's on the bottom today? Your interests change pretty quickly."

Wang Yi then quickly raised his eyes.

Wang Chengyan unlatched the rooftop door, stepped outside, and stretched at the starry sky: "It's much more relaxing up here!"

Wang Yi immediately used his new senses to detect the drone emanating a faint spiritual aura in the sky.

Now that we're right under the noses of the Judgment Division, it would be best if the Judgment Division's cultivators discovered the problem and took action against the demonic cultivator. Although we've lost the opportunity to further utilize the cheat ability, it has solved a lot of trouble at once.

However, nothing happened.

You can only rely on yourself.

However, apart from his extraordinary perception, Wang Yi hasn't even scratched the surface of anything else. It seems that apart from asking around about the friend who sent the video to Wang Chengyan, he can't do anything else.

So Wang Yi asked, "Sister Ayan, does your friend live nearby?"

"No, she seems to be more focused on quality of life, and she shares a large apartment with her other girlfriends."

Pursuing a quality of life—Wang Yi thought of the messy state of Wang Chengyan's room, which didn't seem like someone who would pursue a quality of life.

Wang Chengyan: "I also value quality of life!"

"Huh? I haven't said anything yet!" Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Chengyan: "Hmph, I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at you!"

Elsa nodded in agreement: "Indeed, you're quite easy to understand."

Wang Yi: "Then guess what I'm thinking right now?"

Wang Chengyan grinned mischievously and pulled up a corner of his T-shirt to reveal the skin around his stomach.

“You need to…” Wang Yigang began.

Wang Chengyan said loudly, "You're scared right now! You don't know what to do! But you also want to see! Am I right?"

You cheated!

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While Wang Yi was interacting with the older sister, Boss Qian summarized the diary he had just seen, compressed it into a 1kb file, put it into a USB drive, and took the USB drive downstairs.

Sending a message to Boss Qian in Fengdu, the realm of hungry ghosts, is very simple. Just make good use of the vast network and send the message from the unknown source. The network itself is a receiving "array".

However, sending a message from inside the Nine Cauldrons Barrier to the Hungry Ghost Realm is much more complicated, requiring an array, a medium, and a small amount of offerings.

It can be said that when Qian sent the message to Fengdu, it was the most dangerous time for him and the time when he was most likely to be exposed.

On the first floor of the small building rented by "General Qian" there is a shrine—such shrines are very common in rural areas of eastern Guangdong, and there are often offerings in front of the shrine.

Some elderly people in eastern Guangdong who are particular about their lifestyle will also hold a monthly worship ceremony for the memorial tablet of Shi Dakai enshrined at their door, burning some paper money and such.

This is also why Mr. Qian chose to locate the "base" in a rural area on the outskirts of the city.

He approached the shrine, placed the USB drive containing the information into the statue's hand, and took out brand-new incense and candles and an unopened bottle of Jiujiang Shuangzheng liquor from the cabinet next to the shrine.

Incense and candles are lit and placed in the burners, the small bottle of wine is opened—

Soon, Mr. Qian completed the ceremony and saw the spiritual energy gathered on the USB drive disappear with a snap.

Hopefully, the powerful figures of Fengdu will be satisfied with this report—but that's probably impossible. Aside from revealing that Wang Yi is a virgin, there's nothing else in the information.

As for what Fengdu cares about most—how this guy survived from the monster that was transformed from a D-level cultivator—only heaven knows.

Mr. Qian picked up the USB drive, walked into the yard, and looked at the sky.

He didn't deploy any warning spells, mainly because such spells would only increase the chances of the righteous path discovering him. The best way to infiltrate within the Nine Cauldrons Barrier was to avoid using any spells unless absolutely necessary.

Mr. Qian didn't even bother to give his female anchors hints, which is why last month one of them betrayed him and defected to another MCN.

However, such defection also helps to hide oneself—it would be abnormal for an MCN not to have any female anchors defecting all year round, as it would attract the attention of the company's anti-cognitive interference department.

Mr. Qian looked up at the sky, comforted himself with this action, and then, clutching the USB drive, climbed to the fifth floor and returned to his lair.

Then he frowned.

Because he saw that the printer was actually glowing.

When a printer glows, it indicates that what it is printing contains spiritual energy, possibly some kind of magic.

Sending me something like this, are the big shots in Fengdu trying to kill me?

Before Mr. Qian could even voice his complaints, the luminescence ended.

A sheet of paper lies in the printer's output slot.

Qian always sensed that the things on it contained a spiritual energy.

He picked up the paper with trembling hands.

The image above has a note attached: Send this image to Wang Chengyan. It's a gift for my sister. I will help her train her apprentices well.

Mr. Qian let out a long sigh, his face scrunched up in a frown.

Qian Zong didn't know what kind of feelings that powerful demon had for her sister, but it was clear that the powerful demon wanted him, a mere demon cultivator on the roadside, dead.

The image might be sent to President Qian's face by the company's field agents before Wang Chengyan even sees it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Mr. Qian sat down at the computer and began writing a small program. Its function was to automatically send the image to Wang Chengyan when the time came, and immediately begin formatting the entire hard drive. It would also activate the ignition device that Mr. Qian had set up in the "base," turning the entire base into a sea of ​​fire and burning everything that could be burned.

Soon, Mr. Qian finished writing the little thing, stood up, opened the cabinet, and took out his "escape and survival kit".

After being fully equipped, General Manager Qian turned on the microphone on the table: "Attention everyone, proceed to the first floor for a meeting. Stop the live stream for a moment."

After he finished speaking, he turned off the microphone and took one last look at his little apartment.

Then he turned and went downstairs without turning off the lights. Anyway, it would all be a sea of ​​fire in an hour.

It's better if it turns into a sea of ​​fire, at least it will be more troublesome for the righteous agents to track it down. The real danger is that the righteous will teleport over before the fire gets too big.

Thinking this, Mr. Qian walked down the stairs and arrived at the conference room on the first floor.

The female anchors had already gone downstairs and gathered in the conference room. Standing on the podium, President Qian was treated to a literal feast for the eyes.

"Go and call the receptionist over too." He gestured.

One girl left immediately, and a dozen seconds later she came back in with another girl.

With so many girls gathered together, the entire conference room was completely silent. Even an experienced field cultivator would know something was wrong—well, even an experienced field cultivator would know something was wrong.

"Boss Qian" took one last look at the girls' faces and chests, then pulled out the Ten Soul Banner from his pocket.

Today is the day my natal magic weapon is upgraded to the Hundred Soul Banner!
To be honest, Mr. Qian didn't really want a promotion, since becoming stronger meant it would be easier for the company's field cultivators to find him.

From a humanitarian perspective, the weakest is the strongest, and remaining undetected is always the most reliable way to survive.

But the big shots up there—damn it!

With a gentle wave of the Ten Soul Banner, the female anchors who had been sitting upright and maintaining their composure in the conference room suddenly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Mr. Qian looked around nervously, mentally rehearsing his surrender words: "Look at this in my hand, it's just the Hundred Soul Banner! I've only killed 100 ordinary people in total, averaging a dozen or so a year, which is less than the number of madmen among mortals! Spare me!"

He mentally reviewed the situation several times, and only after confirming that no righteous cultivators had teleported over did he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he picked up the oil drum that was always kept in the conference room, opened the lid, and poured it on the girls.

Soon the entire room was filled with the pungent smell of evaporating gasoline.

—If there's a sudden short circuit and a spark, everything will be exposed prematurely.

Boss Qian carefully put away the newly upgraded Hundred Soul Banner and left his lair.

On the fifth floor of the old lair, the computer was still running, and the newly written plugin was faithfully counting down.

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The Hungry Ghost Realm, outside the Ten Kings of Hell, the lair of Fengdu, lies in the Nine Netherworld Blood Prison Mountain.

"So, what did you send over?" White Bone Yama asked the wolf demon in front of him.

The wolf demon chuckled, "A small gift can make my sister's adorable apprentice's girlfriend even more 'voluptuous'."

White Bone Yama: "Does it mean someone so voluptuous that they drive people mad at first sight—?"

"How could that be? I'm really talking about being voluptuous. She'll become even more beautiful, but because she's been corrupted by a high-level demonic cultivator like me, Jiuding will definitely 'deal with' her. It will let that little brother see the unreasonable side of Jiuding." The wolf demon subconsciously licked her paws. Being born without intelligence but later cultivating, she would retain some instincts.

Her younger sister was born with intelligence and therefore did not lick her paws.

Wolf Demon: "To achieve this goal, we must ensure that Wang Chengyan looks no different from an ordinary person. My talisman mainly focuses on this aspect."

“You are as cunning as that nine-tailed fox who lives in the animal realm.”

"It's normal. Although I'm a wolf and she's a fox, we're both canines."

White Bone Yama: "I don't understand any of the mortals' taxonomy. Your sister is clearly not good at spellcasting, but after you took her demon core, she became good at magic. Something must be wrong."

Wolf Demon: "Perhaps it's because I refined a cultivator who was skilled in quantum physics."

It's becoming increasingly common on the righteous path to have people who are both scientists or engineers and monks.

Just at this moment, a cold wind blew by.

The two people who were chatting immediately fell silent, their faces serious and solemn.

A voice drifted on the cold wind: "Mo Hongling, you may have lost one of our most trusted lieutenants who has been undercover for a long time! He is highly skilled in spreading pollution!"

"You'd better have a reasonable explanation."

Mo Hongling—Elsa's older sister—bowed towards the direction of the voice: "Lord Guiche Hou, don't you want to see my sister fall into depravity? Even without her demon core, she would still be a capable subordinate of yours—"

Before Guichehou could respond, a sinister taunt drifted over from the side: "Especially after you two are merged together."

“Lord Peeling Face,” Guiche Hou responded in a deep voice, “shouldn’t you pay your respects to me before coming to visit? After all, I am—what’s the righteous path called now? Department Head?”

Mo Hongling: "Department Manager".

"That's the word."

A sinister laugh came from the masked man: "Hehehe, of course I'll pay you a visit. I've come to talk about the failed invasion. It seems the Ghost King thinks there was a problem with the seeds I planted, which prevented you from quickly breaking through the Nine Cauldrons' defenses."

"You suspect that I'm the one who slandered you?" Guiche Hou sneered.

At this point, the White Bone Yama smoothed things over: "Actually, the key is synchronization. I was indeed not discovered by the Imperial Observatory. If Mo Hongling's sister hadn't happened to be there, we might have succeeded."

Peeling Face: "That's right, that's right, that's more like it."

"Success?" Guiche Hou sneered. "Even after getting this close to the Nine Cauldrons, I wasn't confident I could destroy them. Are you getting cocky just because your cultivation has improved a little? But if I were to refine you, perhaps—"

White Bone Yama quickly lowered his head: "I misspoke."

Mo Hongling quietly retreated and spat out her sister's demon core, holding it in her hand.

There is never any trust among demonic cultivators; betrayal is commonplace.

Those demonic cultivators who grew tired of this might even make a deal with the Imperial Observatory to find a cave dwelling in the human dimension to retire in.

Of course, most demonic cultivators don't last long enough to get tired of these things. Those who do are usually incredibly strong, and most are a bit insane. The Imperial Observatory is willing to give them some face.

And the demonic cultivators who haven't grown tired of it might strike at any moment and instantly refine their fellow cultivators.

As for now, neither Guichehou nor Bomiansheng, the two original forms, have arrived, so they shouldn't be fighting, right?

The man changed the subject: "Speaking of which, didn't you release something? Why haven't we seen any results yet?"

Gui Chehou: "That bastard must be up to something. He won't willingly carry out this suicide mission. Anyway, we can't go into the Nine Cauldrons Barrier to capture him ourselves."

Peeling Face: "Have you figured out how that new cultivator survived?"

“No.” Gui Chehou paused, “But if Mo Xiaomei has really fallen, it’s not too late to ask her directly.”

Mo Hongling: "Her name is Elsa now, and she is a wolf-orc from Akaland."

Peeling his mask: "What kind of place is Akaland?"

"Maybe it's the grassland in my heart or something," Mo Hongling said, puzzled.

(End of this chapter)