Danzun War God

Chapter Fifty-Five: Taking Action

Tang Siyu pointed to the Scripture Pavilion and said, "Look, this is our Scripture Pavilion. You should know that the first floor contains the Demon Cultivation Techniques. For us demon cultivators, once we become demons, our descendants will be demons for generations. We are born with the cultivation level of the Breaking Core Realm, which can be considered our talent. Any one of these techniques can allow us to reach the Saint Infant Realm within one to two years."

Han Qi nodded as if he understood, thinking that this girl was quite cute when she got serious. He then asked, "She reached the Saint Infant Realm in one to two years. That's so fast. At this rate, wouldn't reaching the Divine Transformation Realm be just around the corner?"

"Heh, no, that's not it. The biggest drawback of our demonic cultivator clan is this: the Saint Infant Realm is our watershed. Many people reach the late Saint Infant Realm early on, but they only reach the Saint Infant Realm until they die. In other words, our cultivation after the Saint Infant Realm depends on our own aptitude. However, even people with superior aptitude will take a long time to enter the King Realm. As for the Eternal Life Realm and the Divine Transformation Realm, they are even more difficult to reach." Tang Siyu said, turning around and entering the Scripture Pavilion.

Han Qi reached the entrance but couldn't take another step. He looked at Tang Siyu with a helpless expression, but the girl hadn't realized that Han Qi couldn't enter the Sutra Repository at all. She continued talking to herself, and after a long time without anyone responding, she turned around and saw Han Qi standing at the entrance, waving at her with all her might. Only then did Tang Siyu realize that Han Qi couldn't enter the Sutra Repository at all.

He then jumped out, laughing awkwardly, and said, "I forgot you're not yet a formal disciple of our God and Demon Palace. But you already know the way, so you can come and find the Heart Sutra to cultivate on your own in the future. With your talent, I believe you'll break through to the King Realm soon."

Han Qi nodded silently, and then the two walked around the Sutra Repository. Only then did Han Qi discover that there was another hall inside, with three large, blood-red characters in the center of the larger hall: Alchemy Hall.

Tang Siyu pointed with her chin at the Alchemy Hall and said, "See this? This is the core area of ​​our Divine Demon Hall. The pills we use for cultivation all come from here. Several senior elders guard this place. Outer hall disciples are not qualified to enter. Those who come here are the personal disciples of the three hall masters. You can't go in today either. Just look around here for now."

After Tang Siyu finished speaking, she and Han Qi prepared to walk back, but suddenly stopped and said to Han Qi, "Wait here for a moment, I'm going to the Alchemy Hall to get my pills." Then she walked towards the Alchemy Hall.

Han Qi waited in front of the alchemy hall for a long time, but Tang Siyu still didn't come out, so he slowly walked back by himself.

"Isn't this the talented kid? He's not a disciple of our Divine Demon Palace, so how could he be here?" A voice came from behind Han Qi.

Han Qi quickly turned around and found four disciples of the Divine Demon Palace walking towards him. Judging from the sly smiles on their faces, Han Qi guessed that they were probably disciples of the Second Palace Master. He figured he was in for trouble. He just stared at them expressionlessly, his eyes full of disdain.

One of them, an older man with a red mustache and a face full of fat, was looking at Han Qi with a sidelong glance and said with a sneer, "Tsk tsk, not bad, you've reached the sixth level of the Saint Infant Realm. Let me tell you, when I was your age, I was already a King Realm expert. What kind of bullshit talent do you have? It's not all that great."

Then the group burst into mocking laughter.

Han Qi said coldly, "Heh, I saw it coming long ago. I'm terrified of your thousand-year-old king cultivation." As he spoke, he crossed his arms and glanced sideways at the arrogant Eighth Master, clearly mocking the Eighth Master's poor talent.

The Eighth Master was instantly enraged. He never expected that Han Qi would completely disregard him. He immediately flew into a rage and said, "Since you're not convinced, then your Eighth Master will teach you a lesson today and show you some manners. You have no right to run wild in this God and Demon Palace."

Han Qi glanced at them and saw that all four were at the King Realm. According to what Tang Siyu had said before, demonic cultivators who reached the King Realm were not ordinary people. Han Qi had not had time to improve his cultivation in the past period of time, but he took this opportunity to test how deep these people's water was.

He then said, "Eighth Master, right? I hope you don't become a bastard. If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one fight."

Eighth Master waved his hand and said, "No matter what happens later, don't worry about it. Let Eighth Master have a good chat with this genius from the God and Demon Palace."

Upon hearing this, the other three naturally stepped aside, looking smug. Han Qi was overestimating himself and asking for trouble.

Han Qi directly activated the Fire Spirit Pearl in his Life Palace. A thin golden thread that was originally connected to Han Qi's meridians instantly grew larger, becoming several times thicker than before. This was the first time Han Qi had unleashed such a large amount of Fire Spirit Pearl energy since obtaining it. This was naturally due to the nurturing effect of Han Qi's Life Palace on the Fire Spirit Pearl, which made the Fire Spirit Pearl and Han Qi's Saint-level Profound Meridian work together more and more harmoniously.

Eighth Master clenched his fists, with a light blue aura of profound energy swirling around them. Coupled with his solid muscles, it was clear that he was a body cultivator, and this was going to be a contest of physical strength.

Immediately afterward, a figure flashed and rushed directly in front of Han Qi, throwing a punch. Han Qi was surprised by the speed of the movement. The cultivation of a King Realm expert was indeed not to be underestimated. He then used the Wind Chasing Step of the Misty Steps, taking three steps in succession to barely dodge the Eighth Master's punch. Han Qi roughly estimated that the Eighth Master's punch had at least four or five thousand catties of force, because the punch hit the three people watching from two zhang away. The three people were also forced back several steps, almost falling flat on their faces.

By this time, many disciples of the Divine Demon Palace had arrived upon hearing the commotion. Many hoped that Han Qi would teach this disciple of the Second Palace Master a lesson, as he was called "Eighth Brother" or "Eighth Master" by his followers because of his distinctive mustache. Of course, many others wanted to see Han Qi make a fool of himself, after all, this was a person of extraordinary talent, described by Elder Blue Demon as someone with a talent that had appeared only once in nearly a century. They wanted to see how he would be dealt with by someone of average talent.

However, after just one move, Han Qi's performance shocked everyone. He was a level below Eighth Master, yet he managed to dodge Eighth Master's fatal blow.

Even Eighth Master himself was taken aback. He was renowned in the Divine Demon Palace for his combined strength and speed, yet Han Qi, who was a realm below him, had dodged his attack. He immediately felt embarrassed and quickly gathered his energy to launch another attack.

Suddenly, Eighth Master felt a powerful fist strike from behind. He didn't have time to think and tried to dodge, but he never expected that Han Qi's fist had already hit his right shoulder. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. Then, Han Qi used the Swift Wind Step of the Misty Steps to rush to Eighth Master before he landed and kicked him hard in the chest. Eighth Master crashed through several trees on the roadside and fell to the ground.

His left hand was supporting him on the ground, his right arm dangling at his side. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood and then fainted.

The onlookers were stunned, their mouths agape as Han Qi's punch sent Eighth Master flying like a fireball. Han Qi's profound energy was actually imbued with fire—truly unheard of and unseen before.

Many people felt a sense of satisfaction. This Eighth Master had been arrogant in the God and Demon Palace for many years, and almost no one dared to provoke him. Unexpectedly, he was knocked unconscious by Han Qi with just one punch and one kick. They couldn't help but admire Han Qi's methods.

Those who had come to laugh at Han Qi also shut up and began to change their opinions. Talent is talent; even with a difference of one realm, he could still win so easily.

At this moment, the three men who came with Master Ba were also stunned, and the sly smiles on their faces turned into fear and anger.

One of them said fiercely, "You dare to hit even Eighth Master? You're asking for trouble. Let's all go at him and see how many heads he has."

At this moment, Eighth Master's henchmen, who had rushed over from afar upon hearing the news, surrounded Han Qi. Other onlookers quickly retreated, fearing that the ensuing fight would affect them.

Han Qi surveyed the crowd with unwavering composure. As expected of a war god who had witnessed countless battles, he showed no fear in the face of over a dozen opponents. This was the confidence of a war god from his past life—even in defeat, morale would never falter. Han Qi hadn't expected such explosive power. After a moment's thought, he realized that in the illusion, he had been cornered by two demons, one using "Ten Thousand Swords Slash" and the other "Thousand Pound Break," and after losing consciousness, his body had undergone a transformation. This was what they called "rising from the ashes." Understanding this, a faint smile appeared on Han Qi's lips.

These ten people looked at the calm and composed Han Qi and the unconscious Eighth Master in the distance, and their hearts pounded with apprehension. It was rumored that Han Qi was exceptionally talented, and he was no ordinary person, so none of them dared to make a move rashly.

"Stop!" Tang Siyu flew to Han Qi's side in a flash, shielding him behind her, and said sternly, "Are you trying to cause trouble? So many people are bullying a new disciple, aren't you ashamed?"

As Tang Siyu spoke, she glanced at the scene out of the corner of her eye. Soon she noticed Eighth Master lying next to several large trees that had been cut in half. Then she looked at Han Qi, who was unharmed, and knew that Han Qi had not suffered any losses. Only then did she feel relieved.

When everyone saw Tang Siyu arrive and protect Han Qi, they naturally withdrew their formation. On the one hand, it was to protect themselves, since they didn't know how deep Han Qi's water was, and on the other hand, it was to give Tang Siyu face, so it wasn't a loss.

He then said, "Since Junior Sister Siyu is pleading for you, let's give her face. You better watch out in the future, kid. Let's go." Then the group hurriedly carried Eighth Master away.

Tang Siyu said fiercely, "These people really need to be taught a lesson. Who's pleading for them? They're shameless." Then she asked Han Qi, "Are you alright?"

Han Qi nodded to indicate that everything was alright, and then asked, "Who is this Eighth Master?"

Tang Siyu was also a little incredulous that Han Qi had injured Eighth Master. Eighth Master was a notoriously difficult person under the Second Master, a powerful and fast-moving individual, so she couldn't help but look at Han Qi differently.