Qi Ze had expected that after revealing his identity, he would face another round of manhunts from the entire cultivation world, but he hadn't anticipated that after walking for half a day, he would only encounter a dozen or so wandering cultivators, not a single disciple from the major sects. These people were tightly entangled by Ball-Ball's tentacles. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't break free, cursing, "Fucking hell, what kind of beast is this? It's not afraid of our magic powers?"
Ball-Ball lay beside Qi Ze, its belly rumbling.
"Wait a bit longer. I'll ask them a few questions first." Qi Ze patted Ball-Ball, his voice filled with affection. Back then, Dr. Kulun left behind numerous medical records, among which was the method for synthesizing the T-virus. Qi Ze had asked Old Master Yan for it, under the pretense of 'eliminating potential hazards.' In reality, he had secretly cultivated it, only with great difficulty allowing Ball-Ball and Yan Junyu to evolve their Demon Resistant Bodies.
Cultivators on the Qianyuan Continent primarily practiced Daoist arts. How could they not be at a disadvantage against Ball-Ball? Unless a couple of sword cultivators came along, they might inflict some harm on Ball-Ball. But if they accidentally cut off its tentacles or flesh, the problems would only grow worse. In other words, with Ball-Ball around to act as his bodyguard, Qi Ze didn't have to worry about anything, he could just swagger along his path.
"Qi Ze, your Supreme Divine Creation Sect indeed has a connection with the demon realm! You've actually raised this kind of demon beast!" one of the bound cultivators, with a bold face but a timid heart, cursed.
"Quiet!" Qi Ze slapped him hard, asking, "Why have I only encountered you few insignificant creatures on my way? Where are the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Beasts Mastery Sect, and Limitless Sect?"
Back in the day, these three sects were the main force in the hunt for him. From outer sect disciples to inner sect elders, all coveted his flesh and blood. But now, after walking for hundreds of miles, he hadn't seen a single familiar face.
"Do you still think there are too few people trying to kill you?" one of the cultivators sneered.
"Answer my questions. Are you going to speak or not?" Qi Ze was rather impatient.
The few of them glanced at him, their expressions contemptuous.
"Very well, since you're not willing to talk, keeping you around has no use." Qi Ze took out a syringe and a small medicine bottle from his Qiankun Bag. He slowly said, "This is a special muscle-softening concoction I've mixed. After injecting it into your body, it'll paralyze your nerves, leaving you with no sense of pain. I'm a kind-hearted person and don't want to create any more bloodshed. I didn't plan on doing much to you, I only intended to extract your spirit roots and spirit bones, and then let you return."
Finally, several cultivators showed expressions of fear.
Qi Ze injected the concocted medicine into one of the cultivators. After the man went limp, he ordered Ball-Ball to release its tentacles, stripped the man naked, and cut open his flesh, extracting his spirit root and spirit bones, placing them in an earthen jar. The process of disembowelment was originally extremely bloody and painful, but the man felt nothing, unable to even cry out. His eyes were wide open, the corners of his eyes split, revealing the extent of his inner shock.
After the operation, Qi Ze applied a viscous liquid to the wound, and said softly, "Alright, you can go now. I've said before that I'm a kind-hearted person. It's always best not to kill if you don't have to."
As soon as the effects of the medicine wore off, the man suddenly stood up, clutching his dantian, and screamed manically, "My nascent soul is gone! The nascent soul I've cultivated for hundreds of years is gone? Qi Ze, I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at Qi Ze like a madman, but was kicked away by the skinny teenager. Without his spirit root and spirit bones, he was now just an ordinary person. In this cultivation world, even a child in the initial Qi Refinement stage could easily kill him.
He understood this truth. Seeing that he couldn't beat Qi Ze, he fled in a panic. To snatch resources, which cultivator hadn't made a few enemies? Once his enemies received the news, he would die even more miserably. It was better to find a place to hide quickly.
While Qi Ze was washing the surgical knife, he spoke with a half-laugh, "I'm a very fair person. I treat others as they treat me. You made me live like a stray dog, so I'll make you taste the same bitterness."
From mighty cultivators to people whose lives were as cheap as grass, this method of retribution was undoubtedly the cruelest. These few people, who had previously felt no fear of Qi Ze, now finally understood what kind of ruthless demon they had provoked. They hurriedly begged for mercy, "Young Master Qi, please have mercy and spare us! Don't you want to know where the disciples of the major sects are? We'll tell you everything! Someone, a senior demon, broke open a gap in the barrier between the demon and cultivation realms. Many demons took the opportunity to enter the cultivation world to wreak havoc. All the major sects' disciples have been dispatched to resist the demon invasion. They probably won't have time to deal with you for now."
After one person finished speaking, another continued, afraid that if they didn't fully report everything, they might have their spirit roots and spirit bones extracted. "The demon realm's resources are scarce and the environment is harsh. Any demon that can survive and cultivate to a high level in such a place can easily sweep away cultivators of the same realm. The two sides met, and the major sects were crushed, retreating step by step. Ultimately, the four major sects of the demon realm entered the cultivation world. On your way here, you had no time to think of other things, so you probably didn't know that the cultivation world and the demon realm have now merged into one. The barrier no longer exists!"
"Yes, in the demon realm, there is a sect named the Thousand Corpses Demon Swamp. They are the cruelest. They kill any cultivator they see, even gathering the corpses on the battlefield to turn them into blood water. They forcibly refined a lake at the junction of the two worlds into a blood pool, established a Daoist altar, and formally entered the cultivation world. After the Thousand Corpses Demon Swamp, another three demon sects aggressively invaded inland, but due to a lack of resources, they only targeted the major sects and sects to rob, kill, and burn. They are truly evil!"
"Therefore, major sects like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, with their rich heritage, are now preoccupied and can't spare any effort to capture you," the people said. The more they spoke, the more they felt sorrow for their own future.
The cultivation world of the Qianyuan Continent also has a distinction between good and evil. The well-known major sects have always been ashamed to be associated with deviant cultivators. But now, they finally understood that the cultivators they once considered deviant could only be described as "innocent" compared to the true demon realm people.
After hearing the people's narrative, Qi Ze couldn't help but wipe his face. It was obvious that the senior demon who tore the barrier was undoubtedly his lover. This person, after years of training, had become more direct in his methods. When he struck, he didn't hold back; when he did, he obliterated everything. This time, there was bound to be a great war between the cultivation world and the demon realm. His former relentless pursuers must now be occupied.
But this was only temporary. The demons had come with a strong force, while the cultivation world had enjoyed years of peace. Their combat strength was definitely not up to par with the other side. If they wanted to survive the great war, improving their cultivation was absolutely the top priority. Once they came to their senses, they would only become more eager for him. Cultivators and demons would swarm over, fighting for him.
"Fun." Thinking about this, Qi Ze actually clapped his hands and chuckled, with a happy expression.
"Where did the senior demon who tore the barrier go? Do you have any information?" he continued to ask.
One person answered, "I don't know. Both sides are looking for him now. The heads of the ten major sects have reached an agreement, determined to join forces to kill him; the four demon sects consider him their Demon Lord, they want to find him to take charge of the situation. Once both sides are done integrating, a great war is imminent."
Qi Ze secretly admired his lover's ability to cause chaos. In just one day, he had turned the Qianyuan Continent upside down. He had to properly reward him when they met. After gathering information, he proceeded to extract the spirit roots and spirit bones of the few people, then let them go.
They hated him to the extreme but couldn't do anything about it. They could only accept their misfortune. Later, more wandering cultivators fell into his hands. They all had their roots and bones crippled. Over time, no one dared to follow him anymore.
Meanwhile, No. 1 also flew to the junction of the demon and cultivation realms, discovering that the aura of the Great Father had just passed by. It quickly changed direction to pursue him, stopping at an inn on the way.
As a major sect, they naturally shouldered the responsibility of guarding the cultivation world. Therefore, the major sect's disciples who once pursued Qi Ze with great fanfare were now all gathered at the boundary of both worlds, and the business of inns and hotels flourished. No. 1 firmly believed it was a human being, needing to eat, drink, and sleep. It couldn't just randomly find a place to sleep; it had to stay at an inn. So, it handed the innkeeper two medium-grade spirit stones, booked a top room, and rested in the hall.
Many cultivators had already noticed it but didn't have any wicked intentions. Such puppet dolls were already commonplace in the cultivation world. Most of those released alone were toys to amuse children at home, not worth much. However, when No. 1 took out a fist-sized high-grade spirit stone and started chewing on it, their gazes changed.
"Where are you from?" a cultivator approached and asked, but his eyes were locked on the Qiankun Bag tied around No. 1's waist.
No. 1 tilted its little head, answering honestly, "I'm from Qi Ze and Yan Junyu's house." Based on past experiences, as long as it mentioned the names of the Great Father and Second Father, the person trying to chat would leave.
"Qi Ze? The young patriarch of the Supreme Divine Creation Sect?" the cultivator's eyes gleamed with greed.
No. 1 had a facial expression recognition program and immediately stood up from the table, firmly saying, "Do you want to kill my Second Father? Are you my Second Father's enemy?"
"If your Second Father is Qi Ze, then I can tell you the truth. Everyone here is his enemy. No one wants him to live," the cultivator looked down on this puppet doll. Looking at its craftsmanship, it could be no cruder, square head, square arms, square legs, not even resembling a human. It was probably just Qi Ze's practice work when he was young, which escaped after the destruction of his sect. Capturing it to earn a few high-grade spirit stones would be good. To think that even the Supreme Divine Creation Sect was so rich, even a puppet doll for amusement carried so many spirit stones with it.
As this person was pondering, they saw No. 1 raise its little fist and point at him, saying word for word, "The enemy of my Second Father is also the enemy of the God of Thunder. Please die." As soon as the words were out, a streak of blue light pierced through the man's head, shattering his nascent soul.
The inn hall fell silent. Before the cultivators could react, No. 1 had already flown into the air, opening the magnetic storm pulse cannon, and waved obediently, "Goodbye." Countless bolts of blue light burst out, killing all the cultivators in the inn cleanly, from the youngest child in the Foundation Establishment stage to the most skilled expert in the Soul Transcendence stage, none escaped.