I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 200 The Master is So Dark (66)

"What's so difficult about that! You old codger are really cunning. You didn't dare to show your true form before, so why did you dare this time? That's why I was certain that your true form wasn't the one in front of me, and I was right."

Seeing the actor's shocked expression, Chen Yu smiled.

This is a lie!

Unless you've read the script, no matter how smart you are, you wouldn't know that the other party's true form is hidden in this sedan chair.

However, the other party can use paper dolls to deceive people, and Liu Qing can also use his Heavenly Eye to see the flow of the other party's magic power.

From the moment the other party appeared, the actor outside was just an empty shell; all the source of his magic was in the sedan chair in front of him. It was easy to guess where the other party's true identity was.

Interestingly, although the opponent's true form was reduced to ashes, the source of their magic power changed.

The source of the magic shifted to a distant corner, where the other party seemed to have activated the substitute death ability on the paper doll, causing his real body to be swapped with the paper doll.

However, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator probably doesn't have many such substitute death artifacts. How long can you last?

Ignoring the still-shocked actor, Chen Yu strode forward, past the bewildered actor, and rushed towards the distant cave.

The hallucination was still lingering, and the surroundings remained cold and desolate, but the little hamster's voice echoed through the snow and ice, guiding Chen Yu in the right direction.

"At this speed, go forward for five kilometers... no, we're running! Three kilometers at one o'clock... getting closer! Turn around, throw a punch!"

Hearing the little hamster's voice, Chen Yu didn't hesitate and decisively threw a punch.

Chen Yu knew he had been hit when the punch landed!

A shattering sound rang out, and the surrounding ice and snow suddenly vanished. A man dressed in a gray Taoist robe knelt on the ground, continuously spitting out blood.

Beside him, two paper figures were smashed to pieces, showing how much he had sacrificed to resist Chen Yu's punch.

Looking at the Hercules in despair, he saw death and despair in him. A barrage of negative emotions overwhelmed him, shattering his Dao heart into dust.

He had only one paper figure left in his hand. If even this one were to be shattered, his physical body would also disintegrate, and his remaining primordial spirit would become a highly coveted tonic for other demonic cultivators.

Rather than falling into the hands of other demonic cultivators, it's better to surrender now; at most, you'll be imprisoned for a hundred years.

He raised his hand and shouted at the powerful man in front of him, "I confess! Don't kill me, I'll tell you everything!"

Inside the cockpit, Chen Yu looked at the dejected Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator in front of him and shouted happily, "What did you say? I can't hear you."

"I surrender!"

"I can't hear him! Oh dear, Hercules' voice system is really malfunctioning. I can't hear anything at all. Liu Qing, what do you think he's saying?"

Liu Qing glanced helplessly at Chen Yu and noticed that her friend was wearing a pure yet wicked smile.

Chen Yu, you say you're 52 in morality, but I feel like you're even less of a human being than when you were 20.

With a sigh, Liu Qing said, "I can't hear it either. They're probably saying, 'You bunch of little brats are doomed.'"

"I didn't say that!" the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator below cried out in despair.

His response was Chen Yu's fist.

After knocking his opponent up with a punch, Chen Yu said with a smile, "You're reporting me, aren't you? You're targeting me, aren't you?"

"I'm not targeting you! I just want to kidnap that sleeping little girl."

"Kidnapping, and a minor at that? You have the nerve to say that?" "Didn't you hear that?!"

Too lazy to pretend anymore, Chen Yu picked up the other person and punched him repeatedly.

After each punch, he would help the other person recover before continuing to punch.

While beating him, he also said, "Wow, impressive. A Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator coming to target us students, you're really something."

"You reported me, didn't you? You're the one who reported me, aren't you? If you're going to be a demonic cultivator, then be a demonic cultivator. Why did you have to report me? You deserve to be the only one listed on your household register."

"And are you really a Foundation Establishment cultivator? I don't think so. If you say you're a Foundation Establishment cultivator, then what am I?"

"This is really bad. I thought we could have a good game, but you collapsed early. This is really bad."

The Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator was beaten so badly he wanted to die.

Physical pain is one aspect; he has experienced similar pain before and can still endure it.

But every punch his opponent threw was accompanied by a blow to his primordial spirit. The verbal taunts were even more tangible, causing him to experience a constant shock to his primordial spirit.

High school students these days are terrifying!
At this moment, the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator finally regretted his actions.

I shouldn't have provoked this god of death!
A dozen minutes later, when Zhong Zheng met up with Teacher Zhao, realized something was wrong and rushed over, the demonic cultivator had been beaten to the point of being delirious, to the point that even "healing" could not cure him.

Beside the other person, Chen Yu was diligently taking notes:

[I didn't get enough of beating him this time, since it was my first time using the power of Wenchang Xingjun (the God of Literature), so I accidentally knocked him unconscious. Next time I need to be more careful, and it would be better to create a related, torturous dream.]

Upon seeing Zhong Zheng and Teacher Zhao arrive, Chen Yu put away his notes and then raised his hand to call out, "Here."

Rushing over, Teacher Zhao breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Chen Yu was alright, then sternly said to Zhong Zheng, "I told you to keep an eye on people, where were you!"

Zhong Zheng was still shaken. After repeatedly confirming that Chen Yu was alright, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness you're alright, you scared me to death."

"Just a little bit of weathering, don't worry about it." After Chen Yu finished speaking, he pointed to the guy on the ground and said, "This is the guy, but the other party's target is not me, but Wang Chuyun. The specific reason still needs to be investigated."

Zhong Zheng stepped forward, stared at the guy on the ground for a while, then took out his phone to compare the other party's information, and then said with certainty, "He's from the opera troupe."

"What is that?" Chen Yu asked, puzzled.

"A demonic cultivation organization, whose members all disguise themselves as actors on a stage, hence the name 'theater troupe'."

"Demonic cultivators also have organizations?"

“Definitely.” Zhong Zheng laughed as he came to his senses. “Many demonic cultivation organizations even have their own Foundation Establishment inheritance. Different demonic cultivation organizations have different purposes, but most demonic cultivators are obsessed with demons. When you encounter one, don’t bother to figure out if he’s a good person or not, just run away. This guy is also on file with the supervisory department, so we can use him to settle Tianyuan’s accounts.”

Unfurling the Emperor's Flag, Zhong Zheng used it to capture the opponent, who then fell into the flag.

Looking at Zhong Zheng, Chen Yu asked in confusion, "Balancing the accounts? Balancing what accounts?"

“There are a lot of accounts. For example, what do I usually do in Tianyuan? Why haven’t I achieved anything? At this time, I can hand this guy over and say that we’re looking to catch him. Then, some things in Tianyuan can be said to be caused by this guy, and some unpaid taxes can be settled with this guy. It’s very convenient.”

Looking at the smug Zhong Zheng, Chen Yu noticed that adults these days are all so dark-skinned.

(End of this chapter)