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

Chapter 21 First Wave of Clash

The demonic cultivator arrived, but Wang Yi wasn't afraid at all. After all, he had Elsa, who could smash the demonic cultivator's head, by his side, and the Judgment Division was watching him. If the demonic cultivator dared to show his face, he would surely die.

Conversely, the fact that this demonic cultivator dared to make a move under these circumstances shows that he was very confident in his ability to conceal himself.

Combined with the information Wang Yi had gathered over the past two days, it was found that the power and concealment ability of demonic cultivators were inversely proportional; the stronger the demonic cultivator, the more difficult it was for them to hide themselves.

Therefore, we can conclude that any demonic cultivator who dares to cause trouble under the noses of so many powerful figures is probably very weak.

Wang Yi walked to the door of 701 and pretended to hesitate about whether to knock.

Elsa: "Go for it! She's almost forgotten her special feelings for you. You can generously invite her to the rooftop for drinks."

Wang Yi wasn't listening to Elsa at all.

Taking advantage of the moment he raised his hand to knock on the door, he glanced at the battery icon on his arm, the fully formed bat emblem, and some other emblem with only faint imprints. He wondered what he could gain after killing this weak demonic cultivator.

As for how to kill this weak demonic cultivator, he was just starting to think about it.

The faint black threads danced to the rhythm of the music, much like the waveform of sound. Could there be something wrong with the music?
Can demonic cultivators use music to possess the souls of ordinary people?
That's terrifying! Can't we even listen to music with peace of mind?
Regardless, we need to interrupt the music first.

To make this decision, Wang Yi knocked on the door directly.

Elsa thought her encouragement had worked and teased her from the side, "Sigh, you're such a coward. But the good news is, being this cowardly means you're unlikely to 'go astray'."

Almost simultaneously with speaking to the big white cat, Wang Chengyan's voice came from inside the room: "Coming, who is it?"

Wang Yi blurted out cheekily, "Miss, your takeout!"

Damn it, what time is it and you're still being cheeky?

Wang Chengyan laughed: "I didn't expect that. You've got a good eye and will order takeout for your sister."

As he spoke, the door opened, and Wang Chengyan, dressed in his pajamas, looked at Wang Yi with a smile.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Something's wrong!"

The door slammed shut the next moment.

Wang Yi almost bumped his nose into the door. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he heard the sound of someone tidying up the room coming from inside.

"Uh, Sister Wang, I saw the mess in your room when I took you home before."

The sounds of tidying up inside stopped for a moment, then Wang Chengyan's voice came through: "What chaos? You can't just say things like that!"

Wang Yi: "Alright then, I see the elephant in the room."

The elephant in the room—I don't know why artsy young people like the word "fussing over".

You can hear Wang Chengyan's laughter, "Goose, goose, goose."

But even in her frantic state, she didn't think to turn off the weird hakimi music.

Wang Yi: "Sister Wang, I didn't know you liked Hakimi so much. I thought you usually listened to Maybach."

Elsa: "Maybach is a car. Haven't you seen Dragon Raja? Maybach on a rainy night, Chu Zihang's eternal pain."

Wang Chengyan was laughing uncontrollably in the room, but his laughter was interrupted by the sound of someone falling down, followed by a series of clanging and banging noises.

Wang Yi, not having time to feel ashamed of his slip of the tongue, asked with concern, "Sister Wang? You weren't buried by something, were you? I saw on the news that someone died from being buried in garbage like that."

"No!" Wang Chengyan's voice sounded anxious. "Wait for me, I'll get up right away—"

Just then, perhaps in the chaos of pressing something, the Hakimi music that had been playing suddenly stopped.

Wang Yi immediately used his new senses to "check," and sure enough, the black threads were gone.

The problem is with this music.

The room was still filled with clanging and banging. Wang Yi turned to ask Elsa if there were any examples of demonic cultivators using music to seduce souls, but he changed his mind before speaking. He felt that asking such a question would be too abrupt, and he would just secretly check the company's internal news on his phone later to find out.

He then realized that the company probably already knew what he was searching for, and that suddenly searching for this might arouse suspicion.

So Wang Yi asked in a casual tone, "How exactly did Hakimi music become so popular?"

"I don't know, many things become popular without warning," Elsa replied casually.

After considering it for a moment, Wang Yi said in a joking tone, "It might be driven by demonic cultivators, for the purpose of brainwashing!"

“That’s certainly possible.” Elsa had taken the bait. “Cases like this have happened before. You know that brainwashing audio from Rainbow Cat, right?”

Wang Yi knew, of course, that this thing was all the rage right after he finished his college entrance exam.

Elsa: "That was done by the demonic cultivators. People who watch the audio will not only spread this stuff involuntarily, but will also have their souls extracted by the demonic cultivators. Of course, only a very small amount is extracted, which is almost negligible."

"That demonic cultivator was playing the game of small profits but quick turnover."

Wang Yi recalled a science fiction story he had read in Science Fiction World a long time ago, about a genius programmer who made a fortune by collecting the decimal places in the banking system that were truncated because they were too small.

Wang Yi: "So what happened next? Since you know that the demonic cultivator was eventually captured, right?"

“No, not at all.” Elsa shrugged. “He exploded.”

It exploded?
Elsa: "Because the spread was too wide, and the demonic cultivator had not set up any way to block it, a large amount of spiritual energy gathered together, and the demonic cultivator was too weak, so it exploded in an instant."

Wang Yi: "Then demonic cultivators will set up methods to block the spread, right?"

"No way. If a demonic cultivator sets up a spell in music, it's easy for the Imperial Observatory to detect it. They'll be discovered before it even spreads and then killed." Elsa spread her hands in cat form. "So now no demonic cultivator uses music or other memes to widely spread and collect souls. It's too dangerous. In comparison, it's safer for a travel blogger to trick people into hiking and then strike halfway through the trip."

"Is that really how it is!" Wang Yi exclaimed.

At the same time, his mind raced: In other words, the possibility that Wang Chengyan accidentally clicked on the music or video sent by the demonic cultivator could be ruled out. This music was sent to Wang Chengyan by someone.

It could just be a coincidence, with the demonic cultivators recruiting their own followers.

But Wang Yi couldn't help but think the worst: he might have been targeted by the demonic cultivators, and this music was sent specifically to Wang Chengyan as part of an attack against him.

We must be vigilant. If we are truly unable to handle the situation, we can sacrifice the pawns to save the king and confess everything to the company.

However, Wang Yi is still prepared to struggle a bit, since this demonic cultivator hasn't aroused the vigilance of the powerful beings monitoring him so far, so he might really be weak.

The temptation to obliterate it into dust and transform it into supernatural power is really great.

Wait a minute, doesn't my idea sound a bit like a demonic cultivator's? If this were in a comic, it would be accompanied by "Jack, Jack, Jack" laughter.

Just then, the noise in the room finally subsided, and Wang Chengyan yanked open the door.

She had already changed into a long dress for home, and fine beads of sweat from cleaning the house were still hanging on her bare shoulders.

"Uh," Wang Chengyan ran his hand through his hair, "Is there something you need?"

"I was thinking, how about we come up to the rooftop to admire the moon?" Wang Yi forced himself not to let his gaze slide down.

“Okay!” Wang Chengyan agreed again.

Wang Yi casually asked, "What was that Hakimi music all about?"

“Ah, it’s a funny video a friend sent me, with random music,” Wang Chengyan chuckled. “I usually listen to Maybach.”

Wang Yi realized that Wang Chengyan was mocking him, but he replied without changing his expression, "Is that so? I usually listen to Audi."

Wang Chengyan laughed again, making "goose goose goose" sounds.

Wang Yi: "Which friend sent you this video? They have great taste. I'd like to add them as a friend."

Add the demonic cultivators, and then find a way to follow the clues.

Although Wang Yi doesn't yet know how to obliterate this demonic cultivator without alerting Elsa, getting the information first is always the right thing to do.

It is said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Ayan: "Sure, she's single too, and works in the next department. I'll create a group chat for you guys, and then it's up to you to see how it goes."

It's another woman?
Female devil?
Never mind, lust is a dangerous thing. Regardless of gender, let's just eliminate them and turn them into icons first.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

30 minute ago.

"General Manager Qian" was very satisfied.

He hacked into the QQ account of this woman named Wang Chengyan's best friend and sent her a funny video.

The music in this funny video contains a subtle hint.

The suggestion was to get the woman to write a diary every night and save it on her computer in TXT format.

That's right, it's that simple. This level of hint is completely imperceptible to those on the righteous path.

Once the diary is written, the rest will depend on Mr. Qian's hacking skills.

In fact, Mr. Qian had already remotely logged into the woman's computer and watched as she typed out the events of the past two days, recording them in a TXT file.

This way, we can find out what Wang Yi is up to.

As for what happened on the day of the invasion, as mentioned in the order, Boss Qian planned to find out in another way. For now, he would use Wang Yi's status report to get by and let the powerful beings hiding in the Hungry Ghost Realm know that he was doing his job well.

Looking at what Wang Chengyan had typed, Mr. Qian clicked his tongue and said, "He just became a cultivator and he's already hooking up with older women. This makes him very likely to become a demonic cultivator."

"Wait a minute, looking at this description, they didn't take any action after sending them home? Well, if they had taken any action, they probably would have been arrested by the Judgment Division."

"Tsk tsk, talking about literature in front of a woman with such a great figure, is this Wang Yi a virgin?"

Mr. Qian's small MCN manages sixteen female streamers who are essentially "zombies" (or "bots"). Every day, he exploits their souls and other things as well. Now, seeing Wang Yi's innocent behavior makes me want to laugh.

He was enjoying reading when his typing suddenly stopped.

Mr. Qian frowned, wanting to turn on the camera, but then realized that the built-in camera on Wang Chengyan's laptop emitted a noticeable red light when activated, which might be detected, so he had to give up.

Maybe he's going to the restroom.

Anyway, the habit of writing in my diary every day has already been established, so it doesn't matter if I break it. I'll be able to see the whole process tomorrow morning.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"I'll grab some beer, let's go up to the rooftop together," Wang Chengyan said, turning around and walking towards the refrigerator.

Wang Yi suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a thin black line on her body, emerging from the back of her head and connecting to the laptop.

Oh no! Someone has tampered with it!
Wang Yi wanted to ask Elsa, but he held back.

"Sister Wang," he said, "could I borrow your laptop? I want to watch a movie!"

"Huh? Why not use your tri-fold laptop? My laptop screen is only 14 inches, which isn't much bigger than a tri-fold screen, is it?"

Wang Yi: "The three-fold fold is too heavy. It's more comfortable to look at it on the table."

“Alright,” Wang Chengyan replied, “I’ll probably go to sleep after I finish drinking, so I’ll have to trouble you to take me back.”

(End of this chapter)