The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

In terms of absorption, devouring, or certain strengths, half the strength equals half the effect; there's no extra difference.

In the realm of suffering, reducing it by half makes a world of difference.

If you can tolerate it, there's no difference between ten times and one time, but if you exceed the limit of tolerance, 10 and 11 are worlds apart.

It's clear that Nagano Yuuki is currently enduring pain beyond his own limits, which is why he's reacting so strongly.

Zhou Ming glanced into the distance, waved his hand, and said, "Retreat!"

All the blood demon soldiers quickly left and disappeared into the night, leaving behind the slowly burning tavern and the lingering, thick smell of blood.

Not long after, Nomura Jiichi returned with a large number of Japanese soldiers, but there was no one left alive.

Nomura Jiichi looked at the corpses and the familiar mummified body on the ground, his face extremely grim.

"Blood Demon? How could he still be alive?"

……

Zhou Ming led his men to Safe House No. 7, a courtyard house with a basement.

Taiki Yagyu was taken to the basement, stripped naked, and tied to a cross.

Besides clothes and watches, a black jade pendant carved with a tiger caught Zhou Ming's attention.

The jade pendant is carved with a black tiger, its fierce-looking eyes subtly tinged with red.

Zhou Ming reached out and picked up the jade pendant. As a master of unorthodox weapon crafting, he could tell at a glance that it was a very special high-level sealing artifact.

"What is this?" Zhou Ming's cold voice rang out.

When Yagyu Daiki saw the jade pendant, his pupils contracted slightly, and his heart was filled with regret.

"If I tell you, will you let me go?" Yagyu Daiki forced a smile and asked in return.

"A tough nut to crack? Very well then," Zhou Ming said with a cold smile.

Although Zhou Ming could learn everything by transforming Yagyu Taiki into a Blood Demon Soldier, he didn't feel any relief from torturing Yagyu Taiki in that state.

Zhou Ming glanced at Koike-kun beside him, and Koike-kun immediately produced a Soul Devourer made of condensed blood in his hand, slowly walking towards Yagyu Taiki.

With his arms crossed, Zhou Ming coldly stared at Yagyu Daiki. He planned to put on a good interrogation show first, and then, once he was done, he would transform him into a Blood Demon Soldier. At that point, the other party would honestly reveal everything Zhou Ming wanted to know.

Yagyu Daiki looked at Koike-kun as he approached, his face cold and somewhat disdainful.

"Didn't you hear your master ask you what this is?" Koike-kun picked up the Soul Eater and slashed Yagyu Taiju's chest.

The once dismissive Yagyu Daiki felt his soul being severed the moment the blade slid into his skin.

As a traitor to the Yinshan Sect, Yagyu Taiki naturally possessed a certain level of expertise in the realm of the soul, and he could clearly feel his soul being torn apart.

This already intense and profound pain became even clearer and deeper in his case.

"Ahhh!"

A scream rang out, but was silenced by Zhou Ming's own aura.

As dawn broke, the night passed just like that.

People gradually appeared on the streets of Shanghai, and the aroma of breakfast stalls began to waft out.

People who got up early for work didn't notice anything different about Shanghai than usual, but some people did notice the changes.

For some reason, the Japanese became extremely tense.

Zhao Lijun, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station, stood up from his chair somewhat impatiently and paced back and forth in his office.

"What exactly happened last night? My superiors ordered me to investigate, but they need to give me time!" Zhao Lijun clenched his fists, thinking to himself.

"And that guy surnamed Wang, he's perfectly capable of being the stationmaster of Tianjin Station, but he wants to concurrently be the stationmaster of Shanghai Station? He really doesn't respect me, Zhao Lijun."

Zhao Lijun was so anxious because he had heard rumors that his superiors wanted to transfer him and have someone surnamed Wang take his place.

"Bang! Bang!" A knocking sound suddenly rang out.

The person outside eagerly pushed open the door and rushed to Zhao Lijun, saying urgently, "I have news! Blood Demon isn't dead!"

Zhao Lijun was initially displeased when he saw his subordinates barging in, but he was immediately taken aback upon hearing the report.

"What? The Blood Demon isn't dead? Have you figured it out? Is it that same Blood Demon?" Zhao Lijun's heart was pounding, and he seemed even more anxious than his subordinates.

Zhao Lijun, at his level, clearly understood what the term "Blood Demon" represented; it was a fearsome name that struck terror into the hearts of the Japanese.

There are two to three thousand Japanese soldiers who were confirmed to have died from this person's methods alone, and if we include those who died indirectly, the number is probably around 5000.

Those were 5000 Japanese soldiers, the elite of the elite. I heard that the Japanese were already thinking of offering a bounty of 50 silver dollars on the Blood Demon.

The thought of 50 silver dollars made Zhao Lijun's heart race, but then he remembered the Blood Demon's infamous reputation and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Quickly, have the telecommunications department send the message to the higher-ups immediately," Zhao Lijun said.

"Yes!" The subordinate ran outside without looking back.

In Safe House No. 7, Yagyu Daiki was covered in blood and bound to a cross, his pupils slightly dilated.

"Master! We've reached our limit." Xiao Chi Jun sheathed the Soul-Devouring Demon Blade formed from blood, turned around, and said with his head down.

Zhou Ming was playing with the black tiger jade tablet, and he sensed a power similar to that of a shikigami and the Demon King within it.

Hearing his subordinate's words, Zhou Ming looked up at Yagyu Daiki and threw out a triangular talisman.

The triangular talisman merged into Yagyu Taiju's body, transforming the Qi within him into Blood Fiend Power, thus restoring his condition to a certain extent.

Seeing that Taiki Yagyu had recovered somewhat and his face had regained some vitality, Koike-kun took the interrogation notes he had just recorded and began to question him.

A moment later, Koike-kun respectfully handed the selected manuscript to Zhou Ming.

"This is all genuine intelligence."

Zhou Ming reached out and took the interrogation records, reading them one by one.

"Quanxing?" Zhou Ming's expression turned slightly cold. It was that stinking ditch again.

The gang with the mustache often used the name of Quanxing to commit evil. Unlike the modern times in the original story, information spreads very quickly and over a very wide range now.

If someone commits a heinous act under the banner of Quanxing, it can easily spread throughout the entire circle, leaving no room for repentance.

But things are different now. Information is severely outdated, and some people are secretly members of the Quanxing organization while also having other identities on the surface.

“A bunch of trash that needs to be cleaned up,” Zhou Ming said coldly, looking at the records in his hand.

Continuing to read on, they indeed found information about the Black Tiger Jade Token, which was one of the two heirlooms that Liu Dashu took with him when he defected from the Yinshan Sect.

One of them is the legacy left behind by the Ghost King, a genius sect leader of the Yinshan Sect hundreds of years ago.

The other jade tablet was also from a ghost that the extraordinary genius sect leader had subdued.

Chapter 106 [Devouring Yin to Transform Yang] and the Defective Spirit Rank

The sect leader didn't think much of the ghost tiger, so after subduing it, he sealed it away, intending to leave it for future sect leaders to use.

Decades later, the genius sect leader passed away, completely forgetting about this ghost tiger.

Although the next generation leader remembered, when he found out, he realized that he had no ability to break the seal.

It has been preserved like this until now, and it is unknown whether the ghost tiger inside is dead.

Zhou Ming carefully looked at the method of disarming written in the record, and after a moment, placed the interrogation record on the table next to him.

Bloodlust power condensed in his hand, and Zhou Ming held the Ghost Tiger's jade tablet in his other hand, beginning the process of breaking the seal.

"Such rapid consumption!" Zhou Ming was surprised. The method of dispelling it was not difficult, but it consumed a great deal of energy and required it to be done in one go while maintaining the purity of the Qi.

This requirement almost completely eliminates the possibility of multiple or group efforts; it can only be accomplished by one person.

As the seals were gradually broken, Zhou Ming began to understand why the Yinshan Sect had been unable to break the seals for hundreds of years.

"This is only 80% of the way through the unsealing process. Half of my Blood Fiend Power has already been used up. No wonder no one in the Yinshan Sect has been able to unseal it for hundreds of years."

The amount of Qi is not absolutely equivalent to a person's martial prowess, nor is it absolutely related to their cultivation level.

Zhou Ming's Blood Fiend Talisman can bring back the cultivation of Blood Demon Soldiers and Blood Ghost Soldiers. Although the essence will be refined by the Samadhi True Fire, it can still bring a very considerable amount of Blood Fiend power.

Having accumulated power through previous wars, Zhou Ming's bloodthirsty energy was already enormous.

Looking up at Liu Dashu across the way, he realized that Liu's Qi in his full state was only about 1/30th of Zhou Ming's.

Liu Dashu was the eldest disciple of the Yinshan Sect and was originally expected to inherit the position of sect leader. However, because his master wanted to forcibly pass the position of sect leader to his son, he stole the sect's inheritance and ran away in a fit of anger.

It is conceivable that Liu Dashu's Qi quantity is definitely not low, but it is only about 1/30 of Zhou Ming's total.

To break the seal, at least two-thirds, or 20 times, of Zhou Ming's current total Qi is required.

Humans have their limits. Once the amount of Qi is cultivated to a certain level, it becomes very difficult to increase it further. That's why, even after so many years, no one has been able to unravel this mystery.

"Buzz!" The Qi trembled slightly.

The tiger on the black jade plaque seemed to come alive, its body slightly twisting.

The next moment, black energy erupted, and the roar of a tiger burst forth.

But it was very short and sounded weak.

The black energy transformed into a tiger's head. The moment Zhou Ming saw this energy, he narrowed his eyes. This was neither simple energy nor a simple ghost.

The next moment, the ghostly tiger laughed wildly and transformed into a streak of black light, rushing towards Zhou Ming's head.

"I'm out! Hahaha! I really wasn't meant to die!"

Zhou Ming did not dodge as the black tiger transformed into black light. He watched as it entered his mind, and the next moment, a painful scream rang out.

"what!"

The flames of the Yuan Shen Lamp burned in the upper dantian, and the ghost tiger pounced in as if walking into a trap, instantly engulfed by the flames.

The already extremely weak and near-death ghost tiger was instantly ignited by the flames and burned to death.

However, the burning black energy did not collapse or disappear. Instead, under the burning of the primordial spirit lamp, it operated the divine thought creation technique of all living beings.

A jet-black crystal gradually formed within the flames of the translucent Spirit Lamp.

"Sure enough, this ghost tiger was long dead. It was just a 'thing' formed by the remnants of the dead ghost tiger's power, its strong obsession, and a large number of thoughts about the ghost tiger!" Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Sealed for hundreds of years, the Ghost Tiger had long since died, but the seal was extremely sophisticated, and its power remained locked even after death, without dissipating.

The leaders and high-ranking members of the Yinshan Sect throughout history have been deeply attached to this ghost tiger, imbuing it into their power like incense offerings.