It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 747 The Choice Between Leveraging

"I told you, the remains of an ancient demon are immortal, and the only thing in the world that can kill it is the sword of qi." Dorgon said, raising his left arm to reveal ugly, dark blue skin covered with veins, with red light rising and falling, as if a breathing creature was parasitizing it.

"Po Jun's primordial spirit was annihilated, but its remains did not perish, because it died under the sword of intent of the demonic path, not the sword of qi."

Baker Richardson had a sudden thought, but remained silent.

Dorgon continued, "This is the authority of the ruler, and also the essence of the ruler's immortality. In fact, the ruler can be killed; what is immortal is its remains; it is the authority that has evolved over endless years. Every death is a restart for them."

"The life or death of Po Jun is meaningless to us; in fact, it is a good thing."

Baker Richardson nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Po Jun is an ancient monster that has lived for countless years; it existed even before humanity was born. Compared to it, Dorgon is merely a child with a lifespan of just over four hundred years.

Baker Richardson didn't actually have much confidence in fighting against such an existence.

His plan was to find an opportunity to kill Po Jun at the hands of the elite members of the Baoze faction. This was not wishful thinking; he knew that Li Xianyu hated Po Jun to the core and would do anything to kill him if given the chance.

If that doesn't work, then try joining forces with Dorgon to kick Po Jun out of the trio.

Baker Richardson's idea came true; Po Jun was eliminated early, though he died at the hands of the sorcerer who returned eighty years later.

"In other words, as long as the remains are still in our hands, it doesn't matter whether Po Jun is dead or alive. We can create new allies." Dorgon's smile was inscrutable.

"Creating allies..." Chairman Baker repeatedly pondered this phrase.

"That's right, you should know my story. In my prime, I led an army to slay a dragon in the Yangtze River, and that dragon was the ruler. Over the next four hundred years, I gradually eroded the will of the remnant, repeatedly modified the formation, and finally refined it into a great medicine."

"Besides me, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to usurp the power of the ruler, not even the ruler himself." Dorgon's tone was filled with arrogance.

Baker Richardson fell silent, recalling the demonic Daoist Wangchen, the human Daoist who created the Three Talents Sword Technique and was regarded as a major threat by the Sovereign.

The regent of the Qing Dynasty before us, though not as powerful as the sorcerer, is equally terrifying. He is the first human in history to usurp the power of domination.

These guys all have truly unparalleled talent; to use a more American term, they are all academic superstars who could actually get into Harvard or MIT.

He, the strongest man under the stars and president of the Superpower Association, was just a school bully who ruled a second-rate university.

Despite his past arrogance, Chairman Baker had to admit that he was still somewhat lacking compared to them.

I overheard Dorgon mentioning that he seemed quite wary of the Peerless Battle Soul. I wonder what secrets this woman holds, or perhaps... her academic prowess?

"But didn't Li Xianyu also obtain the Phoenix's authority?" Chairman Baker questioned.

Dorgon's smug expression froze: "That was an isolated case."

He paused for a moment and then said, "I don't want the good stuff to go to outsiders, so I plan to give this remains to you."

Baker Richardson's gaze lingered on Dorgon's left arm, which seemed to transform into the most beautiful thing in the world.

It's not as good as the body of a first love, not as good as glittering gold, and not as good as any power.

He silently rolled his Adam's apple.

Dorgon raised his left arm, unconcerned about Chairman Baker's slight loss of composure; no one understood the allure of the remains better than him.

"How long will it take?" Baker Richardson had calmed his turbulent emotions by now. "We've confirmed that the fruit is ripening further, and we don't have much time left."

"My research over the past four hundred years has yielded significant results. The most troublesome issue initially was how to erase the will within the remains. Although they were dead, their will remained, similar to a state of slumber. In reality, it involved inscribing arrays to reduce the burden on the body when absorbing the remains."

"Even for those at the highest level, forcibly fusing with a remnant carries enormous risks. This has nothing to do with physique or cultivation level, but rather with genes. Some people's bodies are inherently incompatible with the remnant, which can cause the collapse of their genetic chain."

"This guy, I wonder how many lives he sacrificed for his experiments..." Chairman Baker thought to himself.

"During the long process of thinking, I improved the formation countless times. Around the beginning of the 19th century, missionaries brought Western medicine to China. At first, I did not pay attention to this Western medical practice. It was not until the end of the Second Opium War that enlightened people in the Qing Dynasty put forward the idea of ​​'learning the superior techniques of the barbarians to control the barbarians'."

"It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps it was time to go out and see the world. Instead of shutting myself away and reinventing the wheel, why not go out and seek new paths, learn from the knowledge of foreigners, and apply it to other areas?"

"I started studying Western history and culture, and eventually focused on Western medicine, thinking it might inspire me. And it turned out I was right... Do you know about the incubation period in medicine?"

"Let's get straight to the point. Although I didn't receive a good education in my youth, it doesn't mean I'm stupid," Baker Richardson said coldly.

"Past experiments have taught me that the collapse of the gene chain is due to the fact that after merging with the remains, the ancient demon genes instantly devour human genes and forcibly modify them. It's similar to recreating a ruler. Humans, after all, have not undergone a long period of evolution and are not worthy of such authority, nor are they capable of bearing the great power bestowed upon them by nature."

"So I borrowed the inspiration of the incubation period and regarded the remains as a virus that invades the human body. It lies dormant in the human body and needs a period of incubation before it can break out. During this period, we actively refine it, absorb it, and extract the power bit by bit."

"The principle is very simple, but it took fifty years to actually implement it."

"We don't have that much time," Baker Richardson cautioned.

"You are lucky. The demonic cultivator bypassed the most difficult hurdle by eliminating the residual will within the remains. After that, all I need to do is inscribe an array for you, and you will be able to absorb Po Jun's remains and become the second Po Jun Overlord. This won't take long; at least, absorbing him will only take a few hours."

"Why give it to me? Don't you want the authority over Po Jun?"

"Didn't I tell you? The genes of the Overlords are incompatible; I cannot use it."

"But if I remember correctly, Li Xianyu possesses both the authority of the Phoenix and the remains of the Succubus," Baker Richardson questioned.

"There's no point in arguing like this..." Dorgon's face darkened. "He's an exception."

He didn't know the reason either.

First of all, Li Xianyu did not completely integrate with the remains of the succubus. Although he could use his charm ability, the power of the ability was greatly reduced, and his physical body and energy were not significantly enhanced.

It should be noted that Dorgon devoured a portion of the remains and thus reached the pinnacle of the ultimate path.

Li Xianyu's utilization rate of the demon's remains was too low, suggesting a complete fusion. However, his ability to use charm was highly illogical.

"What do I need to give in return?" Baker Richardson asked in a deep voice.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Dorgon wasn't his ally; they were only together because of shared interests. There was no reason for him to give away anything for nothing.

"First, the Kusanagi Sword is mine."

"Secondly, I will not give you your complete remains. After you obtain the authority of the Breaking Army, you will only be able to create two extremely powerful clones. But rest assured, this will not affect your ascension to the peak of the Ultimate Path."

"I am the best example. I only obtained a portion of the remains, and it was enough for me to reach the peak of the ultimate realm. Your current realm is similar to mine back then. After absorbing the remains, it will be enough for you to steadily step into the peak."

"Absorbing too much is meaningless; it's a waste. I'm a prime example. As for these remaining remains, I have my own use for them."

With a senior Extreme Dao as the foundation, one can advance to the peak of Extreme Dao by devouring a portion of the remains... The bead inside the Peerless Battle Soul also comes from that dragon, but whether it contains authority is still unclear... However, the black dragon that Li Xianyu subdued and raised by his side is indeed an ancient demon.

Normal ancient demons do not possess the characteristic of immortality, so it is conceivable that they are part of the remains.

Dorgon did not lie to me.

Ha, but it definitely intends to restrain me. By preserving part of my remains, I cannot create three senior ultimate avatars like Po Jun.

As we all know, the most stable triangle is only two clones, which greatly reduces its threat.

With the Kusanagi sword in his possession, he now has an effective means to kill me.

It seems like I've made a killing, but actually I'm already at a disadvantage. It will be extremely difficult for me to snatch the fruits from Dorgon in the future.

"Either give me all the remains, or return the Kusanagi sword to me." Baker Richardson shook his head, disagreeing with Dorgon's proposal.

Dorgon clicked his tongue twice: "You're being too greedy. After absorbing the remains, you've already reached the peak of the Ultimate Path, while I've fallen in realm. If you still control the Kusanagi Sword, why should I even bother fighting for the fruit? I might as well find a place to live in seclusion."

"You are at the pinnacle of the Yakuza, while I wield the Kusanagi sword; this is the perfect balance." Dorgon shrugged. "If you disagree, I can find other allies. There are few Yakuza in the world, but isn't there one in Africa?"

Both sides fell into a silent battle of wits.

After a long pause, Baker Richardson said in a deep voice, "Okay."

His reasoning was simple. First, he actually had no choice; if he didn't cooperate, Dorgon would most likely stab him to death. The Kusanagi sword was already in Dorgon's hands; getting it back was unrealistic.

Secondly, he prioritizes preserving his capital. Regardless of who ultimately benefits from the fruit, he first merges with the remains to become an immortal and indestructible ruler, which means he will have endless lifespan.

In the end, it's still a profit.

Dorgon nodded in satisfaction and took out lighting equipment and tools for inscribing formations from his wallet.

He had done considerable research on this subject, and Dan Yunzi was a successful test subject. It was just a pity that she died young in Tokyo, and it is unknown how effective she was.

However, according to his plan, even if Dan Yunzi devoured the power of the Poison Tail, he would inevitably become a mindless monster, because the will of the Poison Tail's remains would be difficult to erase in the short term, and that would be enough.

It's easier to control someone when they're not fully conscious.

......

Pantheon.

Bingzha and his great-grandmother returned to the Pantheon. Li Xianyu and the others had not yet recovered from their chaotic mental state, but they were now clear-headed. Li Peiyun and Dan Chenzi, who were cultivating the Sword of Intent, sat cross-legged in meditation.

Li Xianyu, who had the weakest mental strength, had Hua Yang's help to heal his mental trauma.

Their current state is like that of someone suffering from a severe hangover, with a stabbing headache, unclear consciousness, and an inability to fight.

The top S-rank individuals remained unconscious, while only the Black and White Gods, though pale, were in good condition. They were currently guarding the group with the unaffected senior staff.

Upon seeing the Phoenix and the Peerless Warrior return, they showed disappointment. Clearly, the two of them had failed to catch up with the escaped Dorgon and Baker Richardson. Their early return meant that the others had likely escaped.

They are really tough to deal with. The two sides have fought again and again, and there have been casualties each time, but they are both exceptionally resilient. Neither side can completely defeat the other.

After a while, before the three half-step extreme cultivators could speak, Qin Ze, who was unconscious, coughed violently, coughing up pieces of dark brown flesh. The flesh withered quickly after falling to the ground, losing its nutrients.

The tug-of-war was originally going to continue for a while longer, but Po Jun's main body died a heroic death, and his flesh and blood lost its self-awareness and was expelled by the mature sword embryo.

Qin Ze looked around, his face pale and appearing quite weak. He laughed in a hoarse voice, "Po Jun is dead!"

Bingzhazi glanced at him. This person was also within the range of the Demonic Dao Sword. Although it was the edge of the area, the primordial spirit of a person who was unconscious was particularly fragile, yet there was nothing unusual about him at this moment.

His primordial spirit was indeed strange.

Ten minutes later, the three little brothers opened their eyes one after another, ending their meditation. Apart from slight dizziness, they were fine.

"The Demonic Sword of Intent is truly terrifying." Li Peiyun exhaled a breath of turbid air, still feeling lingering fear.

"Compared to him..." Dan Chenzi sighed. He had practiced the Sword of Intent for over ten years, but compared to the second personality of the demonic cultivator, it was like comparing a toothpick to a magic needle.

"It's Daoist Wangchen." Li Xianyu glanced at Xiuer. This guy, because the Three Talents Sword Technique was taught by his great-grandfather, didn't have much affection for Wangchen and habitually called him a demonic Daoist.

"Dead, Wangchen is dead... This time he's completely dead." The slime was dejected.

My ex is dead, but you still have me... Li Xianyu touched his left hand, thinking to himself that although he wouldn't give her the chance to show off, being a partner walking side by side was no problem.

Forget about worldly affairs!

"Dorgon has escaped." Bingzhazi looked at Li Xianyu.

Li Xianyu nodded slightly and said, "What a pity."

After a moment's thought, he said, "Where is Po Jun?"

"He's dead," the great-grandmother said crisply. "His primordial spirit perished, but his remains were taken by Dorgon."

Dan Chenzi and Li Peiyun exchanged a glance and smiled.

The employees of Baoze, including the Black and White Gods, breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)