He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 131 Demon-Slaying Division, Comic Strip

Hearing these words, Qin Chuan frowned and pondered.

According to Master Hu, the intense heat he had sensed earlier was not spiritual energy.

However, he couldn't ask directly. If the Taoist knew that he could sense it on the first try, there would definitely be some tricks waiting for him later.

Qin Chuan thought for a moment, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked with the curiosity of a beginner, "Master, I will definitely study the 'Qingyang Yin' incantation you taught me today. However, I am afraid that I might misremember the order of the key points. Does Master have any cultivation notes or anything like that here? I can take them to refer to and avoid going astray."

Hearing this, Master Hu stroked his goatee and thought for a moment. He then turned around and pulled a thin scroll from an old wooden box behind him, handing it over casually: "These are a few pages of notes I jotted down when I was cultivating at Qingyang Temple. They're not some profound classics, just some fragmented insights from meditation and sensing qi. Take a look; perhaps they'll help you avoid some detours."

In truth, Hu Daoren didn't want to give it to him.

He originally planned to leave the kid hanging for a few days to temper his temper, so that he could be more manageable later.

But then he thought, this kid is an amateur after all. If he just blindly follows his own unorthodox methods and something goes wrong when he senses the Qi, at best his meridians will be damaged, and at worst his dantian will be destroyed. Then all the secrets of the bloodline that he has been thinking about for so long will be wasted.

It's just a very basic introductory notebook, and giving it away won't cause any major problems. It's better to do him a favor first, so that he'll remember my kindness and stay safely under my nose.

Moreover, this booklet can be used to keep track of the boy's cultivation speed and keep him firmly under control.

Qin Chuan took the booklet with both hands and solemnly put it into his pocket. He didn't rush to look at it, but instead, a hesitant look appeared on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, then, as if unable to contain his curiosity, lowered his voice and asked, "Master, I have another question. Since there are highly accomplished cultivators like you in this world, are there also—demons and monsters?"

Upon hearing this, Master Hu did not rush to answer. He looked ahead as if recalling something, and then said, "Yes, there are naturally demons and monsters in this world."

Qin Chuan leaned forward and pressed on, "Then why have I never seen this disciple before?"

Upon hearing this, Master Hu grinned, a hint of a seasoned veteran looking at a naive young man with amusement: "Do you really think demons and monsters are all the hideous creatures with blue faces, fangs, and three heads and six arms described in storytellers? That's just for scaring children. Some demons and monsters, after cultivating to a certain level, can transform into human form. Once they take human form, their features are exquisite, their speech and laughter are gentle, and they are no different from ordinary people. Let alone your mortal eyes, even a cultivator like me might not be able to tell them apart just by looking at them."

Qin Chuan then feigned surprise and asked, "What should I do if I encounter demons in the future?"

The Taoist priest found the question somewhat amusing and waved his hand, saying, "It's not that easy to encounter them. Demons roaming everywhere only happens in chaotic times. Either the world is in turmoil, with war raging, or it's a year of great disaster, with famine and death everywhere, and malevolent energy and resentment filling the sky, then all sorts of evil spirits will emerge. Now that the world has been at peace for a long time, it wouldn't be easy for you to encounter even one. Besides..."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious: "The Great Zhou Dynasty has established Demon-Suppressing Bureaus in various places, which are dedicated to capturing demons and monsters. Most of the demons that have committed atrocities and harmed the local area have been dealt with by the Demon-Suppressing Bureaus before they could cause any major disturbances. Ordinary people naturally don't see them."

Qin Chuan blinked, a perfect mix of confusion and curiosity on his face: "Demon Suppression Division? I've been in Qinghe County for so long, and I've never heard of such a department."

Master Hu smiled, a hint of deep emotion in his voice: "You haven't heard of it? The Demon-Slaying Division is now obscure; even the lowest-ranking officials in the government might not know its name. But decades ago, it was called the Demon-Slaying Division, and it was incredibly famous. Its name alone was legendary. It slew great demons and subdued countless ghosts; wherever it went, evil spirits fled in terror. What a formidable force it was..."

Qin Chuan sensed that Hu Daoren's words held an unspoken meaning and couldn't help but ask, "Then why is your reputation gone now? What happened?"

Master Hu withdrew his gaze, the smile on his face fading slightly. He shook his head and said, "Naturally, it's because the Demon Slaughtering Division is blocking the way for certain people in the court. Back when the Demon Slaughtering Division was at its peak, it wielded immense power, was not under the jurisdiction of the Six Ministries, and could directly mobilize troops from all over the country. Later, after the current emperor came to power, and after several rounds of court politics, the Demon Slaughtering Division was transformed into the Demon Slaughtering Division. The name was changed, the people were changed, and it has long lost its original ferocity, which is why it has gradually faded from the public eye."

Seeing that Qin Chuan was about to ask more questions, Master Hu waved his hand and said, "Why ask so many questions? You haven't even grasped the basics of Qi sensing yet. Demons and monsters are a million miles away from you. Focus on your cultivation and don't spend your days indulging in wild thoughts. First, cross the threshold of Qi sensing, and you will naturally know those things when the time is right."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan could only respond with a nod, then picked up the booklet, took his leave, and departed.

Inside the house, Qin Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, spreading the thin book given to him by Hu Daoren on his lap and slowly turning the pages one by one.

The booklet is not thick, and the ink on the inner pages varies in shade, clearly indicating that it was jotted down at different times.

The first half was mostly his insights on meditation and feeling the energy, scattered here and there. He patiently flipped through the pages, and his gaze finally stopped on a line of text.

According to the description in the booklet, the energy of heaven and earth is not limited to spiritual energy.

Besides spiritual energy, there are also yin energy, miasma, and evil energy, each with different properties. Yin energy is cold in nature and often gathers in ancient tombs, burial mounds, and shady valleys. When it enters the body, it can cause stiffness and stagnation of the meridians, and prolonged exposure can damage the bones.

Miasma is a poisonous substance that often grows in swamps, dense forests, and places where corpses accumulate. If it enters the body, it can cause dizziness and blurred vision, and in severe cases, death.

The evil energy is volatile and often floats on battlefields, execution grounds, and places where people are beheaded. It is also a mixed energy generated in places where many people gather. When it enters the body, it causes the blood to boil and become extremely agitated. In mild cases, it can ignite an unnamed fire, and in severe cases, it can burn the meridians.

All of these are turbid energies, which are detrimental to cultivation. If you encounter them when sensing energy, you must not mistake them for spiritual energy and introduce them into your dantian. You should immediately gather your mind and find another clean place.

Qin Chuan looked at the phrase "fiery and volatile nature of evil energy." According to this description, the intense heat he had felt while meditating was probably the evil energy mentioned in the notes, rather than the spiritual energy.

As for why he sensed that malevolent energy, he guessed it was probably related to his profession, "Ghost Suppressor Villain." This profession relied entirely on his bloodthirsty ferocity and fighting spirit, surrounded by turbid yang energy. When he meditated, his dantian was not yet open and his spiritual sense was not yet sharp. What he sensed first was not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but this malevolent energy that was of the same origin as him. Thinking about it carefully, it made perfect sense.

According to this note, evil energy is a type of turbid energy, which is irritating and fierce, and is not conducive to orthodox cultivation. It should never be rashly introduced into the dantian.

However, my profession, [Ghost Suppressor Villain], cultivates this bloodthirsty energy, which feels somewhat compatible.

If one could absorb this malevolent energy into their body, the profession of [Ghost Suppressor] might be able to forge a completely different path.

Want to try it?

To be honest, Qin Chuan was eager to try it, but after thinking about it, he decided to put the idea aside for the time being.

After all, he had just begun his meditation practice and was not yet familiar with the flow of energy within his body. He had not even figured out the pathways of his meridians. If he rashly guided evil energy into his dantian and something went wrong, it might be too late to remedy the situation.

Once you've become more proficient, you can try it out. That way, even if problems arise, you'll be able to control them.

Having resolved the matter of the malevolent energy, Qin Chuan closed the booklet and began to ponder the matter of the Demon-Slaying Division.

His earlier inquiry to Master Hu about the demons and monsters was merely a pretext.

His only purpose from beginning to end was to pave the way for the ghostly encounter in his dream.

He was really worried about having something spying on him from behind.

It can enter a dream once, and it can enter a dream a second time; it can absorb the vital energy of others, and it can also absorb its own vital energy.

If left unchecked, sooner or later the net will grow larger and larger, eventually ensnaring him as well.

It's best to find a way to resolve this promptly.

Although he didn't get the title from Liu Rushi, he did get the title from Hu Daoren. That old Taoist was a genuine cultivator with the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm. He demonstrated his ability to turn talismans into fire right in front of Qin Chuan, so it couldn't be faked. He was also very knowledgeable about demons and monsters. When it came to dealing with ghosts and monsters, there was probably no one more suitable than him in the entire Qinghe County.

More importantly, the old Taoist priest took him as his disciple and was eyeing what he possessed. He wouldn't let anything happen to him until the mystery was solved.

To be honest, Qin Chuan felt he would be doing this old Taoist's skill a disservice if he didn't make good use of it.

I never expected there would be a Demon Suppression Division.

After thinking it over, Qin Chuan had a rough idea of ​​what to do, but he still needed to wait for the right opportunity to figure out how to attract and borrow from them.

The next day, inside the Heaven and Earth Palace, Qin Chuan surveyed the scene in the hall. Soon after, he summoned Xiao Wu and then activated his passive skill, "Qi Perception".

At first glance, a faint red hue appeared above Xiao Wu's head, which was Xiao Ji's fortune.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan also spoke up: "Didn't you say last time that my predictions were accurate? I've done another prediction for you this time. Something good is going to happen to you soon, and it should be related to money."

"Really?" Xiao Wu was skeptical and wanted to ask again when a loud shout suddenly came from the gambling table not far away. It was the regular customer he was serving calling for someone.

Xiao Wu quickly ran over and deftly helped exchange the chips, handed over teacups, and then re-hung the guest's outer robe that he had casually draped over the back of the chair.

The customer was on a winning streak today, beaming with pride. Seeing how attentive Xiao Wu was to him, he readily picked out a tael of silver from the pile of chips and tossed it over as a reward.

Xiao Wu stared at the silver for a moment, then ran back to Qin Chuan in a few strides, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Brother Qin, you're amazing! You even knew which tip the customer would give me?"

Qin Chuan smiled without saying a word. Of course, he didn't just calculate it; he also saw it.

The skill of reading people and situations that I developed when I was a beggar on the street has not been lost to this day.

The gambler Xiao Wu served wore a dark red satin robe with floral patterns, and the jade pendant hanging from his waist was of excellent quality. He spoke loudly, and his laughter was full of energy. When he won money, he would slam the table and cheer; when he lost money, he would only curse a couple of times before continuing to bet. He was a generous and forthright person.

A generous person is someone you can serve. As long as you're quick-witted and observant, you'll get a reward sooner or later.

I've already made two successful predictions. If I do it one more time, I should be able to get started as a fortune teller.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared outside the door—it was none other than the wealthy businessman, Wang.

Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan went to greet him and led him to the second floor.

Inside the room, Qin Chuan took out several scrolls and handed them over.

Wang Fushang carefully opened the first scroll and glanced at it, a look of surprise appearing on his face. He looked at Qin Chuan, pointed to the contents of the scroll, and asked, "Did Xiaoxiaosheng draw something wrong? I wanted an erotic painting."

Following Wang Fushang's finger, one could see that the painting depicted a bustling scene in the streets of Qinghe County, which had nothing to do with erotic art.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan smiled and pushed the scroll towards Wang Fushang again, pointing to the small "One" character in the corner of the paper, and said, "Master Wang, don't be impatient. Xiaoxiaosheng said that you should read on according to the numbers. The story has only just begun."

Wang Fushang lowered his head with some skepticism and patiently continued reading.

The first scroll is divided into four sections, each with a scene and figures outlined in ink lines, accompanied by brief text. It is not like the explicit and blatant depiction of two naked people in a typical erotic painting, but rather like a story told by a street storyteller.

The second painting depicts a beautiful woman with a slender figure and spring-like eyes, leaning against a second-floor window, holding a bamboo pole in her hand. Her hair is slightly loose, and her sash hangs lightly, as if she has just woken from a spring slumber. Beside her, her name is written in fine brushstrokes: Pan Jinlian.

The moment Wang Fushang saw Pan Jinlian, his eyes changed. His previous doubts and patience vanished in an instant, replaced by an undisguised desire.

What an alluring beauty!

The next part of the picture shows Pan Jinlian dropping a clothes rack, which hits someone on the head.

In the scene, a figure covers their head and looks up, while Pan Jinlian stands by the window, covering her mouth with her eyes curved, as if she wants to laugh but is too embarrassed to do so.

The next step involved giving money to Wang Po to mediate, and Pan Jinlian, as expected, couldn't resist...

The words were written just right, making one's heart itch with desire, yet without being blatant.

Wang Fushang felt as if he were the one taking out the money, squatting by the wall, waiting for Wang Po to knock on the door.

The next volume features scenes of Pan Jinlian seducing others, exuding allure.

She sat half-sitting on the edge of the bed, her clothes half-undone, her eyes sparkling as if she were speaking to Wang Fushang through a painting.

That posture, that expression—every detail was precisely placed in the most tantalizing spot.

After watching these scenes in succession, Wang Fushang's breathing became noticeably heavier. His gaze was fixed on the screen, unwilling to look away. He subconsciously reached out to turn the page, but his fingers touched nothing.

He looked up at Qin Chuan with a bewildered expression: "Manager Qin, that's it? What happened next? How could it be so short?"

Seeing this, Qin Chuan's smile became even more composed.

That's exactly the reaction he wanted.

How much can you sell just erotic pictures for?

No matter how exquisite the painting is, it's just a one-off transaction.

But erotic illustrations with a storyline are different. The characters have backgrounds, and the plot has hooks. After reading the first volume, you'll be eagerly anticipating the second.

Moreover, in order to make the audience feel immersed in the story, Qin Chuan did not depict Ximen's face at all; he only showed his back, and only a small part of it. This was all to make the audience feel immersed in the story.

He simply didn't believe that Master Wang could withstand such a devastating attack, and the result was exactly as he had predicted.

Qin Chuan slowly said, "Master Wang, please don't be in a hurry. This first volume is just to let you see the art style. The story that follows is truly exciting. However, Xiaoxiaosheng has been working day and night these past few days, and the second volume is not yet finished. If you can't wait, you can pay a deposit first, and I will deliver it to you first when the new volume comes out."

Upon hearing this, Wang Fushang did not hesitate at all and directly took out a silver note and placed it on the table: "I've paid the deposit first. Once the second scroll is finished, Manager Qin can be the first to deliver it."

Qin Chuan glanced at the silver but didn't reach for it. He simply nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master Wang, I've accepted the deposit. Once the second scroll is finished, I'll have someone deliver it to your residence."

He paused, then added, "But let me make this clear from the start: after the second volume comes out, there will be a third volume."

Volume Four, each volume has a different price. If Master Wang finds it too expensive, he doesn't have to buy it; we won't force him.

Upon hearing this, Wang, the wealthy merchant, was not deterred at all. Instead, he seemed to be provoked by something, slamming his fist on the table: "Buy! Why not buy! As long as the painting is good, money is no problem! Manager Qin, let me tell you, you let Xiaoxiaosheng paint well, and you'll get whatever money is due. I, Wang, am not the kind of person who's stingy!"

Qin Chuan then reached out and put the silver note into his sleeve, a smile appearing on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "With Master Wang's words, I can explain things to Xiaoxiaosheng. Rest assured, you are the only one in Qinghe County who will be able to see this set of comic books first."

Wang Fushang nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, then packed up the scroll and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something, and took out two invitations from his pocket and handed them over. "Steward Qin, my daughter is getting married in three days. If you have time, please come to our mansion for a celebratory drink. If Xiaoxiao is interested, you can bring her along as well."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan accepted the invitation and replied with a smile, "You're too kind, Mr. Wang. I will certainly pay my respects in person that day and ask for a cup of celebratory wine. I will also convey Mr. Wang's kind wishes to Xiaoxiaosheng."