Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"I really want to eat it!"

As Chen Mo looked at the cicada spirit displaying its might, this thought flashed through his mind.

The desire for one's own flesh is at play.

"Snapped!"

He slapped himself hard across the face. "Eat you!"

Eating everything will only harm you!

Fang Yingxia, who was originally standing next to him, gave him a strange look and silently moved to the side.

......

Outside, Shen Dajiang's hand, gripping the ghost-head knife, bulged with veins.

He did not answer.

Because he knew that what it said might be true.

That kind of trembling from the depths of one's soul cannot be faked.

He had killed demons and evil spirits in his life and seen all sorts of strange and wonderful things, but never before had he felt such a sense of urgency that he shouldn't have provoked them.

"I, Shen, have lived for fifty-seven years," Shen Dajiang said through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. "I've seen a lot of things, and I've boasted even more."

The compound eyes of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master flickered.

"You say you're a god?" He held the demon-headed sword horizontally in front of him, the dark red patterns on the blade gleaming brightly. "Then why are you trembling?"

The six limbs of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master were indeed trembling slightly.

It's not because of fear.

It's because maintaining that door consumes too much energy.

Its true form is indeed dormant in another place, and it would require a huge price to pay to project the power of its true form here.

Fine cracks have begun to appear on its cicada wings, and the intricate patterns are gradually disintegrating.

It won't last long.

But you can't let Shen Dajiang find out.

"Am I shaking?" the original poster chuckled repeatedly. "I'm excited."

"It's been so many years since I've encountered an opponent as full of vitality as you. Once I devour you and use your body as a vessel, you'll be ten times stronger than that brat surnamed Zheng."

As it spoke, its mouthparts, which had already stretched to over three feet, slowly turned towards Shen Dajiang, the needle tip aimed at his brow.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too much. My venom has a numbing effect; you'll just feel a little coolness, and then..."

Before the Listening Rain Pavilion Master could finish speaking, a sudden, sharp pain struck his mind, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

The pain wasn't like being chopped or hacked, but rather an explosion from the depths of the soul, as if someone had taken a red-hot steel needle and pierced right through its consciousness.

Its compound eyes trembled violently, and its millions of tiny eyes lost focus at the same time. Its mouthparts, which were originally aimed at Shen Dajiang's brow, suddenly retracted, and its six limbs went limp at the same time, causing its entire body to sink down.

"who......."

It only had time to utter this one syllable.

The excruciating pain had not yet subsided, and his consciousness was still trembling. Before he could even see who was attacking him, a violent blade of light had already slashed towards him.

It was Shen Dajiang's ghost-headed dagger.

This strike was unlike any other before.

The dark red patterns on the blade were no longer flickering like breathing, but were now completely ablaze.

Blood and qi surged wildly from Shen Dajiang's body, flowing down his arm into the blade, where they exploded at the edge, transforming into a three-zhang-long blood-red blade of light.

This strike left no room for retreat.

Shen Dajiang staked all of his fifty-seven years of cultivation on this one strike.

The Listening Rain Pavilion Master only had time to raise two segments of his body to shield himself.

Click!

Severed arthropod.

Green slime splattered.

The blade's edge didn't pause at all, continuing to slash down, cutting through its chest, through its half-human, half-cicada torso, and cleaving out from its waist, bringing with it a cloud of foul-smelling blood mist.

The body of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master was cut in two.

Its upper and lower body separated, and it fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The six broken segments were still twitching, and the cracked cicada wings were still trembling unconsciously, but the huge compound eyes had begun to lose their luster.

"you……"

"You...know...this is just...a...clone..."

Shen Dajiang leaned on the knife, panting heavily, his face deathly pale, and even the hand holding the knife was trembling.

"I know, so what?"

He looked down at the two still twitching bodies on the ground and spoke coldly.

"Then...you still..."

"Cut down one clone at a time," Shen Dajiang said. "When your main body arrives, cut down the main body as well."

The compound eyes of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master flickered.

The light grew weaker and weaker, like an oil lamp about to burn out.

But before it went out completely, it suddenly laughed.

"My...will remember...you..."

"It will...find...you..."

"One by one... slowly... search..."

The light in those compound eyes finally went out completely.

Only two pieces of remains remained on the ground, with green slime oozing from the broken pieces, seeping into the soil and making a hissing sound.

The twitching of the six limbs gradually decreased in intensity and eventually subsided.

Shen Dajiang sheathed the ghost-head saber, and the dark red patterns on the blade gradually faded, returning it to its original appearance.

He waved to the team members beside him, signaling them to deal with the two pieces of wreckage.

"Director Shen is awesome!"

"Director Shen is amazing! That strike was absolutely brilliant!"

Shen Dajiang listened expressionlessly, but his gaze swept past the crowd and looked into the building.

Over there, Chen Mo was leaning against the wall as he walked out, his face as white as paper.

"I'll do it, I'll do it. How could I trouble you seniors with something as simple as collecting the body!"

Upon seeing the corpse, Chen Mo, despite feeling dizzy, rushed over in a few quick steps, his face beaming with a warm smile.

He pushed aside several team members who were about to make a move, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Brother, you look so pale, are you alright?" someone asked.

"Alright, alright, young people have good constitutions, you've recovered!"

Chen Mo waved his hand and squatted down next to the two pieces of wreckage. "This thing is dangerous. What if it's poisonous? Don't touch it. Let me do it. I'm tough."

As he spoke, he reached out to move the upper half of the body.

The movements were very natural.

So naturally that no one noticed, his fingers paused slightly when they touched the pair of cracked cicada wings.

Then......

Click.

A very soft sound.

Nobody heard it.

His fingertips had already caught a fragment of a cicada wing, about two fingers wide, translucent, and gleaming with a dark luster in the firelight.

The movement was so fast it was like magic; the fragment had already slipped from his fingertips into his sleeve, where it felt cool against his skin.

"This thing is disgusting," he said, continuing to move the remains. "It's green and oozing juice."

"Be careful not to get that slime on you," a team member warned.

"I know, I know."

Chen Mo lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadows.

His finger twitched again.

This piece is even larger; it fell from where the cicada's wing broke off at the base, and it's almost half the size of a palm.

As he moved the wreckage, he casually pressed the fragment under his palm.

hiss.

It's so hot.

The moment the fragment touched his palm, it suddenly became scalding hot, like a piece of iron just pulled out of a fire.

Chen Mo almost screamed, but he gritted his teeth and forced the scream back down his throat.

It was hot, but he didn't let go.

The thing seemed to have a life of its own; it wriggled against his palm for a moment, and then it actually melted into it.

Chen Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked down at his palm.

The palm was completely unharmed, without any wounds or scorch marks; the cicada wing looked as if it had never existed.

But Chen Mo could feel a strange heat surging from his arms to his chest, flowing through his limbs and bones.

The heat wasn't scalding; rather, it felt like soaking in warm water, carrying a strange vitality.

warm.

It felt like I was carrying a hot water bottle.

"Chen Mo?" someone called out to him, "What are you staring at?"

"No." Chen Mo came to his senses and found himself still squatting on the ground, holding the half of the remains in his hands, his posture as stiff as a statue.

He put the wreckage into the bag and stood up.

As he moved, two more fragments slipped out of his sleeve and he quietly tucked them into his palm.

It didn't burn this time.

The two fragments lay quietly in his palm, cool to the touch, like two pieces of jade.

Chen Mo stuffed them into his pocket.

"Alright, alright, all done." He clapped his hands, turned around, and tried to slip away.

"Chen Mo".

A deep voice came from behind me.

Chen Mo's body stiffened.

He slowly turned around and met a pair of dark eyes.

Shen Dajiang stood three steps away, watching him.

The look in his eyes wasn't fierce or angry; he just stared quietly, like watching a child stealing candy.

Chen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Director Shen... Good evening."

Shen Dajiang didn't say anything.

He simply walked up to Chen Mo and glanced down at his pocket.

Chen Mo's trouser pockets were bulging, and the outlines of two cicada wings were faintly visible.

Shen Dajiang's gaze lingered on it for a second.

Chen Mo felt like he was doomed.

That old man was so fierce when he was chopping down the cicada spirit, he'll definitely be even fiercer when he chops down himself.

"cough."

Shen Dajiang suddenly coughed.

Chen Mo shuddered.

"Um..." Shen Dajiang finally spoke, "Your captain is still lying over there, what are you dawdling about here for?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't you going to send him back for treatment right away?" Shen Dajiang frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. "What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to invite you?"

Chen Mo blinked before he realized what was happening.

"Yes, yes, yes! Director Shen is right! I'll go right now!" He took off running, but after a couple of steps he turned back, "Director Shen, you should get some rest!"

Shen Dajiang stood there, watching the kid run away in a flash, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Old Shen." Someone came over; it was his deputy, Old Zhang. "That kid just now..."

"What just now?" Shen Dajiang interrupted him.

Old Zhang wisely shut his mouth.

Shen Dajiang glanced down at the bag containing the remains on the ground.

The bag was open, and the pair of cicada wings inside were tattered and missing several pieces.

"Fall back."

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