Demonic Demoness Training Project

【Aikido - Disintegration State】—Open!

hum!

The next moment, Lu Li felt a buzzing in his chest, as if a small fan was running at full power inside. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lu Li would have even suspected that he had eaten a high-powered heat sink.

Clang clang!

Immediately afterwards, the kitchen knife and wood-chopping knife on the ground seemed to be pulled by something, began to tremble violently, then rose into the air, flew to Lu Li's side, and then exploded with a bang.

boom!

The rusty blade shattered into countless dust and iron filings. Lu Li spat out a white stream of liquid from his mouth and nose. This stream, carrying iron filings, sliced ​​across his body and easily cut the reins binding him.

Upon witnessing this unexpected turn of events, both Qingyang Palace disciples paled. They immediately drew their swords and held them horizontally in front of them, retreating to create distance and staring at Lu Li with wary expressions.

"Who exactly are you?"

Lu Li remained silent, staring intently at the two men and attempting to manipulate the iron filings through his breath.

Just now, he was fish on the chopping block, and now, he's nothing more than a desperate fugitive.

His attempt to fight against cultivators with a kitchen knife and a wood-chopping knife was nothing but reckless folly. Now, these two mortal weapons have turned into iron filings, which, under the swirling aura, hurtle towards the two disciples.

"Oh no, retreat quickly!"

The senior brother withdrew and retreated, but the junior brother reacted a beat too slow. He swung his sword to block, and slashed down at the raging wind with great momentum. Little did he know that the wind was an invisible thing. The blade tore the air in the middle, splitting it into two streams, but the raging wind still carried iron filings forward.

"what!"

The junior brother screamed as the iron filings shot into his eyes, mouth, and nose, entering his body. A strong smell of rust spread in his mouth, and he couldn't tell if it was real rust or his blood.

The man lost his sight and swung his spirit knife wildly. Lu Li, supporting his heavily injured body, barely managed to dodge and continued to manipulate the iron filings to attack his opponent.

Although the iron filings were small and made from ordinary iron, which was not only rusty but also extremely fragile, they were transformed by the strong wind into flying blades, unleashing terrifying power that was enough to cut through the skin.

Lu Li was operating the Qi-Gathering Cauldron for the first time, and with his divine sense weak, he was somewhat powerless, but he still tried his best to send the iron filings towards the man's vital points.

Pfft pfft pfft!

The opponent was covered in wounds from the iron filings, blood gushing out. His roars grew fainter and fainter until he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight back.

The process was quick, taking only a few breaths. In contrast, his senior brother was already terrified. He rushed out of the dilapidated temple and turned to run away.

What a coward!

Lu Li cursed under his breath and chased after him with all his might. If the other party returned to Qingyang Palace, he would definitely inform the others and attract even more powerful cultivators. So this person must die!

Thinking of this, Lu Li took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, spitting out a white stream of energy, which he then launched at his opponent once more.

Chapter 9 But there's no one above me anymore.

The disciples of Qingyang Palace fled swiftly, a fierce wind sweeping across the land, destroying everything in its path with devastating force, and soon caught up with the man's footsteps.

Countless iron filings struck the man's feet, causing him to scream in agony before collapsing to the ground. Blood spread across his leggings. Seeing no hope of escape, the man turned to fight back.

Seemingly having learned from the lesson of his junior brother's previous death, this person held a spirit sword and twirled it in front of him, the sword tip turning into a full moon, blocking the remaining iron filings.

At this moment, the two were ten meters apart. Lu Li manipulated the iron filings with the combined gas cauldron, and its limit was exactly this distance.

Lu Li had been a fish on a chopping board not long ago, and knew the terror of a cornered beast's struggle. Moreover, his opponent's weapons were swords, and his opponent had a certain level of swordsmanship. Therefore, Lu Li dared not rely on the Qi-Gathering Cauldron to engage in close combat.

Buzz!

The Aikido was pushed to its limit, emitting a huge roar. Lu Li remained at a distance, keeping his distance from his opponent to deplete their stamina.

But soon, Lu Li discovered the problem. He also had a wound on his chest, from which blood was gushing out. His dark blue coarse linen clothes were stained dark red with blood.

Although the wound did not reach any vital organs, the bleeding was incessant. If this continued, he would likely be the first to give out.

On the other hand, the person in front of him, although he had been stabbed in the chest at the beginning, had stopped bleeding.

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt a strong sense of crisis. He clearly remembered that the man had taken out some ointment, applied it to the wound, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

If he wants to survive, he must kill the other person and get the ointment.

Thinking about the suffering he had endured these past few days, Lu Li felt incredibly stifled.

Anyway, he has no money and can't earn much. If he wants to survive and cultivate immortality, then he'll just rob!

hum!hum!hum!

The rotor inside the aikido spun faster and faster, the buzzing sound deafening, and the outer shell gradually turned red, making Lu Li's chest feel hot, as if there was a real fire burning inside. Lu Li took a deep breath.

Air enters the gas-breathing vessel and is compressed again and again until it reaches its limit. Lu Li then suddenly exhales this air.

puff!

The airflow from below to above tore through Lu Li's throat, and the blood that flowed out was blown into mist before finally gushing out of his mouth as a streak of crimson light. The iron filings had not yet landed when they were swept up again.

The man once again raised his sword to parry, but this time, the spirit sword could not withstand the impact of the iron filings and finally shattered. Without the protection of the spirit sword, the crimson sword attacked the man's body without reservation.

Click click click!

The series of cracking sounds were the sounds of the man's bones breaking. He could no longer hold on and, with a thud, he began to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Ah, please don't kill me! I didn't know you were here. I have offended you. Please, please have mercy and spare my life. I am a disciple of Qingyang Palace. If you are willing to show mercy, I will reward you handsomely when I return."

"A generous reward? I don't believe you for a second!"

"You can't do this! I'm Elder Wang's newly chosen disciple. You can't kill me! I have connections!"

"But there's no one left above me..."

Now that he has no ties to bear, what is there for him to fear?

Lu Li's eyes were dejected, and his fists clenched unconsciously. He was already bloodthirsty. He stood at a distance, raised his hand and waved it. The crimson ribbon fell from the sky and finally severed the man's neck.

puff!

In an instant, a head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

Lu Li stood there blankly, his chest heaving violently. It took a long time for the pain to subside. His vision blurred, turning black and white, and he almost fainted.

Lu Li walked over and kicked the headless corpse lying on the ground. The corpse turned over, and Lu Li squatted down and rummaged in the pocket at its waist.

The pocket was about the size of two palms, but it was an ordinary pocket with little space inside. It wasn't the storage bag Lu Li had imagined, but Lu Li did find what he wanted inside the pocket.

It was a bottle of ointment. Following the other person's example, Lu Li squeezed out some and applied it to his wound, then forcefully squeezed the muscles together.

At first, the wound was a little painful and itchy, but the pain and itching gradually disappeared after a while. Lu Li let go again. From the outside, the wound was still there, but it was no longer bleeding. The torn muscles had miraculously stuck together, and even the pain had lessened a little.

Lu Li looked at the ointment in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and sighed that it was indeed a wound medicine used by cultivators, and was truly extraordinary.

If this were in my previous life, I would have needed at least a dozen or twenty stitches to stitch up this kind of laceration.

Thinking this, the voice in his mind immediately poured cold water on Lu Li.

"Kid, why do you look so naive? Let me make this clear first, this stuff is called a blood-clotting ointment. It only helps stop the bleeding and temporarily seals the wound; it can't heal your injury at its root."

"Will it recur?"

"If you don't treat it afterward, it will still ulcerate and become infected."

"I see."

Lu Li nodded. This was equivalent to stitching up the wound first. Afterwards, medication and disinfection would still be needed, and the patient would need to rest and avoid strenuous exercise. Even so, the effect of this hemostatic ointment was quite miraculous.

"Cough cough..."

Lu Li cleared his throat and adjusted his voice. He had noticed that his voice seemed to have changed since earlier. At the age of fifteen, his vocal cords had just matured.

But now his voice, though still childlike in tone, has become much longer and more sustained. Lu Li even feels confident that he can now play "Phoenix Tail Bamboo" on the gourd flute without taking a breath.

"Stop coughing, you're not choking."

"What about my voice?"

"The aikido machine and your trachea were replaced together, so it's normal for your voice to change a bit. Once you replace your vocal cords with the [Enchanting Voice Box] in the future, you'll be able to adjust the tone at will."

"The Enchanting Sound Box? Is this also a mechanical device? What a effeminate name, lacking any masculine vigor."

"Hehehe."

Mr. Duan simply smiled and remained silent in response.

Compared to that, Lu Li has a more pressing problem right now.

"Who exactly are you, and why are you helping me?"

"Me? I am a celestial being from heaven. I saw how pitiful you are, working hard and burdened with debt, so I descended to earth to show you the way."

Lu Li looked on with suspicion. Since he was born, he had been surrounded by all sorts of swindlers. These guys were either smiling with a knife in their hearts, or spouting nonsense, or acting in a high-sounding manner. On the surface, they were doing it for his own good, but in reality, they were robbing him.

He was all alone, and there was no one in the world who would be kind to him for no reason anymore. So when others spoke to him, especially when they offered him benefits, Lu Li would subconsciously question them first.

"Who do you think you are, some kind of deity!"

"Ah, I am a deity from the Jade Palace."

Would the immortals of Baiyujing use people's lives as leverage or their organs as collateral for loans?

"You little brat, how can you be so ungrateful? Don't gods need to eat? Why can't gods lend money?"

When it comes to immortals, Lu Li subconsciously thinks of them as transcendent beings.

In reality, it's not like that. In this world, everyone is driven to death by wealth, and even cultivators are not immune. Immortals are even richer than oil. It's possible that all the immortals in this world are just as vulgar, a den of snakes and rats.

Seeing Lu Li's thoughtful expression, the old woman continued to embellish the story:

"You should trust me. Although I lend money, I am a good person. From now on, you can call me Old Master Duan, but if you insist on calling me your mentor..."

"Okay, Senior Duan, so what exactly is your purpose?"

"Hey, you kid, why are you so suspicious? You probably don't know how many people kowtowed and broke their heads trying to become my disciple."

With his keen sense of smell, Lu Li grasped the crux of the problem. He had read a lot of online novels in his previous life, and although the current cultivation world was far from what he had imagined, he could still make a lot of connections based on the other party's few words.

"Back then? Is this how you've fallen on hard times now?"

Chapter 10, Sixty-six and Sixty-six percent of a kidney.

Realizing she had misspoke, Ms. Duan was taken aback at first, but she quickly came up with an excuse to cover it up:

"Believe it or not, this is just a wisp of my spirit. My true form is a celestial being. You are fortunate enough to have met me, which is a blessing earned through eight lifetimes of good deeds."

"If you don't believe me, you might as well call yourself the system."

"System? What does that mean? What does it have to do with a system?"

"The system is the one that gives out rewards when tasks are completed."

"Ah yes, I am the system, you're right."

"If you had claimed to be the system from the beginning, I might have believed you to some extent, but since you're only saying it now, I don't believe you."

"You silly boy, you're so hard to please. I am your destiny, why don't you believe me?"

"..."

After more than a decade of hard work and the loss of loved ones, Lu Li had come to terms with reality. He never believed he was the protagonist. After this conversation, Lu Li was even more convinced that this man surnamed Duan had ulterior motives.

Lu Li searched the two corpses for a while but found no dry food. He only found sixteen spirit stones and several bottles containing pills.

"what is this?"

"Bigu Dan" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula for fasting).

Is this poisonous?

"What do you think? Why call something poisonous a 'fasting pill'?"

"Oh."

Lu Li carefully examined the jet-black pill. It looked like a chocolate bean from his previous life. He picked up a small amount of powder, carefully sniffed it, and then licked it.

"It's a little sweet."

The two of them had a total of thirteen fasting pills on them. One pill per meal would be enough to satisfy their hunger, so Lu Li put them away.

Then he picked up the knife and sword hilts from the ground, both of which had been damaged in the battle. As for the pincer technique, Lu Li had some experience because he had practiced the Pressing Technique and had also learned from others at the private school.

He disassembled it effortlessly; although it was damaged, the array patterns inside still had reference value.

In Nanyang Town, where Lu Li lives, schools and stamping workshops mainly train and employ fitters, whose main job is to make components.