The Thirteen Trials of the Deceptive Monk

"Cough! You bastard, you repay kindness with enmity!"

Faris chuckled maliciously: "No, no, you don't know this. You were just possessed by a vengeful spirit, and I was saving you!"

Lu Wenjun clutched his stomach and stepped back: "So that's how it is, brother. I really misunderstood you—damn, there's a vengeful spirit here, watch out!!"

Lu Wenjun unleashed a swift hook punch! Faris retaliated with a vicious cross punch! The terrifying smiles on their faces were enough to terrify even the most ethereal spirits!

"What a coincidence, I saw it too. It's a huge spirit right in front of you."

"You must be seeing things. Being possessed by a spirit is very dangerous!"

"You're the one who's been possessed! I had no choice but to come and save you!"

The two sides began a brutal struggle under the guise of exorcism. Their fervent fighting spirit almost made the mist itself retreat! The ordinary spirits around the lake were too terrifying and quietly fled!

But at that moment, both Lü Wenjun and Faris felt a chill run down their spines. They experienced an even more terrifying gaze... like a demon from hell seeing Satan!

Where does this terrifying feeling originate? The answer is the silent observers of the Magical Art Studio members. Those stylish and seemingly well-mannered people are wearing utterly wicked smiles.

"Ah..." "I see." "Because he was possessed by a spirit, there was nothing he could do..." "So that's another trick..."

Lu Wenjun trembled slightly: "This is bad. I feel like something even more terrifying has appeared."

Faris's lips turned blue: "Is this it? Is the human heart more terrifying than spirits, as legend says?"

"It's less terrifying and more ugly. It's an ugliness that reveals a terrifying, human abyss!"

Chapter 50 The Courage to Give Up! (Fifth Update)

The members of the modeling club, true to their elite status, reacted much faster than ordinary students. One of them, who was pretending to build a wooden house, raised a hammer and rushed towards Chai Luo, shouting loudly, "It's bad, club president! We've been possessed by a spirit!"

Chai Luo was shocked: "What?! The spirits tonight are so ferocious?"

He immediately tried to get up and dodge, but the surrounding members silently threw ropes, precisely binding Chai Luo's ankles. Chai Luo fell face-first to the ground! The sledgehammer came crashing down on Chai Luo's head!

"That was dangerous! Watch out for my mid-stage exorcism triple strike!"

Lu Wenjun lunged forward, gripping the hammer handle with his left hand and delivering three consecutive blows to the opponent's chest with his right fist. The hammer-wielding member groaned and fell to his knees. But then, a sound of wind came from behind—the sound of a sharp blade being drawn.

It's Vice President Chia! The vice president pulled a large knife from his backpack and slashed at Chai Luo's head!

"This one's been possessed too, be careful, boss, you're going to die!"

Chai Luo twitched on the ground like a worm: "You've got it backwards! Have some willpower! Isn't your specialty the assimilation technique? Why is your mental strength so weak?!"

"(laugh)."

"Hey, the vice president just gave a terrifying smile! This is bad! This spirit is corrupting him too! It feels like it's even corroding his heart!!!"

The vice president raised his broadsword high above his head, bringing it down with the force of a mountain cleaving. Just then, Faris stepped forward from behind. He hoisted a log and rammed it like a battering ram, sending the vice president flying like a city gate being opened! The vice president's mouth was so wide open from the impact that it was almost dislocated!

"You damned exorcising log!!!"

"Pfft—!"

The vice president, sent flying, rolled five times on the ground before landing face-first in the mud. He trembled, his rear end sticking up, and cried out, "You...you fucking...you don't even have magic tools! What kind of exorcism is this?!"

Faris put the log down without changing his expression: "Senior, look closely, isn't this a magic tool? It's the one I made on the spot with my amazing sensibility... the Sacred Exorcism Log."

“Where is the sacredness? I ask you,” said Lü Wenjun.

Faris pointed to the two protruding sections at the top of the log: "Didn't you see? I carved it into the shape of a cross and wrote the four sacred words on it. It's protected by the Holy Spirit."

"Whose house is this, whose Holy Spirit is protecting the devil?!"

After finally managing to untie the rope, Chai Luo stormed over, yelling, "A log is a log! What does it have to do with magic tools?! Don't insult our art with your amateurish scribbles!"

"Do you really have to be so serious about this? I'm increasingly reluctant to save you," Faris said.

“This thing… this thing…” Chai Luo rubbed his eyes, “It really is a magical artifact.”

"Really?!" Lü Wenjun exclaimed in shock.

"A simple magical artifact created by directly infusing a spell formula? You've got quite an artistic talent..."

Vice President Chia, sticking his butt out, yelled, "Is this what you call artistic talent? This blockhead? Chai Luo, are you blind?!"

"It just needs some polishing in terms of design. Vice President, can I borrow your knife for a moment?"

Chai Luo spent a long time using a large knife to sharpen the front end of the log, turning it into a wooden stake that sent chills down your spine just by looking at it.

"Look, like this."

Faris nodded repeatedly: "Impressive, this looks like it can really exorcise spirits."

"If you use this thing to exorcise a demon, I feel like the person being possessed will explode, and it will leave them with a lifelong psychological trauma," said Lü Wenjun.

Faris hoisted the sacred wooden stake used for exorcism and plunged it into Vice President Chia's raised buttocks. The vice president let out a highly artistic scream before foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.

"The effect is excellent, isn't it?"

"Wow, that's amazing! I could even see the vice president's spirit flying through the air, clutching his butt. It's truly art."

Faris pulled out the sacred exorcism stake and carried it on his shoulder, while Lü Wenjun moved his hands, which were wrapped in exorcism gauntlets. The two of them exchanged friendly glances.

"Alright, who else is possessed by a spirit?"

"Don't be afraid, seniors! We're offering exorcism services free of charge!"

The members of the Magic Art Styling Club cowered under that intimidating gaze. They carried the murderous intent accumulated from years of resentment towards their president, as well as a desperate act of malice... However, these emotions were utterly insignificant in the face of the violence and shamelessness of their two juniors!

If the club members are an ugly abyss, then the two of them at this moment are the eighteenth level of hell below the abyss, the golden exorcist brothers who make evil spirits run for their lives!

Some members even wanted to try to resist: "We won't fight a magic-based war..."

Lu Wenjun emitted a series of savage, trilled sounds: "Want to fight, you bastard? Have you ever seen blood, you bastard? You mere college student, show me some respect, you bastard!"

“Eek, ee…!”

Faris raised the cross stake like a spear: "Huh? What's that awful sound? Are you trying to provoke me? Stick your ass out!"

"No, no! Ahhh!"

The club members' fighting spirit nearly collapsed at this moment! In the end, they were just a group of art students who did some artistic stuff. Even though they were a year ahead, they didn't have much practical combat ability, and their momentum was nowhere near that of these two thugs.

The weaker members were already prepared to give up. They looked at the vice president, whose pants were soaked with blood, and whispered to Chai Luo, "President, please ask our two junior brothers... our two big shots! Please, our two big shots, stop. We promise we won't be possessed again!"

Chai Luo nodded: "In my opinion, possession is a low-probability event that won't happen repeatedly. The vice president and the others didn't do it on purpose, so everyone can relax a bit, hehehehe."

The two bigwigs and many members turned their heads and stared at the ghostly version of Chai Luo, who was pale-faced and had deer antlers on his head.

Lu Wenjun grabbed his collar and shook him violently: "After all this trouble, you've been possessed, you idiot!"

Possession? Me?

"Your laughter has turned into a 'hee-hee' sound; the Holy Spirit is going to be so angry he'll close his eyes!"

The club members whispered, "Shouldn't we exorcise the club president now?" "Good idea." "There's no reason to let him off the hook."

"The members who had given up were rekindled with new desires. Why are they all looking at us with such expectant eyes?"

The already deceased Vice President of Chia, in a final burst of energy, struggled to reach out his hand. His eyes were filled with tears.

"It's no longer acceptable for the club president to still have a intact ass. Please, just... just poke the club president to pieces too...!"

"Just how much do you hate the club president? — Running a club like this is hopeless!"

What to do? Should we really fight? Giving Chai Luo a good beating right here and then calming things down seems like a good option.

Just as Lü Wenjun hesitated, Faris suddenly reached out. He said seriously, "No, the vice president's tone has changed very unnaturally..."

"What you're saying is indeed... Could it be?!"

The two stared intently at the vice president, whose eyes were vacant, his consciousness clearly far removed from reality… yet he continued to speak. Hidden behind him was another antler-like spirit.

"Damn it, that antler-covered creature can create clones!"

Faris decisively grabbed the wooden stake and blasted the vice president a second time. After another artistically convulsing episode, the vice president collapsed. However, the antler spirit leaped up and disappeared into the mist, leaving no trace. Only mocking laughter echoed from within the mist.

"Hehehe, a mere magician cannot capture a spirit; we spirits are everywhere."

"It's rare to see so many idiots come knocking on our door. Tonight, we'll feast on their flesh and blood!"

Amidst laughter, the antler-like spirits transformed and multiplied... transforming from a mere phantom into 11 people, equal to the number of club members! The multiplied antler-like spirits, in a savage, quadrupedal posture, charged at the unsuspecting club members from behind!

"Watch closely, this is my true form... the Wendigo form, which can unleash my full combat power!"

"Damn, this guy's got some serious connections!" Faris exclaimed in surprise.

The Wendigo originated from Native American legends and later evolved into a common evil spirit in Western horror stories. Legend says they dwell in cold forests, possessing humans and devouring their own kind, transforming into transparent, horned monsters. There are also theories that the Wendigo are inherently monsters that prey on passing humans.

This creature appears to be a fundamentalist Wendigo… that is, an evil spirit that possesses the living and devours their flesh. It's an incredibly ferocious monster!

Amidst a terrifying "Heh-ha-ha" laugh, the antler-adorned vengeful spirits, now splitting into multiple members, simultaneously charged at them, attempting to possess them. Their arms overlapped with the members' legs! Their illusory half-bodies, like horse bodies, hung suspended behind them! Their heads, topped with antlers, pounded out from the members' groins like battering rams! Forming a horrifying two-headed, half-human, half-deer posture!

The crotch-wearing deer-antlers shouted in unison, "Look closely, this is the real Wendigo!"

"It's fucking ugly!" Lü Wenjun shouted.

Faris went berserk: "You apologize to all the horror novelists who have written about Wendigo!! Wendigos aren't this kind of ugly thing!!"

The Wendigos below, their deer heads...ghost heads...spirit heads, sneered: "You have nowhere to run. Offer up your flesh and blood for tonight!"

The club members rolled their eyes in unison, and under Wendigo's control, raised their weapons again. Meanwhile, the possessed Chalo clung tightly to the ropes. In the blink of an eye, the two were surrounded by the entire Magical Art Studio.

Not only that... the possessed members began to create manifestation spells such as fireballs and lightning, and Wendigo could control their magic after possessing them.

The encirclement gradually tightened, forcing Lü Wenjun and Faris to defend back-to-back. Both of them felt a bit of pressure.

"This is bad... If we fight a proper magical battle, we'll have absolutely no advantage..."

"Use your springy legs to run away?"

"He can run, but walking like that is fucking embarrassing."

Faris's expression turned serious: "Then let's use that one."

Lu Wenjun was shocked: "You...you're serious? Are you going to abandon your last line of defense?"

Faris gripped the stake tightly, his eyes gleaming with a golden light!

"Remember now, you came here to become a brave person. A brave person must never back down over a mere pair of pants! If you retreat here..." Faris roared, "Pershka and Kano will spread our shameful act throughout the entire academy!"

That sentence awakened the deep-seated "fear" in Lü Wenjun's heart! And what awakened in that dark and terrifying heart was the "courage" to abandon the bottom line!

"You're right. So-called 'courage' is the 'awareness' of taking off your pants in front of everyone!"

He resolutely stepped forward, shedding his spiritual trousers—revealing his radiant divinity!

"Wh-what?! You are, a god?!" Wendigo exclaimed in shock.

A divine aura, flowing like sunlight, brought affinity to intelligent life. Faced with Lü Wenjun's gentle smile, even the possessed members lowered their guard… revealing smiles as if in a trance. At the same time, Faris grabbed a wooden stake and dashed behind the Wendigos!

"Ultimate move, Twelve Consecutive Demon Exorcism Strike."

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh—!"

Faris swung the wooden stake and stabbed twelve times, each attack hitting a vital spot. Led by the club president, Chai Luo, the members of the Magical Art Studio collapsed, their buttocks sticking out, to the accompaniment of an artistic chorus. The phantoms of the Wendigos dispersed and gathered together, looking at the members' bleeding crotches, then turning to the deity beside Lü Wenjun, its deer face filled with terror.

"You...you two bastards, you're not even human!! Damn it, don't let me ever see you again!"

Wendigo uttered a harsh threat and swiftly disappeared into the fog. Lü Wenjun pulled up his (mentally) trousers, his expression like that of an old monk who had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

Faris exclaimed, "Your divine crotch is truly valiant..."

"Stop fucking bringing up your crotch, that's not how you use that word..." Lu Wenjun covered his face. "What do you mean? You mentioned having targeted techniques before, right? Can you show me how?"

Faris grinned maliciously and slammed the wooden stake into the ground.

"Hehe, let me show you the results of my recent cultivation."

Deep within the mist, the Wendigo, fleeing in terror, suddenly crashed into an invisible wall. Terrified, it hastily changed direction and fled, only to collide with it again seconds later! Again! Again!

Centered on the wooden stake driven by Faris, an invisible cage formed within a fifty-meter radius. Even illusory spirits could not pass through that cage; no matter how hard Wendigo tried, he could not escape!

A nonchalant voice came from behind it.

"Dude, when you read ghost stories, have you ever wondered why the stories from different countries always take place in the same few haunted locations, far removed from broad daylight?"

“In terms of magical theory, it’s the gathering of monsters that led to the birth of the ‘spirit land,’ and the ‘spirit land’ attracted even more monsters, right?” Lü Wenjun chimed in.

“Yes, yes, that’s the generally accepted argument. But I find another way of putting it more interesting,” Faris laughed. “How about we turn the thinking around?”

The correct logic is that monsters create sacred places, and these sacred places attract monsters.

The logic of thinking in reverse is as follows: