I'm a magnetic field madman

"Don't worry, big brother, I'll be fine!" Qian Shuang patted her chest and said earnestly...

Wu Jie nodded silently and tossed the silver coin toward the city gate guard...

The currency, launched straight out, struck the rude, lewd man right in the eye like a flying pebble!

"Ugh, you damn brat!"

The city gate guard covered his left eye and angrily said, but he didn't dare to do anything... because Wujie's action just now was a warning, and also a way of telling him about the power he possessed.

It may not be powerful, but it can definitely kill you.

The kid must be at least a warrior or general level expert to kill such a powerful magnetic field beast. They are not the kind of lackeys they can mess with!

After giving these lewd men a warning, Wujie led his hunted prey into the city.

The city, a dark yellow color, perfectly complements the desolate landscape. Earthy yellow stones form everything in this uninteresting city, dim and stagnant.

Wujie remained silent the entire way, simply leading his prey to the familiar slaughter market.

"Here it comes again? What a huge magnetic field boar! Only someone with at least the strength of the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm could handle this thing."

A middle-aged butcher wearing a vest and apron held a huge steel knife in his hand... The blood-stained blade gestured at the giant mutated wild boar, and he clicked his tongue...

"But this is all I can give you this time."

Such a huge mutated wild boar, in the end, only managed to buy less than seventy silver coins.

Wujie didn't argue, because the butcher in front of him was an acquaintance... and the fact that he could only offer such a price now could only mean that the market was simply not doing well.

He silently put the money back into his purse, not intending to inquire further... while the butcher in front of him was rambling on and on with a lot of nonsense.

"Hey, have you heard? The Iron Blade Martial God recently ordered everyone to find a girl... It's said that the girl might hold the secrets of the Hell Path..."

Wujie simply ignored the butcher's words as nonsense, the path of hell?

A Thousand-Army God of War? That legendary thing is certainly something that everyone on earth desires, but it's just a desire.

Moreover, Wujie could not possibly be someone capable of obtaining the Thousand Army Martial God.

After leaving the slaughter market, Wujie went to the medicine market, spent most of his seventy coins to buy the necessary medicinal materials, and then left.

He didn't have much time left. His mother needed these medicines; her health was deteriorating rapidly, and she might not have many days left to live...

Wujie couldn't express how he felt. Whenever he saw his mother tossing and turning in pain on her sickbed, Wujie felt nothing but sadness and helplessness.

But perhaps for a mother who had toiled and suffered her whole life, a peaceful death would have been a better ending...

Because there's no need to worry, no need to suffer, and no need to fret about him and Qian Shuang over there.

The terrible thought of not being a son made Wujie try his best not to think that way. He simply took the medicine he bought for his mother and did what a son should do.

However, when he returned to the city gate, the commotion gave him a bad feeling.

But then they saw Qian Shuang holding his alloy dagger in both hands, surrounded by several guards...

The blood-stained dagger and the city gate guard lying on the ground were enough to explain what had just happened.

"You brat, how dare you cause trouble in Iron Blade City! Today we're going to skin you alive and make your own sofa!"

The city gate guard, lying on the ground, clutched his bleeding waist and screamed at Qian Shuang, while the surrounding guards prepared to swarm him.

"Get out of my way!"

Without bothering to figure out what had happened, Wujie rushed forward... his fists clenched as he slammed them at the two guards who were trying to attack his brother.

The fists, crackling with electricity, were so heavy and deadly, imbued with supernatural power, and contained a kind of simple and straightforward martial arts. Those two punches instantly knocked down the two guards.

"Big Brother!!"

Qian Shuang, wielding an alloy dagger, stabbed the hands of a guard who had ambushed her from the side, severing him completely, while shouting towards Wu Jie... At this moment, Wu Jie also noticed that there seemed to be someone hiding behind Qian Shuang.

A girl with long silver hair, azure eyes, delicate and lovely.

"These guys want to take this girl away..."

"Now is not the time for nonsense."

Wujie kicked the city gate guard to the ground, glanced into the distance, and said in a deep voice...

"go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wujie ran wildly towards the wilderness outside the city gate. Anyone who caused trouble in Iron Blade City and was caught would be executed by the Iron Blade Clan.

Without hesitation, Qian Shuang grabbed the girl behind her and chased after her brother.

As the stars began to fall, at the edge of the vast sky, three small voices fled towards a complex canyon area.

They have to shake off their pursuers, which may require them to take a longer, detour.

25. The Spiritual Realm

"A boring dream."

Bai Wujie, observing the dreamscape composed of his memories from a third-person perspective, could only say in frustration...

Because it is indeed very boring; it is just his memory, a part of what he has already experienced in his mind, and it is a part with little value.

He had thought his dreams might be interesting, but now it seemed that even if he actively entered a dream, Bai Wujie, with his overly strong self-awareness, would never have any bizarre or wonderful dreams.

Now that things have come to this, there is no need for him to investigate any further.

The memories were dull, the dreams were dull, and everything was so tedious that Bai Wujie didn't even want to continue sleeping.

So he left his dream.

But instead of waking himself up, he entered his subconscious realm.

This pitch-black space seems to be revealing Bai Wujie's inner world... or perhaps, it is a manifestation of a powerful being who has perfected every aspect of the brain's control over the body, annihilating the subconscious.

Bai Wujie closed his eyes slightly, and soon, two divine weapons appeared in his hands.

One was a slender, curved blade as cold as the moon, while the other was a longsword burning as hot as the blazing sun.

"Swallowing the moon, chasing the sun, it's been a long time."

Bai Wujie stroked the two divine weapons that once belonged to him, feeling the burning blade of Zhu Ri like a fiery eye, and touching the frozen, cold blade of Tun Yue as brilliant as a star.

The lingering sigh is a longing for everything that once was. He came into this world and began a new chapter, but he had already lost everything he once possessed.

But there's nothing to lament about. A new beginning means starting from scratch... But Bai Wujie firmly believes that he will take back everything he once had, and even become stronger!

Within this subconscious realm, his body reverted to its original towering height of two and a half meters…

A silver cloak made from the hardest reverse scales of the alien dragon beasts fluttered behind her. She wore a dark sleeveless top, and her long silver hair fell down, with the ends tied into black braids at the back of her head.

But right beside him, one figure after another appeared.

He was a young man with almost the same appearance and heterochromatic eyes, but with short black hair, a resolute face, a deep red cloak, and a sword with a hilt inlaid with red gems.

“Brother, it has been a while since we last met.”

Bai Wujie looked at the young man, at this young man who seemed to be a mirror image of himself, and said softly...

However, he would not respond to Bai Wujie, Bai Qianshuang in this subconscious realm, his younger brother, who was merely a self created by his subconscious split.

Even so, this is not a fake person that Bai Wujie fabricated to comfort himself.

Because Bai Qianshuang in this subconscious realm was also looking at him with a pained, struggling, and resolute gaze.

This is Bai Wujie's split personality, which is proof that he once tried to control the legendary God of War of Hell, but failed.

But he did not fail, because he successfully integrated these consciousnesses. In this realm of the subconscious, he only needed one thought to expel these consciousnesses.

But he didn't do that. Perhaps it was because the long-awaited dream was lonely, or perhaps it was because he simply wanted to use this rare opportunity to dream to pass the time.

And then, one after another, the same figure appeared beside Bai Wujie...

A man with a stature even taller than Bai Wujie, with pale hair and beard as disheveled as a lion's, deep eyes, and a cloak as black as ink.

One was a man who bore a resemblance to Qian Shuang, but with long, jet-black eyebrows and a long black trench coat, his face resolute and silent.

"Father, elder brother..."

Bai Wujie looked at the two of them, but a smile that was hard to describe appeared on his face...

“I never imagined that my subconscious would materialize you all. Yes, that’s how it is, and that’s how it should be…”

Bai Wujie's voice gradually deepened. He held the Devouring Moon in his left hand and the Chasing Sun in his right, aiming at the two people from his memories, and laughed heartily and wildly...

"Let's use this battle of wits to pass the time in this boring world!"

"Father, elder brother, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"

"Hey, let's fight!!"

……

Just as Bai Wujie and the clones created by his own personality in the subconscious realm were killing each other, Yanmeng's plan encountered a huge obstacle.

Or rather, his plan ended before it even had a chance to begin.

"asshole!"

Enraged, Tanjiro now pursued Enma's true form like a madman...

Even though the main body has become symbiotic with the train, these separated tentacles are still part of Nightmare's body.

Being killed will deplete resources, and depletion will require nutrition; insufficient nutrition will lead to starvation.

Even unscientific ghosts cannot escape this most basic law of life.

The reason why Nightmare was in such a sorry state can be simply summarized as—OOC (Out of Character).

He created a dream to try and bewitch Tanjiro, but after failing, he encountered a backlash, so he decided to take direct action.

Then, as always, he wove some dreams that could weaken human willpower.

But who could have imagined that Tanjiro would wake up almost instantly and immediately start wielding his Nichirin Blade to wreak havoc!

The boy who fought while carrying his younger sister now danced with fiery Kagura, just like his father who once danced in the snow. Inside the flesh and blood train that had become a den of demons, he was now performing Kagura of flames.

One, two, four, eight.

Enraged, Tanjiro didn't even realize that he had been performing the sword dance that he used to be exhausted after just one or two moves.

Perhaps, just as Bai Wujie said, the power he bestowed upon Tanjiro is gradually transforming him into a "non-human" being like Bai Wujie.

The most obvious manifestation of this is that Tanjiro's physique begins to "swell" abnormally during battles...

But instead of becoming a fat guy, his muscles exploded and his height increased by at least ten centimeters!

The Nichirin Blade looked rather short in his hands!

"Quack!! How could this be? Is this kid a Pillar too?!"

Inside the train, Enmu screamed in panic... because if things continued like this, Tanjiro's continued attacks would likely leave him without enough power to maintain his symbiotic relationship with the train.

Just then, Tokito Muichiro, who was standing next to him, yawned deeply, rubbed his eyes, and lazily got up.

This is truly a disgrace!

Nightmare's face was extremely pale. A little swordsman who was much stronger than expected was already difficult for him to resist... If a pillar were added to the mix, how could he possibly withstand it?

"No, you can't do this! We have to eat some humans!!"

Nightmare screamed so rudely, his teeth clenched. He had to eat, he had to replenish his nutrition... otherwise the train might not even make it onto the designated track in time!

However, his actions will not succeed, because the passengers are controlled by another ghost.

"Idiot, maintain control of the train! I'll use these humans to hold off these two demon hunters!"

Ling Yuzi's undisguised mocking voice rang in Yanmeng's ears, but at that moment he couldn't care less about that annoying voice...

It would be more accurate to say that having such a fellow ghost was incredibly good news for him at that moment.

And just as Ling Yuzi said, those passengers who should have been asleep suddenly had their eyes pop out...

Under the control of the arrowhead seed within its body, it howled and pounced on Tanjiro and the newly awakened Muichiro.

Tanjiro, who was just moments ago slaying demons with great flair, suddenly found himself in a fierce battle.

Although he was furious, he was still rational and couldn't possibly draw his knife and kill these ordinary people.

The train's cramped space is not like that of Mount Natagumo back then; even if you wanted to leave, there was no room to escape.

"Quack! You despicable bastard!"