Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 151 - 123: Glitch Exploit?

Chapter 151: Chapter 123: Glitch Exploit?

Wu Xiaode walked slowly.

The streets were teeming with monsters.

The small demons crawling along the tops of the walls all had human faces, their vacant eyes searching for life.

The ground was crawling with snakes, small lizards, scorpions, and centipedes, scurrying about in disarray.

The human skeletons that had been consumed, however, were arranged rather neatly.

Rows of skull heads were stacked in a corner of the wall.

When the wind blew, some of the skulls would tumble down, immediately arousing the attention of the demons.

The demons would pick up the skulls and carefully place them back on the pile of skulls.

Although he knew he shouldn’t, Wu Xiaode still couldn’t help but wonder—

Could monsters also suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder?

It wasn’t until he saw several demons boasting to each other about the pile of skulls beside them that he understood.

They were competing over who had eaten more people.

Wu Xiaode stood still, calming his emotions, and continued to ponder.

"Sun lasted roughly several hours initially," he said to himself.

"Zhao Zhibing is stronger than him, and she has talismans and the protection of the White Crane, so she should be able to hold out for an even longer time," he reasoned.

"But I still need to hurry..."

Wu Xiaode placed his hand on the Book of the Dead.

Boom!

The Book of the Dead and the surrounding Void instantly billowed with waves of fog.

"Come on, I’m waiting for you," Wu Xiaode said in a low voice.

The mark left by the White Tiger on the wall shimmered.

The Void parted to both sides.

The Spirit of the White Tiger leaped out, landing on the ground, its eyes brimming with the desire to kill.

"Is there killing needed here?" it asked, licking the corners of its mouth.

"Yes, I suppose you are quite interested in collecting Chang Ghosts," Wu Xiaode said.

"Of course, I am a collection master. Acquiring various Chang Ghosts is how I enhance my strength," the White Tiger said, grinning widely to reveal its long fangs.

"Interested in demons?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The White Tiger looked around and quickly understood.

"Of course, I’m interested. I enjoy collecting those demons with human faces on their bodies," the White Tiger said with interest.

"Why?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"They are sufficiently twisted—they were either originally humans who have been transformed into world-destroying creatures by the Demon Gods, or they are the offspring of the Demon Gods. Due to consuming too many humans, too many resentful spirits have attached to their bodies, causing their skin to form human faces," the White Tiger explained.

Wu Xiaode remembered the Demon Spider perched on top of the palace.

Its entire outer skin was covered with human faces.

How many people had it eaten?

"We need to hurry... perhaps let’s start by killing a few large ones," Wu Xiaode said.

He leaped gently onto the top of the wall, sprinted swiftly, twisting his body lightly in mid-air, and reached out to press down on the neck of a demon.

It was a green-scaled bird-bodied, human-faced demon with long claws.

Wu Xiaode’s fingers gripped its neck, and with a twist—

Crack!

The demon’s neck was snapped instantly, and it fell off the wall, twitching on the ground for a while, then lay still.

The White Tiger, amidst the silent Demon Mist, landed in front of the monster’s corpse and spoke:

"There are many bird-faced demons, but this kind with green scales is quite rare. I’ve always lacked one in my collection. Thank you for this time," it said.

Its paw pressed down on the ground—

The demon suddenly leaped up from the ground, making "gurgling" noises, and looked around.

The surrounding demons thought something had happened to it. But upon closer inspection, wasn’t it fine?

The commotion that was about to erupt suddenly subsided.

All of a sudden,

something happened.

Somehow, Wu Xiaode found an extra slip of paper in his hand.

He hadn’t seen clearly how it happened, nor had he felt any wave of Magic; in any case—

The single slip of paper had become two.

Wu Xiaode pulled out the slip beneath.

On it were a few crooked lines of small script:

"We’ve decided to stop exploring that place."

"Because this sort of deathly ’Intermediate Layer World’ does not fit with our aesthetics, nor is it at all amusing."

"However, we’ve still left for you and your friends a way to enter the expansion pack:"

"Recite the spell: ’Enter the expansion pack’."

"Additional explanation: This is not some parallel world; it is the true Intermediate Layer World, situated between the realms of life and death."

"P.S.: You can bring your friends along for the adventure!"

Wu Xiaode was momentarily stunned.

Expansion pack?

’Intermediate Layer World’?

...He remembered now.

Back then, in the Mirror World, after splitting open Corpse Mountain, he had discovered the bronze door but was unable to enter it.

So the fairies had entered it and found a place to settle down?

—After this matter was over, it might be worth checking out.

Wu Xiaode pocketed the slip of paper, kicked off the ground, and leaped onto a large tree.

The tree was covered with monsters.

He looked around and quickly singled out a long snake with a purple pattern.

Where this snake was, other monsters stayed far away.

——Worth taking over!

Wu Xiaode stepped on the branches, slowly crouched down, and watched the purple long snake that coiled at the center of the tree.

How to kill it?

The snake was about as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and judging from his fighting instincts, Wu Xiaode was fairly certain about one thing.

——If he used his fists, one punch wouldn’t do the trick.

If he had had a knife, it would have been easy.

But he had broken two knives in a row.

What other method could he use to cut through its body and quickly end the fight?

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and quietly recalled the swordsmanship taught by that spirit.

Long Moon Sporadic Shadows.

This one sword technique could even slay a Black Dragon——

But he had never even had a sword hilt, so he had put off practicing his swordsmanship.

Now...

To save time, he had no choice but to substitute his hand for a sword, to kill more monsters, preparing for the final battle against the "mourner of the soul."

Wu Xiaode gently tore off the talisman on his arm and soundlessly fell downward.

He was like a fluttering leaf, drifting down to the branch where the purple long snake lay coiled, then extended two fingers——

Sword shadow!

A vague long shadow emerged from between his fingers, solidifying into a semi-transparent sword form, piercing through the purple Demon Snake’s neck like a startled swan.

Shua——

The snake’s head was neatly severed.

Only at this moment did the Demon Snake move its eyeballs as if sensing some kind of danger.

It opened its mouth wanting to spit something out, completely unaware that its head had already been chopped off.

The White Tiger, silently following Wu Xiaode, landed on the branch and lightly pressed on the snake’s body with its paw.

The snake’s head instantly flew back and reattached to its body.

It transformed into a Chang Ghost, collected by the White Tiger.

Only then did Wu Xiaode land on the ground and look back at the White Tiger on the branch.

The entire process, although it seems slow when told, happened in just an instant.

The other monsters around had not even had time to react yet.

"This sword strike can certainly be called fiercely intense!" exclaimed the White Tiger.

"No need for praise, let’s continue," Wu Xiaode said.

"You seem to be in a hurry?"

"Yeah, I have to fight a monster."

"What kind of monster?"

"The mourner of the soul."

"Oh, I’ve already sensed its presence. In my opinion, if we collect a few more monsters, we indeed have a chance to take it down, but what about after that?"

"You mean——"

"It has a ’God’ with it, we can’t deal with that thing, and all is in vain," sighed the White Tiger.

Wu Xiaode, however, didn’t care at all and said, "I was just thinking of a method."

"No method will work, that guy is the harvester of soul crops," said the White Tiger.

Wu Xiaode persisted, "What if——"

"The moment I kill it, you immediately turn it into a Chang Ghost——"

"Could it be that the ’God’ attached to it will also be under your control?"

The White Tiger was stunned.

"I don’t know... I have never encountered such a situation..." it muttered softly, confusion rising on its fierce countenance.

What kind of mind does this kid have?

How does he always come up with these strange and unusual things?

Before, he pretended to be a member of the Holy Sect, and ended up impersonating the Pontiff himself.

And now he’s here to glitch the system.

In the end, is my Chang Ghost Skill stronger, or is the ’Death God’ condensed by the Demon Gods stronger?

I want to know too!

Shua——

Two fingers brought forth a blurry sword shadow, slicing another passing monster to pieces.

Wu Xiaode felt he had gained some insights into the application of swordsmanship.

He spoke earnestly, "When a monster dies, with the ’Death God’ within it——whether it will be collected by you or not, who will know if we don’t try? What if it works? Then wouldn’t you have a ’Death God’ Chang Ghost?"

Interesting...

Too interesting...

The White Tiger, excited by the proposition, gathered the Chang Ghost with a swipe of its paw, growling:

"Who knows what the result will be? Let’s go! Let’s try it out!"

"Let’s go!"

Wu Xiaode swung his arm, slicing a passing unicorn with a human face and a horse’s body in two.

The White Tiger skillfully collected it as a Chang Ghost.

The man and tiger quickly headed towards the palace.