You Talk Too Much

"Squelch!"

A pale, withered ghost claw with three-inch-long nails pierced through Lin Zhennan's chest without any warning!

In the palm of that ghost claw, a bright red, still-beating heart was clutched.

"Urgh..."

The wild joy on Lin Zhennan's face froze instantly.

He looked down blankly at the hand protruding from his chest.

That hand... was very familiar.

It was the hand of his "son", Lin Junchang.

"Fa... ther..."

A cold, ethereal whisper, seemingly from the deepest depths of hell, sounded right next to Lin Zhennan's ear.

"You are old."

"This Sacred Fetus is too nourishing. I fear your old bones... are too weak to handle such a tonic."

Lin Zhennan turned his head with great difficulty.

He saw his eldest son, Lin Junchang, whom he had always regarded as a useless, subservient piece of trash, clinging to his back.

But he was no longer "human."

Lin Junchang's physical body hung on him like a piece of torn clothing, and a dense, ghostly aura continuously poured out from his seven orifices.

Within that ghostly aura, a hideous, twisted ghost face was greedily tearing at Lin Zhennan's protective spiritual light.

"A ghost... a ghost cultivator..."

Lin Zhennan's pupils contracted violently. He tried to mobilize the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame within his body to counterattack.

But to his horror, he found that the spiritual energy within his body had completely spun out of control at this moment!

"Are you looking for this?"

Lin Junchang's other hand gently snapped its fingers.

Buzz!

The Blood Demon Fetus that should have been under Lin Zhennan's control actually turned around and opened its arms toward Lin Junchang.

"As early as three years ago, I added a little Soul-Guiding Incense to my sister's medicinal soup."

An incredibly filial smile appeared on Lin Junchang's ghost face. "This Sacred Fetus grew up in my sister's belly, so naturally, it grew up drinking my Soul-Guiding Incense."

"It recognizes my scent."

"Compared to you, an outsider who possessed a body, it is much more willing to be close to me... its uncle."

Squelch!

Lin Junchang squeezed forcefully, directly crushing Lin Zhennan's heart!

Immediately after, he opened his ghost mouth, wide enough to split to the base of his ears, and sucked violently at the crown of Lin Zhennan's head.

"Ah——!!"

The remnant soul of the demonic path elder inside Lin Zhennan's body let out a desperate scream as it was forcefully extracted by Lin Junchang and swallowed whole!

A generation's overlord, having schemed his entire life, ultimately became food for his own "son."

"Burp..."

Lin Junchang casually tossed Lin Zhennan's corpse into the magma pool below like a piece of trash.

Subsequently, his figure merged with the Blood Demon Fetus.

The magma surged, and heatwaves towered into the sky.

At this moment, the Crimson Flame Suspended Platform had become an Asura Hell.

Zhu Lie and Zhao Fen were long gone. The moment these two martial brothers from the Blazing Sun Holy Land witnessed Lin Junchang devouring his father and merging with the Blood Demon Fetus, they did not hesitate to burn their blood essence, executing a blood escape art to flee.

Sect missions, Golden Crow fire seeds—none of it was as important as their own lives when facing a quasi-Golden Core level monster.

Now, on the massive suspended platform, the only one still standing was Lin Junchang, who could no longer be called "human."

That crystal-clear, pink Blood Demon Fetus floated in mid-air. Its originally blurred facial contours were writhing and restructuring at a visible rate, ultimately transforming into Lin Junchang's sinister and fanatical face.

He discarded his originally weak and decaying physical body, his divine soul completely taking over this flawless artificial Dao Foundation.

"Wonderful... truly wonderful..."

Lin Junchang raised that tender arm, pink as a lotus root, and stared obsessively at the dark golden blood flowing beneath the skin.

That was the perfect product of the fusion of the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame and maiden's blood essence.

"Father, do you see this? This is the true rise of the Lin family!"

He took a deep, intoxicated breath, his gaze sweeping playfully toward the corner.

Over there, there was still a dead man and a piece of trash.

"Roar——!"

A shrill sword cry suddenly rang out.

Covered in mud, Ugly Slave Ji Shuanghua, holding a black iron heavy sword, charged recklessly at Lin Junchang like a maddened leopardess.

Her body, under the lingering aftereffects of that kick, was in a state of extreme, hyperactive dissociation.

Subconsciously, she felt that if that man was still playing dead, it must be because he wanted her to make the first move.

If I can hold him off for just a moment... even if I get sent flying...

Will he look at me again?

Will he use that disgusted look again and ruthlessly stomp my face into the dirt?

"Get lost! Don't block the way!"

Ji Shuanghua roared. Only she understood the meaning behind this baffling sentence.

She swung the heavy sword, slashing out an incredibly tragic and fierce black sword aura.

"Heh, an ant overestimating its own strength."

Lin Junchang didn't even glance at her; he simply waved that tender little hand casually.

Boom!

A dark red wave of blood fiend aura crashed down with the force of toppling mountains and overturning seas.

Crack!

The black iron heavy sword in Ji Shuanghua's hands shattered inch by inch. Her entire body was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily next to Gu Yang's corpse.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood dyed the ground in front of her red, and a few drops even splattered onto Gu Yang's gray robe.

Agonizing pain.

Her internal organs felt as if they had all been shattered.

Yet, on Ji Shuanghua's mud-smeared ugly face, a sickly flush appeared. She painfully turned her head to look at the motionless corpse beside her, extending a trembling hand to wipe the bloodstains from his robe.

"It... it got dirty..."

A hand—a slender, powerful hand entirely devoid of the aura of death—suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Immediately after, like throwing away trash, it ruthlessly flung her hand aside.

Gu Yang opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the pile of corpses.

This crazy woman was truly baffling!

Gu Yang now only wanted to stay far away from her.

He ignored the lunatic in front of him and stood up.

"Ha... ha ah..."

Ji Shuanghua lay prone on the ground, her entire body trembling violently. In those bloodshot eyes, there was no anger, but rather a thick, unresolvable obsession welling up.

Gu Yang looked at Lin Junchang in mid-air.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to freeze.

Clap, clap, clap.

Gu Yang clapped lightly.

"Brilliant."

"Truly brilliant."

Gu Yang took two steps forward, ignoring the terrifying blood fiend aura permeating the surroundings. "A loving father and a filial son; the mantis stalking the cicada. I must admire this play you've put on, Eldest Young Master Lin."

Lin Junchang floated in mid-air, his voice mocking.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Li, you're finally awake?"

He sized up Gu Yang with great interest. His gaze was like that of a child who had just received a new toy—innocent yet cruel.

Lin Junchang was in no rush to make a move.

He had just obtained this perfect body, and power was continuously surging up within him. This feeling of being in control of everything made him feel incredibly good.

A hint of amusement appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, do you know?"