Chapter 186: You... Want to Be Connected to Me Too?

Just as Chen Huai’an was about to enjoy life...

A chill swept in from behind, accompanied by a sinister hiss.

“I'd like to see who dares to destroy my foundation and kill my Bone Porcelain Girl!”

Chen Huai’an abruptly turned his head.

On the rock wall behind him, a massive white porcelain face was rapidly forming.

Compared to the delicate, oval-faced Bone Porcelain Girl, this face looked imposing and solemn... Narrow eyes, a wide and square mouth, with two dabs of red on thick lips that contrasted starkly with the pale porcelain, adding an eerie touch.

That mouth was too big... Couldn’t it be a little smaller?

Chen Huai’an thought to himself with regret.

Meanwhile, the Bone Porcelain Mother, now fully formed on the rock wall, reached out a claw toward him.

“You... want to be connected to me too?”

Chen Huai’an tilted his head, then suddenly drew the Blackscale Sword.

Swoosh...!

A crimson sword aura slashed diagonally, extending ten zhang, shattering the ghostly hand.

Black blood splattered from the broken porcelain, staining an entire section of the wall.

This single strike startled the Bone Porcelain Mother, who had come seeking revenge.

She stared coldly at Chen Huai’an’s face, which was still devastatingly handsome despite being splattered with black blood. She memorized his appearance, but at the same time, realizing that she had only just descended and hadn't yet recovered her full strength, she hesitated—if she fought this monster now, it wouldn’t end well for her.

A retreating thought formed in her mind.

“Interesting! I’ll remember you... We’ll see who prevails next time!”

She began withdrawing into the rock wall.

But ten zhang away, the dark figure standing still suddenly lunged forward.

Boom...!

A sword stabbed into her face.

“Heh heh heh! Don't leave now! This is your chance to become the foundation of my path to the Dao!”

Black blood spurted from the wound on the Bone Porcelain Mother’s forehead.

Chen Huai’an pulled out his sword and immediately stabbed again.

His arm swelled into an unnatural arc, his wrist wound tight like a high-tension spring. In less than a second, he had stabbed dozens of times.

There was no technique, no sword intent—he was wielding the Blackscale Sword like a hammer... yet the sheer force still made the Bone Porcelain Mother howl in agony.

The already fragile Bone Porcelain Ruins could no longer withstand the destruction. The ceiling rocks collapsed in chunks.

The Bone Porcelain Mother had never encountered such a lunatic before!

If she couldn't win, she could at least flee, right?!

Ignoring the pain in her face, she didn’t dare continue fighting and hastily retreated, making a quick escape.

Chen Huai’an kept drilling the wall for another ten minutes.

Only when his pent-up aggression was fully vented did his mind clear up, allowing him to think again.

“Who am I? Where am I? Did I do all this?”

He stared at the airtight ruins around him, completely dumbfounded.

A gust of wind blew past... and his work pants dropped to the ground.

“F***! Where’s my belt?! Who the hell stole my belt?!”

...

“Governor Chen, are you saying that you killed dozens, maybe even a hundred, General-rank Bone Porcelain Girls in the underground ruins?”

At the J Province Demon Slayer Bureau...

Chen Huai’an, Xiang Xiaoyuan, and Zhao Ying sat on one side, with Huang Gubei and Lin Chen on the other.

“I know it’s hard to believe,” Chen Huai’an clasped his hands together, his expression serious. “But, it’s the truth.”

“Uh... We have full faith in your strength,” Huang Gubei hesitated before cautiously asking, “but do you have any proof? You know, when we slay demons, we usually collect materials from their bodies. These can be exchanged for resources and serve as evidence of our hunt.”

“No,” Chen Huai’an shook his head.

“That can be arranged,” Huang Gubei pursed his lips.

“It really can’t.”

He would have loved to keep something as proof...

The problem was, he had devoured every last bit of the Bone Porcelain Girls—there wasn’t even a speck left.

Where was he supposed to find evidence now?

“Then what about your combat recorder?” Huang Gubei tried a different approach.

Chen Huai’an tilted his head, recalling a fragment of memory—his swelling muscles bursting through his clothes, the recorder falling from his chest. He had been too focused on killing the sinister entity at the time to notice, and... stepped on it, crushing it to pieces.

Xiang Xiaoyuan placed the shattered remains of the recorder on the table, pursing her lips in an awkward smile. “Maybe we can try data recovery?”

“The card is shattered—it can’t be restored,” Huang Gubei picked up the warped memory card, sighed, then turned his gaze back to Chen Huai’an. “Governor Chen, we absolutely believe in your strength and your experience... but the bounty requires approval from headquarters. If you could provide any evidence, we’d at least have something to report. Otherwise...”

Crackle...!

Lightning arced across Chen Huai’an’s palm as he smiled.

His foot twisted against the ground...

Boom...!

The alloy flooring cracked instantly, and the entire office sank three inches.

The meeting room fell silent.

“Sigh.” Huang Gubei swallowed his words along with his saliva. “How about this—you provide some leads? We can’t just let you walk away empty-handed.”

The meaning was clear.

Since Chen Huai’an had no physical evidence or combat footage, he could just make something up—like suggesting the Bone Porcelain Girls were backed by a more powerful sinister entity, or that they were tied to some deeper secret.

It didn’t matter if it was true or not.

Even fabricated intelligence could fetch some rewards.

“Killed means killed. Not killed means not killed.” Chen Huai’an snorted coldly, unmoved. “A man of honor takes what is rightfully his. I won’t stoop to fabrications for a reward—I will claim what is rightfully mine!”

Uh... Was there something strange mixed into that statement...?

Huang Gubei didn’t have time to think too hard about it. He simply smiled awkwardly and tried to appease the man in front of him.

“Governor Chen, J Province Demon Slayer Bureau’s funds are jointly controlled by the Lin family and headquarters. I wasn’t the governor before, and I have even less authority to allocate funds now. That’s why I’m telling you we have to go through the official channels... Otherwise, I’d have wired the money to you already.”

“Cut the nonsense. I can prove it myself.”

Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes, sparks of electricity flashing as a hint of menace gleamed in his gaze.

“To tell the truth, there really is an old monster behind those Bone Porcelain Girls. I fought it... and it ran! That thing knows exactly how many I killed. I’ll just capture it and bring it here!”

Honestly, even he had no idea how many he had slain.

His mind had been blank at the time... and he had lost his belt.

All he knew was that he had met the basic requirements for the first volume of the Heavenly Demon Technique.

All that was left was to consolidate his gains.

“I see!” Huang Gubei immediately seized the opportunity and grinned. “So you’re saying... there’s a stronger sinister entity behind the Bone Porcelain Girls! That alone is worth at least ten million! You’ve done a huge favor for our J Province Demon Slayer Bureau!”

“Oh? You don’t believe me?”

Chen Huai’an sneered as he stood up.

“Once the clock strikes midnight tonight, I’ll bring that old monster here myself... Just don’t wet your pants when you see it!”

Lin Chen frowned slightly as she watched Chen Huai’an stride away.

‘My lord... My lord?’

Did that mysterious sinister entity have some connection to Chen Huai’an...?

Why did they both love referring to themselves as ‘my lord’...?

She tried linking Chen Huai’an to the grotesque demonic claw but found the idea too far-fetched.

His abilities were sword aura and lightning—both had nothing to do with sinister entities, and lightning specifically countered them.

There was no way he was connected to that monstrous presence.

“Still... is it just me?”

Her gaze, filled with intrigue, traced from Chen Huai’an’s waist down to his long legs as she muttered to herself...

“He looks taller...”

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