Chapter 195: I Am the Demon

Chapter 195: I Am the Demon

The second battle trophy— the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva’s Jade Ring.

It was made of white nephrite jade, exquisitely crafted, giving off an ancient and mysterious aura.

Chen Huai’an frowned.

Not because it looked worthless—but because it had a series of numbers etched into it: 137.

"Wait..."

"Didn’t the Soul-Suppressing Nail from the Corpse King, Di Jiang, also have the number 137?"

To confirm his memory, Chen Huai’an pulled out the Soul-Suppressing Nail from his inventory and placed the two items side by side.

Sure enough—

The 137 on both artifacts was identical.

If it had been carved by hand, then whoever did it was the same person.

"Interesting."

He ran his fingers over the jade ring, narrowing his eyes.

At first, he thought the 137 on the Soul-Suppressing Nail indicated that it was the 137th nail produced.

But that theory didn’t hold up anymore.

The jade ring wasn’t a mass-produced item like the Soul-Suppressing Nails.

It was purely decorative.

So that meant 137 wasn’t a quantity—it was a serial number.

Which led to an even bigger problem.

If the Di Jiang he killed was #137,

And the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva he killed was #137...

Then where were the others?

How many more Di Jiangs and Bone Porcelain Bodhisattvas existed in this world?

And—

Who was the one numbering them?

What purpose did they have for categorizing sinister beings and demons like this?

Whoever it was, they were definitely not weak.

And now that Chen Huai’an had killed two of their numbered creations...

He had probably caught their attention.

"That’s not good..."

He sighed inwardly.

There’s no way this person is friendly.

The fact that they released beings like Di Jiang and the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva meant that they were an enemy.

And at his current strength, he wasn’t ready to fight someone like that.

"I need to get stronger. Fast."

Right now, cultivating Spiritual Qi would accelerate the revival of the cancerous demonic dragon in his body.

So he hesitated to cultivate every day.

But now, with the Heavenly Demon Technique, he could temporarily switch to body cultivation.

Body refinement required massive resources, especially at the early stages, where a cultivator needed huge amounts of medicinal pills to build their physique.

Originally, this would’ve been a problem.

But he had the Sword Pavilion backing him.

He could also trade with the Pill Sect and Lingxi Valley.

If he wanted, he could instantly acquire every resource he needed for body cultivation.

Just like now—

Many of the pills crafted by the Sword Pavilion disciples were perfect for body refinement.

And he had another thought.

The Heavenly Demon Technique could refine and absorb sinister entities.

So...

Could it refine the demonic cancer dragon in his body?

Chen Huai’an pressed the call button next to his hospital bed.

A nurse quickly entered.

"Governor Chen, do you need to use the restroom? I can help you walk over... or if it's inconvenient, I can... hold it for you..."

Chen Huai’an: "..."

He stared silently at the blushing nurse.

Honestly—sometimes, being too handsome was a curse.

Especially for a righteous man like him.

"I want to use the training room. Arrange it for me."

He swiftly snatched his shoes from her hands and put them on.

The nurse pouted slightly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I can help you put them on next time... You're still a patient."

"I have epilepsy. If I kick you by accident, I might kill you."

Chen Huai’an stared straight ahead, eyes so serious they looked downright evil.

This was the J-Province Demon Slayer Bureau’s affiliated medical center, dedicated to treating injured Demon Slayers.

It had several rehabilitation training rooms for recovery exercises.

Chen Huai’an shut the frosted glass doors of the training room and settled onto a meditation mat.

But before he could begin—

A loud chatter erupted outside.

He glanced up—

And nearly blacked out.

The hallway was jam-packed with nurses, completely surrounding the entire training room.

"Damn it! All of them are witches!"

Chen Huai’an shut his eyes, ignoring them, and took out a handful of Marrow Cleansing Pills.

Then, he activated the Heavenly Demon Technique.

His consciousness dove deep into his body, seeking the demonic cancer dragon hidden beneath his Thunder Spiritual Root.

Outside—

The nurses whispered excitedly.

"Who’s that guy? He’s making such a huge commotion while training!"

"That’s the C-Province Governor, Chen Huai’an~ That rebellious, devilish energy—so hot!"

"Wait... But C-Province doesn’t even have an officially appointed governor yet?"

"Who cares?! We only recognize Chen Huai’an, baby~!"

Inside—

Chen Huai’an was completely unaware that he had just acquired a fan club.

He was focused on a deadly game of Go—

But the board was his flesh and blood.

The lines were his meridians and pressure points.

And the pieces were his own active cancer cells—infused with demonic energy.

Across from him, the shadowy form of the demonic cancer dragon coiled, smirking with malice.

"Little one, why do you insist on fighting me?

I am a part of you. Strengthening me is strengthening yourself~"

Its twisted body slithered, its voice sickly sweet—but its eyes burned with killing intent.

Ever since Chen Huai’an’s active cancer cells had fallen under his control,

And ever since he had stopped cultivating Spiritual Qi,

The demonic cancer dragon’s life had been hell.

It was now trapped in one corner of his Thunder Spiritual Root, unable to move.

The other cancer cells, now obedient to Chen Huai’an, constantly bullied it by singing old love songs at it.

Every single day.

Nonstop.

"I am the true master of this body.

You? You’re just a stray dog that tried to bite its owner.

One day, I’m going to boil you alive and make dragon stew."

Chen Huai’an placed a piece on the board.

"Pa—!"

The active cancer cells, infused with demonic energy, transformed into a blood-red wolf and rampaged across the board.

The demonic cancer dragon retaliated, summoning black mist-like pieces to form a sinister black serpent.

A battle erupted—

The two sides clashed fiercely, blood-red wolves tearing through black-scaled serpents.

For a while, it was a stalemate.

"It’s pointless."

The dragon sneered.

"This battle will only end in mutual destruction.

Your meridians will be damaged. Your foundation will weaken."

But as the fight dragged on—

The black pieces dwindled.

The dragon looked up—expecting Chen Huai’an to be exhausted.

Instead—

Chen Huai’an calmly flicked his fingers.

A wave of blood-red pieces flooded the board.

The wolf mutated, growing larger and larger.

It sprouted flaming wings.

Two bulging growths formed on its neck.

And in seconds—

It grew two more heads.

A three-headed blood demon beast.

Pure. Overwhelming. Malice.

"Y-you—"

The demonic cancer dragon’s eyes widened in horror.

"Why don’t you need Spiritual Qi?!"

Chen Huai’an grinned, revealing rows of sharp fangs.

"Because I am the demon.

What the hell do I need Qi for?"

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