Chapter 232: The Suicidal Outer World Demon
Ji Zhi focused his energy and activated the Dao of Time. Slowly opening his eyes, his double pupils deep and mysterious, he began to trace time backward.
“Come on, I just asked you to look a few days back. What’s with the ceremony? Anyone watching might think you’re digging into something from two or three hundred years ago,” Jiang Li said, speechless.
Ji Zhi glared, his double pupils exuding authority. “You don’t get the mood.”
Thanks to Jiang Li’s interruption, the atmosphere was ruined. Ji Zhi dropped the formalities and, with a blink, saw how Xiang Gu summoned the Outer World Demon.
“It was a man named Xiang Gu who summoned it. Here’s what he said.”
The vocabulary was strange, stiff, and difficult to understand. Ji Zhi mimicked it word by word with great effort.
“Never heard that language before. Could it be the language of the Outer World Demons? Elder Immortal, what do you think?” According to Nine Provinces records, Outer World Demons only ever went “roar” and “hah.” They’d never heard any other kind of speech.
Immortal Elder Changcun stopped dissecting the demon. “It should be the demon’s language—but that’s just a guess. They say the language of the Outer World Demons contains strange power and mustn’t be spread. Immortals who’ve been on the battlefield all keep silent about it. I’ve never heard the true demon tongue myself.”
Ji Zhi agreed with Elder Changcun: “That sentence definitely carries some sort of power. After Xiang Gu said it, he just stood there and waited. Two days later, the demon descended. That means the Outer World Demon could receive his transmission across the endless void, then cross space to get here—only to crash right into your hand.”
“…Then why the h*** did you just repeat it?! You trying to summon another one?!” Bai Hongtu suddenly realized something was wrong.
Ji Zhi’s face turned pale. “N-no way, right?”
He had just seen Xiang Gu get punched into a mist of blood by the demon. If another one showed up in two days, wouldn’t he be the first to die?
“That’s a thing?” Jiang Li’s eyes lit up, and he repeated the phrase again.
…
“Hm? Why was it said twice?” The Executor of Karma frowned slightly, radiating an oppressive presence. He wasn’t happy that Xiang Gu had repeated the phrase.
“That didn’t sound like Xiang Gu… but only he knows that line. How could someone else know it? Did someone overhear him and imitate it?”
The phrase’s meaning was: Gougle Civilization is gone; requesting the envoy’s descent. But repeating it wouldn’t summon another demon.
“Wait, that’s not right. If Gougle Civilization is gone, and Xiang Gu is the only living person left, who could have copied it? Besides, that voice… it sounds really familiar…”
That familiar voice started to match with a familiar face.
“Jiang Li, Human Sovereign of the Nine Provinces!” The Executor of Karma shot up.
His impression of Jiang Li was extremely vivid. This man was the anomaly of anomalies. Logically, the Nine Provinces’ foundation had been depleted by the constant appearance of Outer World Demons—it should’ve been a dying civilization, with no successors, ripe for slow extermination.
But instead, Jiang Li appeared. His battle prowess was outrageously unreasonable. The Executor of Karma couldn’t even act against him in his unawakened state. He didn’t dare face Jiang Li directly, only use subtle tricks in hopes of quietly pushing the Nine Provinces into ruin while Jiang Li remained unaware.
Now that Jiang Li had shown up, his subordinate obviously wouldn’t survive.
“Kill yourself.” The Executor of Karma gritted his teeth and gave the order.
…
“Why’d it suddenly commit suicide?” The cultivators, who were still dissecting and hadn’t made any real discoveries, watched as the Outer World Demon convulsed. As if unable to endure the humiliation, it fiercely ended its own life and vanished like it had never existed.
“Immortals leave behind indestructible corpses after death. Outer World Demons vanish completely—truly natural enemies,” Daoist Tianming summarized.
Other Mountain Stone remained silent. These Fusion-Stage cultivators couldn’t even cut through the demon’s skin, so they used him as a dissection blade.
It had been fine before when the demon had no sentience—no sensations. But now, with sentience, he just felt the whole thing was utterly disgusting. The close contact left him feeling defiled.
Ji Zhi used his double pupils to look into the future and saw that no more Outer World Demons would appear for the next month. He let out a sigh of relief. Helping Jiang Li was seriously dangerous business. “It’s fine now. The phrase no longer works. No more demons are coming.”
Jiang Li looked regretful. He’d thought it was some kind of infinite summoning incantation. Say it once, get a demon.
If that were the case, he would’ve repeated it morning, noon, and night, aiming to wipe out every last one of them.
…
After the group from the Nine Provinces left, the massive wave stirred by the battle finally reached its peak.
The people of the Mingzhong World couldn’t believe it—someone had accomplished all that with just their physical body.
“Is he even human? I’d believe you if you told me he was an immortal.”
Mingzhong World had developed learning chips—by stimulating the brain with nano-level electric currents, one could import the chip’s stored knowledge directly into the mind and learn a skill.
But professional studies concluded that this method dulled human creativity and intuition, making it detrimental to long-term development.
So no matter what you wanted to do in the future, you still had to study and take exams.
“Dear almighty, please let me pass my finals.” Someone printed out a high-resolution photo of Jiang Li, lit three incense sticks, and worshipped sincerely.
Whether it worked or not, they’d pray first and worry later.
As it turned out, they still failed the finals, giving rise to the saying: “Worship the Human Sovereign, fail your finals.”
People also turned their attention to the currently trending streamer, Yu Youxian.
At first, this young girl claimed she was a core disciple from another world’s cultivation sect—everyone just laughed it off.
Most were there for her looks. Who took her words seriously?
But now that the Nine Provinces had gone public, Yu Youxian was appointed a government-certified interworld envoy. Everyone realized—the clown was me all along. They began replaying her past streams to listen closely to her descriptions of the Nine Provinces and cultivation.
Still, cultivation was risky. Without a guide, it was dangerous to attempt. So Yu Youxian didn’t reveal how to cultivate outright. Instead, she painted a picture of what kind of world the Nine Provinces was.
High-level cultivators could pluck stars and bathe in sunlight. Mid-level ones could split mountains and rivers, and walk through the air. Even low-level cultivators were walking arsenals.
The Nine Great Dynasties and Six Great Sects were the backbone of the world.
Above them all stood Human Sovereign Jiang Li, the sole Mahayana Stage cultivator—unmatched in the past nine thousand years, and likely in the next nine thousand as well.
“I’m eighteen and still haven’t ascended. Is that normal?”
“Someone on the street stopped me and said I had a Heavenly Spirit Root. Is that real?”
Goofball bullet comments flooded the chat, but the most frequently seen one in Yu Youxian’s stream was:
“Is it too late to start learning cultivation now?”
“It’s not too late. It’s never too late to start.” Yu Youxian smiled sweetly, encouraging everyone.
“Thanks for the invite. Currently auditing a cultivation elective at National First University.”
One bullet comment caught everyone’s eye—and the news “National First University Offers Cultivation Electives” shot to the top of the headlines.
“That course is taught by an elder from our sect,” Yu Youxian explained.
People immediately got fired up. Dao Sect Elders were all Fusion Stage cultivators—big shots in the Nine Provinces. No way they’d miss it.
Mingzhong World was officially entering an era where cultivation merged with science.