Chapter 36 After-sales Service

Most people live like dogs when they are not in power.

Once they gain power, all they'll want to do is either raise one more dog or kill a few more dogs.

They even tortured several dogs.

After reading the thought, Fang Nian showed no politeness and activated his demonic energy: "Demon Suppression Technique!"

The powerful energy, like a millstone, crushed and rubbed the gray-black airflow.

The gray-black airflow was gradually polished into a rainbow of colors.

These seven-colored rays quickly became pure.

Fang Nian took out the raw stone and began to collect the seven-colored light.

One, two, three.

There were eight of these crazy and disgusting thoughts!

The Netherworld is money. A mortal excavator can only save up a few Netherworlds after three years, but can get eight Netherworlds directly from digging up a single ore.

Given such poor returns, it's no wonder so many miners are struggling.

They would rather bear the burden of cleansing their resentment with their own bodies than not use this quick method to reap the benefits of their delusions.

Even if 80% of the profits are taken away, it's still much faster than working hard to obtain the delusions.

Fang Nian put away her delusions and looked around.

Although Fang Nian is crazy, he is not stupid. According to Fang Nian's calculation, the monthly rent for a house is equal to one Mingwang, and one Mingwang is equal to two thousand yuan.

Moreover, this environment is rather dark, making money is difficult, but there are many animals.

Once the dozen or so Netherworld Tokens on my person are discovered, they will definitely be coveted.

If the person who comes is not as strong as me, then I'll just steal from him.

If the person who comes is stronger than me, then there will be trouble.

Therefore, Fang Nian observed for a long time and only continued to walk deeper into the mine after confirming that there was no problem.

After Fang Nian left, two ghostly figures emerged from the stone wall.

The taller and stronger of them, resembling a jackal, opened its mouth wide and let out a silent roar.

Before long, a cultivator dressed in a black Taoist robe appeared in front of the two ghosts.

The monk raised his hand and took out an axe covered in rust.

An axe cleaved down on the head of the shorter, cat-like ghost.

After the demon's head shattered, a magic circle fell out.

The cultivator took out a small flag, planted it on the magic circle, and then closed his eyes.

"Hmm? Refining resentment? Eliminating death energy?"

"He's completely unharmed, his aura hasn't weakened at all, and he doesn't even show the slightest sign of lethargy?"

Under normal circumstances, without the assistance of a magical artifact, forcibly resisting death energy will cause a person to become listless and even die directly, like a lamp going out or a candle being extinguished in the wind.

Even with a strong soul, one can still suffer serious injuries if they try to withstand the death aura.

Using cultivation to harden death energy and resentment, then taking away the Netherworld's illusion?

If the opponent is a five-star or higher expert, then it's none of my business.

But what's going on with this two-star demon?

The Taoist monk opened his eyes and fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a moment, he took a gourd from his waist, opened it, and poured the contents out.

A demon resembling the tanuki from before was poured out.

"You and he stay here, and if there is any unusual movement, ring the soul bell."

After speaking, the Taoist monk turned and walked out.

As he walked past the hanging basket, the Taoist priest frowned for a moment, then relaxed and smiled: "I can't afford to offend this person, but if he continues to mine here and his profits decrease, I can't bear the responsibility if the higher-ups investigate."

"But if the Wang family finds out he's selling secret manuals here, they certainly won't be polite to him."

"So, we'll just sit back and watch the tigers fight?"

"To get the Wang family to take action, we'll probably need some solid evidence."

After glancing at the dummy that Mingwang had transformed into on the hanging basket, the cultivator turned and walked out.

After taking a few steps, he took off and flew outwards.

A few seconds after he left, the air around him began to distort.

The suspended figure, realizing the situation was dire, began to walk away.

He had only taken a few steps when the Taoist priest returned, looking at the dangling figure in the shadows: "Heh, you think you can fool this Taoist master?"

"Netherworld illusions are good things, but do you know how to use them? If a three-star demon like me uses more than five Netherworld illusions to cast a spell, even if I get close enough to look, I won't be able to tell."

"But you, a mere mortal, think you can escape the discerning eye of this Daoist master?"

Actually, he can't see the suspended person when he's not moving.

But the suspended man couldn't control his body to stay completely still, and he glanced at him.

That's why he pretended to leave, waiting for the suspended man to escape on his own.

As soon as the suspended man made a large movement, he discovered the man's traces.

The suspended man shuddered and frantically ran away.

He was gambling, gambling that the Taoist priest was deceiving himself.

With a swift movement, the Taoist priest dislocated the joint of one of the suspended man's legs, then lifted him up and said, "Let's go."

……

At the deepest part of the cave, Fang Nian saw the outline of a room being excavated.

And here we saw yet another body.

Apart from the suspended man, there were no other excavators in the entire cave, probably because it was dangerous at night, so they only worked during the day.

The cave must have been recently mined, so there are only four corpses in total.

After the last corpse was transformed into four Netherworld Illusions, Fang Nian collected a total of twenty-three Netherworld Illusions.

Adding the seven coins from selling the secret manual, that makes a total of thirty coins.

"Thirty coins would be roughly equivalent to sixty thousand yuan."

Making money is quite easy.

However, that's a long way from buying a house.

Furthermore, there are many ways to use the power of illusion, and if you were to actually use it, you'd probably run out of it very easily.

After all, he had just conjured up a bottle of alcohol, which cost him a single Mingwang.

Thinking of this, Fang Nian slapped herself.

"What a waste."

"It should be packaged in a larger bottle."

Standing up, Fang Nian formed a hand seal: "Burn!"

A pool of scalding hot gold water fell from the sky.

The body was quickly carbonized by the scalding hot molten metal.

Fang Nian paused for a moment, then patted her sleeves: "Never mind, it's all the same anyway."

We've searched for four corpses along the way and tried four different methods of burning them. We tried all the elements of metal, wood, water, and earth, but none of them produced a fire.

"Those witch demon gods are no good either; they're just using some lousy magic."

Watching the corpse turn to ash: "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, go your own way."

After saying that, Fang Nian turned and walked out.

Now that we have a way to obtain the Netherworld, the next step is to figure out how to use it for cultivation.

How to use illusion to improve one's realm, and how to use illusion to temper demonic forces.

Fang Nian now understands very well that his magic is of exceptional quality, but it is still in its infancy.

There may not be those magical beings who are not naturally strong, but have honed their skills to the extreme.

If you encounter a true elite, you might not necessarily gain an advantage in magic.

Although demonic cultivators are very powerful and their combat strength is extraordinary when combined with martial arts, their essence remains that of demons.

"Should we ask Ren Qiushui?"

Even if Ren Qiushui is heartless, surely she wouldn't refuse to say this?

Thinking of this, Fang Nian patted the dust off her sleeves and hands and walked outside.

We walked outwards and arrived at the main hall of the cave.

Liu Fu led the Yinqian team back and happened to see Fang Nian.

Liu Fu: "Brother Fang, it's been six or seven hours, it's almost dawn. Have you had any harvest yet?"

Six or seven hours?!

Even though it's winter now, six or seven hours is a whole night.

I've actually been mining for so long?

Fang Nian: "Not bad, how about you guys?"

Liu Fu: "It's not bad either."

A group of people walked towards the standard passageway of Zhushan Building.

The passageway was packed with people on both sides, so Liu Fu and his group kept their voices and movements much quieter.

Fang Nian followed along, always with a humble and open expression.

There are many strange people in this place, so his situation isn't strange at all.

As he walked, Liu Fu stopped.

Fang Nian, who was following them, was playing with her daughter when she saw them stop and looked up.

Ahead stood three people with a small silver sword mark on their chests.

The leader looked at Liu Fu: "Are you all together?"

Liu Fulang asked loudly, "Who are you? Are you looking for my team member?"

The leader pointed at Fang Nian: "I'm looking for him."

Liu Fu thought for a moment and then asked, "What do you want to see him about?"

The leader noticed the change in Liu Fu's tone: "Since it's none of your business, then hurry up and move on."

"This is a foolish family's way of doing things."

The Wang family? Sounds familiar, the same Wang family as Wang Chuan and Wang You?

Fang Nian looked at the three of them.

The leader snapped his fingers, and two more people came from behind, carrying the suspended man forward.

By this time, the suspended man had been tortured beyond recognition, but at least he was still alive.

The leader said, "You're selling demonic cultivation manuals on our turf?"

He laughed as he spoke, "This is what happens if you dare to buy it."

Fang Nian then realized that the man tortured beyond recognition was the Hanged Man: "So, you beat him up like this because he bought my secret manual?"

As she spoke, Fang Nian took out the Heart-Slicing Knife: "Looks like I'll have to provide after-sales service."

The leader scoffed, "You, a powerless rogue cultivator, dare to oppose me?"

"We're both two-star demons, but I wouldn't even need to use my sword to kill you."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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