Chapter 36: Luo Yuxin

"Roar!"
"Bang!"
With a furious howl, a half-demon, half-monster was slain by Little Black with a single slap.
[Spiritual Power +1]
[Spiritual Power: 69]
"Well done!" Fang Qingyun stroked Little Black's head and pointed at the fleeing half-demon, half-monster. "But why let one escape? They're a couple, they should be reunited."
"Roar!"
Little Black bellowed and darted after the fugitive.
Watching Little Black's swift silhouette, Fang Qingyun sighed, "So convenient."
Since acquiring Little Black, his waist no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, and he could climb five flights of stairs in one breath—effortlessly!
In a short time, Fang Qingyun's control over Little Black had deepened yet again.
He discovered that Little Black was an extension of himself; any half-demon, half-monster killed would count as Fang Qingyun's own achievement.
At the same time, Little Black had a summoning limit.
Once summoned, the power comprising Little Black began to dissipate; when exhausted, Little Black vanished, requiring Fang Qingyun to summon him anew.
Each summoning consumed Fang Qingyun's spiritual power.
With his current reserves, he could barely summon Little Black once every ten minutes.
The time was nearly up—he only wondered if the remaining half-demon, half-monster would be dealt with before then.
Fang Qingyun waited quietly.
A piercing, mournful howl echoed through the air.
Fang Qingyun's lips curled into a smile, only for it to fade.
"Something's wrong!"
It was indeed the dying scream of a demon.
But—
If Little Black had done it, Fang Qingyun should have gained spiritual power.
He stared in the direction Little Black had gone, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
At that moment, a slender figure entered Fang Qingyun's sight.
It was a girl of seventeen or eighteen, with platinum hair cascading down her back and skin more radiant than snow.
She wore a white warrior's attire, exuding heroic charm.
Her movements were light, like an elf in the forest.
Her features were exquisite, as if she had stepped from a painting.
Fang Qingyun's eyes lit up immediately.
Such a beautiful soul.
His latent Lsp attribute awakened, and tears seemed ready to stream from the corners of his mouth.
But the girl spared him not a glance, her expression calm as she walked.
As she drew nearer, Fang Qingyun sensed a powerful aura.
An aura sharp and overwhelming, capable of cleaving all, unstoppable.
At this moment, Fang Qingyun found himself directly in her path.
Watching the girl stride straight toward him, Fang Qingyun parted his lips, "You..."
She lifted her gaze, looked at him, and said softly, "You're not bad. You qualify to be my whetstone."

As her words fell, a blood-stained long blade appeared in her hand.
"This..."
Fang Qingyun was stunned.
The pure-white maiden now suddenly held a bloodied blade—a striking contrast.
"Boom!"
"Sizzle!"
The girl lifted her arm abruptly and swung the blade toward Fang Qingyun.
An overwhelming sense of invincibility surged forth.
The immense force caused even the space to distort slightly.
Thunder rumbled in the void.
"Damn!"
Staring at the blade descending toward his head, Fang Qingyun could only utter a single word.
...
"Screech!"
Amid sharp cries, Zhou Yi slashed fiercely, killing a demon monkey.
Two more demon monkeys lunged at him, claws extended.
Zhou Yi grew flustered and dodged hastily.
The slain demon monkey released a flash of light—spiritual power!
As it entered Zhou Yi's body, it increased his weight, making his movement even harder.
The demon monkeys' attacks remained relentless.
"Will this never end?!"
He glared at the demon monkeys in fury, though his heart was filled with helplessness.
Their numbers were overwhelming; after such a long fight, there were still more than twenty left.
Throughout this time, Zhou Yi had been running, dragging other candidates into the fray whenever he encountered them, forcing them to help deplete the demon monkeys.
Thirteen demon monkeys had been eliminated so far.
Of course, five candidates had been forced out of the secret realm.
Among them, two were quasi-warriors, already qualified to become warriors; the other three needed a third transformation tide.
Especially the last one to leave—Zhou Yi felt that person was just a step away from becoming a warrior.
Was it a pity?
Not at all!
To Zhou Yi, their departure meant nothing.
Even if they survived the third tide, they would only be ordinary warriors.
What significance did that hold for the larger human cause?
As long as Zhou Yi himself survived the third tide, he was sure to become a commander—a figure capable of leading a full regiment.
He would earn great military honors and expand humanity's territory.
"Whoosh!"
A dart of gold and silver streaked through the air.
"Snap!"
Zhou Yi halted, knocked it aside, then with a burst of strength, escaped the demon monkeys closing in.
The leading demon monkey, though its attack missed, became visibly more excited, chasing with renewed vigor.

It nearly caught Zhou Yi.
"Zhang Jinyi!!!"
He roared in fury, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
No reply came; Zhang Jinyi remained hidden.
The demon monkeys also sensed another human lurking in the shadows, but ignored him.
They possessed basic intelligence; the hidden human was clearly helping them hunt Zhou Yi.
Whatever the reason, they would deal with Zhou Yi first, then the hidden one.
That person hid well from humans, but was exposed before the demons, whose sense of smell was keen.
One by one, they would be dealt with!
All humans deserved to die.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
Suddenly, countless bullets whizzed out from the shadows, striking the demon monkeys.
Caught off guard, three were shot dead instantly. The remaining monkeys halted their pursuit, baring their fangs and glaring at the source of the gunfire, eyes blazing with ferocity.
A tall figure strode out.
"Hey, Zhou Yi, what game are you playing?"
Seeing this man, Zhou Yi felt a pang in his teeth.
It was a burly fellow, over two meters tall, muscles bulging, a face fierce and intimidating—but most absurd was the weapon he held.
A heavy machine gun!
The menacing muzzle, combined with the belt of bullets wrapped around him, was utterly daunting.
Even the demon monkeys shrank back in fear.
Zhou Yi forced a smile, more bitter than tears, and said stiffly, "Luo Yuxin, hello."
He cursed inwardly: A heavy machine gun and so many bullets—does this monster not feel the weight in the secret realm?
Luo Yuxin grinned, making Zhou Yi's heart skip twice in panic.
Terrifying.
This man was Luo Yuxin, a name with a feminine ring to it.
Yet he looked frightening; anyone who met him would call him a beast incarnate.
Zhou Yi dared not offend him, especially within the secret realm.
Luo Yuxin possessed innate strength; the realm's pressure barely affected him.
And armed with a heavy machine gun, he was nearly invincible in the secret realm.
He was wild and arrogant, prone to violence at the slightest provocation.
If a quarrel broke out, he would surely send Zhou Yi packing with hundreds of bullets.
"What are you doing?" Luo Yuxin glanced at the screaming demon monkeys with disdain. "A bunch of monkeys has you running scared? Pathetic."
Zhou Yi forced a smile. "I've hunted quite a few half-demon, half-monsters here—the spiritual power increases the pressure..."
"What's the point of such excuses?" Luo Yuxin cut him off, sneering. "You hunted half-demons—do you think I haven't?"
"I didn't mean—"
"Then what did you mean?" Luo Yuxin interrupted again, his cold gaze fixed on Zhou Yi, the gun muzzle suddenly aimed at him.
Zhou Yi's face froze, inwardly cursing, but outwardly he kept smiling. "Yes, you're right. I shouldn't make excuses."
"Hmph, at least you know your place!" Luo Yuxin sneered, "If you dare annoy me, I'll send you straight out of the secret realm."