Chapter 44: You Brazen Fiend, Take a Good Look at Your Grandpa!

Gazing at the golden characters suppressing him from above, Mo Fan could not help feeling a massive headache.

At this moment, all the demonic Qi within his body was mobilized, surging through his entire frame, accompanied by an endless series of cracking sounds.

In an instant, Mo Fan's entire physique swelled significantly, the muscular lines of his spiritual form becoming far clearer than before, resembling coiling horned dragons wrapped around his body.

Mo Fan was somewhat startled by his sudden transformation, but he had no time to dwell on it. Life and death hung in the balance, leaving no room for hesitation as he threw a punch straight at the golden characters pressing down upon his head!

Boom! Boom! Boom...!

Amidst the explosive sounds, the golden characters were shattered mid-air, dissolving into bursts of glowing mist that vanished between heaven and earth.

However, Mo Fan was far from unscathed. Every single collision with these golden characters caused his entire body to shudder violently, for each character weighed tens of thousands of jin. Even with his current physical body, he could not sustain this for long.

In contrast, the scholar surnamed Qin standing before him breathed evenly, showing little sign of exhaustion, and his expression gradually shifted from previous fury back to calm.

Seeing this, Mo Fan's heart sank slightly.

"Who on earth are you? I don't seem to have any deep grudge with you!"

"Why must you force a fight to the death with me?" Mo Fan gritted his teeth.

"Then listen well: I am an inner sect disciple of the Great River Academy, ranked ninth on the Heaven's Pride Roll, Qin Changsheng!"

The scholar surnamed Qin laughed heartily, waving his hand to summon a bamboo scroll that appeared before him, which then slowly unrolled. "Qin has no personal grudge against you, but demons are not tolerated by the human race. That is your reason for dying!"

"Damned!"

"Damned! Damned!!"

Mo Fan cursed repeatedly through clenched teeth, his face turning extremely grim.

From the moment the bamboo scroll appeared, he sensed an aura of death enveloping him.

This made Mo Fan's hair stand on end, realizing that the bamboo scroll was certainly no ordinary object and that if this continued, he would undoubtedly die!

"Qin Changsheng, your grandpa will remember this! I will surely repay your gift of these characters today in the future!"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, locked his eyes onto Qin Changsheng, and shouted, "Grandson, look at your grandpa!"

Divine Ability: Bewitching Eyes!

Hearing this, Qin Changsheng subconsciously looked over.

Red light flashed across Mo Fan's eyes, and Qin Changsheng froze in place.

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Fan bolted toward the depths of the jungle. As he passed Qin Changsheng, he did not forget to unleash his Heaven-Swallowing divine ability to devour him.

Hum—

However, the bamboo scroll in front of Qin Changsheng suddenly erupted with an unfathomable force, blocking Mo Fan's divine ability.

Feeling secretly resentful, Mo Fan spat out a long spear, charging it with demonic Qi as he thrust it fiercely at Qin Changsheng!

Clang!!

A flash of sparks flew as the spear scraped aggressively against the white robes on Qin Changsheng's body without managing to pierce through at all.

"Damn it!"

Uttering a classic curse, Mo Fan lingered no longer and hurried away.

Just at that moment, Qin Changsheng's eyelids twitched, and his gaze instantly cleared.

"Truly an unusual demon, actually versed in bewitching arts!"

Qin Changsheng sneered coldly, then pointed a finger at the bamboo scroll before him and scoffed, "Bringing back a demon that has awakened a divine ability should allow me to advance further on the Heaven's Pride Roll!"

"Evil creature, you cannot escape!"

Following Qin Changsheng's words, the bamboo scroll suddenly scattered, flying into the sky one after another to chase in the direction Mo Fan had fled.

Deep within the mountain forest, Mo Fan ran frantically, too panicked to choose a path, leaving his cheeks scratched by thorny vines with clear, bleeding gashes.

"Evil creature, where do you think you're going!"

Right then, a shout echoed from above.

Mo Fan looked back up at the high sky to see massive bamboo blocks flying across the air. Standing atop one of the rectangular bamboo blocks was a figure clad in white robes with a scholar's cap—none other than Qin Changsheng!

This bastard actually chased after me!

Mo Fan's pupils constricted, knowing that running like this was futile, so he shouted aloud, "Grandson, look at your grandpa!"

"Audacious creature, today Qin will surely capture you!"

Seeing Mo Fan attempt the same trick again, Qin Changsheng grew so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. With a single point of his finger, a bamboo block shot out like a flying sword, heading straight for Mo Fan!

Startled by this turn of events, Mo Fan turned tail and fled!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...!

Next came a continuous sequence of explosions as one falling bamboo block after another smashed into the ground.

Finally, Mo Fan was driven into a dead end, his surroundings sealed off in an open clearing by four giant bamboo blocks, leaving him with nowhere to run.

"Evil creature, if you behave, you may follow me into the academy and perhaps become a spirit mount for one of our disciples."

"But if you remain obstinate, perhaps today Qin shall act on behalf of heaven and eliminate you, a man-eating demon!"

Standing atop a bamboo block as if riding a flying skiff, Qin Changsheng looked down at Mo Fan from on high.

"Hahaha... You dog, did I eat your father or your mother?"

"You hypocrites only know how to bully weak demons like me. You do everything for your own selfish gains, yet speak with such lofty rhetoric, masquerading with an aura of righteousness. It is utterly disgusting!"

Undeterred by Qin Changsheng, Mo Fan instead broke into harsh curses.

By now, he had figured it out: he was simply no match for this opponent. But if he were to obediently surrender and become a mount for these sanctimonious hypocrites, he would rather die!

What is the purpose of cultivation?

For longevity, for freedom, for desires...

It was never meant for compromising one's dignity, nor for living like a dog!

If being a demon meant sinking to that level, Mo Fan would rather perish.

Qin Changsheng was infuriated by Mo Fan's words, his detached expression turning gloomy once more. Just as he was about to speak, a hearty laugh echoed from afar.

"Hahaha... Well said!"

"These bookworms have propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame constantly on their lips, yet their bellies are full of hypocrisy and vice. They deserve to be scolded!"

Hearing the voice, Mo Fan found it somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

He looked up and saw a streak of sword light hurtling from afar.

A familiar figure came into his view:

A young man in green robes, with a white fox resting on his shoulder!

Who else could this fellow be but Yan Mo?

And the one who had just spoken was none other than Yunshang, the pink-tailed white fox perched on Yan Mo's shoulder!

"It's you again, this demonic fox!"

Qin Changsheng also spotted the white fox on Yan Mo's shoulder, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes. However, instead of acting rashly, he fixed his gaze on Yan Mo and said coldly, "Young man, as a human swordsman, you associate with a female demon—you are unworthy of being human!"

"Qin asks you one last time: do you truly intend to protect this female demon?!"

Ignoring Qin Changsheng, Yan Mo lowered his gaze to look at Mo Fan trapped within the bamboo blocks. With a casual wave of his hand, several sword qi energies burst forth from his fingertips, instantly blasting the bamboo blocks away.

"Brother Laibao, leave this person to me, and make your escape quickly!"

Taking a deep breath upon hearing this and realizing his life was safe for today, Mo Fan cupped his fists toward Yan Mo and said, "Laibao thanks Brother Yan for saving my life. I will surely repay this heavy debt in the future!"

"This bastard has some tricks up his sleeve, Brother Yan, you must be careful!"

With that, Mo Fan lingered no longer, turning immediately to flee into the distance.

"Evil creature, where do you think you're going!"

Furious at the sight, Qin Changsheng waved his hand, sending several bamboo blocks flying out.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

Yet those bamboo blocks had barely traveled any distance before they were all knocked down by the surging sword qi released by Yan Mo.

"Brother Qin, your opponent is me!"

"Very well. Since you are obstinate, Qin shall slay you first, and then capture this demonic fox!"