C3 Lesser Demon

Jiang Feng, who was recognized as the seed by the Crescent Brothers, was sitting cross-legged with a calm expression. However, his heart was in turmoil.

He had almost memorized all ten scrolls of the Book of Virtue and realized that the principles in the book were too ideal. The etiquette of the level was like invisible shackles that bound the person and thus they had to follow the rules. If Demon King Lu Wu did not appear, Jiang Feng could be sure that his future would be to study to earn his reputation and walk the path of a doctor.

Just the protection of a saint, the appearance of a group of devils and the tragic death of a private school teacher under the protection of a ferocious monster, the original power to be so unbridled and bloodthirsty.

In the face of absolute power, the teachings in the Book of Virtue were pale and powerless. The rules of this world were ultimately decided by those existences looking down at the world from a disdainful perspective.

At this moment, Jiang Feng couldn't help but recall the depiction of demons in the Book of Virtue.

Monsters, birds, beasts, beasts, monsters … They didn't know ethics, and they didn't know morality. Occasionally, they would walk in the heaven and earth with fear, and devour the superpowers, making them cruel and evil.

"In this world, are humans ruling over demons, or are demons dominating over humans?" Jiang Feng opened his eyes at such a young age. Looking at the children and demons howling in pain, he felt apprehensive.

"Jiang Feng, why are you alright?" A boy about three meters away from Jiang Feng snorted.

"Yang Qiu, my body can't move, but I don't feel any pain." Jiang Feng knew that the children and demons around him had cried out in pain for nearly an entire day.

"It seems that your physique is special. No wonder teacher kept praising your talent. Even the demonic techniques of that demon are unable to do anything to you." The boy by the name of Yang Qiu seemed to have recovered some strength as he spoke in a loud voice.

Jiang Feng was also a bit confused. In his mind, he had no impression of his parents, his adoptive grandma had passed away, and his memories before the age of five were completely blank. However, his photographic memory seemed to have taken over his body.

He recalled the palm images that had enveloped the entire mountaintop and struck the bodies of everyone and demons with a palm strike. The piercing pain in that instant had already disappeared without a trace, while the other people and demons sank into extreme pain.

Could it be that he really had extraordinary talent?

Unconsciously, a scene appeared in Jiang Feng's mind. A long-bearded white-browed Taoist put a vermillion Elixir into his mouth.

That kind of feeling was unforgettable even in his sleep. The Elixir's fragrance was like the breath of a newborn baby, and the fragrance lingered on his lips and on his teeth. Once it entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a warm flow that spread to his limbs and bones.

Jiang Feng suddenly felt a splitting headache, all 365 acupoints in his body felt as if they were struck by lightning. A strange feeling of depression started to form in his heart, as if the acupoints in his body had turned into vortexes that were swallowing up all the energy in the world.

However, this feeling disappeared even faster, and what followed was an inexhaustible pain.

Jiang Feng didn't feel that moment when his acupuncture points were absorbing and releasing Essence, and thus, he sank deep into the quagmire. The sudden great pain turned into surging torrents flowing out of his mouth, and his heart-wrenching howls shot up into the sky.

Every inch of Jiang Feng's body was pulled crazily by countless hands. The strength was strange and the direction was unpredictable. Dark red blood seeped out and flowed onto Jiang Feng's skin, then disappeared, leaving faint red blood grains that covered his entire body.

The physical pain was secondary. What really made Jiang Feng's soul burn was an additional torrent of energy coursing through his Jing and Mai, wreaking havoc.

Jiang Feng's meridians were bursting inch by inch as the narrow channel contained the flood waves and peaks. Blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, ears, and orifices.

That terrifying flow of aura was naturally the slight Demonic Strength of Demon King Lu Wu, but it was already an unbearable baptism of violence for Jiang Feng.

If nothing unexpected happened, his lifespan would be shortened by at least half. The Demonic Strength in Jiang Feng's body earlier was always suppressed by a strange power, this time it exploded even more violently, and the damage to his body would naturally be raised by a step.

The other children and demons had to undergo a long day and night of torture before they managed to recover from the Demonic Strength in their bodies.

The greater the stimulation, the greater the pain, the greater the potential to be unearthed, the greater the overdrawn life, in exchange for an increase in strength. This was the reward given by the Demon King Lu Wu to this group of people and demons.

At this moment, Jiang Feng felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. Endless waves of pain came wave after wave without a pause. His body and soul were being whipped as if by a black whip.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Feng's entire skeleton made a loud sound as if it was breaking apart, but it also sounded like he had been reborn. His dazed state of mind also became clear.

Jiang Feng slowly stood up and noticed that his clothes were in tatters. The mountain breeze blew and his clothes turned into pieces that floated to the ground.

Gazing at his body, Jiang Feng was surprised. The boy who was left behind had become a tall and straight youth. It seemed that ten years had passed in these few hours.

Zhang Xuan clenched his fists as a sense of power that he had never felt before surged into his mind. It was a sense of strangeness and novelty.

"Jiang Feng, what's happening? We've all grown up!" Yang Qiu, who was not far away, walked over and said to Jiang Feng.

"People have grown up. I'm afraid the price we have to pay is even more miserable." Jiang Feng did not hide the worry in his heart at all and said it would come out.

"What will happen next? That demon couldn't have eaten us up, right? Look, so many lesser demons have grown up as well. Yang Qiu asked in confusion.

"I don't know about that. Sometimes being a horse is also a kind of happiness. At least, it's the kind of happiness that comes from living in peace." Jiang Feng smiled bitterly.

No one knew when, but the skies above Mount Kun were once again filled with dark clouds, which seemed to be on the verge of dropping.

A loud voice rang out from the dark clouds, "Poor fellows. Those Daoists, if you don't know what's good for you, then let's make you laugh at the fact that we, the Elder Gods, are too shabby. Those fur skirts, leather armors, and staff are all your equipment and weapons; I hope you won't die too quickly."

When Jiang Feng heard this voice, he immediately knew that it was the Demon King who kidnapped him and a bunch of kids, Lu Wu.

In the dark clouds, thunder rumbled. Obviously, the Demon King Lu Wu was using his powerful mana.

Before long, countless leather skirts, leather armors, sticks, and forks descended from the sky, scattering across the entire Kunshan Mountains.

A few beast skin dresses and leather armors were left beside Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu, but Jiang Feng remained immobile and seemed to be thinking of something. Yang Qiu, on the other hand, was not used to the feeling of being naked and enjoying the mountain breeze.

Seeing that Jiang Feng was still in a daze, Yang Qiu didn't think too much and also snatched a set for Jiang Feng, stuffing it into Jiang Feng's hands.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Jiang Feng's face as he said, "So what if we're wearing this shameful cloth? We are no longer human. Are we monsters, or little demons that are courting death?"