Chapter 124: So You’re Chen Huai’an?

Lin Lingling’s spear strikes were sharp and relentless.

Back at Tianmen Mountain, he had already witnessed her skill firsthand.

He had no idea who taught her, but the way she handled her two-meter-long spear was starting to resemble that famous line from the poems—‘a cold gleam arrives first, the spear follows after’.

She was faster than before.

Much faster.

But to Chen Huai’an, whose vision was now enhanced with Spiritual Qi, she was still too slow.

Tilting his head, he easily dodged the incoming spear tip.

With a quick motion, he grabbed the spear shaft, and with a sudden burst of power—

A heavy thud echoed.

Lin Lingling let out a sharp cry of pain, her body tumbling straight into a pile of construction debris.

Chen Huai’an swiftly stepped forward, his eyes locking onto the back of her neck.

There, a red-butt spider was latched on.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out—her sudden attack was definitely related to the spider.

The moment the creature sensed it had been exposed, it tried to scurry away.

But the Blackscale Sword was faster.

With a clean arc, he sliced it in half.

A muffled groan came from somewhere above.

Chen Huai’an’s ears twitched.

He had heard that.

"Huh? Another Fragment? Hehehe…"

"Found you."

The voice came from somewhere high up.

Chen Huai’an couldn’t fly on a sword, and taking the stairs would be too slow.

So instead—

Under the cover of the dark night, a bizarre figure appeared, gripping a black sword in his teeth, crawling up the side of a vertical building with all four limbs.

His speed was faster than a human-faced spider.

With proper control of Spiritual Qi, one could mimic the way a spider clung to walls.

And how was he so skilled at this?

What a joke—

He had done far more advanced wall-climbing techniques in the game.

This was child’s play compared to what his game character had mastered.

—

"A Demon Slayer rat dares climb up here to die?"

A cold scoff came from behind him.

Chen Huai’an barely turned his head before a black shadow pounced.

He couldn’t see what it was exactly, but a gleam of light flashed from beneath its robes—

A hidden blade, poised like a venomous fang ready to strike.

Chen Huai’an reacted instantly.

His sword slashed back.

He hadn’t fully mastered any techniques from the Green Lotus Sword Manual yet.

But he had completely memorized the first twelve chapters.

Though these chapters weren’t as powerful as the sword techniques, they still refined his precision and speed to near perfection.

No unnecessary movements.

No fancy tricks.

Just pure, ruthless efficiency.

A silver flash streaked through the air.

A sharp crack followed.

The black-cloaked figure was forced to retreat, landing a few meters away.

Only then did Chen Huai’an get a good look—

It was a man completely wrapped in black robes, his face hidden behind a mask.

At the moment, the man was staring in disbelief at the two broken halves of his dagger.

"Impossible! Who the hell are you?!"

Black Coffin Messenger was in shock.

His dagger had been forged from Blight-Iron, a gift from Lord Black Coffin himself.

Its durability was comparable to diamonds, and its poisoned edge ensured that any wound inflicted would bleed unstoppably.

With this dagger, he had effortlessly slaughtered Demon Slayers, including a high-ranking Master-rank officer.

Not a single weapon had ever withstood its edge.

Only firearms had ever posed any threat to him.

But the young man in front of him?

He wasn’t using guns.

He was using a sword.

And it had just cut through his weapon like butter.

Was it also forged from a special material?

Something stronger than Blight-Iron?

"Hand over the Fragment!"

Chen Huai’an didn’t bother answering.

He simply kept attacking.

His Spiritual Qi was running low—

No time for useless chatter.

"Wait, senior!"

Black Coffin Messenger frantically backed away, dodging the flashes of sword light.

"I don’t know what Fragment you’re talking about! But if you need resources, just say the word!

With Spiritual Qi Revival accelerating, the Demon Slayer Bureau is a terrible place to be.

Why don’t you join us at Dragon-Tiger Mountain instead?"

"Hand over the Fragment."

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Black Coffin Messenger continued retreating, step by step, until he was finally pinned against the edge of the rooftop.

"Brother, come on, we have no personal grudge!"

"Sure, we took over this construction site, killed a few workers, but at least we weren’t like those other demons running around causing chaos!"

He quickly pulled several items from his robes and tossed them on the ground, then bowed his head.

"I have a family to feed.

This is all the treasure I own.

Please, just let me go."

Chen Huai’an didn’t even glance at the scattered trinkets.

He narrowed his eyes.

"You got money?"

Black Coffin Messenger froze.

Then he quickly nodded.

"Y-Yeah! I do!"

Chen Huai’an pulled out his phone and held up a QR code.

"Here. Add me on WeChat and transfer some money.

How long you live depends on how much you send."

Black Coffin Messenger: "…"

With Spiritual Qi Revival in full swing, money was probably the least valuable resource in this new world.

He had no idea why this young man wanted money, but he didn’t dare question it.

He obediently scanned the code and sent every last cent he had.

A total of 580,000 yuan.

This was the money he had earned as a hitman during the early days of revival.

He had already spent a lot of it over the years.

"Senior, that’s everything I have, I swear!"

He forced a flattering smile, revealing a set of stained, yellowed teeth.

"Not bad, that’s a lot of money."

Chen Huai’an’s eyes gleamed.

Damn.

Doing missions was just small-time earnings.

Robbing mission targets?

Now that was where the real money was.

This was way better than streaming or bounty hunting!

"So… Master Chen, am I good to go now?"

Chen Huai’an raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, of course.

For every 10,000 yuan, you live 0.1 extra seconds.

Rounding up, 580,000 gets you a solid six seconds.

No need to thank me. Heh."

"You—"

"Six, five, four, three, two, one."

Chen Huai’an raised his sword and swung.

A head flew into the sky.

Then another swift strike—

The head split into two in midair.

He pulled out his phone to confirm the kill.

[You have slain Black Coffin Messenger. Rewards obtained:]

"As expected.** Precise headshots seem to be the best way to kill these troublesome Demonic Cultivators."

He glanced at the loot scattered on the ground.

"So… even items they willingly hand over count as ‘loot drops’? What a weird system."

Still, he scooped everything up and stuffed it into his bag.

—

When he descended from the rooftop, carrying his sword and the severed head,

Several vehicles were already parked at the construction site entrance.

The Demon Slayer Bureau officers had finally arrived.

But it wasn’t Uncle Beard who had come.

It was someone even more familiar.

"Don’t worry about me, just find Chen Huai’an!"

Lin Lingling was hunched over, one hand gripping her long spear, the other pressed against her ribs.

Two female medics were tending to her injuries.

"I don’t know why I blacked out, but when I woke up, he was gone!

Could he have been captured by the evil spirit?!"

A Demon Slayer officer crouched beside her.

"I already sent a team to look for your partner.

For now, focus on yourself—you’ve got two broken ribs."

Lin Lingling shrugged it off.

"Meh, it happens. Getting hurt is part of the job."

Hearing footsteps behind her, Lin Lingling turned her head.

The moment she saw Chen Huai’an, her eyes lit up.

"Chen Huai’an?! You’re okay!"

"Still breathing."

Chen Huai’an sidestepped her and stopped in front of a white-haired old man.

The old man, in turn, stared at him in shock.

"Wait… Li Lao?"

The old man blinked, his expression even more bewildered.

"You’re Chen Huai’an?!"

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