Chapter 307 - 298: Instead of Worshipping It, Worship Me: Transformed Realm Great Demon

Chapter 307: Chapter 298: Instead of Worshipping It, Worship Me: Transformed Realm Great Demon

Amber liquid filled the white porcelain cup, releasing a faint, mellow fragrance.

Fu Juemin raised the cup and slowly drank it down, the liquor flowing down his throat and into his stomach.

It was yellow wine.

On the way here, that Ma Liu had mentioned to Fu Juemin that the Nine Banner Nobility of the previous dynasty loved yellow wine most.

It was also laced with drugs.

Fu Juemin savored the taste. ’It must be some kind of knockout drug,’ he thought, and then poured himself another cup.

Not only had he achieved Perfection in his Pharmacist Skill, making him immune to all poisons, but his Five Poison Skills at the Great Success level had long since maxed out his poison resistance.

He could eat common poisons like they were meals and have no issue.

The dishes on the table were all cold. He figured they must have been prepared before he even entered the Mu Mansion.

Fu Juemin had grown accustomed to Western food and foreign liquor in Shenghai. Now in Yingjing, tasting these dishes was a refreshing change of pace.

In the time it took to down two cups of wine, a fog began to rise inexplicably in the desolate, chilly rear garden.

The fog was gray, like a thin veil. It flowed silently from one direction, quickly enveloping the entire garden.

The strange rocks, artificial hills, and pond within the garden were all submerged in it. The already dim daylight was obscured by the mist, making the scene even more gloomy and oppressive....

Fu Juemin seemed completely oblivious, drinking his wine and eating his food as if he weren’t in a dilapidated rear garden growing ever more sinister and bizarre, but rather basking under a bright, warm sun, surrounded by the sights and sounds of chirping birds and fragrant flowers.

"THUD THUD THUD—"

A series of hurried footsteps rang out.

Suddenly, a figure came stumbling out of the gray fog.

Fu Juemin paused his chopsticks and looked at Gu Shouyu before him, a little surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I don’t know!"

Gu Shouyu was clearly delighted to see Fu Juemin. The nervous fear on his face instantly relaxed.

"A servant in this mansion led me to a place and told me to just keep walking... I got confused and ended up here."

Fu Juemin thought for a moment and understood what was going on. He nodded. "It’s good that you’re here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you later."

"Can I eat?"

Gu Shouyu, however, was staring at the table laden with food in front of Fu Juemin, swallowing hard.

Neither of them had eaten anything since getting off the train, and he was genuinely starving.

"Go ahead."

Fu Juemin said casually, "Just don’t drink the wine."

"I don’t drink."

Once he had Fu Juemin’s permission, Gu Shouyu immediately sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and began to devour the food.

At that moment, a light breeze blew past.

The gray fog filling the garden rippled slightly. From the direction of the entrance, the sound of several footsteps approached, growing closer.

"They’re here."

Fu Juemin put down his wine cup and spoke softly.

He raised his head, but he was looking in the complete opposite direction of the footsteps.

"What’s here?"

Gu Shouyu was still stuffing his face, his cheeks bulging as he asked indistinctly.

"My main course has arrived."

Fu Juemin replied casually, then rose calmly and patted Gu Shouyu’s shoulder. "This whole table is yours. Take your time."

"Mm. Huh?.."

Gu Shouyu first nodded, then looked up with a bewildered expression, clearly not understanding what Fu Juemin meant.

Fu Juemin paid him no mind, leaving the stone table and walking to the center of the garden, near the artificial hill and pond.

He narrowed his eyes and peered ahead. Within the gray fog, a bizarrely tall and slender "figure" was slowly walking toward them from the depths of the garden in a rather strange posture.

"TAP—!"

The footsteps behind him stopped, and Mu Feng’s voice drifted over.

"Mr. Fu, you see it?"

Fu Juemin turned to see Mu Feng, the wiry man Tong Ling, and Chen You standing side-by-side not far away, watching him with strange smiles.

"See who?"

"The Admiral of our Blue Banner Mu Family."

Mu Feng pointed a finger at the strange "figure" in the depths of the fog and said with a grin, "Regarding your appointment as Martial Tributor, Mr. Fu, once the Admiral gives his nod, there will be no further issues.

Look, it’s already coming over."

"Oh."

After Mu Feng finished speaking, Fu Juemin put on an expression of "sudden realization" and "hurriedly" turned back around.

As he turned, the smile on Mu Feng’s face grew wider. Beside him, Tong Ling sneered silently. As for Chen You, his hands clenched into tight fists, and his entire body trembled slightly from excessive excitement and agitation.

Closer...

Closer still...

The "figure" in the gray fog drew nearer and nearer, and a sinister, chilling aura spread out like an icy tide.

Chen You stared at Fu Juemin, who had his head tilted up slightly, quietly waiting for the so-called "Admiral" to approach. A drunken flush even appeared on Chen You’s face.

’Die!’

’Just die!’

’Hurry up and die!!’

Chen You roared internally, his anticipation reaching its peak.

Finally, the "figure" from the fog arrived before them, stopping almost directly in front of Fu Juemin.

A sinister gust of wind blew past, slightly dispersing the mist clinging to the "figure."

Only then could everyone see clearly—that wasn’t some bizarrely tall and slender "figure" at all!

It was clearly a gigantic crow, standing upright on two legs with its wings held tight against its body!

The crow was enormous, standing over four meters tall. Its folded wings hung down to the ground, and its feet-long, pure black feathers were layered over its body like a straw raincoat.

Its head was long and narrow, its beak a dull, grayish-white, like aged, withered bone.

When this "bone" opened, one could see it was filled with dense, spiraling rows of fine, serrated teeth. A dark red tongue writhed nimbly among them....

An aura of rot, malevolence, strangeness, and terror washed over the entire scene like a cold tide, sweeping over everyone present.

The crow looked at Fu Juemin, its dark red eyes devoid of any warmth, as if sizing up a meal it was about to eat.

Fu Juemin tilted his head up to meet its gaze, his body perfectly still, as if he had been scared stiff.

The smile on Mu Feng’s face blossomed to its fullest. In that instant, Chen You’s blood was pumping furiously!

He strained to widen his eyes, a savage grin full of glee on his face, as if he wanted to burn the scene that was about to unfold into his memory.

Just then, a soft voice, flat and devoid of any emotional ripple, spoke.

"Oh.

So you’re the Admiral."

The moment the words fell.

"BOOM!—"

A blinding flash of fire exploded from the center of the gray fog, accompanied by the crow’s hoarse, piercing shriek as a terrifying heatwave spread out!

The gray fog throughout the garden roiled and churned, as if it had been abruptly boiled by the intense heat!

The surging heatwave scoured the fog from the scene. The hot wind scraped across the faces of Mu Feng and the other two, making their hair and robes flutter slightly....

As the heatwave gradually subsided, the smile on Mu Feng’s face, who stood with his hands behind his back, froze.

The wiry man’s eyes were wide with shock.

Chen You, who had been the most expectant, was frozen stiff, his face wearing nothing but an expression of dazed shock.

Where their gazes fell, Fu Juemin’s figure had vanished. In his place stood a slender humanoid figure over four meters tall, its entire body covered in countless complex, orange-gold light patterns.

This figure stood silently where Fu Juemin had been. The air around it warped and shimmered, and viscous clumps of flame, like molten gold, dripped from its body, as if it were a self-contained Fire Prison!

An indescribable, utterly domineering, and purely evil aura emanated from the figure, sweeping across the scene like a tsunami of lava.

The most soul-shaking sight was the four menacing, slender, and fiercely burning centipede-like legs that jutted out from the figure’s back!

And the Crow Admiral they had just seen was now impaled through its front and back by these four legs, hoisted high in the air. It let out shriek after shriek filled with terror and pain, as if being roasted over a fire.

Mu Feng and the other two were all stunned, so shocked by the scene before them that they couldn’t recover their senses for a long time, their minds completely blank.

Until—

RRRIP!

The pupils of the three men contracted. They watched, wide-eyed, as the four legs suddenly pulled apart, tearing the massive Crow Demon Fiend in half while it was still alive!

The crow’s agonized cries stopped abruptly, and a stinking, warm rain of Demon Blood showered down.

Fu Juemin, having activated his [Flame Monarch] form, tilted his head up slightly, bathing in the bloody rain.

Feeling an immense and formless power pouring into him, he stretched his Demon Body with a hint of satisfaction. Then, his pair of dark gold, fiery eyes fell upon Mu Feng and the other two in the distance.

Fu Juemin walked calmly toward the three dumbstruck men.

As he walked, he spread his arms, his soft tone laced with a hint of bewitchment. "Instead of serving this useless bird... you might as well just serve me."

Mu Feng, whose mind was reeling with indescribable shock, was the first to snap out of his stupor.

He stared at Fu Juemin in disbelief, his face deathly pale, and stammered out, his voice trembling, "You... you... you’re a Demon?

How can you be a Demon?!

Impossible... This is impossible!!"

Fu Juemin shook his head, a cold sneer appearing on his demonic, bewitching face as he said flatly, "You long-braided, short-sighted fool.

Have you never heard of... a Transformed Realm Great Demon Fiend?"

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Sorry, this was a little late.