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Chapter 136: Demonization!

“Captain Zhao, didn’t I say Tianfu District produced a real talent?”

In the mission hall, The Bearded Guy sat beside a short-haired woman. They both puffed on cigarettes, eyes on the massive screen displaying countless mission listings.

“He’s something, alright,” the woman—Zhao Ying—exhaled a smoke ring. “You might’ve missed it, but he’s already got Spiritual Qi in him.”

“No way…” The Bearded Guy froze mid-puff. “I swear, I didn’t teach him Breath Cultivation. I like the kid, sure, but I’d never break the bureau’s rules.”

Breath Cultivation was the Demon Slayer Bureau’s core technique—its key to breaking the monopoly of ancient cultivation families.

If Chen Huai’an joined the bureau, The Bearded Guy could authorize him for the first three volumes of the technique on the spot.

But if he stayed out—

No chance.

Zhao Ying flicked ash. “Your understanding of Spiritual Qi Revival is still shallow. Awakened types come in many forms—Ability-types, Beast-bound types, Spirit-bound types, Ghost-bound types, and Ancient Martial types. Not every Awakened needs Breath Cultivation to store Spiritual Qi.

I said he has Qi.

But it could be one-time Qi, not something he can regenerate.”

The Bearded Guy grunted thoughtfully.

Chen Huai’an’s Companion Spirit had already granted him powerful Talisman abilities.

If it could produce Spiritual Qi items too…

Then that Companion Spirit was straight-up broken.

“If Xiaoyuan cures his cancer,” The Bearded Guy asked, “Will his combat rating go up?”

Zhao Ying gave a half-nod. “Depends. His talismans burn lifespan—who knows what price his sword techniques demand.

If his Companion Spirit can prolong his lifespan, maintaining a cycle of power and recovery…

He could easily reach B-Class Soldier Rank, maybe even A-Class.

But if he can’t offset the lifespan cost…

He’s just a powerful flash-in-the-pan. A shooting star—bright, but short-lived.”

The Bearded Guy cracked a grin. “He doesn’t feel like the short-lived type. His Qi’s got a kick to it.”

Just as the words left his mouth—

BOOM—!

A wave of malevolent aura exploded from the treatment room.

Zhao Ying’s expression turned razor-sharp.

She shot to her feet—

CRASH!

A wall shattered—

And from the wreckage, Xiang Xiaoyuan came flying out—

Her petite frame slammed into the front desk of the mission hall, rolling lifelessly to a stop.

“Shit! What the hell—?”

The Bearded Guy bolted to check her pulse.

And at the broken wall—

A colossal, tumor-ridden claw emerged—locked in brutal combat with a thunder-clad Tang Dao—

Wielded by—

Zhao Ying.

The monstrous claw moved with inhuman speed, exchanging fierce blows.

Zhao Ying’s eyes narrowed—

She saw her opening.

Parry.

Vault.

Land.

Her blade flashed—

She drew into a battōjutsu stance—

“Raikiri—Thunder Cut!”

ZZZT—!!

The air screamed as her lightning-wreathed blade flashed—

SHLINK—!

The claw—severed.

But—

The stump bubbled and writhed—meat tendrils stitching it back together instantly.

And the severed half—

It didn’t fall.

It shifted.

Re-formed.

Into a wolf-shaped monstrosity—

And lunged—

Zhao Ying’s blade sang again—

The wolf was shredded—a burst of charred flesh and black blood.

Yet—her gaze stayed fixed on the source.

The tumorous claw—still extending—

Connected directly—

To Chen Huai’an’s chest.

Cancer.

Mutated flesh.

Uncontrolled growth.

Zhao Ying’s eyes flashed with grim understanding—

“This isn’t just cancer.”

“It’s—

Demonization.”

She had seen it before.

When diseases—twisted by Spiritual Qi Revival—became monstrous entities.

But usually—those victims—

They lost themselves—

Their bodies hijacked—

Their humanity—gone.

And the bureau’s response was always—

“Exterminate.”

But—

Chen Huai’an—

He wasn’t lost.

The creature hadn’t consumed him—

It was feeding off him.

This—

This was the real threat.

“If this thing’s willing to hide—” Zhao Ying thought, “—then it was waiting. Feeding. Growing. Biding its time—”

Until—

He died—

And it fully emerged.

“But you showed yourself early—” Zhao Ying’s eyes turned cold.

“So now—”

“I’ll slaughter you.”

Her palm crackled—electric arcs snapping along her Tang Dao—

The blade—

Encased in lightning—

Sheathed in destruction.

The giant clawdescended, an avalanche of raw flesh and death—

Zhao Ying—

Didn’t flinch.

SSSHNK—!!

Her draw—was absolute.

Blinding arcs of lightning wove a net—

And the claw—

EXPLODED—

Into a storm of burnt flesh and ash.

The air reeked—

A foul stench of scorched protein.

Zhao Ying stood firm—

Tang Dao humming—

Eyes sharp—

“Is it over—?”

But then—

FWOOSH—!!!

A sonic crack—behind her.

She twisted—

Too late.

BAM—!

A black tendril—like a whip—

Slammed into her abdomen.

Her body folded—

Then rocketed—

Crashing through the opposite wall.

“Ghh…”

Zhao Ying coughed blood, one hand stabbing the floor to stay upright—

Her vision—blurred.

She saw it—

The culprit—

A tendril—black, writhing—

Snapped back—into—

The creature.

The smoke cleared—

And what she saw—

Froze her soul.

A Dragon.

No—

A flesh and tumorDragon.

It filled the room—

Walls split and groaned—forced outward by its massive bulk.

Its body—

A cancerous labyrinth of pulsing meat.

Its head—

Broad.Fanged.Eastern.

But—wrong.

The grace of an Eastern dragon—

Twisted into something vile.

Its claws—like pillar-thick talons.

Its eyes—

Red.Malicious.Mocking.

And—

At its center—

Cradled in its chest cavity—

Chen Huai’an.

Unconscious.

Trapped.

Zhao Ying’s knuckles whitened.

Worse—

The Dragon’s aura—

Had reached—

Commander Rank.

Her heart—sank.

That—

Was a gap she could not cross.

The Dragon’s eyes—

Settled on her.

In those eyes—

Derision.

Amusement.

Scorn.

Its mouth—

Split—

Wide—

Revealing rows of jagged fangs.

And from that maw—

A cacophony—

A chorus—

Of thousands of screams—

“A worm—

dares defy me?”

“Had you struck—

Days ago—

You might have succeeded.”

“But now—”

“I have merged—

With seven-tenths of this vessel’s bloodline.”

“I have fed—

On his Qi—

On his life—

On his essence—”

“I am complete—”

The Dragon’s voice—

A chorus of souls—

Mocking—

Echoing—

Endless—

“Kehehehehe…”

“Now—

Perish.”

The tail—

Lashed—

A wall of concrete—

Ripped clean from the structure—

And hurled—

Straight—

At—

Zhao Ying.

She—

Could—

Not—

Dodge—

The Dragon—

Would—

Kill—

Her—