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Zhu Mingyao's long-dormant desire to grind monsters was stirring. He licked his teeth as the gusts of air rushed towards him, but before that, there were some more important decisions to be made.

Refocusing his mind on his consciousness, his personal panel slowly opened:

Zhu Mingyao

Race: human

Age: 20

Class: Celestial Sorcerer LV14

Causal Point Pool: (omitted)

Talents: [Time-Space Adventurer (Purple)] [Five Elements Harmony (Red)]

专长：外丹药物学LV 1、民俗宗教知识LV2、神秘学LV2、古物鉴别LV2、拳术技巧LV2、剑术技巧LV3，枪械技巧LV5

Skill: [Shangqing Secret Manual, Volume 1 (Red)] LV 2

[Maoshan Miscellaneous Collection of Yang Fu Classic] (White) LV6/Full

[Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing (Qing)] LV4 - Illuminate the inner landscape deities: [Lung God Huagai] [Heart God Danyuan] [Liver God Longyan] [Spleen God Changzai] [Kidney God Xuanming] [Stomach God Yukang] [Forehead God Diting] [Marrow God Canghai] [Blood God Chijiang] Note: (The number of body deities has reached the current level limit, and the pressure from the Three Elements is difficult to withstand. Please advance as soon as possible.)

After briefly scanning the other attributes and skills, Zhu Mingyao focused his attention on the newly appeared prompt at the end of his natal cultivation technique, the Yellow Court True Scripture.

Yesterday, the enemy's misleading tactics weren't very clever, but he still almost fell for the trick. After realizing what had happened, he repeatedly examined himself and finally discovered the clues.

His progress was too rapid, and his overly powerful supernatural abilities had already put a negative strain on his body and even subtly affected his psychology. It was like the crops in the field were so good that the foal pulling the grain was about to die from exhaustion, and only a few strong oxen could keep going.

As the saying goes, human strength has its limits. Even if one can strengthen oneself through various cultivation methods, the human species still has its limits. To break through the upper limit of one's talent, one must elevate one's life level, climb the ladder step by step to immortality, and transform into immortals, Buddhas, gods, or demons.

And now, he is standing on the first great threshold. Crossing it in one step is equivalent to the Golden Core stage of the Xuanmen sect, the Prajna realm of the Buddhist sect, the budding of the holiness of the clergy, and the awakening of the core essence of the sorcerers and witches, symbolizing the beginning of the path to eternity!

Such a matter is of paramount importance to any extraordinary individual, and must be handled with utmost caution and trepidation. Even with sufficient resources, many still dare not attempt it lightly, for the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.

But for Zhu Mingyao, it was simply a matter of finding a quiet, secluded, and spiritually rich feng shui spot, and then pouring all the accumulated reward points into it.

Having made his decision, he let out a hearty laugh and flew towards his last destination on the breeze—the working class, the working spirit. When you're out in the world, you have to have the self-awareness of a worker. You have to finish the job from start to finish!

……

……

"Oh!"

A glass test tube containing silver powder and alchemical potion suddenly shattered on the floor, like stars bursting into bloom in the night, dazzling and brilliant. The oily potion evaporated instantly, and viscous liquid flames splashed and leaped among the furniture wreckage, making a "sizzling" sound. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and burnt metal.

Amidst the positive energy of the firelight, a large cloud of black mist mixed with eerie blue phosphorescence rose up, revealing a towering monster with disheveled hair, a blue face, and fangs.

The monster was completely naked except for a tattered piece of animal hide haphazardly tied around its waist. Its dark, iron-like skin was covered with patches of old bloodstains and filthy grease mixed with ash, almost forming a thick shell.

With a massive, twisted hand, a huge, bizarre blade wheel slashed diagonally, bringing with it a whistling, bloody wind, about to cleave the human in front of him from shoulder to hip!

The silver-gray lightning bolt suddenly lunged forward to block, and the moment the blades clashed, a series of scorching sparks flew out, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

"I……!"

An unexpectedly immense force struck, causing the black-haired youth with a buzz cut to suddenly change his expression. He had barely uttered a single word when the alloy longsword in his hand reversed and slammed heavily against his chest. He and the sword smashed through the walls and wooden planks, crashing outside and rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

"Boom!" The small house, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse during the fierce battle, suddenly crumbled. The ferocious figure burst through the smoke and dust, seemingly about to press its advantage, before crashing headlong into a large expanse of brilliant holy light!

A cloud of acrid black smoke rose up, obscuring the monster's form. Accompanied by a hoarse roar, holy light unleashed its full power, instantly wiping away the black aura and evil spirits. The enemy's traces vanished without a trace, leaving only a flash of cold light as a dozen throwing knives suddenly shot out.

"Dean, watch out..." The rescuer, having knocked away the hidden weapon, realized something was wrong. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange shadow appearing in the light reflecting off his brother's body, and he quickly shouted.

The black-haired youth, still reeling from the shock, stared at the monster so close to him. He steeled his resolve, his eyes suddenly turning a dark red, as if they were smoldering embers, and strange black lines appeared on his face.

In that critical moment, even though his newly awakened abilities had some aftereffects, he had no time to worry about them. He bravely crossed his arms to meet the descending weapon, muttering to himself:

"Sam, you bookworm, wasn't it said that [Yaksha]'s greatest strength is speed? Why is he so strong?"

As is typical between brothers, the young man habitually complained, expecting no response. However, at that moment, a cheerful voice lightly drifted in:

"Just a friendly reminder, this thing isn't a 'Yaksha' but a 'Rakshasa.' You've got the wrong one."

With a greeting, a bronze talisman slammed down, its heavy, mountain-like shadow swaying as it knocked the monster flat on its back. Zhu Mingyao slowly descended from mid-air, smiling at the two familiar brothers.

"What a pleasant surprise to meet old friends in a foreign land, Sam and Dean! What brings you two here?"

Chapter 376 I'm reporting someone for cheating!

The paint on the carousel was peeling off, revealing the wood grain, and the balloon-popping stall was covered with a thin layer of dust, showing that it had been neglected for a long time.

"...The so-called 'Rakshasa' is neither an evil spirit or ghost whose human soul has degenerated, nor is it a ghoul or other demonic corpse or undead. Strictly speaking, according to the classification of supernatural creatures, it should be a demonic creature somewhere between a naturally dark race such as werewolves and snake people and a low-level native ghost god."

Kicking aside a rusty tin doll, the young man stood in this seemingly bankrupt suburban amusement park and began to talk animatedly.

The long, vermilion ropes snaked around, miraculously forming sailor's knots that bound the captives upside down, making them look like pigs awaiting slaughter.

"In ancient times, they possessed various innate abilities such as levitation, invisibility, and stealth. Like their cousins, the Yakshas, ​​who also lived in their ancestral home in India, they mostly played the roles of servants and attendants of certain gods and spirits. These man-eating monsters, because they were quite intelligent, were able to perfectly obey the will of their masters, making them the henchmen and lackeys that the masters liked to recruit."

As Zhu Mingyao reinforced the seal, he began to explain in a self-important manner.

"After the end of the mythical era, these creatures lost their good jobs with employers and scattered to fend for themselves, becoming a rare species. The remaining ones are basically only active in South Asia. No wonder you made a mistake. I didn't expect to be able to catch one in the Federation, thousands of miles away from its place of origin."

However, the person involved, who had always disliked learning, showed little interest in listening to his teaching spirit of sharing knowledge.

"Stop, stop, stop! My head hurts as soon as I hear lectures." Dean, clutching his chest which was still throbbing from the impact of the blade, quickly interrupted his little lesson in heretical mysticism.

"It would be best to get rid of it quickly..." With the aim of eliminating the teaching aids and specimens as soon as possible to stop his friend from explaining the process, he hurriedly raised his demon-hunting longsword.

"Hey!" Amidst the swirling multicolored light, Zhu Mingyao swiftly pulled the spoils aside and said irritably, "Why did you have to kill it? Such a rare and precious creature is more valuable if it's captured alive."

One should know how to reciprocate human relationships. Elder Lü Hetong loves to study all kinds of monsters and spirits, so this is a good gift for him.

"You still haven't explained why you came here. I remember there's a system of exchanging quest information between the Hualian and the Demon Hunter Guild, right? They usually don't issue duplicate quests." He asked, slightly puzzled.

The two organizations have a good relationship, and the tasks they assign are assigned on a first-come, first-served basis. According to the default rule, only if Zhu Mingyao messes things up will someone else come to take over and provide support. Moreover, the Wen brothers are friends, and if they knew that he was here, they should have contacted him in advance.

Upon hearing his question, Dean hesitated, as if he had something difficult to say, but finally sighed and said, "Actually, I was investigating a private matter and happened to run into..."

Several tattered oil-painted masks and various old theatrical costumes lay on the ground. Sam dug a wooden box out of the house ruins and dragged it over.

"The disguise prop used in the crime has been found. This monster has probably been lurking in the Federation for quite some time and has learned simple disguise and counter-surveillance techniques."

He gestured around with his arms and continued, "It usually pretends to be human, lurking as the manager of an abandoned amusement park. When it has the chance, it changes into strange clothes and dresses up as a mentally ill person or a deranged killer to secretly eat people. As a result, it was not discovered for many years. It was only a few days ago that it suddenly changed its behavior and committed a series of crimes, which gave it away."

The young man smoothed his dark brown curly hair, exchanged a glance with his brother, and then explained the reason for their trip.

"Do you remember when we talked about some family stories before?"

Zhu Mingyao's thoughts stirred slightly, and he nodded silently, thinking of some things.

"Our father was a veteran demon hunter who had slain many evil monsters. Perhaps it was because of this that he was punished. When we were young, our mother was killed by a powerful demon. From then on, the three of us, father and sons, swore to God that we would find that beast and tear it to pieces!"

Dean replied somberly, "We've been tracking it for years, and recently we finally found a clue..."

His tone became more excited as he recounted the news he had received.

It's not complicated, although in popular stereotypes, demon hunters are usually portrayed as ruthless and quick to kill any creature they encounter.

However, their approach to things is not actually that rigid. They mainly target harmful and evil creatures, while turning a blind eye to harmless supernatural beings. They may even develop informants among them as sources of intelligence.

This message came from one of the informants.

He claimed to have seen what appeared to be a higher demon, crossing state lines and secretly recruiting dark creatures from the surrounding area. The description of its appearance was strikingly similar to that of the murderer who killed Mrs. Winchester.

Unfortunately, after the message was sent out, he disappeared without a trace, and it is likely that he has been murdered.

The two brothers who rushed over had no choice but to search along the way, and just then they stumbled upon this Rakshasa demon committing its crime. You all know what happened next.

Hearing this, Zhu Mingyao already understood. Unlike those niche and unpopular TV dramas, he remembered the story outline of a big IP like the Wen Family Duo very clearly.

As for the demonic enemies they mentioned, there's a 90% chance they're the main villain from the original film, the fallen angel with dark yellow eyes, the demon prince, and Satan's lieutenant Azazel!

The reason I didn't say everything and left some room for interpretation is because the original plot went too far astray in the later part, with angels everywhere, demons being treated like dogs, and even God making a cameo appearance, which was obviously very different from the worldview I knew in this life.

In this parallel world that blends elements from numerous film and television works, how the main characters will adapt to the changes and how much of their original character settings they can retain remains to be seen.

"And then you rashly chased after us on your own? Why didn't you invite Lord Blade and the others to come along?"

"Excuse me for speaking out of turn, but according to the available information, the enemy's strength is unfathomable. If you really encounter them, you're likely to be in trouble." Zhu Mingyao said solemnly, stepping on the Rakshasa ghost that was desperately twisting and resisting, and then taking out a stack of yellow talismans to stick on it.

Whether based on legends or the original TV series, Azazel is no ordinary person; he could easily kill the two brothers. The brothers only managed to turn the tables thanks to plot-driven events.

In reality, there's no protagonist's halo; one slip and the food delivered to your door is ruined.

Besides, even if there are protagonists in this world, they should be genuine people. I have a cheat code, after all… He chuckled and shook his head, “You guys are still too young. You need a senior cultivator like me to guide you through life experience…”

"That was indeed our initial plan, but the teachers and senior members of the guild received an official request for help at the last minute, so we had to come alone first."

Dean smiled smugly at his friend's teasing and stretched out his hands in a showy manner: "Besides... we two have some trump cards up our sleeves now, so please open your eyes wide and enjoy the magic show of handsome Casanova Dean!"

As the young man moved, ancient, jet-black lines emerged from beneath his skin, resembling sharp horns or claws.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of demonic flames carrying the meaning of chaos and violence rose up and condensed into a small and exquisite dark red crown three inches above his head. Rusty blood climbed up it and vaguely formed the pattern of a seven-headed red dragon.

Sensing that deep and terrifying aura, Zhu Mingyao's playful laughter instantly froze into a wooden statue.

"Damn it, screenwriter, come out and take your punishment! I'm reporting someone for cheating!"

Chapter 377 Yellow-Eyed Demon

Having made rapid progress and broken through several barriers in the past year, the Quasi-True Man standing at the threshold of the Golden Core stage twitched at the corner of his mouth, expressionlessly shifting his gaze to another person's face, the meaning of which was self-evident.

—Stop hiding anything, just show us everything.

Unable to stop his boastful brother in time, Sam glared at him helplessly, then turned and gave an awkward smile. Then, his pale eyelids closed slightly before snapping open again, two faint, crystalline lights flashing out, dazzling like flowing fire and molten gold; his once deep blue eyes had turned into molten crimson gold.

Wisps of milky-white holy light rose and gathered behind his head, transforming into an elegant silver ring engraved with profound divine patterns. As it slowly rotated, it seemed as if illusory white feathers were falling down accompanied by ethereal chants.

Two profound spiritual rhythms emerged, one orderly and the other chaotic and unpredictable. Although their attributes were diametrically opposed, their cores subtly resonated. When they merged, their power actually amplified each other. This even instilled a chilling sense of vigilance in Zhu Mingyao, proving that they were capable of posing a life-threatening threat to him.

"Hanging on the wall... and two of them!" Having suffered a second blow to his soul, Zhu Mingyao clutched his chest, trembling. In that instant, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space, transforming into the actor Chen Peisi:

"Wait a minute, I'm the main character!"

"Haha!" Seeing his utterly shattered worldview, Dean struck a pose with his hands on his hips, feeling quite pleased.

"After returning from the Skull Island secret realm, our strength improved further, and we also brought back a huge amount of wealth. Our teacher used it to exchange for top-notch secret medicines and rituals to activate our potential."

He proudly raised his head, "But who could have predicted that he would actually unearth the power of a high-level Heaven and Hell from his bloodline? Alas, it's truly perplexing..."

"I think you shouldn't be so quick to misunderstand..." A sinister, cold voice suddenly came from the side, the young man glancing sideways and spewing out his sour breath.