The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

Then he felt a headache coming on; this person was hiding too well, and he couldn't find him at all.

But his superiors gave him a death order, urging him to contact the Blood Demon as soon as possible.

On the other side, the Japanese lieutenant general was also furious.

"Nimura Jiichi, I don't care what method you use, find this Blood Demon for me as soon as possible."

"Yes!" Nomura Jiichi replied respectfully.

After leaving the general's office, Nomura Jiichi's face immediately turned ugly.

"Where am I supposed to find the Blood Demon? And this guy is getting more and more terrifying. Even if I do find him, I'm no match for those guys."

Nomura Jiichi had made up his mind that he would just give the general a perfunctory response unless he also sent him a large number of skilled men to assist him.

……

On Ruijin Road, Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating his Qi within his body.

After a long while, having finished his homework for the day, Zhou Ming stopped to work and focused his senses on his body.

On the bright river of blood, 117 blood-fiend talismans emitted a bloody light.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a small flag rolled into a stick.

"Hmph!" Zhou Ming looked at the little flag, snorted coldly, and didn't say anything more.

Samadhi Fire appeared in his hand, instantly engulfing the small stick completely.

The black Qi suddenly burst forth, blocking the Samadhi True Fire, but due to its inherent restraint, the black Qi was quickly burned away, and it was clear that it wouldn't last long.

"Spare me! You can do whatever you want with me." A deep voice suddenly rang out from the flames.

"So you do have self-awareness." Zhou Ming's face turned cold, and he said in a sinister tone.

After a moment of silence, the voice from the flames said somewhat anxiously, "Could you please stop the flames?"

"I had no choice. As long as the Yinshan Sect has the method, I have to obey them. This is beyond my control."

“That’s even better, I’ll free you right now,” Zhou Ming said with a sneer.

The Samadhi True Fire intensified instantly, igniting the magical artifact and causing a burst of thick black energy to erupt from within.

Like a bomb, it rapidly expanded and surged outwards, but it only enlarged the sphere shrouded in Samadhi Fire, without breaking free of its restraints.

Zhou Ming naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch the Ghost King escape. One after another, Blood Fiend Talismans appeared in his hand, instantly piercing through the Samadhi True Fire and merging into the rolling black Qi.

The moment it merged into it, it unleashed its power, locking onto a single point and merging into the Ghost King's body, like an acupoint.

Red blood vessels appeared, connecting to other blood-fiend talismans, like acupoints and meridians.

"What is this?" Ghost King's voice was filled with terror as he realized he was gradually losing control of himself.

With the 108th Blood Fiend Talisman falling, the Ghost King completely lost control of himself.

The black energy all over his body was quickly transformed into bloodthirsty power, turning into red flames, and began to transform the Ghost King from the inside out.

In a short while, it turned into a ball of red light and flew into Zhou Ming's body.

The moment it merged into Zhou Ming's body, Zhou Ming felt a significant increase in the speed at which he absorbed and cultivated his Blood Fiend Power.

The presence of four automatically cultivating Blood Demons and Fiends accelerated Zhou Ming's cultivation of Blood Fiend Power.

Although the two great demons of Prajna merged, their efficiency was not reduced.

Zhou Ming's gaze suddenly sharpened, he closed his eyes, and his senses entered his body.

Above the Blood River, the newly refined Ghost Power King was tearing apart the Prajna Ghost King.

Despite having just been transformed and born, the Demon King easily subdued the Prajna Demon King, grabbing the head of the one-horned demon with one large hand and one arm of the Prajna Demon King with the other.

"Sizzle!" One of Prajna Ghost King's hands was forcibly pulled off.

"Ah!" The rage aroused by the pain caused the Prajna Ghost King to struggle wildly.

The powerful strength of the Prajna Ghost King seemed to vanish suddenly, and its remaining three arms reached for the arm of the Ghost King that was holding its head.

Three hands gripped the arm tightly, the muscles on it twitching menacingly, yet they did not budge it in the slightest.

The Demon King opened his blood-red maw and devoured the severed arm of the Prajna Demon King, with streams of essence and blood-fiend power surging into his body.

After finishing his meal in a few bites, the Demon King grabbed the other arm of the Demon King Prajna and ripped it off once again.

Soon, all four arms were torn off. Not satisfied, the Demon King began to tear apart the body of the Prajna Demon King.

Zhou Ming watched this scene quietly without intervening.

Because when the Ghost King ate the first arm, Zhou Ming discovered that the other party was evolving and undergoing a fundamental transformation.

"These ghosts really fit together perfectly," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Initially, two ghosts merged, and the Ghost King absorbed a bit of his power and transformed. Now, the Ghost King is absorbing the Prajna Ghost King and undergoing another transformation.

“If it can keep swallowing, it should be able to produce an extremely powerful Ghost King.” Zhou Ming looked at the Ghost Power King with a slight gleam in his eyes.

"Let's still call him Mighty Ghost King. It's simple and straightforward," Zhou Ming said, looking at Mighty Ghost King.

After devouring the entire Prajna Ghost King, the Mighty Ghost King's blood and evil power surged throughout his body, and he looked around.

The bull demon, who had been hiding far away, was so frightened by this scene that it sank to the bottom of the blood river. It was truly terrifying.

Ignoring the bull demon, the Mighty Ghost King stopped in the middle of the Blood River, frantically absorbing the blood demonic power within.

The crimson light gradually enveloped the Mighty Demon King's entire body, eventually transforming him into a blood cocoon.

"It will take about a year?" Zhou Ming sensed the changes within the blood cocoon and made a rough guess.

Time flies, and a year has passed quickly.

Zhou Ming sat on the second-floor balcony, holding a book in his hand. On the back of the book was written a large character: "Wine".

This is the legacy of the Three Witch Elders, one of the three great secrets of wine, smoke, and incense.

"It really is ancient." Zhou Ming said with admiration as he looked at the description of a type of wine.

Blood wine, the oldest wine recorded in this tradition, is also the most primitive sacrificial wine.

Blood wine, brewed using humans as vessels and blood as ingredients, is believed to effectively communicate with and worship the spirits, making it the highest-grade and most primitive sacrificial wine.

Although this tradition is very orthodox, ancient orthodox traditions may not be accepted by this era because they are too primitive and bloody.

Then it was improved to use animal products instead, or even grains and plants instead, which is the evolution of the sacrificial wine in this tradition.

"Brewing wine to refine essence, drinking wine to refine qi, and offering wine to refine spirit—this tradition has been modified so perfectly and completely. The Three Witch Elders are truly geniuses." Zhou Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The ancestors of this lineage modified the brewing method of wine, and the Three Witch Elders directly transformed this tradition of brewing sacrificial wine and worshipping gods into a cultivation tradition that aligned with the essence of cultivation.

Chapter 109: Information about the 'Big Fish' and Pregnancy

It's like transforming a craft of weapon crafting into a fundamental cultivation practice that uses weapons to attain enlightenment.

The former is merely a skill that can enrich your extraordinary abilities, while the latter is the ultimate path to cultivating one's life force and spiritual power.

"This senior is indeed a genius, but his judgment in choosing disciples is poor." Zhou Ming reached out and closed the book, bowing his head slightly.

At the street corner next door, a stall owner was doing business while secretly observing his surroundings.

Those were Zhou Ming's Blood Demon Soldiers; there were more than a dozen like them in this area.

Over the past year, Zhou Ming led the Blood Demon Soldiers in numerous operations, assassinating a large number of Japanese experts, traitors, and some Japanese devils who oppressed the Chinese people.

He rarely took action against ordinary Japanese soldiers, not because Zhou Ming had become kind, but because Shanghai was no longer controlled by the Nationalist army or other forces, and Zhou Ming was afraid of messing things up and losing control of the situation.

"Six more years. After six years, I won't have to worry anymore." This was what Zhou Ming had always thought.

Of course, the Japanese didn't just sit idly by and wait to be killed; they used all sorts of methods.

The small building where Zhou Ming now lives is no longer the detached house he lived in a year ago. In the past year, he has changed his place of residence five times.

More than a dozen safe houses were destroyed, but Zhou Ming built another twenty or thirty.

As long as the assassination leaves even the slightest clue, these Japanese agents, like mad dogs, will come sniffing around.

"...Mrs. Zhou is truly virtuous; she personally buys groceries every day..."

The sound of conversation came from afar, and Zhou Ming turned his head and saw Ye Qingyu walking over carrying a vegetable basket.

To evade Japanese spies, Zhou Ming and Ye Qingyu pretended to be husband and wife, and then it became a real marriage.

Ye Qingyu carried the vegetable basket back home, closed the door, and immediately went upstairs to the second floor. When she saw Zhou Ming, she whispered, "Xiao Ming, a big fish has arrived."

Zhou Ming released an invisible aura that enveloped the surroundings before asking, "What big fish? Is it related to Nomura Jiichi?"

Over the past year, Zhou Ming has tried to kill this guy many times, but the guy is as slippery as a mudfish.

They either sensed the danger early on and ran away, or they stayed inside the Japanese military police headquarters and refused to come out no matter what.

"The commander of the Japanese 6th Division, Tani no Nagatoshi, is being transferred back to Japan. He will arrive in Shanghai in three days and take the ship back to Japan that night," Ye Qingyu said in a low voice as usual.

The moment Zhou Ming heard the name Gu Fu Changshou, his pupils lit up with a red light, and his bloodthirsty power burned fiercely.

"Can you confirm the authenticity of the information?" Zhou Ming asked, forcing himself to remain calm.

"This information came from within the Special Higher Police, so it should be true. However, just to be on the safe side, I've already contacted Jianghu Xiaozhan and asked them to help investigate the recent movements of the Sixth Division and Gu Fu Changshou. They said they'd give me a reply within two days." Ye Qingyu walked over and put her arm around Zhou Ming's waist as she spoke.

“Alright, let’s hold off for the next couple of days and move on once we have the intelligence.” Zhou Ming nodded, but as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a subtle change in Ye Qingyu.

Zhou Ming reached out and grabbed Ye Qingyu's wrist. His expression then changed slightly, showing a mix of excitement, dazedness, and heaviness.

"you are pregnant!"

"Mmm!" Ye Qingyu hugged Zhou Ming's waist tightly and buried her head in Zhou Ming's chest.

Looking at Ye Qingyu, Zhou Ming fell silent for a moment; this was not a good time.

"Don't participate in any more operations. Apart from intelligence gathering, focus on your pregnancy and rest," Zhou Ming said softly.

"Mm!" Ye Qingyu nodded slightly.

Zhou Ming released Ye Qingyu's embrace, walked to the side, picked up the vegetable basket, and headed towards the kitchen below.

Soon, the aroma of vegetables wafted up.

In the evening, Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, his Qi emanating from his body.

"The five internal organs have completed the transformation of Qi. The remaining major internal organs are the six fu organs and the brain. What's left are some small, peripheral internal organs." Zhou Ming thought to himself, feeling his progress over the past year.