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"I can provide you with honeydew melon buns and teach you how to fight. In return, I need you to help me find the Red World's disciples."

"Why are you looking for me? And you don't think you can be bribed by such a request?"

"Oh, because you are the only Fire Mist Warrior I can find right now. Are you stupid to be attracted to the battle?"

"That's my request."

"Oh, Mr. Unknown Demon King. I forgot to ask your name before. My name is Entei. What's your name?"

"You can call me Alastor, or Heavenly Fire."

"It sounds more majestic than the sacrificial snake."

"You are indeed his contractor."

"If your contract means to seal the Red World Demon King in your body, then it is true. It sounds like you two know each other, why don't you say hello?"

Yang Pojun summoned the Qingming Sword.

"...Yo, the Heavenly Fire."

"Long time no see, Ritual Snake. Although I had a feeling that it might be you, I still find it hard to believe. Can you ask your contractor to let my contractor go?"

"I'm afraid that won't work."

"It seems like you came after us on purpose."

Alastor felt that the Ritual Serpent was making it clear that it wanted to take advantage of them.

However, in reality, the sacrificial snake meant that he had no strength to resist.

On the spiritual level, Yang Weiwu had been trying to snatch power from Him, while Yang Pojun was using the little power he had already usurped from Him.

To put it bluntly, he is now like the world's richest man who was forcibly moved into a mansion. Strictly speaking, his life is not bad, but his bank card has been frozen and he cannot get out. The main culprit who locked him up here is driving his luxury car and using his old... ahem.

There is no greater victim than this.

If I insist on saying that I have no ability to resist, I would definitely be lying, but Yang Pojun said first that he would help him create the world.

Because of this strange symbiotic state, the sacrificial snake saw a little bit of Yang Pojun's memory and was able to tell whether the other party's words were lies.

Although this aspect is two-way, it is also precisely the reason why He trusts Yang Pojun.

So even though Yang Weiwu beat Him on a spiritual level, even though Yang Pojun bypassed His will and used His power directly, even though His body was now completely suppressed by the activated Otan's core energy ball and the Emperor Armor...but the purpose of the Sacrificial Serpent has always been to create the world, so it is not impossible to tolerate a little offense for this reason.

However, the Sacrificial Snake did learn something from a betrayal many years ago, which is that one should not trust others easily.

He and Alastor were indeed acquainted, but their abilities did not match well. If the other party did not intend to help him, and he told him everything and even regarded him as an ally, then the purpose of creating the world would probably become a delusion.

Therefore, the sacrificial snake did not tell Alastair of his plan.

"I guess so. What's your answer?"

"I'll let Shana make the decision on that matter."

Alastair's voice was surprisingly calm.

"I never intended to ask you what you thought."

Yang Pojun looked at the exquisite pendant on Shana's chest in surprise.

"If all I wanted was the Red World Demon King, why would I come to Shana?"

"What's the meaning?"

"What I want is a hero, a hero."

Yang Pojun has admired heroes since he was a child, because the good man who told him about heroes was called Yang Wuqu.

The man stated directly that the only person he loved was Yang Lu Cun, because to him he only loved heroes (Yang Lu Cun).

If a hero just waits there foolishly, most people will never find him in their lifetime.

But what if we change our thinking and instead of looking for heroes, we create them?

This idea was strictly forbidden by his father, so Yang Pojun has never worked towards this goal.

But it's different now.

Yang Lu Cun can no longer control him.

And in this world of mysterious power, individual greatness is possible.

Yang Pojun has two reserve heroes, Tiangong Ziyin and Shana.

The materials are already complete, just like a card player with three small monsters on the field, a phantom god and a chance to summon a full move. At this moment, it is not a question of resistance, but his sanity has been taken away by God.

If you can't understand this statement, then change it to a transformation device that has only a 1% chance of being successfully activated. If it is successfully activated, you can then turn into any special effects hero you want. If it fails, you just might get beaten. Then which man can resist such temptation?

At least Yang Pojun can't do it.

"The Fire Mist Warriors are fighting against the Red World Demon King who devours humans in large numbers to prevent this world and the Red World from being destroyed, or maybe it's for revenge, right?"

Heroes of justice and heroes of revenge, how wonderful!

"Whatever your reason, power is what you need."

"You can challenge me anytime you want."

"I can promise that as long as you beat me even once, I will let you do whatever you want. How about that?"

Looking at this smiling face that can be classified as a top handsome guy according to ordinary people's aesthetic standards, Shana had only an urge to chop the person opposite.

But after two fights, she has already understood the gap between herself and her opponent.

She is not a little girl who can only do things calmly. She knows very well that she actually only has one choice.

"Just wait for me!"

Yang Pojun snapped his fingers, very happy that the other party was sensible, and made a downward gesture behind him.

Tiangong Ziyin lowered the fishing rod, allowing the melon to reach Shana's mouth.

The girl bit the melon bag viciously.

This was the first time she ate the melon bun without savoring it carefully.

[155] Yang Pojun: I really want an excellent free master

What exactly is the power of existence? What is magic?

For Yang Pojun, who lives in a world without mysterious power (fog), this is a topic worth exploring.

Magic power can allow an eight-year-old child to destroy a 5mm steel plate, of course, provided that he is using inherent spiritual equipment.

The power of existence can allow a girl who looks twelve years old to cut a 5mm steel plate.

Magic power can be used to recover from one's own injuries.

The power of existence can also repair one's own injuries.

Generally speaking, people with strong magical powers also have strong presence (certified by the Ritual Snake).

So is there a possibility that -

Magic and the force of existence are the same energy.

(There is still a difference in feeling.)

"reason."

(intuition.)

"That's farting."

After defining Yang Soul's own thoughts, Yang Pojun looked at the man and woman who were sweating profusely in front of him.

"Oyster--"

"Yada——"

"Keep going, don't stop! If you still have the energy to scream, it means you still have strength!"

"Are you sick? Why did you let him sit on my back and lift dumbbells?"

"To give you a weight."

"What does that have to do with training? As long as the Fire Mist Warriors master the Freedom Method, a little physical improvement is not important at all. It's better to say that since we no longer have a past, present, or future, it's theoretically impossible for us to grow!"

"Is that right?"

Yang Pojun asked the two Red World Demon Kings.

The exquisite pendant was hung on the gorgeous Qingming sword, leaning diagonally against the wall.

"That's true. Humans are too weak. Without their own existence, they will be easily destroyed, not to mention being improved through tempering."

Alastair said.

"Weak".

The Serpent of the Ritual thought that this old acquaintance probably had never seen a demon, and really thought that Yang Pojun was his contracted person, so he had this illusion. At least this man had nothing to do with the word weak.

Yang Pojun, who had recovered to his 1.72-meter height, sat on the sofa in the room with a majestic posture and took a sip of orange juice.

Hmm... this is difficult. I have heard Xuanyin Zhi'an mention before that demons are realms reached after their memory and body have been honed to the extreme. So the possibility of a fire fog warrior becoming a demon is lower. We can only hope that Tiangong Ziyin can become a demon.

But he is still an eight-year-old child and his body is still in the growth stage. It will take years to train it to the extreme.

After such a long time, will I look like a middle-aged office worker when I go home, and be mistaken by my family as my father Yang Lu Cun who has resurrected?

(I don’t think so. Since we already have the method of creating matter, we should also be able to develop the method of changing the age of the body.)

That makes sense, but that needs to be decided after I confirm the true identity of the power of existence.

(After all, it’s something from the occult. I feel that things like torches are like moving graves. There shouldn’t be any valuables that can be used to dig up dead people’s graves to make money, right? If that’s the case, I really want to kill all the Red World people.)

It makes no difference. Anyway, I am ready to grab the power of existence from the Red World Demon King.

Yang Pojun's eyes narrowed.

"Why did you stop? Tiangong!"

"Hold, sorry, I really don't have the strength anymore."

"Oh, then take a rest."

Tiangong Ziyin got off Shana's back and put down the dumbbells.

"I didn't ask you to get down! Sit back down, take your own inherent spiritual equipment, put it on your legs, and do sword Zen for me!"

"Eh?!"

"Or you can choose for me to chase you in the car while you run ahead."

"I-I'll do it!"

Tiangong Ziyin gritted her teeth and sat back under Shana's gloomy expression.

"...Hey, Entei, right?"

"Well, I won't change my name."

"You said before that I could challenge you at any time, right?"

"um, yes."

"Then I want to fight you now!"

"sure."

The girl with flaming hair and burning eyes drew out an unsheathed long sword from her night hat, flames rolling on the blade, and slashed towards Yang Pojun.

"Hmph, defense is coming!"

Yang Pojun threw out the invincible armored beast, the Emperor of Light War Dragon bit the blade and stalemate with Shana in mid-air.

Yang Pojun took off his slippers and kicked the young girl in the face. Shana wanted to put away her sword and retreat, but she was a step too late because the Emperor of Light War Dragon was biting the long sword named Zhidian Zana tightly.

Because of this mistake, she flew backwards and smashed a big hole in the wall.

"This is a hotel room. We can't disrupt official business. Remember to use the power of existence to repair it later."

Jumping back on the sofa and putting on his slippers, Yang Pojun said lazily.