The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

He had barely finished speaking.

"BOOM—!!"

The heavy, brass-studded door seemed to have heard his complaints.

Suddenly it opened up on its own.

A strong smell of blood wafted over.

Without hesitation, Gu Xu swaggered in with his three followers.

The moment his heel crossed the threshold.

"Bang!"

The door behind me slammed shut.

You could even hear a few dull thuds as the locks clicked shut, as if afraid the trapped fish would escape.

"Tsk, the same old trick."

Gu Xu glanced back at the tightly closed door, his face full of disdain: "This kind of 'closing the door to beat the dog' act can only fool those naive newbies. They don't even know who the dog is."

He turned his head and looked towards the center of the village.

This is a huge training ground, or rather...

It is a sacrificial square.

The ground of the square was covered with strange runes drawn in blood, and right in the center of those runes...

A huge creature was lying there.

At first glance, it looked like a mountain of flesh.

But as Gu Xu approached, even someone as used to grand occasions as him couldn't help but frown and feel a churning in his stomach.

That's not a mountain of flesh at all.

Those were clearly the bodies of countless humans.

They were forcibly stitched together by some extremely cruel method.

Countless arms sprouted from the fleshy ball like weeds, some of them clutching broken weapons.

Countless human heads, men, women, young and old, are embedded on the surface of the fleshy ball, their expressions ranging from pain to ferocity.

Or perhaps they are numb, their mouths opening and closing, uttering incoherent mutterings.

At the very top of the fleshy ball, there was a huge rift filled with sharp ribs, like a gaping maw of abyss, from which yellow corpse fluid was constantly flowing.

At this moment, a blood-red data panel appeared before Gu Xu's eyes.

[Dungeon Boss: Thousand Corpse Tai Sui - Human Pillar]

[Level: 55 (Lord-level)]

[HP: 15550000/15550000]

[Status: Source of resentment, power of a thousand corpses, resentment pervades...]

[Introduction: This is the Ghost Mother's most prized "work of art." She threw the flesh and blood, along with the vengeful spirits of thousands of living people from the entire village, into the corpse-refining furnace. After forty-nine days of refining and stitching, this immortal monster was finally born. It has no reason, only hatred and a voracious appetite for the living. Every inch of its skin is made of pain; any attack that falls upon it will be shared by those thousands of dead souls. (Note: Does that head look familiar?)]

"vomit--"

Gu Xu was genuinely disgusted this time.

Although he is a calamity-professional, that does not mean he is a pervert.

This thing is utterly devoid of beauty and exists purely to disgust people.

That's an insult to the word "calamity".

"What the hell is this thing?"

Gu Xu took a step back, looking at the still-wriggling ball of flesh with disgust: "I say, isn't the entry barrier for our line of work a bit too low?"

"What do you mean any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become a boss just by putting in some effort?"

He turned to look at Tuqi beside him and pointed to the huge "Thousand Corpse Tai Sui".

"Mouse, don't be so ashamed."

Gu Xu said earnestly, "I used to think you looked pretty average, but after this guy came out, I think you're absolutely stunning."

"Seriously, this isn't just ugly, it's spiritual pollution."

Tuchi paused for a moment, though it didn't quite understand what "handsome and clear-eyed" meant.

But it could sense that its owner was praising it.

So he excitedly waved the bone cane in his hand, which squeaked twice.

Even the usually aloof and cold-blooded Bride's red aura was somewhat unstable at this moment.

Clearly, this germaphobic young lady disliked the filthy thing in front of her, pieced together from countless corpse parts.

It was also an extreme level of disgust.

"Alright, stop looking, it makes me want to vomit."

Gu Xu didn't want to waste any more time on this thing.

This thing is not only an eyesore, but it also blocks the way. Most importantly, its stats look like it's incredibly durable.

"My lords!"

Gu Xu's expression turned cold, and he raised his hand to point at the Thousand Corpse Tai Sui, who was slowly standing up and letting out a deafening roar.

"Get it! Take it apart!"

"Remember, take it apart in tiny pieces! I don't want this thing to be able to be put back together!"

"roar--!!"

The Thousand Corpse Grand Duke seemed to sense the danger, and all the thousands of mouths on its body let out a sharp shriek at the same time.

That bulky body suddenly unleashed a speed completely disproportionate to its size.

Like a runaway heavy tank, bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

It rammed into Gu Xu hard.

……

Northern suburbs of Beichuan City, outside the cordon.

The air was still filled with the lingering earthy smell.

The tense battlefield atmosphere eased slightly as the black fog dissipated.

But it hasn't completely leaked out yet.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for that bright red bridal sedan chair to completely cool down, and also waiting for the young man who dared to barge in alone to send back a definite message.

Lin Yuan sat on the sofa next to the makeshift medical tent.

This is a ninth-level saint who can shake the entire Divine Summer with a stomp of his foot.

His appearance is really quite shabby right now.

Not to mention that his iconic black trench coat was long since turned into tattered rags, making him look like a beggar elder when he wore it.

Although Zhang Xinxin's divine healing technique reattached her left arm.

But that piercing phantom pain still dances disco in my nerves.

Zhang Xinxin pushed up her glasses, and the tip of the staff in her hand shone with a soft white light.

They wrapped the rings around Lin Yuan's body, one by one.

"Brother Lin, you're really in good health. With death energy corroding you to this extent, an eighth-level cultivator would be on the way to the crematorium by now, but you haven't uttered a sound."

"cough……"

Lin Yuan blushed slightly and awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Xin Xin, please stop teasing me."

"It's only because I play a necromancer that I have some resistance to this stuff. Otherwise, this wouldn't be an emergency scene, it would be a funeral."

As the final healing spell was applied, Lin Yuan's ashen complexion finally regained some color.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and some of the aura of a peak expert returned to him.

But the lingering fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He looked up at the still-rotating gate to the secret realm in the distance, then at Zhang Daoxuan standing next to the command vehicle.

He sighed and walked over.

"Lin Yuan, how are you feeling?"

Zhang Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lin Yuan who was walking over with concern in his eyes.

"I won't die, but I've completely lost face."

Lin Yuan gave a wry smile, took out a half-smoked cigar from his pocket, and was about to light it when he remembered that this was the medical area. He awkwardly stuffed it back in: "A dignified ninth-level saint, I couldn't even get through the gate, and I was humiliated by the guard dog at the door."

"If this gets out, I'll never be able to show my face in this industry again."