Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 77 Plunder [Part 1] (4k long chapter)

"As expected, there are source values, and it looks like there are quite a few."

A hint of joy flashed in Hu Long's eyes.

That was his real purpose.

Since they can incorporate the bones of evil spirits into weapons and forge them into weapons with special functions.

Therefore, as a record of the most fundamental secret martial arts, the divine intent could not possibly be anything ordinary.

Indeed, the facts did not disappoint him.

The scroll is held in my hand.

It has a rough texture and a certain toughness, and it doesn't look like a canvas, but rather like the skin of some kind of creature.

This reminded him of the piece of human skin-like tissue he had found in the "Qingnang Fragment".

These ancient people seemed to be obsessed with making things from the skin of living things.

Perhaps it's because these skins have other uses, such as being able to be preserved for a longer time and not decaying.

However, this was a minor issue for Hu Long and not important; what mattered was that he could provide source values ​​for himself.

Thinking this way.

As the source value continues to increase.

Hu Long's gaze was also observing the changes in the divine intent of this scroll.

What if he absorbed the source value from it, causing this scroll to be corrupted by divine intent?

I'm afraid Hu Zhenkui, who's guarding outside, will fight him to the death.

Fortunately, this worst-case scenario did not occur.

This indirectly proves, to some extent, that his previous speculation was correct.

The essence of the source value is something deeper, not the special power left over from evil spirits.

soon.

Nearly a minute passed.

The coolness above began to decrease.

After a few more seconds, there was no further response, indicating that the source value had been completely drained.

Hu Long glanced at the Divine Intent and found it was still intact, with no loss of martial arts energy.

Only then did he feel relieved and withdrew his hand.

A slight stirring in my heart.

Bring up the panel.

My gaze fell on the Source Value column at the very bottom of the Taisu noodle board.

[Source Value: 72.31 strands]

Originally, after downloading the Spirit Ape Secret Weapon, I improved my innate divine power and supernatural strength.

There are actually very few source values ​​left.

Only ten strands remained.

Now it displays seventy-two strands.

This also means that this divine intention brought him a gain of sixty-two strands of source value.

This can be considered the time when Hu Long has harvested the most source value.

It's no wonder it's an old object that has been passed down for six hundred years.

but.

Is it only the Hu family's spirit ape secret martial god intention that is like this, or is it that every clan's divine intention is like this?

Following this line of reasoning...

Could he steal the divine will of other clans? No, there's no need to steal it; he can just borrow it.

Thinking of this.

A strange light flashed in Hu Long's eyes.

This idea is worth trying, although he currently has no way to deal with the middle and upper clans.

However, with his current strength, those lower-ranking clans are not a big problem for him as long as he is careful.

These thoughts swirled in my mind.

Hu Long remained expressionless.

Turn around and create some distance.

Find a spot to sit and look at the divine intent of the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts, as if you were contemplating and comprehending it.

After half an hour.

He looked somewhat disappointed, stood up, opened the door, and came out.

"How was it? Did you find anything useful?"

Outside.

Hearing the noise, Hu Zhenkui, who was standing there waiting, turned around and asked.

"no."

Hu Long shook his head.

However, as if remembering something, he asked a question.

"By the way, Chieftain, the material of that divine will seems quite nice. I touched it just now, and it doesn't feel like paper. What is it made of?"

He bluntly stated his own actions from just now.

Although as a martial artist in the Skin Polishing Realm, one can sense the gazes of those around them, and even feel various rays of light, such as infrared, falling on their body.

In theory, it cannot be monitored.

But this is only theoretical. If there were any way to see his behavior just now, it would inevitably arouse unnecessary suspicion.

It's better to just say it out loud.

Upon hearing this, Hu Zhenkui's face suddenly darkened. Without saying a word, he immediately turned around and went back into the house.

A moment later, he stepped out of the room again.

His expression relaxed slightly.

He glanced at Hu Long and said in a deep voice.

"The specific material of the divine painting in my Hu family is no longer known."

According to ancestral accounts, it was likely made from some kind of powerful, otherworldly membrane, impervious to water and fire, and also impervious to swords and blades; ordinary methods simply could not destroy it.

He paused, his tone solemn: "But this thing is ultimately related to the foundation and lifeline of my Hu family. Even though it is tough, it is absolutely forbidden to touch it directly with your hands."

"If the vital energy and spirit of the diagram are damaged, it would destroy the very foundation of my Hu family."

In this regard.

Hu Long nodded outwardly, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, Hu Zhenkui decided not to say anything more.

He gave Hu Long a few simple instructions and then sent him back.

Watching Hu Long's departing figure, Hu Zhenkui stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, and muttered to himself: "I don't know if this choice is right or wrong—but putting everything else aside, the innate divine power this boy possesses is extraordinary."

If we miss this opportunity, I don't know how much longer my Hu family will have to wait before we can truly rise to prominence.

Thousands of kilometers away from Yangang City, there is an isolated island in the waters of Luo Guo.

The weather here is the complete opposite of the harsh winter in the Yu Kingdom.

The climate is mild, vegetation grows wildly, and dense forests almost block out the sunlight.

Amidst the dense shadows of the trees, clusters of silver, disc-shaped buildings lie silently, rooted to the earth like mythical beasts.

"Lord Ikafi, not long ago, the agent codenamed 963 within the Yu Kingdom was confirmed dead, and several other Class C Executors went missing at the same time."

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The interior of one of the silver buildings.

A blonde, blue-eyed young woman was respectfully reporting in a low voice to the figure sitting by the window.

This was a blue-haired young man with handsome features, his face sculpted as if by magic, and even his eyes were a deep blue, like a vast ocean, so deep they seemed to draw people in.

At this moment, he is sitting at a piano by the window, playing it with a serious expression.

Bathed in sunlight, she exuded an air of nobility that made it difficult for others to look directly at her.

Hearing the report coming from behind him.

Upon hearing this, the blue-haired man named Ikafi stopped what he was doing and asked in surprise.

"Even the spy is dead?"

It's normal for those who hunt down secret warriors to be exposed and killed.

But the hidden cards are different.

They have all undergone special modifications and used old techniques to disguise themselves, so they should be able to remain hidden and invisible.

In the past, even if all the executors were wiped out, the secret agents would not be affected.

But this time it was uprooted completely.

This was quite unexpected for him.

"Yes, they died suddenly, without sending any information back! They must have been ambushed by a martial artist at the Skin Polishing Realm or higher."

the woman replied.

"I told you long ago, this kind of unbridled arrest of those martial arts practitioners will cause trouble sooner or later."

Ikafi shook his head.

His fingers touched the piano keys without turning his head.

There was no reaction upon seeing Ikafi.

The blonde woman seemed to have thought of something and continued.

"By the way, Dr. Flora is very interested in these two materials and hopes you can bring them back to her."

Upon hearing this, Ikafi paused, reacting for the first time.

He stood up and turned around.

--puff!

In that instant.

The blonde woman, who had been standing, stumbled as if struck by a heavy blow, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He knelt down on the ground.

"Lord Ikafi—I—"

The blonde woman's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and a strange image was reflected deep in her pupils.

As the surrounding light dimmed, a huge, pitch-black spider shadow silently appeared behind the man. Countless sticky spider silk spread out from the void, forming a lightless web around her and enveloping her inside.

Six pairs of deep blue compound eyes opened one by one in the shadows, locking onto her as if scrutinizing a flying insect trapped in a net, powerless to struggle.

"Remember, if it's about Flora next time, let me know immediately."

Just then, Ikafi's voice came through, with a faint smile on his face.

"Yes—yes—"

The blonde woman nodded hurriedly, afraid that if she hesitated even a moment, her life would be in danger.

"That's right. As long as it's Flora's wish, I will do my best—bring the information first."

Ikafi nodded.

The moment he finished speaking, the spider shadows behind her, the surrounding webs, and the suffocating sense of being stared at her vanished, as if everything that had just happened was merely her illusion.

"This is the target's information; please take a look."

The blonde woman lowered her head, not daring to look at it again, and respectfully handed over the documents in her hand.

Ikafi reached out and took it.

He opened the file, which contained information about two people.

Name: Hu Long

Age: 21

[Bone Structure: Grade A]

[Innate superhuman strength: 1200 jin or more]

[Potential Assessment: Grade B —]

Name: Hu Zetong

Age: 15

[Bone Structure: Grade A]

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[Innate superhuman strength: 1,000 jin]

[Potential Assessment: Grade A —]

Wait until you finish watching.

Ikafi's light swept across Hu Long's information and landed on Hu Zetong.

"Both bone structure and talent are good, it's just a pity that the first one is too old, wasting such good talent. The second one is more valuable."

That brings us to this point.

He paused, his voice lowering.

"This defeat will surely put those clans on guard, making it even more difficult for them to take action next time. Moreover, those upper-class clans are not to be trifled with."

When he spoke of those superior clans, he paused briefly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes, before continuing.

"How about this, in a few months, after I finish composing these pieces, I will personally make a trip and bring these two materials back."

The eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

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The festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year has gradually faded away.

Apart from a few scattered spots in the city where remnants of red still lingered, most people had already moved away from the New Year's atmosphere.

They bid farewell to their hometowns and relatives and returned to their respective jobs.

The city, which had been somewhat deserted due to the holidays, has regained its former hustle and bustle and vitality.

This happens every year: we look forward to going home, and we are reluctant to leave. That's life.

The Hu family compound, however, was different; it remained lively.

As is customary, this situation usually lasts for a month.

However, this has little to do with Hu Long.

Inside the huge room.

Hu Long closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and remained as still as a bell.

His body appeared motionless, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the muscles and skin all over his body were trembling slightly in a profound rhythm.

The tremor was extremely subtle, yet it conveyed a sense of precise coordination, as if every inch of flesh and blood was breathing and exerting its own strength.

As time went on.

His body temperature gradually rose, and his skin turned red.

It's like a furnace that's constantly burning, its heat spreading silently outwards.

This kind of training, which combines movement and stillness, consumes more physical strength than the rigid movements of fierce fighting.

After a long while, the subtle tremors all over his body gradually subsided.

"call!"

Hu Long slightly raised his eyelids and exhaled deeply.

A condensed, arrow-like white energy shot out from between his lips and teeth, spanning more than two meters.

With a soft "smack," it struck the opposite wall, then slowly dissipated, turning into a wisp of white mist.

"It's almost done."

These days of practice have helped me adapt.

He gradually managed to calm and control his surging power and restless mind.

Now, the power can be channeled and moved at will.

If you cultivate in this way, you can break through to the eighth level of the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts Skin Polishing Chapter in one or two months at most.

However, peaceful cultivation has never been his style.

Moreover, there were the Pure Fire Cult and Black Reef, like a bone spur stuck in his throat, constantly reminding him of the potential threats.

His strength is still too weak. If he were strong enough, the other party would dare to attack him.

Just go straight to their door and slaughter all those bastards.

There's no need for such trouble.

Thinking about this.

His once tamed "mind" began to stir again, and a violent killing intent rose within him.

Under the influence of such emotions.

Hu Long's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression turned ferocious.

I realized this.

Hu Long took a deep breath.

He forcibly suppressed this murderous intent.

Then clear your mind and stop thinking about it.

After a while, the feeling subsided.

Hu Long frowned slightly.

Hu Zhenkui is right. Practicing the Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts easily breeds a restless mind, requiring extremely high levels of mental discipline.

However, his strength improved too quickly, which amplified this drawback many times over.

If it weren't for the ten years he spent in a vegetative state in his previous life, which made his mind different from ordinary people and abnormal, he would have been different.

It's probably already out of control.

"But if this continues, and my strength keeps increasing, I'll eventually lose control—"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"We can't delay any longer; we must resolve this issue as soon as possible."

Thinking of this.

Hu Long got up and stretched his muscles a little.

A series of cracking sounds suddenly came from all the joints in his body.

I took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

I went to the table and turned on the computer.

"Ascend to the Privy Council".

I browsed through the tasks section.

There are quite a few tasks on the list.

Some tasks involve apprehending criminals, investigating a certain area, or dealing with supernatural beings.

However, due to the mechanism of the "Shuting", in order to reduce deaths and prevent those naive martial artists from accepting tasks beyond their own capabilities.

Almost all bounty missions have a combat power requirement.

It's like a game quest; you can only accept it once you reach a certain level.

With his current combat strength rating, he is not capable of taking on overly difficult missions.

However, Hu Long didn't care.

He wasn't actually trying to complete any bounty mission; it was just a pretext.

He casually selected the simplest task from the list, accepted it, and then got up and left his residence.