Multiple Personality Disorder Demon Gate Seeks Talent

This was the first time Fang Nian had ever seen the true form of the Demon Artifact.

Although I knew that Ren Qiushui's magic weapon could be transformed into a weapon, I had never actually seen it before.

However, Tang Tiankuo's transformation into a magical artifact did not result in a complete weapon, but rather in a gemstone.

Seeing Fang Nian's curious gaze, Tang Tiankuo sneered: "Don't think that just because you can inscribe a powerful control martial skill on a demon, you're a master."

"You're probably stunned to see my magical artifact form, aren't you?"

Fang Nian pointed to the gem: "I've heard that magical artifacts are transformed into weapons, and gems are attached to them. This is the first time I've seen this."

The miners from the Yinqian team watching from the sidelines were also very curious.

Liu Fu, speaking softly, said, "Generally, the transformation of a weapon requires extremely powerful demonic energy and sufficient demonic power to solidify into a weapon."

"If there isn't enough demonic energy, it can also be transformed into part of weapons or magical artifacts, attaching itself to them and providing some attributes."

"With the addition of the gem, this knife will be sharper than an ordinary knife, and will also have some fire attribute power."

Tang Tiankuo didn't care that Liu Fu had revealed his secrets to Fang Nian.

Because a truly knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that the fiery red gemstone has a fire attribute bonus.

Even if we don't say anything, once the fight starts and the gems start to exert their power, and the blades catch fire, won't you be able to tell?

Tang Tiankuo smiled smugly. He had thought the other party was a master, but he hadn't expected that the other party had never even seen a demonic artifact.

How good can he be?

If his magic weapon is engraved with two or more martial arts techniques, one should be wary of him.

It seems that his magic weapon is engraved with a strange magic coiling technique.

Tang Tiankuo: "You are no match for me. It's not too late to kneel down and admit defeat now."

"My fire sword may not be very powerful, but it happens to be specifically designed to counter wood-based and vine-based martial arts techniques."

"I think you're quite talented, as you've managed to inscribe a martial arts technique on a magic weapon. If you surrender and admit defeat, I'll recommend you to be a servant in the Wang family. Perhaps you'll have a chance to redeem yourself in the future."

"If you fight me and die, you'll lose everything."

His face was smug, and he even went so far as to use demonic energy to ignite the blade with flames.

Although this consumes demonic energy, its deterrent effect is maximized.

Seeing that he was rambling on and on, Fang Nian stepped closer and said, "Since you don't want to pay, then you're not leaving today."

"If this matter can't be resolved, how will I, Fang Nian, do business in the future?"

"Even selling textbooks is threatened by criminal gangs. This Wangcheng is too chaotic. Since that's the case, we can only settle things with our fists."

Fang Nian glanced at her daughter in her left arm and brandished the Heart-Slicing Knife in her right hand.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, little one, Daddy's going to do something."

Tang Tiankuo said coldly, "Stubborn fool! You're courting death!"

"Look at the knife!"

Tang Tiankuo's sword was imbued with fire-attribute demonic energy as he slashed down.

Fang Nian casually used a sword technique, and the tip of the blade suddenly released a chilling frost.

The solid ice froze the flames on Tang Tiankuo's sword.

Fang Nian stared intently at Tang Tiankuo's knife, examining it closely: "Looked closely, what's wrong?"

Finding his powerful strike blocked and the flames frozen, Tang Tiankuo was shocked, his eyes darting around: "You..."

Fang Nian: "Let me see the knife. Once I see it clearly, what's next?"

"Not going to say anything? If you don't say anything, it's my turn."

Fang Nian bent the Heart-Slicing Knife downwards, freeing it from the ice-sealed blade, and flicked his index finger.

It uses the most classic finger technique in the Demonic Martial Arts, the Heavenly Demon Finger.

But the mental technique used is to "clear the clouds and see the sun."

With his sword stance broken, Tang Tiankuo instinctively tried to dodge, but there was no way to avoid it now, so he could only grit his teeth and look at Fang Nian.

When Tang Tiankuo saw the finger technique of the Heavenly Demon Finger, his entire soul felt like it was about to shatter.

Its overwhelming power was unmatched, and its demonic energy seemed to blot out the sky.

Most importantly, Tang Tiankuo had seen this move many years ago.

That day, two elders fought in the sky above Wangcheng, and the residual force of a single finger crushed tens of thousands of people to death!

This was simply Tang Tiankuo's deepest nightmare.

Seeing this move coming towards his knife, he was filled with endless fear.

Fear of death.

"I'm going to die."

The next moment, Fang Nian flicked his finger on the knife, which was deflected and flew out, embedding itself deeply in the stone wall.

Behind the stone wall, a demonic cultivator pushed open the door: "Who is it, brandishing a knife in the middle of the night..."

Upon exiting, seeing the insignia on Tang Tiankuo and his companions, and noticing their vulnerable position, he silently closed the door: "Thank you for the knife!"

Those present turned their attention back to Tang Tiankuo.

But his eyes were lifeless.

Sometimes people are killed by themselves. When they feel they are going to die, even if they are not actually going to die, they will eventually lose their will to live.

Tang Tiankuo was like that; he thought he was really going to be struck by the Heavenly Demon's finger, and before the finger's power even arrived, he had already given up hope.

The final force fell lightly, but it couldn't change the fact that his soul lamp had been extinguished.

Tang Tiankuo stood there blankly, his eyes unfocused.

To put it simply, they were terrified.

The other three immediately noticed that something was wrong with Tang Tiankuo.

"Big brother!"

"You...you actually shattered my elder brother's soul!"

"What a vicious method!"

Fang Nian tilted her head: "What?"

Who shattered his spirit?

Isn't this the Demonic Sect? How can someone describe others' methods as vicious? Is this the kind of human language a member of the Demonic Sect should speak?

Besides... so what if I hit someone? I acted in self-defense, so what?

The three stepped forward.

Fang Nian looked at them, the knife in her hand flashing red: "Would you like to test the sharpness of my blade?"

The three exchanged a glance, then quickly stopped. One of them stepped forward: "You want to wipe us out? Then prepare to face the wrath of the Wang family. This is not over!"

Fang Nian didn't care what the Wang family did, nor was he interested in beating them all up, as that would be excessive self-defense.

But compensation is a must: "You assaulted someone, lost the fight, and now you want to leave? Where's the compensation?"

The group exchanged glances.

Even if you can't beat the other side, you still have to fight, otherwise you'll suffer a fate worse than death when you go back. But if you can avoid fighting by paying compensation, then paying compensation is definitely better.

After all, it's your own life.

Once we get back, we can just report it and gather more people, right?

One of them said, "Seventy years of delusions..."

Fang Nian interrupted, "Didn't I say that if the price is quoted a third time, it won't be seventy anymore?"

The man gritted his teeth: "Name your price."

Fang Nian picked at her ear: "Seventy-one."

Several team members next to Liu Fu whispered, "Is he crazy to be bidding like that?"

"How could someone so strong be a madman? He must have deliberately tricked those people from the Wang family."

"They're really bold. Not only did they beat the Wang family members into idiots, but they also played them for fools. It's obvious they're going to challenge the Wang family."

"It seems the situation in the north of the city is about to change."

The group pulled out their magic coins to make up the difference, eventually collecting seventy-one coins from a single pocket, which they then handed over.

Fang Nian opened the pocket and glanced inside; it was about right.

"Get lost."

Several people carried Tang Tiankuo and A Luo, who was bound by vines, and were about to leave.

Fang Nian: "Wait!"

The group stopped and turned around in surprise.

Even demons have rules; breaking one's word is crooked and evil, not demonic.

Few knew that if Fang Nian was such a despicable person, then they would all be doomed here today.

Seeing them stop, Fang Nian spoke up: "I said I'd heal him, then pay compensation, and that would be the end of it. Now the money's been paid, but are you going to abandon him?"

The man who had been lowered from the dangling position was already severely injured and on the verge of death. Now, he struggled with wide eyes, whimpering.

He didn't want to be taken away at all.

I'd rather die than stay here.

Fang Nian: "Get him cured."

The men exchanged glances, and one of them whispered, "Whether to fight or make peace is a matter for the higher-ups. We'll take the person back and let them decide. Otherwise, if they want peace, and we didn't bring the person back, wouldn't we be the ones taking the blame?"

The group thought it made sense, so the three of them each carried one and left.

Liu Fu shook his head and cupped his hands in greeting to Fang Nian: "I didn't expect Brother Fang to be so strong. Farewell."

Fang Nian cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

After Liu Fu and the others left, a door on the stone wall opened.

It was Ren Qiushui who came out.

Ren Qiushui: "It's normal that these small fry are no match for you, but if it were a core member of the Wang family, you might not be a match for them."

"Besides, even if you can win, your condition is unstable. The opponent might use a trick on you, and you'll die here."

"You've earned enough Netherworld Delusion to advance to a three-star demon. Go back and cultivate for now. It's not too late to come back to Delusion City after you've reached three stars."

Fang Nian smiled: "So, how does Mingwang use it to cultivate and strengthen demonic abilities?"

Ren Qiushui was about to close the door when she heard Fang Nian's question, and she stopped.

Qiu Chi whispered, "Sister, talk to him. It won't take long anyway, and it won't delay his departure."

"Just get him out of Wangcheng before nightfall."

Ren Qiushui thought for a moment and nodded, then turned to Fang Nian: "Come in."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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