Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The evil dragon that Shen Jue slew in the inland Jiangnan waters did not disappear.

He devoted his efforts to transforming this evil dragon into a protective artifact with the potential for growth.

During the creation process, Shen Jue used the power of the Great Sun to completely erase the remaining consciousness of the evil dragon, turning it into a pure vessel of power.

This protective artifact, crafted from the bones and flesh of a wicked dragon, can not only change its form at will, but also grow stronger by devouring evil spirits and monsters.

In addition, Shen Jue also used the skin of the evil dragon to create a storage bag with an extremely large capacity.

In the inland areas and port cities, the secret method for making storage bags was lost hundreds of years ago.

Shen Jue spent a lot of time studying ancient books and repeatedly deducing and researching the storage artifacts left by his predecessors before finally figuring out how to make them again.

Shen Jue has perfected and innovated all three major cultivation methods and paths: talismans, magical artifacts, and cultivation techniques.

This is also why Shen Jue was able to entrust the inland area, where all the great demons and evil spirits had been wiped out, to the inland cultivators with peace of mind.

Those inland cultivators each possessed a magical artifact gifted by Shen Jue, and also held a large number of talismans personally carved by Shen Jue.

Ordinary minor evil spirits and monsters, when encountering inland cultivators with fully upgraded equipment, will only be crushed to death.

One important reason why the magical implements and talismans of practitioners were once so weak was also related to the depletion of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Nowadays, practitioners can only rely on worldly thoughts, emotions, and desires to transform their spiritual power.

This means that the strength of talismans and magical artifacts is closely related to the magical power of the maker.

In an era when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, the magical artifacts and talismans made by practitioners were of roughly the same quality, based on the magical power derived from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, as spiritual energy dwindled, the world changed, and evil spirits and demons proliferated, the strength of talismans and magical artifacts could no longer be completely unified.

The talismans and magical artifacts were made by Shen Jue with a thousand times more refined magical power.

Its effects are highly praised by practitioners who have used it; the only drawback is that it is too dazzling.

Each time it is used, without protective equipment, it is like looking directly at the sun with the naked eye and seeing a double image on the retina.

Unlike evil spirits, they can choose to appear or hide in front of ordinary people at will.

Aside from those who cultivate magical powers, only people like Jianzi, who are born with the ability to see spirits and have special physical constitutions, can clearly see evil spirits and yin energy.

There are no longer any levels or distinctions of strength among practitioners. Who is stronger depends entirely on who can survive the threat of evil spirits and ghosts.

Those sorcerers and witches who survived countless battles with evil spirits.

With his rich practical experience, he naturally became famous and gradually rose to become a highly respected high-ranking official and a true master.

Whoever lives the longest and solves the most problems is the strongest.

After all, the so-called cultivation of cultivators in this world is entirely about attacking ghosts and evil spirits. In essence, they are still just humans who age, only with slightly stronger bodies.

Shen Jue is different.

Shen Jue still remembered when he found the secluded Taoist temple that had sealed the evil dragon for thousands of years.

The abbot once stated with certainty that the evil dragon was a demon with a master, and the seal should not be moved lightly.

However, when Shen Jue dived into the deepest part of the water, grabbed the dragon's reverse scale on its neck, pulled it to the surface, and performed a modern version of Nezha's havoc in the sea with his bare hands, tearing the dragon to pieces.

The abbot's attitude suddenly changed, and he brought up an unwritten rule in the cultivation world: whoever can kill the evil dragon with his bare hands will automatically inherit the identity of its "former master".

Shen Jue's current handling of this wicked dragon is merely dealing with something that has belonged to him for thousands of years.

This is how the cultivation world is.

"Mr. Shen Jue, this is Shibuya, the most bustling area in Tokyo."

Miko stood at the Shibuya Crossing, trying to make her voice sound less stiff.

Surrounded by a bustling crowd, Shen Jue kept glancing at the yin-colored sky directly above her head and calculating her location.

"Yeah, there are a lot of people," Shen Jue replied casually, her gaze not fixed on the crowd or the bustling scene.

Shen Jue very naturally reached into his pocket and took out a round, thin piece of dark gold metal engraved with intricate patterns.

Shen Jue had many more of these round, thin slices in his arms.

A thin, round disc slipped from between Shen Jue's fingers and landed on the floor tile at his feet with a soft "ding".

Shen Jue lifted his foot and gently stepped on it, embedding the round, thin piece upright into the floor tile.

The floor tiles were intact, but the thin, round piece seemed to have been integrated with them from the very beginning of the firing process, with no visible seam between them.

Seeing Zi's pupils suddenly contract, she instinctively covered her mouth, leaned close to Shen Jue, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Shen Jue, was that magic just now?"

Shen Jue glanced at her, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Magic?"

"It's the one where you embedded the round, thin sheet into the floor tile!" Jianzi pointed to the ground, lowering her voice even further, as if afraid of being overheard by others.

"It's not magic." Shen Jue said calmly, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"It's simply because I'm strong."

"Is Mr. Shen Jue really that amazing?" Jianzi's mind was in complete confusion.

This is no longer a question of whether it's impressive or not.

Embedding metal into floor tiles with just force? This is completely beyond Miko's understanding of the human species.

In her common sense, even a sumo wrestler couldn't do such a thing, right? Unless that wrestler could mold coal into diamonds with his bare hands.

This is simply a superpower, or rather, a miracle!

Looking at Mr. Shen Jue's nonchalant demeanor, as if he had just casually dusted off some dust, Jianzi felt that her worldview was crumbling and being rebuilt little by little.

The halo and halo behind Shen Jue seemed to become even more dazzling and oppressive in Jian Zi's eyes.

"Strong..." Jianzi silently repeated these three words in her mind, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

If this is what Mr. Shen Jue means by great strength, then what is the strength of an ordinary person? The struggle of an ant?

Jianzi glanced furtively at the bustling crowd around him; they were completely unaware of what was happening and continued to hurry along.

"That's great." Jianzi breathed a sigh of relief. Although the fear that Shen Jue had frightened her before was still there, she felt more at ease knowing that she had found a super powerful backer.

"With Mr. Shen Jue around, no matter how terrifying the evil spirits are, they should be able to be crushed like ants, right?"

This sense of security almost made Jianzi cry.

Seeing Zi looking at Shen Jue's profile, the stars in his eyes began to twinkle wildly again, and he even felt an urge to worship him.

Shen Jue and Jianzi strolled through the streets and alleys of Tokyo. What seemed like an ordinary sightseeing trip was actually full of undercurrents.

In Miko's eyes, the limbed vengeful spirits that clung to telephone poles and dripped with viscous fluid, and the pitch-black evil spirits that lingered in the middle of crossroads, were all terrifying beings.

Shen Jue remained calm, as if he were merely brushing away fallen petals from his shoulder. With a flick of his finger, a pure power of the Great Sun, carrying intense heat and majesty, struck the evil spirits.

Those terrifying evil spirits didn't even have time to scream before they instantly vaporized, leaving not a trace of ash, as if they had never existed in this world.

As for the round, thin piece in Shen Jue's arms, it was like a seed buried deep underground, which Shen Jue had quietly placed in every corner of Tokyo.

Night had quietly fallen.