The bustling city, highly developed technology, brought about a fast-paced life.

The past lifestyle of working from sunrise to sunset no longer exists.

Even if it has already passed midnight and reached the moment of heavy yin, the metropolis is still brightly lit, like huge exquisite honey jars, containing all the anesthesia that humans need, allowing anyone to find physical or mental release and indulgence.

Sometimes, Wang Qi would feel that the modern city is like an unprecedented giant monster.

Monsters would use spells to tempt humans and then absorb their essence to cultivate.

The enlarged city attracts more and more people with its colorful and stimulating attractions, absorbing their most valuable ten or twenty years, absorbing their energy, and then spitting them out, tempting more humans to enter, while itself becomes more and more prosperous and larger through the sacrifice and dedication of these people.

This is the behavior pattern of a giant monster itself.

Can monsters be bred in the city?

"Dr. Wang, Dr. Wang?"

A gentle call brought Wang Qi back to her senses. She smiled apologetically, prescribed medication for the patient, and then smiled as she watched the young man who had just had a good sleep here leave amidst a chorus of gratitude. Her business was actually quite good.

The high-paced and high-pressure life has plundered and occupied people's spirits and time in this city, so most people retaliate by staying up late and gradually suffering from insomnia under tremendous pressure.

Their bodies gradually collapse, and their sleep becomes worse and worse, plagued by nightmares.

That's why there are more and more psychologists.

Wang Qi looked at the sky outside, took a sip of coffee, and then, wearing a white coat, not very tall, with clean black hair and gold-rimmed glasses, casually put the pen in the pocket of the white coat and went down to the underground garage to get her car.

Another young nurse accompanied her, and Wang Qi nodded politely.

Creak, creak—

The elevator suddenly shook.

The lights were also flickering.

Suddenly,

The elevator plummeted heavily.

Then it abruptly stopped, in the mortuary of this private hospital.

The young nurse screamed and collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

When the elevator door opened, a man walked in step by step, with a bell hanging on his wrist that belonged to the mortuary, his eyes numb and cold. Wang Qi sighed, and the pupils under her gold-rimmed glasses turned into vertical slits. Then, the resurrected corpse suddenly stopped in its tracks and fell to the ground with a thud.

The nurse was so scared that she trembled and couldn't speak. "Dr. Wang..."

Wang Qi extended her finger and tapped the nurse's forehead.

The nurse couldn't say a word and fell in the elevator.

Then she stepped over the resurrected corpse of the man, and the corpse visibly melted and disappeared.

She opened the car door, refueled, and reversed.

She was already proficient in modern technology.

Wang Qi drove back to her current residence. The news was playing in the car. It seemed that the bad weather from a few days ago had passed, and it would be sunny for a long time to come. It was actually quite strange. A few days ago, there was suddenly a violent storm, the sky was gloomy, and then it quickly returned to normal.

When she returned home, there were many hideous and terrifying monsters kneeling in the room.

Among the group of monsters, there was a man wearing loose robes, with black hair falling behind him, and a face that was sharp and fierce, extremely heroic. He calmly flipped through a book, which was the reason for the abnormal weather a few days ago—a group of passing monsters, some even claiming to be gods.

"We are willing to submit to the Lord."

"But we dare not say a word against your orders."

The leading monster knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

They were all captured.

The man with black hair turned a page of the book and said:

"From Fusang?"

"Yes."

With a domineering and heavy flash of the blade, these monsters were all killed. The one with the highest cultivation level wanted to escape. He thought he had already rushed out, but the cold feeling on his neck brought him back to reality. In a flash, he realized that he hadn't moved at all.

Is this a dream?!

The monster widened its eyes.

The blade tore through.

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Finally, accompanied by a low tiger roar, all the monsters were devoured.

Wang Qi knelt in front, poured tea, and said:

"Why didn't Shan Jun subdue them? They could at least be of some use."

The man with black hair flipped through the book and said, "Simply disgusted."

"These monsters will attract the attention of the Celestial Masters' Mansion. It's better to bring them back and kill them."

Wang Qi didn't say much. Previously, she had arranged for a disciple of Baiyun Temple to place Shan Jun's statue in the ancestral hall for worship, but now that disciple no longer existed in this world, Shan Jun borrowed his identity, and the house he bought with the money naturally belonged to them.

Bao Qi, who was proficient in illusion and dreams, wanted to hide in the human world. Compared to many higher-level monsters, it was easier for Shan Jun, who commanded the ghoul, to do the same. Wang Qi's gaze swept across the table and saw the books that Shan Jun had flipped through, among which the recently finished "Modern History of Shen Zhou" was particularly eye-catching.

So she understood why Shan Jun had killed them just now.

In any case, he had once been the mountain god of Shen Zhou.

Shan Jun sat relaxed on the sofa, surrounded by books beside this borrowed body."Modern Social Structure," "Blue Star Military," "Principles of Economics"

Like forgetting sleep, like not knowing boredom, book after book was devoured by him eagerly.

"Human society two thousand years later is indeed interesting."

Wang Qi nodded.

Meanwhile, in the elevator of a private hospital, a nurse yawned, slowly opened her eyes, paused for a moment, then hurriedly checked the time, answered a few phone calls, and hurriedly left. She only remembered that she was working late today, even later than Dr. Wang. Perhaps because she was too tired, she fell asleep in the elevator.

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The steel jungle of humanity rose from the ground, and the monsters had to blend into human life.

The wastelands and mountains that could invade farmland in ancient times now needed protection to exist.

Wei Yuan was somewhat troubled.

He sat cross-legged at the highest point of the museum, able to see tall buildings in the distance. The sky was covered in thick smog, making it difficult to see the stars. It was a rare sight to find a few stars. Wei Yuan held the "Insect Pulse" from the book in his palm, aiming at a particular star.

The stars seen through the Insect Pulse seemed to be brighter.

Then, points of light converged in the void, as if the brightness of the star suddenly increased. Strands of starlight fell through the Insect Pulse, finally converging into a translucent pill. Wei Yuan held up this pill, knowing that it was the elixir obtained through the Insect Pulse at night, as the Celestial Maiden had said.

The black cat next to him yawned lazily, losing interest. "It turns out to be just starlight and moonlight."

"Human beings cannot cultivate like monsters using the essence of the sun and moon, so they use the Insect Pulse."

"Mortals cannot bear starlight, so they have to break the Insect Pulse and consume its essence together, just slightly strengthening their bodies. It's not interesting at all."

Wei Yuan held the pill in his palm, somewhat surprised. The cat thought for a moment, then stared at Wei Yuan and said:

"But with the Insect Pulse, you can also participate in the Great Meeting on the fifteenth of July this year."

"The Mid-Yuan Festival?"

"No, it's the Emperor's Flowing Essence."

The black cat yawned lazily and said, "On the night of Gengshen, there is the Emperor's Flowing Essence. It looks like countless olives, with countless golden threads, hanging down to the mortal world. Plants and trees absorb its essence and can become monsters. Foxes and ghosts eat it and can display supernatural powers. As a cultivator, haven't you heard of it?"

"I see that your Soul-Nurturing Wood can barely become a spirit."

"As a mortal, you have no way to accept it. With the help of the Insect Pulse, you can turn the Emperor's Flowing Essence into a pill that humans can consume. What did Zhang Ruosu, the old Taoist priest, say? Plants and trees have life but no soul, while the Flowing Essence has life and can replenish life force. Foxes and ghosts already have their own lives, so eating it is very beneficial."

"You are human, even higher than foxes and ghosts. If you can absorb the Emperor's Flowing Essence, your cultivation should progress much faster. This is a major event that only happens once every sixty years, and it has been a long time since the last time due to the interruption of spiritual energy. The event sixty years ago was too small, but this time should be bigger."

Wei Yuan smiled, "You don't seem like someone who would tell me these things."

The cat didn't answer, muttering to itself. After all, this guy was human. Even if the Insect Pulse turned the Emperor's Flowing Essence into a pill, he wouldn't be able to absorb so much. Wouldn't it all be for himself?

Wei Yuan leaned against the rooftop of the museum and swallowed the pill.

There was a slight tingling sensation.

But after it entered his stomach, the pill dissolved, and a cool and watery medicinal power circulated.

The "Tiger Lying Decision" circulated, and the hidden injuries from the Ghost Domain were finally completely healed.

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After obtaining one hundred merits earlier, healing his injuries and exchanging for higher-level techniques, he had used forty points.

With sixty points remaining, Wei Yuan planned to wait until his injuries were fully healed before using them.

In three days, he would go to Qingqiu, and there was also the hidden calamity of Shan Jun Boqi lurking in the dark. Wei Yuan always felt like there was a fierce beast chasing after him from behind. Today, he had the opportunity to start practicing, as he had planned before, to exchange for the "Moon Dew Reflection" left by the previous generations of Sili Xiaowei.

To improve his experience and reaction in battle.

Wei Yuan had already made his choice in advance.

After solving the Ghost King of the Ghost Domain, the "Strange Power and Chaos Divine Map, Strange No. 17" ended. It seemed that such major cases or certain powerful monster king events were important for the assessment of the Sili Xiaowei. After that day, a batch of new options appeared in the selection list of the Great Han Arsenal.

Among them was the "Moon Dew Reflection," which had a fixed merit value of one and could only be exchanged by the Sili Xiaowei himself.

His subordinates, the 1,200 elite soldiers, as well as the various levels of direct enforcers for capturing monsters and ghosts, could not see these options. After thinking about it, Wei Yuan felt that these might be the heritage that distinguished the Sili Xiaowei from other members. After all, the basic skills of exorcism, spirit infusion, and the Tiger Lying Decision were open to all direct enforcers as long as they had merits.

As the commander-in-chief, the Tiger Lying Decision should have some differences.

At first, he couldn't activate the exchange. It was only after solving a major case recorded in the files that it was opened, to prevent the waist token from falling into the hands of the incompetent.

The first-ranked option was the Moon Dew Reflection.

And it only required one merit point.

This meant that the successors of the Sili Xiaowei in future generations must experience this illusion.

Wei Yuan looked at the remaining sixty points and felt very relaxed.Moreover, he was curious about what kind of terrifying and powerful demon or deity the Moon Dew Reflection was, that it had been carefully preserved by generations of school lieutenants.

So, he spent a bit of his merit to unlock this Moon Dew Reflection.

It was an extremely ancient talisman, or rather, it couldn't even be called a talisman. It was just a brand. Immediately, Wei Yuan saw that it was not a single person's brand, but a dense combination of countless people's brands.

In an instant, his magical power was overwhelmed.

Just like the feeling when he opened the Painted Skin Scroll before, an incredibly realistic scroll slowly unfolded in front of Wei Yuan. However, there were large patches of black on the picture, giving a sense of oppression. Then, a line of characters appeared on the huge scroll - The Fifth Year of Gaozu.

The picture began to burn, and the burning ashes swallowed Wei Yuan.

His vision blurred, and he had already entered the illusion, into the memory within this brand.

The towering sky was dyed red with blood, the rushing river waves, the overwhelming smell of blood, this was a battlefield, and it was the most brutal ancient battlefield. The dense elite soldiers were like waves and dark clouds, surrounding a mountain. The swords and spears were like a forest, and the intense killing intent covered the world with a thick cloud. Wei Yuan breathed, feeling the killing intent and bloody aura on the battlefield making his hair stand on end.

He subconsciously looked towards the main subject of this memory picture.

Cao Cao, Zhang Fei, Du Yu, Zhuge...

Generations of school lieutenants all agreed that this was a necessary experience for all future Sleeping Tigers.

But it was not a demon.

It was not a tall mountain, but it strangely gave people an extremely towering momentum. Thousands of people, or even more elites, were chasing after it. However, there were only about twenty people on the mountain. The leader sat on a horse, holding a war spear, facing thousands of soldiers. He was already at a dead end, but he showed no fear, only laughing loudly.

"I have been leading troops for eight years, fought in more than seventy battles, broke through all obstacles, and made all enemies submit. I have never been defeated and have dominated the world. But now I am trapped here, it is the heaven's will to destroy me, not the fault of the war."

"Today, I am determined to die. I hope to fight a quick battle for you all, and must win three times."

"To break through the encirclement for you all, to kill the generals, to cut down the flags, to let you all know that it is the heaven's will to destroy me, not the fault of the war!"

The twenty-eight riders struck their armor with their weapons, their expressions fanatic.

"Agreed!"

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