Chapter 1097: Mr. Ghost's Path of Demons

In the afternoon.

Zhuang Jun continued to host the Spirit Treasure Eye, once again entering the Spiritual Light Ocean to cooperate with Vivian in hunting demons.

He operated within the Spiritual Light Ocean and successfully obtained general information about a demon warrior.

Zhuang Jun conveyed this to Vivian: “It’s called Holmes, and its strength has reached the High Rank Warrior level, you should be careful.”

Now that he was familiar with her, he no longer addressed her formally as “you,” but instead called her “you.”

Vivian’s beautiful face showed a bloodthirsty intent: “So it’s Holmes.”

Zhuang Jun was taken aback: “You’ve had dealings with Holmes?”

Vivian licked her red lips: “When I was weak, I was hunted by Holmes for a long time. If it weren’t for Mr. Ghost’s help, I would have almost lost my life several times.”

She suddenly laughed: “Later, I realized that this was mostly Mr. Ghost using Holmes to train me, to stimulate my potential; otherwise, my strength wouldn’t have grown so quickly.

“Because every time I was in danger and sought Mr. Ghost’s help, I could always get life-saving methods, but Mr. Ghost never helped me deal with Holmes, allowing me to be caught up with over and over again.”

Zhuang Jun agreed: “That does sound like Mr. Ghost’s style.”

Vivian changed the subject: “I know that in your eyes, I am a demon wrapped in human skin.

“But in my eyes, Mr. Ghost is the real terrifying demon wrapped in human skin, while I am just a human wrapped in demon skin.”

Zhuang Jun blinked but said nothing.

He had seen Vivian’s brutality more than once, often sacrificing a group of ordinary Carmenians right away to blood sacrifices—was this really “a human wrapped in demon skin”?

Nonsense!

Vivian seemed to sense his thoughts and asked: “Wanderer, what do you think a demon is?”

Zhuang Jun instinctively wanted to answer, “Demons are an evil species from the Primordial World.”

But he quickly realized that since Vivian asked this way, the answer couldn’t be so superficial.

Zhuang Jun thought about it and spoke the truth: “It was only after I met you that I came in contact with demons. I only know that demons are brutal and love to kill, but I lack in-depth understanding of them.”

Vivian was silent for a moment, then spoke about her understanding: “The essence of demons is heterogeneity and loss of control.”

Zhuang Jun asked humbly: “How should one understand these two words?”

Vivian spared no words: “Heterogeneity represents a characteristic that deviates from the established order.

“It is by no means wrong, because it cannot be assimilated cognitively, and because it does not meet expectations, it gets labeled.

“Loss of control is a state where existing rules, power, or cognition cannot restrain, such as demons always being in a state of rational loss of control.

“Therefore, they are always driven by desires, violence, and other instincts, which manifests as cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

“Heterogeneity and loss of control do not exist in isolation; heterogeneity is a prerequisite for loss of control, and loss of control is an amplification of heterogeneity. Together, they constitute the essence of demons.

“In contrast, the Civilization World represents order and control, the exact opposite of demons, making demons the mortal enemy of the Civilization World.”

Zhuang Jun had never expected to hear such a philosophically rich statement from Vivian.

He had to admit, what she said seemed to hold some truth.

Vivian continued: “I can feel that Mr. Ghost is tirelessly exploring the path of demons, namely heterogeneity and loss of control.

“Because Mr. Ghost has a deep understanding of heterogeneity and loss of control, he can master numerous advanced blood sacrifice secret techniques.

“What I find most incomprehensible is that Mr. Ghost himself seems to rarely use blood sacrifice secret techniques.

“Because each time a blood sacrifice is performed, the soul leans more towards the essence of demons, or you could say the soul is polluted by the essence of demons.

“Since you are not a demon, it’s hard for you to understand just how terrifying the blood sacrifice taught by Mr. Ghost is.

“I feel that I could never learn it in this lifetime, if it weren’t for Mr. Ghost bestowing the blood sacrifice mark upon me, I would absolutely have no capacity to wield it.”

As she said this, she laughed, “Haha, that’s why I feel Mr. Ghost is a demon in human skin, and it seems like he is cultivating me to explore the path of demons through me.”

Zhuang Jun felt a small shock to his perception.

Suddenly, he realized that as the “First Ghost Disciple” as called by the outsiders, he seemed to have never truly understood Mr. Ghost.

Vivian flaunted a beautiful smile: “Wanderer, Mr. Ghost also granted me a new blood sacrifice mark, this blood sacrifice is very powerful, and we’ll use Holmes to demonstrate it to you later.”

Zhuang Jun nodded: “I look forward to it greatly.”

He truly looked forward to it, hoping to peek through the “powerful blood sacrifice” as mentioned by her, to see how far Mr. Ghost had explored the path of demons.

Vivian removed her clothes, revealing her perfect figure that would make anyone blush and heart race.

She let out a light shout, and layers of black scales quickly appeared on the surface of her snow-white skin, completely covering the beautiful scenery.

Zhuang Jun watched this scene intently and suddenly somewhat understood why Vivian would say, “I am just a human wrapped in demon skin.”

Although she became a demon, whether it was soul or cognition, she seemed to lean more towards humanity.

Except during battle, she preferred appearing with a human appearance.

If more of the demon essence were in her soul, it’s unlikely she would be so fascinated with the human lifestyle.

On the other hand.

Zhuang Jun also remembered something: “Why was it Mr. Spirit Crows who reached the summit, not Mr. Ghost, who achieved more merits?”

This was a rather popular topic on the internet.

The authorities do not prohibit people from discussing this topic, so the Great Xia people are having a lively debate online.

The most widely accepted answer so far is: “Mr. Ghost is a battle fanatic, impatient with handling various complex affairs, hence he is unwilling to take on the role of chief. Meanwhile, Mr. Spirit Crows is more patient and has long-term thoughts for the future of Great Xia, making him the best candidate for chief.”

Now Zhuang Jun feels the root cause might be related to what Vivian mentioned.

Mr. Ghost perceives himself as exploring the path of demons and is not suited to be the chief, so he politely declined Gongsun Minghe.

*

Several kilometers away.

Inside a luxurious underground shelter.

Holmes was holding a fair-skinned beauty, who was howling in extreme pain, large amounts of blood pouring continuously from her body.

Before long, the woman became still, her eyes wide open, but devoid of any light.

Clearly, she was already dead.

Holmes stood up, his human pupils briefly flickered and transformed into a demon’s vertical pupils.

The woman lay on the bed, her body covered with hundreds of wounds, her skin further marred by bruises, the fatal injuries being a few small holes in the heart area.

It was apparent she went through terrifying torture before her death.

Beside her stood a demon covered in black scales, with a pair of black horns on its head.

It surveyed the corpse with icy vertical pupils and said, “Holmes, your taste is truly unique; you actually prefer the lowly servant species of the Canglan People.”

Holmes replied indifferently, “Jabba, it’s not just me; many of our kind do this often.”

Jabba shook his head and said, “Other brethren do it for fun, to enjoy the suffering of servant species; although they reincarnate as humans, they don’t like the human skin. But I can tell, you genuinely love playing with servant species.”

Implying the underlying message—you are a pervert.

Holmes felt a bit of shame from Jabba’s words but dared not react as Jabba was slightly stronger than him.

Jabba flicked his whip-tail and continued, “Kabin, I can sense your intense killing intent toward me.”

It did not use the human name “Holmes” but called out the demon branch name “Kabin.”

Being a demon with unstable power lurking in its soul, wanting to kill kindred or even carrying it out is very common, hence every demon is perpetually vigilant.

This room, filled with a strong blood odor, suddenly became dangerous.

Holmes’ vertical pupils flickered, changing the subject, “I can sense danger approaching me, it should be that damn desecrator searching for me.”

The referenced “desecrator” here refers to Vivian.

Because Vivian once sneaked into South Dakota, intending to use secret techniques to seize the demonic power from the altar of the Red Flame Race, this behavior was classic desecration, hence she was called the desecrator.

Jabba nodded slightly, “I also sense danger, gather forces and prepare to fight; this time, we must hold the desecrator, otherwise…”

He didn’t finish the latter sentence, but worry flashed in his vertical pupils, now Vivian continuously hunting their kindred brought immense pressure.

Especially with the Holy Seed Plan nearing completion, the Saint Heir is about to descend on Canglan Star.

If the Saint Heir finds that they can’t even handle a warrior-level demon, all kindred will be regarded as worthless, leaving their future bleak.

Soon after.

More than thirty demons gathered together.

Holmes revealed his true demon form, holding the demon artifact “Chasing Blood Skull” quietly seated on a chair.

Jabba sat opposite, with two sharp claws supporting two flames.

The remaining demons cast secret hiding techniques, concealed in various corners of the room, laying a net waiting for Vivian to arrive.

The female corpse still lay on the bed, all bloodstains coagulated, and faint corpse spots began appearing on the body surface.

After a while.

Holmes suddenly moved his body, with an incredulous flash in his vertical pupils, “How do I feel the danger seems to have lessened, could it be the desecrator sensed something wrong here and dared not come?”

Jabba nodded, “I have the same feeling, the desecrator is highly cunning, possibly ambushing nearby.”

He paused, and said, “Let’s wait and see.”

Holmes did not refuse, “Alright then.”

At that moment.

“Ah~”

The female corpse suddenly screamed sharply, sounding nothing like a human voice.

The body “thumped” upright from the bed, the eyes turning pure white, looking somewhat chilling.

Holmes was intensely startled.

Though a brutal demon, he still felt a spine-chilling sensation at this instant.

Jabba briefly froze, then seemed to realize something, intense fear flashing in his vertical pupils.

His body instantaneously transformed into a flame, rapidly shooting toward the door.

Holmes was about to speak but upon seeing his kindred’s act, his heart instantly sunk deeply.

Because he knew Jabba was always extremely cautious, this guy must have discovered something to abandon everything and flee immediately.