Chapter 132 - 97: The Big Shot Breaks Down

Chapter 132: Chapter 97: The Big Shot Breaks Down

’Once this is done, I’ll find my son and daughter-in-law...’

’After all, before my Star Position was claimed, I had already set a plan in motion to forcibly retain it.’

’It just required the assistance of my son and daughter-in-law.’

Jiang Mu felt his soul being restrained and suppressed by an invisible force, his consciousness starting to blur. He knew the other party had begun the possession.

He prepared to summon the Wangchuan Sword and end his own life.

After all, the feeling of being possessed was just too disgusting.

Just then, Beitang Batian’s movements suddenly stiffened. He asked in astonishment, "Where is your Star Position?"

Jiang Mu froze.

’What’s going on? Can’t he possess me without a Star Position?’

"Where is your Star Position!!?"

Beitang Batian roared, a mixture of shock and rage, finding it hard to believe.

Seeing the other man suddenly grow frantic, Jiang Mu realized things had taken an unexpected turn. He shrugged, a look of innocence on his face.

"I never had a Star Position to begin with."

"Nonsense!"

In an instant, Beitang Batian lunged in front of Jiang Mu, his face contorted and savage.

"I don’t believe you! If you have no Star Position, where does your Star Power come from? You must have hidden it with a Secret Skill! I’d like to see where you can possibly hide it!"

He thrust his hand out sharply.

His withered, decaying palm plunged directly into Jiang Mu’s lower abdomen, heading straight for the Dantian in an attempt to forcibly rip out his Star Pill.

However—

His Dantian was completely empty. Forget a Star Pill, there wasn’t even a Star Core.

This time, Beitang Batian was utterly dumbfounded.

No Star Pill, no Star Position... this was just an empty shell.

So what the hell was he supposed to possess!?

Wasn’t this a scam?!

A sharp pain shot from his abdomen. Jiang Mu gritted his teeth through the agony and said mockingly, "What now? Looks like I’m out of stock. Maybe you should call the authorities."

"You bastard!!"

Beitang Batian roared in fury, and the hand plunged inside Jiang Mu’s abdomen suddenly splayed open.

Countless tendrils of black mist, as fine as hairs, surged from between his fingers, spreading through Jiang Mu’s entire body, trying to find the "non-existent" Star Pill.

He didn’t believe it!

How could a normal Practitioner not have a Star Position!

However, the instant he released the Demonic Qi, something strange happened.

A massive black hole seemed to suddenly appear inside Jiang Mu’s body, generating a bizarre and powerful suction force.

The potent Demonic Qi released by Beitang Batian was being devoured by this black hole in a continuous, unending stream.

Jiang Mu was stunned as well.

He immediately summoned the Demon Slot from his sea of consciousness.

He saw the dark red line inside the Demon Slot rising at a visible rate...

Jiang Mu instantly understood.

The Demonic Qi this powerhouse was releasing was from the same source as the Demonic Qi he usually absorbed from slaying demons, which had triggered the Demon Slot’s automatic absorption mechanism.

’Holy crap, this big shot is a super power bank!’

’You should have said so earlier.’

Watching the powerhouse in front of him "frantically charging" his cheat ability, Jiang Mu was overcome with a mix of shock and delight. He suddenly found the man much more... agreeable.

"Senior, don’t stop! Keep going! Harder! Fill me up completely!"

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A strange sense of panic welled up in Beitang Batian’s heart.

He tried to retract the Demonic Qi, only to find it gushing out of him like a river that had burst its dam, completely beyond his control.

At the same time, his already decaying body began to shrivel and wither rapidly as its source Demonic Qi drained away. Black marks appeared on his skin, as if something was about to break free from within.

"What in the world have you done!!?"

Beitang Batian roared in terror, desperately trying to pull out his arm.

But his hand seemed to have grown into Jiang Mu’s stomach.

He couldn’t pull it out at all.

The Demonic Qi continued to gush wildly. WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

In his desperation, Beitang Batian roared, formed his left hand into a blade, and directly chopped off his own right arm!

BAM!

The two of them were thrown backward at the same time.

The vines wrapped around Jiang Mu’s body disintegrated into ash.

The severed forearm was still stuck in his abdomen, but as he absorbed the Demonic Qi, the arm began to wither and decay at a visible rate.

Jiang Mu felt a little regretful.

’As expected of a powerhouse. He’s decisive enough to sever his own arm to survive.’

Beitang Batian scrambled up from the ground, looking dishevelled. His eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Jiang Mu.

’This kid is too damn weird!’

’Could he have been possessed by an even stronger old monster?’

’If that’s true, trying to possess him would be a fool’s errand. I’d probably be devoured the moment I went in.’

’But if I don’t possess Jiang Mu, who else here can I use?’

’Han Yushu is a mortal. He can’t withstand a Ghost Cultivator’s Secret Skill. A forced possession would only make his body explode.’

’It seems I can only reside in this Corpse Puppet of Han Chenghu’s for now.’

’At least it can sustain my soul.’

’I have to get out of here as soon as possible and find another suitable body. With all this commotion, the people from the Demon-slaying Bureau are definitely on their way,’ Beitang Batian thought to himself.

’The problem is, after Jiang Mu absorbed most of my essential Demonic Qi, my remnant soul can barely suppress this corpse anymore.’

In fact, Han Chenghu had indeed transformed into a zombie because his resentment was too strong.

Beitang Batian had just hijacked it halfway through the process.

Zombies are born from the gathered resentment of heaven and earth; they are inherently fierce and difficult to tame.

Now that his strength was greatly diminished, if he lost control, the zombie would turn the tables and devour his remnant soul as nourishment!

’Still, it’s a good thing I have another plan.’

Beitang Batian’s gaze fell on Han Yushu, cold and sinister.

As Han Chenghu’s biological son, Han Yushu was the perfect "catalyst."

If he used the "True Manual of the Myriad Blood Art," he could use the blood of a close relative as a guide, devour his Essence Blood to replenish himself, and forcibly suppress the Corpse Puppet’s resentment.

That way, even if he couldn’t possess Jiang Mu, he could last longer in the Corpse Puppet, allowing his remnant soul to recover while he calmly searched for his next suitable body.

At this thought, Beitang Batian charged toward Han Yushu without hesitation.

Han Yushu, who was already scared out of his wits, didn’t even have time to react before a large, withered hand pressed down on the crown of his head.