I am grinding experience in another world

East Garden of the City Lord Mansion in Feng’an City.

On the corridor outside, Lü Liang sat behind a long table, lost in thought.

Accompanied by a series of subtle footsteps, a scholar in white, with a strange fake smile on his face, appeared from the withered bamboo at the edge of the courtyard.

King Wuyou!

Lü’s body shook, his Yin Spirit Divine Power restless.

"Young Master, you must not act rashly," Lü Thirteen, sitting opposite, quickly stood up to dissuade him, "King Wuyou is murderous. If you kill one, countless King Wuyou avatars will entangle you."

"If we really start a fight, we’d be falling right into the trap of Qingyang City’s lord!"

Without waiting for Lü Liang to respond, he hurriedly waved his hand.

Suddenly, a Black Armor Yin soldier abruptly appeared beside Li Wuyou, kicked him out of the courtyard, and charged out after him.

With the sound of fighting and collision growing more distant, the Yin soldier and Li Wuyou soon disappeared far from the City Lord Mansion.

Lü Liang’s face twitched, he clenched his fists fiercely, "Damn that old man Xiao!"

After a long while, he regained his composure, "Is there any news of the Yin soldiers who were teleported away with the Netherworld Ferry?"

Lü Thirteen shook his head with an ugly expression, "Out of the twelve groups, totaling one hundred and eight people, there has been no word."

"Not even one?" Lü Liang couldn’t believe it.

Lü Thirteen nodded solemnly, "I’m afraid they were either intercepted by Qingyang City or fell victim to King Wuyou."

"Has Feng’an City completely turned into an isolated city you can only enter but never leave?" Lü Liang’s face grew grim.

Lü Thirteen nodded with a grim expression, "With the East Pole Longevity Scripture here, most of the city’s people have already begun to grasp the Three Paths Curse."

"But the essence of the River of Oblivion summoned by the Three Paths Curse can only temporarily drive King Wuyou away; it can’t stop his slaughter."

"I’m afraid only the Yin Divine Might can expel him. We can only delay as much as possible and wait for the City Lord."

"If we encounter him before then, we can only try to have the Yin soldiers draw him away."

As soon as his voice fell, accompanied by the crackling sound of dry branches and leaves shattering, the white-clothed scholar Li Wuyou appeared once again.

Lü Liang, with a troubled face, stood up, "We can lure away one or two, but can we lure away thousands or tens of thousands?"

"My energy has probably been specially marked by Qingyang City. Even if I don’t fight, this cursed thing will keep coming after me."

"How long can the two thousand Yin soldiers of the Thousand Blade Camp help me delay?"

"Rather than waiting to die in fear, I’d rather fight for survival."

...

Ten days later, in Feng’an City.

A piece of withered and dry Moonlight Tree leaf, large as the palm, drifted with the wind, flew over the city wall, and gracefully landed on the deserted street.

On the western city wall.

Yin Fire, green as death, fell from the sky like a meteor.

Boom!

A three-meter wide crater appeared on the hard bluestone ground, with the white-clothed Li Wuyou lying in the center of the pit.

His head was limply tilted onto his left shoulder, limb twisted and broken like pretzels, chest caved in, severely wounded all over.

Yet even so, he still wore a smile, convulsing and struggling incessantly.

The ghastly green Yin Fire crackled and hissed, and the trapped Li Wuyou, like a wax figure, slowly melted into a thick pool of blood which dripped down onto the ground.

Lü Liang stumbled back two steps, leaning against the wall, and sat down, "This King Wuyou is getting harder and harder to kill. That old ghost Xiao really deserves to die."

Lü Thirteen, equally disheveled, leaned against the wall, "Young Master, don’t rush to curse the lord of Qingyang City."

"Can you turn down the Yin Fire, let that monster die slower, so I can catch my breath?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Wuyou, who had been twitching and struggling, suddenly lay motionless, and then poof, turned to ash and dissipated.

"This damned thing can understand human speech?" Lü Liang nearly laughed in disbelief, "Uncle Thirteen, this really isn’t my fault; he blew himself up."

Lü Thirteen couldn’t help but grit his teeth, "That old ghost Xiao really deserves to die!"

Before the two could catch their breath, a white figure appeared in front of them once again.

"This damned thing really wants to exhaust both of us," Lü Liang said helplessly, his hands propping against the wall, attempting to stand.

But as soon as he saw Li Wuyou’s figure clearly, he froze as if under a Binding Spell and stood still.

At that moment, Li Wuyou was still in white, with a strange fake smile on his face. But now, threads of bright red smoke were swirling around him.

The smoke seemed gentle and weak, but when it swept over the bluestone at his feet, the tough city walls that could withstand Secret Technique bombardment instantly turned to dust!

Divine Fetus Dharma Aspect?!

Lü Liang’s pupils shrank, feeling his whole body tense up.

That red fog was clearly the scenery unique to Dharma Aspect energy.

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The newly appeared Strange Demon, Wuyou King, already possessed the power unique to a Divine Fetus Yin Spirit.

This was a fundamental gap in the nature of power, and even if he gathered the Divine Power of twenty thousand Yin soldiers, he still couldn’t withstand it!

Lü Liang wore a bitter smile and dejectedly sat down on the ground, "Uncle Thirteen, it seems we can’t hold onto Feng’an City."

Boom!

The moment his words fell, a trail of black smoke, like a cannonball, soared across the sky.

The Wuyou King not far away was brushed by the black smoke, and his upper body, as if made of black fine sand, scattered without resistance. The break at his waist was an even more scarlet hue, as if burning charcoal.

Lü Liang was dumbfounded and hurriedly scrambled up to look towards the origin of the black smoke.

He saw in the distance, against the horizon, a black and a red figure constantly colliding. With each impact, Vigorous Qi splattered, and the shockwaves swept across, causing large swaths of clouds in the sky to thunderously disperse.

"Is that Mr. Lu?" Lü Thirteen couldn’t help but widen his eyes, "He can actually go toe-to-toe with Wuyou King?"

"Haha! Now our Feng’an City is saved!"

...

The Chen Mu whom Lü Thirteen saw as a savior was caught in a tough fight.

For more than twenty days, he had been entangled in battle, successively killing seventy-three Li Wuyous. With each encounter, the enemy grew stronger, and a casual strike displayed Dharma Aspect energy.

If he hadn’t piled up the Five Dragons Scripture to Perfection using dozens of Strange Demons, he would’ve probably had his heart eaten by Li Wuyou already.

At this moment, hovering in mid-air, his right fist drawn back, Chen Mu resembled a fully drawn longbow.

Behind him, the shadows of five dragons flashed and vanished, and a layer of black light suddenly appeared on the surface of his right fist.

Then, as if teleporting, he appeared behind Li Wuyou.

Five Dragon Dharma Body!

Roar!

A resounding roar burst forth as Chen Mu threw his punch.

Boom!

The air abruptly exploded with sound as Li Wuyou soared out like a massive meteorite falling from the sky, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.

Rock shattered, dirt splashed, and a crater dozens of meters in diameter appeared.

Li Wuyou lay at the bottom of the crater, and through the massive hole in his chest, one could clearly see his broken spine and the half-missing heart.

Chen Mu leapt onto the city wall with a swoosh after sweeping a glance at the unchanged false smile on the other’s face.

His first glance caught sight of the Li Wuyou that was only half a body in length, and his heart suddenly panicked.

This damned thing isn’t the only one?

Truthful Listening!

The Secret Technique activated in an instant, and the view of half the city instantly flooded his mind.

Then, he saw that in the streets and alleys, Li Wuyous with varying strengths were wandering about.

Chen Mu’s face twitched fiercely.

One Li Wuyou was already enough to run him ragged; if this densely packed group of Li Wuyous joined forces and attacked en masse...

Had he known, he might’ve been better off not returning to Feng’an City at all!

"Which direction is the Netherworld Ferry?" Chen Mu quickly turned to ask Lü Liang.

On his way here, he had verified multiple times that Li Wuyou was afraid of the River of Oblivion’s aura. He guessed that as long as he could hide near the Netherworld Ferry, there was a high probability he could escape from Li Wuyou’s pursuit.

But before Lü Liang could answer, that feeling of being watched by countless malicious gazes appeared again.

Immediately after, he discovered that the countless Li Wuyous slowly turned around, their gazes converging on the section of the city wall where he stood.

The Li Wuyou in the large crater outside the city ceased struggling. Streams of scarlet smoke spurted out from his wounds, and his formidable aura rapidly declined.

Meanwhile, those originally weak Li Wuyous inside the city inflated like balloons being inflated, their auras quickly intensifying!

The next moment, these identical-looking Li Wuyous began jumping onto rooftops, their clothes flapping as they rushed towards where Chen Mu stood.

Chen Mu: "..."

I mean, I was just asking for directions and didn’t plan on messing with you, why the hell are you all charging at me?

Fuck!