I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World

Han Zheng only then discovered that the ground of the small courtyard had a hole the size of a well cover, seemingly identical in size to the Eternal Youth Spring.

Upon hearing their words, Han Zheng suddenly realized where he was.

Thousand Buddha Village!

It was here that the Black Mountain Demon had seized the Eternal Youth Spring.

This shouldn't be a dead end; if the Black Mountain Demon was able to leave from here, he could too.

Although he certainly wasn't as strong as the Black Mountain Demon, the latter had taken the Eternal Youth Spring with him, while he was taking nothing, making his escape comparatively easier.

At that moment, the family of four glared fiercely at Han Zheng, their eyes turning a sinister crimson.

"Return the Eternal Youth Spring to us! Return it!"

Gang Qi overflowed from all around Han Zheng as he prepared to make his move.

"The Eternal Youth Spring wasn't taken away by me, how can I return it to you?"

But the family of four wouldn't listen to Han Zheng's explanation; the old lady covered her face, sobbing heavily, "We prayed devoutly for decades to gain the Eternal Youth Spring, and now that you have taken it from us, how are we supposed to live?"

Han Zheng frowned slightly at the grotesque Buddha statue.

The Eternal Youth Spring was obtained by their praying to Buddha?

At that moment, the old man fiercely said, "Kill him! Reclaim the Eternal Youth Spring!"

"Yes! Kill him! Kill him!"

Han Zheng rapidly retreated; he activated the Wind and Thunder Nine Transitions to its extremes.

These people were not Martial Artists, so Han Zheng couldn't gauge their strength.

However, the place was too ominous; it was wiser to retreat first.

But just then, a wildly deteriorating demonic presence burst forth from the four people, transforming into black tendrils that swept towards Han Zheng.

The speed of the tendrils was so fast that even with Wind and Thunder Nine Transitions, Han Zheng couldn't dodge them.

With no other choice, Han Zheng abruptly turned around, his hand grasping at the void, unleashing the Moving Mountain from the Ape Demon Nine Transformations; a massive hand of Gang Qi coalesced in the void, seizing those black tendrils.

A tremendous force erupted suddenly, directly tearing those tendrils apart.

However, the severed black tendrils still writhed as if alive, struggling their way toward Han Zheng.

Han Zheng clenched a Seal Technique, activating the power of the Black Sky Tathagata Demon Buddha to its peak.

Buddha Light and Demonic Energy intertwined, continuously bombarding the black tendrils.

But these entities seemed indestructible; no matter how forcefully Han Zheng attacked them with his powerful Gang Qi, he couldn't destroy them.

However, Han Zheng continued fighting while retreating, eventually leaping out of the small courtyard. It seemed the black tendrils couldn't venture too far from the family, all reverting into black mist and returning into their bodies.

The courtyard again echoed with the mournful cries from the family, lamenting about regaining the Eternal Youth Spring and more.

Han Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.

This malevolent and corrupt aura was indeed originating from the Eternal Youth Spring, far denser and purer than the aura on Yuwen Xizhen's true body, making it exceptionally troublesome.

Moreover, it seems the Black Mountain Demon had come to Thousand Buddha Village sixty years ago to seize the Eternal Youth Spring.

So had this family lived for another sixty years?

This family didn't seem to be Martial Artists, and looking inside the courtyard, there were no signs of daily life; they survived without food or drink, which, in a way, truly justified the name of the Eternal Youth Spring.

However, the price was that after drinking it, one would gradually be corroded by that sinister and corrupt aura, completely turning into a monster.

After leaving the small courtyard, Han Zheng looked around at Thousand Buddha Village.

Thousand Buddha Village was quite large, strictly speaking, almost as big as a small town, with thousands of households.

Han Zheng glanced over; outside the village was a dense dark fog, with only a giant Buddha statue towering at the head of the village.

The Buddha statue, over a hundred meters tall and painted entirely black, had three faces and six arms, its face wearing a benevolent smile, seemingly undisturbed by anything unusual.

---

Although this Thousand Buddha Village was so bizarre, Han Zheng felt that nothing placed here was right.

At the moment, the courtyard he was in was on the edge of the village, and behind it lay that dense fog.

Han Zheng tentatively approached the fog, and instantly, a bone-chilling, profound fear surged through him.

Even in Han Zheng's mind, countless screams, mad mutterings, and various unconscious mumblings echoed.

All these thoughts crammed into his mind abruptly, causing Han Zheng's face to turn pale, and he hastily retreated several steps backward.

This place was too sinister—absolutely not a step further must he venture!

The entire village was enveloped in fog, but as the fog itself was impassable, Han Zheng could only proceed towards the village's central area.

As he passed a residence, laughter bubbled from within, as if the people inside were incredibly joyful.

Although Han Zheng knew that the house surely harbored danger, without investigating and understanding this place, he couldn't find his way out.

Thus, Han Zheng had to climb up onto the wall of the courtyard, cautiously observing the scene inside.

It was an even smaller courtyard than the previous one, with only one main house, but in the center of the yard was a tiny shrine.

In the shrine, a pitch-black Buddha statue was enshrined. The statue was bloated and corpulent, its head so extraordinarily large that it was nearly the size of its body, and it wore a bizarre smile, looking tremendously eerie.

At that moment, a middle-aged man lay in front of the statue, laughing manically, but then he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and hurriedly knelt down, fervently kowtowing.

"Disciple sincerely worships the Buddha, please grant me another meteoric rise. This time I don't wish to be a general anymore—I want to be the Emperor, the Emperor who holds the power of life and death!"

Before the Buddha statue, a black lotus bloomed, and colorful bubbles instantly enveloped the man.

The next moment, a wild smile spread across his face.

The colorful bubbles swept up with the wind, moving incredibly fast. Han Zheng didn't have time to dodge and even got some on his hands.

Instantly, Han Zheng saw what the man was experiencing.

Within the bubbles, the sleazy-looking man had transformed into the emperor of an empire.

Indulging in debauchery, he was cruel and ruthless in his fantasy, torturing to death any minister who dared speak ill of him.

He required all ministers to bring their wives and daughters to the morning court, and whoever he fancied had to pleasure him sexually, with the minister watching to boost his enjoyment.

All individuals in the harem were not allowed to wear clothes, facilitating his unrestrained indulgences.

Drunkenness and slaughter prevailed. He freely vented all his dark desires in that fantasy realm, some acts being unimaginably wicked.

And in that dream, the empire never rebelled; he was the supreme ruler, everyone had to endure and comply with him in the dream.

And this was what he had earnestly prayed for from the Buddha, his rightful reward!

Han Zheng suddenly broke free from the fantasy world within the bubbles and retreated, taking a deep breath.

Although he knew it was false, the fantasy world in the bubble felt incredibly real.

As an onlooker, Han Zheng's senses were incredibly vivid; he could even smell the aroma of food and wine inside.

Had Han Zheng's willpower not been strong, he might have completely sunk into that boundless fantasy.

Just then, the door of a dilapidated thatched hut ahead suddenly burst open.

Accompanied by a thunderous dull thud, a small giant, two zhang tall, stepped out from the cramped thatched hut.

Heaven knows how such a massive body was squeezed into that hut.

The little giant was corpulent, covered in blood, his face hideously fierce with a grotesque scar slashing across, his flesh turned outwards, continuously oozing blood.

His entire body was dyed red with blood, holding a butcher's knife in his hand as if he were a butcher.

At that moment, he was frantically muttering, "Killed you! Killed you both, you dog couple! All look down on me, I will kill all of you, all of you!"

Suddenly, the butcher caught sight of Han Zheng. His eyes instantly widened, filled with ferocious murderous intent.

"You pretty boy, so handsome, you must be trying to seduce my wife. I will kill you! Kill you!"

As his words fell, the butcher fiercely swung his knife down, its speed unbelievably fast, appearing in front of Han Zheng in the blink of an eye!

---