185: The righteous undercover agents have all gone astray! The iceberg laughed, and the god's CPU burned out!

In the swamp, Monk Jiese's situation could no longer be described as merely "dangerous"; he was practically walking on the edge of the afterlife.

That Nine Nether Demonic Hound was completely triggered by his theory that "being a vegetarian is trendy, and chanting sutras is Hip-hop." Violent beams of Demonic Energy, like free fireworks, lit up his face that was written all over with "mercy."

"Amitabha! Benefactor Hound, calm down and listen to me. Violence doesn't solve problems, but it can solve the person who raised the problem—wait, no, that's not it!"

Monk Jiese braved the barrage of attacks under a crumbling golden light shield, scurrying around like a rat in distress, yet his tongue remained resilient.

"Look, you've been fighting for so long and consumed so much Spiritual Qi. Aside from making this humble monk's Buddha-light a bit brighter, what's the point?"

"Why don't we sit down and have a five-copper-coin chat? I'll tell you how the Buddha delivers all sentient beings, and you can tell me how you demonic hounds mate, how about that?"

On the Nine Nether Demonic Hound's three heads, the bloodshot veins in its six eyes were about to burst.

It was driven insane.

It had never seen such a talkative creature in its life!

Three beams of Demonic Energy, each thicker than a bucket, suddenly merged into one, turning into a pitch-black pillar of destruction that slammed into Monk Jiese.

Crack!

The Buddha-light shield shattered instantly, like a glass window smashed by a bratty kid.

"Yikes! Why are you getting so worked up? Getting worked up is bad for your liver, Benefactor!"

Monk Jiese shivered in fear, no longer daring to mention "in-depth exchanges." He greased his feet and turned into a streak of golden light, preparing to flee.

As he ran, he turned his head and shouted with all his might, his voice full of deep emotion.

"Benefactor Hound, just you wait! This humble monk won't give up on you! Once I call for backup... no, once I find my companions, I'll definitely come back to continue teaching you the wonders of the Great Compassion Mantra!"

Before his voice faded, the golden light had already vanished at the end of the swamp.

Only the Nine Nether Demonic Hound remained, letting out a three-part harmony of impotent rage that made the entire pool of mud boil... Inside the VIP viewing area.

Su Chen had completely lost his composure as a Holy Son. He slid down from his rocking chair, clutching his stomach and laughing like a three-hundred-pound child.

"No... I can't... My abs... they're about to run away from home..."

Liu Ruyan was rolling on the ground with zero decorum, sunflower seed shells scattered all over her as she shook with laughter.

"Hehe... what a character! This Saintess has decided that once the demon codex concludes, I must capture him and bring him back to the Nine Nether Demonic Cult. He won't have to do anything else but stay in my palace and perform stand-up comedy every day!"

Only Ling Qingzhu was still stubbornly maintaining her cold, iceberg persona.

She picked up her teacup and took a gentle sip, trying to use this elegant gesture to hide the corners of her mouth that she could barely keep from curling upward.

[This Buddhist Son... his train of thought is indeed unique.]

"Quick! Next! The next victim!"

Su Chen finally managed to crawl up from the floor, his face flushed as he urged Liu Ruyan.

This kind of "cloud-watching" joy was even more satisfying than a Breakthrough in his own Realm!

Liu Ruyan was also bursting with excitement. Her slender fingers swiped across the Blood Mirror, and the scene shifted.

This time, the camera locked onto a valley shrouded in eerie Yin Qi.

Two "Demonic Cultivators" were passionately arguing over a "Ghost Soul Grass."

One held a Ghost-headed Broadsword, his demonic flames billowing.

The other was dressed in black with a sword at his waist. He was a Taiyi Holy Land true disciple, Jian Buping, disguised as a saber-wielder, but his arrogance of "I am the world's number one swordsman" was impossible to hide.

"Kid, I saw this grass first! Scram!" the Demonic Cultivator with the Ghost-headed Broadsword roared.

Jian Buping looked at him coldly without saying a word, his eyes like he was looking at a moving weakness.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Die!"

The Demonic Cultivator grinned savagely, raising the Ghost-headed Broadsword high. With a simple "Splitting Mount Hua" move carrying a thick scent of blood, he aimed straight for Jian Buping's crown!

However, the moment the blade was about to touch his hair...

Jian Buping suddenly spoke.

"Wait!"

The Demonic Cultivator froze, the blade hanging mid-air.

"What? Scared? Want to kneel and call me daddy?" he sneered.

"No."

Jian Buping shook his head, his face full of stern disappointment, and pointed at the other's blade.

"This strike of yours is simply an insult to the word 'saber'."

Demonic Cultivator: "???"

Su Chen and the others in the viewing area: "???"

[Another one?!]

In the Blood Mirror, Jian Buping had already entered his "eager-to-teach" mode.

"You only know how to use brute force. Your lower body is unstable, your waist and hips are loose, and your power isn't unified! True saber techniques are art! They are the aesthetics of slaughter! It's all about power rising from the ground, connecting through every joint, and the unity of man and blade!"

As he spoke, he even demonstrated the standard movement of twisting the waist and pushing the hips. His posture was more standard than the Cultivation Technique instructors in the Sect.

"And your moves are stiff! Rigid! Nothing but hacking, like a lumberjack! You should drop your wrist slightly, let the blade follow an arc, balancing offense and defense, and seek that fleeting killing intent within the transitions!"

"Like this!"

Jian Buping drew his longsword and casually performed a flourish with a "clang."

The movement was as smooth as flowing water, naturally imbued with dao rhyme, and so cool it made one want to call the police.

"Understand?"

Jian Buping sheathed his sword and stood there, looking at the completely stalled Demonic Cultivator with a gaze that said, "Child, you need to redo your homework."

The Demonic Cultivator was stunned for a full ten seconds.

He looked down at his Ghost-headed Broadsword, then at Jian Buping's serious "I'm doing this for your own good" expression.

His worldview was collapsing and restructuring.

[He... he's teaching me how to hack him to death more efficiently?]

[What kind of new psychological tactic is this? Destroy my confidence first, then kill my body? How devious!]

The Demonic Cultivator took a deep breath. With a "I'll just try it and see what you're up to" mindset, he adjusted his stance and swung his blade according to the posture Jian Buping had just taught.

Hey! You don't say!

When this strike went out, it felt... incredibly smooth! The sound of the blade even broke the air!

"Yes! Exactly like that!"

Jian Buping actually clapped his hands in excitement, a gratified smile like a proud father appearing on his face.

"You have natural talent! It's just that your waist is still a bit stiff. Again! Imagine your waist is a dragon!"

"Oh... oh, okay!"

The Demonic Cultivator subconsciously responded.

Thus, an extremely bizarre scene appeared in the valley.

A Righteous Path spy was personally teaching a Devil Head who was preparing to rob him how to hone his killing skills.

And that Devil Head was learning so hard he was sweating profusely, his face full of seriousness as if he were taking a priceless private lesson.

The scene was absurdly harmonious, yet carried a hint of Zen.

Viewing area.

Su Chen was laughing so hard he lost his voice. He could only slap the table wildly while gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Liu Ruyan had slid straight from her chair to the floor, clutching her stomach and curling up like a shrimp.

Amidst this sea of joy, a very faint, delicate chuckle, like ice beads falling into a jade plate, suddenly rang out.

"Pfft..."

Su Chen froze and stiffly turned his head.

He saw that Ling Qingzhu, who had been trying so hard to maintain her cold persona, finally couldn't hold it in.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but it was too late.

On that eternally frozen, beautiful face, her cold phoenix eyes were now curved into crescents, filled with shimmering light from her suppressed laughter.

It wasn't a melting; it was an explosion.

The solid shell of ice on her face had been cracked open by this absurd scene.

A touch of stunning spring color irrepressibly and dominantly bloomed from that crack.

Su Chen's brain went buzz, turning completely blank.

He was dazed.

[Holy crap... a BUG! A BUG has appeared!]

[The iceberg's emoji System actually loaded the 'smile' paid skin?!]

[This lethality... isn't it cheating?!]

[How am I supposed to face her with a calm mind and complete this damn 'dating' KPI? The difficulty level has spiked from Hard straight to Hell!]