116: Chapter 116 Martial Arts Path, Faith in Gods?

"Uh..."

Qin Feng, who was watching the drama from the edge of the ritual altar, heard such explosive words and for a moment felt like he didn't know what to say.

Although he strongly disliked man-eating demons,

this demon-eating Martial Artist

was indeed rather mind-blowing.

"No wonder that 'Mama' warned the little demons around her before, saying that ordinary humans and human Martial Artists are two completely different species, even calling them monsters."

"I was confused before."

"Now I understand."

"Right, that Martial Artist officer said earlier that he practices Demon-Eating Martial Arts and believes in a demon-eating god... Does this mean that martial arts cultivation requires choosing a specific road or pathway later on?"

"And... needing to have faith in a specific god?"

Thinking of this,

Qin Feng couldn't help but furrow his brows.

He didn't know if this was a mandatory choice

or just a special cultivation method.

If it were the former,

things would be difficult.

Faith in gods?

Choosing a specific martial arts pathway?

How was he supposed to have faith?

How was he supposed to choose?

He didn't have a single clue; could it be that he needed to consult Lu Yunsong?

Moreover...

Qin Feng was instinctively reluctant to do so.

As someone with a modern Soul, his atheist concepts were deep-rooted. Even if gods truly existed in this world, Qin Feng believed more in the saying that man can triumph over nature.

If practicing martial arts required faith in gods... wouldn't that be equivalent to being a god's lackey?

Martial arts cultivation.

Shouldn't it be about cultivating oneself?

The self?

A sentence Lu Qingran had once started but cut short when she gave him the martial arts chip flashed through Qin Feng's mind: "Where do you think the current martial arts cultivation methods came from? They were..."

Thinking about it now,

Lu Qingran likely wanted to say: "Where do you think the martial arts cultivation methods came from? They were bestowed by the gods!"

Taking a long, deep breath,

a hint of gloom appeared on Qin Feng's face:

"If I want to become a Martial Artist and proceed with further martial arts cultivation, I need to believe in a god."

"What should I do?"

...

"You are a beast!!!"

Looking at the insane laughter on the handsome man's face, the demon called 'Mama' suddenly had a distorted expression, gritting her teeth in intense anger!

She suddenly stepped forward,

ready to deliver a violent slap.

But at that moment,

the handsome man smiled sinisterly:

"The little demon beside you seems to be standing a bit too close."

"Hmm? Oh no!"

The enraged 'Mama' snapped back to her senses and suddenly turned to the little demon pushing the cart, shouting, "Run!"

"Oh, oh oh..."

The little demon pushing the cart seemed to have choked from watching too much of the drama.

He didn't react for a moment.

When he heard the word "run,"

he subconsciously moved his feet to sprint away.

But just then,

the smile on the handsome man's lips turned eerie.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and with a "shrrrip" sound, several wet, slimy, blood-filled tentacles actually burst out of his mouth, coiling wildly toward the little demon!

"Holy crap!"

"Is this a human?!"

The little demon was startled out of his wits.

He almost peed himself.

He never imagined that tentacles would emerge from a human's mouth.

Moreover... these tentacles were simply too large, too thick, and too long!

How were they stuffed into his mouth?

It completely defied the laws of physics!

"Good grief! These human Martial Artists really are monsters!"

"Hurry and run!"

Although the little demon was young, as a demon, he was born with his own unique ability.

His figure flashed.

His body suddenly distorted.

In the next instant,

he actually shifted several meters away, appearing in the distance.

This was his special ability as a demon, "Flicker Shift," which allowed his figure to suddenly flicker to dodge physical attacks and then displace himself by several meters.

If this ability was cultivated to its depths,

shifting hundreds or thousands of meters at once would not be a problem.

Of course, he was still young now.

His ability wasn't strong enough.

But it should have been enough to escape.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

After several consecutive Flicker Shifts,

the little demon completely left the Sacrificial Altar Platform.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked back.

Just when he thought he had escaped death, he incredibly discovered that the human Martial Artist's head... had actually flown up!

"Mama's" unbelievable voice echoed on the Sacrificial Altar Platform:

"Flying-Head Martial Arts?"

"You actually believe in that god as well?!"

"How is that possible!"

"No one can believe in two gods at the same time!"

The human Martial Artist's head gave a cackling laugh. As it flew up, a surge of eerie black Qi gushed out from the neck cavity below the head, emitting rolling black smoke that filled the surroundings.

He laughed and said:

"Nothing is impossible! Everything just depends on whether you are willing to pay the price!"

The next moment,

the head flew over.

Slimy, wet tentacles blocked his vision.

The little demon only felt his entire body being bitten and torn by countless sharp teeth as if he were being shredded into pieces, and then he completely lost consciousness.

"Hmm, tastes not bad."

The handsome man's head flew in a circle above the altar.

But it did not fly away.

It seemed an invisible boundary existed around this ritual,

making it difficult for him to fly out.

He finally returned to that high Sacrificial Altar Platform at the center of the altar, landing on the jade-disk-like protruding surface. The tentacles in his mouth coiled around a leg and wriggled as they retracted back into his mouth.

He smacked his lips.

He said to 'Mama' nearby:

"Are you still thinking of using that Demon God Ritual to deal with me?"

"Give it up, it's useless."

"Not to mention I have the trump card of 'Flying-Head Martial Arts,' just based on my cultivation in 'Demon-Eating Martial Arts,' your various Demon God Rituals are not very effective against me."

"Instead of wasting effort, why not open the ritual seal and cooperate with me to turn over a new leaf and pull out those tumors in Canglang City together?"

"Wanqie, just trust me one more time. After all, you were once my woman; I won't mistreat you."

As he reached the end,

the handsome man's voice carried a strong emotional infectivity, making anyone who heard it want to lower their guard and trust him.

However, at that moment,

'Mama' in front of him began to laugh sinisterly:

"Can you count how many little demons you've eaten now?"

"Hmm?"

The handsome man's brow furrowed.

'Mama' counted on her fingers, listing them as if they were family treasures:

"One, two, three... hmm, adding the one just now, it's exactly nine little demons."

"The dosage is just about enough."

"The ritual can officially begin."

"You..."

The handsome man's head felt something was wrong. Having always been composed, a look of panic began to appear for the first time.

Ssss!

Ssss!

One by one, eerie blue veins, crawling like earthworms, began to spread across the handsome man's delicate face, tinged with purple-black patterns that looked like some kind of poison.

"Poison? I, who practice Demon-Eating Martial Arts and Flying-Head Martial Arts, am supposed to fight poison with poison; I should be immune to all poisons."

The handsome man's face was somewhat distorted. "How did you do it? And... you actually dared to use the little demons in your tribe as bait. Your tribe's birth rate is already low; aren't you afraid that Old Demon God will rain down his wrath for using little demons as bait? They are all His offspring!"

"Hmph? Bait? I didn't use the little demons as bait."

'Mama' let out a cold laugh:

"Before setting out, I repeatedly warned them to be careful and avoid getting too close. Their deaths bring me, their 'Mama,' great pain."

"If anyone is to blame, it's them for being careless."

"And even more to blame is you, this demon-eating human Martial Artist, for being too abominable, too greedy, and too deserving of death!"

"Weren't you curious about what poison I used? Hehe, ordinary poisons are indeed useless against you, but what if this poison... contains your Bloodline?"

"What?!"

The handsome man's expression changed.