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Chapter 382: Fight Me First!

Chapter 382 Fight Me First!

As someone who had already reached peak Foundation Establishment in the present world and Ninth Stage of Void Fusion in the Cangyun Realm,

Chen Huaian didn’t think there was much left in the world that could tempt him.

Money? He wasn’t lacking.

Women? His precious little disciple was drop-dead gorgeous and obedient.

Power? If the authority of a provincial Exorcist Division Governor wasn’t enough, he also held titles like Sword Pavilion Patriarch, Alliance Leader, and Realm Lord of a Small World.

Actually, he could have even more power.

For example, Wang Shouyi once suggested they create a new Demon Suppression Division in cooperation with the Exorcist Division and the sect,

accepting both Awakened and Ascenders, using the resources of Ascenders to lift up the Awakened.

It was a decent idea, but Chen had politely declined. Honestly, if it weren’t for the glaring cloud of gray qi over Wang’s head, he might’ve actually considered it.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Just as he stood inside the circle bored and scanning his surroundings,

he suddenly noticed a wallet lying in the grass just outside the circle.

The wallet was bulging, half-covered in dirt.

It looked like there was quite a bit of cash in it?

Who could resist a wallet like that?

Maybe it didn’t have much, maybe it had nothing at all—but that plump curve stirred the most primal kind of human greed and curiosity.

He had to know if there was money inside. How much? Who owned it? Was there an ID photo?

If he were busy, he might’ve ignored it.

But right now? He was bored out of his mind.

That wallet was like a scratch-off ticket waving right in front of his face.

“I mean, if I just reach out and pull it into the circle, that should be fine, right?”

Chen Huaian glanced at the distant battlefield where the chaos raged.

He could vaguely see Li Qingran fluttering through the ghost pawns like a dancing butterfly.

His baby Qingran wasn’t paying attention to this side at all.

Chen Huaian squinted.

Perfect timing!

The wallet was less than ten centimeters outside the circle Li Qingran had drawn—he could grab it with a stretch of his arm,

which meant technically, his body never left the circle.

Round it up a little…

And he completely didn’t leave the circle!

Bajii silently watched as Chen Huaian edged toward the edge.

It noticed the wallet too.

Unlike Chen, who saw nothing suspicious, Bajii was a demon beast at the Demon Core stage—

it could tell in one glance that the wallet was a monster in disguise. The goal, obviously, was to lure the big boss out.

But Bajii had no intention of stopping him.

First, it wanted to come into contact with the monsters guarding the Demon-Locking Tower—it needed clues.

Second, even if this boss couldn't handle the enemy, wasn't it still here? It was Chen’s ultimate insurance policy!

So go ahead and go all-in, Boss!

As Bajii prayed silently in its heart—

Chen Huaian reached the wallet.

It had a genuine leather texture, with a cool touch like mountain air.

Nothing weird happened.

The wallet didn’t transform into a giant demon or sprout legs and start running.

So Chen just casually pulled it into the circle.

“D*mn, it’s so thick? Jackpot!”

Chen Huaian squeezed the wallet, a wicked grin tugging at his lips.

Didn’t matter how much money was inside.

What mattered was the thrill—like opening a treasure chest.

But the moment he opened the wallet, a blast of dense demonic energy surged out like black smoke,

instantly engulfing him.

By the time he came to—

He was no longer under that tree.

Instead, he stood in a space bathed in blood-red light.

Around him echoed wave upon wave of ghostly wails. In the far distance, the crimson faded into a pulsating darkness.

And within that darkness, a towering figure sat cross-legged with its back to him.

Clack, clack—!

The rhythmic sound of blade-grinding rang out—sharp, piercing, like a death bell.

Even if Chen Huaian were the slowest guy alive, he’d still realize—

Yeah, he’d walked right into a trap.

“Humans are greedy, especially for little gains. Even as cultivators, that trait doesn’t change.”

A chilling voice came from the grinding figure.

The figure rose, unfurling its twenty-meter-tall body. Muscles across its back writhed like twisted ropes,

rubbing against each other with a creak creak sound.

It turned around, raising a massive cleaver—revealing a ferocious tiger head.

Chen Huaian immediately recognized it.

The Exorcists had taken photos of this one—it matched.

From Wang Shouyi, he also knew its name: Blood Amber Mountain Lord.

Any being worthy of the title "Mountain Lord" was no ordinary demon.

This wasn’t your average monster—it was boss-fight material,

worthy of a full movie in Journey to the West’s 81 tribulations.

“I am Blood Amber Mountain Lord. I did not become a demon from a tiger. I am an amber that sealed a tiger demon.

You may call me tiger, or you may call me amber… it matters not. What matters is—”

It sneered maliciously.

“Once you’ve been dragged into this realm, you are already as good as dead!”

“ROAR—!”

The furious roar shook the blood-red space to its core.

Chen Huaian looked Blood Amber Mountain Lord up and down.

Truth be told, he had panicked a little at first when he got pulled in.

But not because he had to face a monster—he just didn’t know how he’d explain it to Li Qingran later.

He had left the circle.

Qingran would totally pout.

As for this Blood Amber Mountain Lord being strong… well, Chen had seen plenty of powerhouses in his life.

He’d killed no fewer than ten Void Fusion cultivators,

and even fought Real Person Yuyao—that old hag in the Mahayana Stage.

Compared to that, this tiger’s angry growl and ominous aura felt… underwhelming.

Honestly, the tiger reminded him of an angry kitten.

“Oh? Interesting.”

Blood Amber Mountain Lord was a little startled by Chen Huaian’s calm demeanor.

“No wonder you were so heavily protected by those Ascenders.

If I’m not mistaken, you must be an extraordinarily gifted Ascender?

Pity. You chose the path of ascension… then again, perhaps you had no choice.”

“I’m not an Ascender.”

Chen Huaian gripped the hilt of the Black Scales Sword and looked coldly at the tiger.

“You’re not an Ascender?” Blood Amber Mountain Lord’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t try to fool me!

How could you reach peak Foundation Establishment without being an Ascender?

And why would those Ascenders protect you!?”

“Stop running your mouth.”

Chen took a step back, lowered his stance slightly—his eyes suddenly sharp.

“Though I’ve got a few questions too…

Like why you monsters don’t harm mortals.

But—”

“I hate pointless chatter.”

A flash of sword light.

A misty silhouette lingered in place.

With a thunderous cry—“Set the sails straight through the seas!”—

Chen Huaian’s figure surged forward,

appearing instantly before Blood Amber Mountain Lord.

“Fight me first, and then I’ll ask questions!”

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