Chapter 67

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Chapter 67: Vital Blood Catalyst, Black Water Mystic Serpent

The thick black fog covered an area of dozens of meters, hiding Mu Lin’s limbs.

Suddenly, multiple figures began running through the fog, some even escaping beyond its range.

When the Flying Night Demon drew near, it discovered every fleeing figure looked identical to Mu Lin’s true form.

These were paper figures created by Mu Lin to trick his enemy.

Though hesitant, the Flying Night Demon leaped forward, stabbing each figure to death with its Steel Fork.

It had no choice—the figures’ matching appearances and scents made it impossible to distinguish real from fake.

Left with no alternative, the demon slaughtered every escaping figure.

As it attacked mid-air, Mu Lin’s second coffin nail plunged into the paper figure demon’s chest.

“Hiss…!”

Through the link between the paper figure and the demon’s true body, the nail tore a gaping hole in the Night Demon’s heart.

Such an injury would kill an ordinary person instantly.

But the Night Demon wasn’t ordinary.

High-rank beings inherently resisted curse techniques.

With only three-realm mastery and lacking the demon’s true name or birth date, Mu Lin’s vital blood could’ve caused mere phantom pain at best—a pain that faded with distance.

Yet the Paper Figure Curse now held devastating power, fueled by master-level origami, painting, and calligraphy.

The paper figures’ lifelike details, vivid expressions, and Soul Resonance made them perfect vessels for curses.

Still, Mu Lin couldn’t transfer 100% of the damage to the Night Demon—even his clones lacked such precision.

The curse only cracked the demon’s heart.

But as a monster, its vitality proved formidable—the wound slowly healed even as they fought.

The attack also triggered the Night Demon’s survival instincts, driving it into a Rage.

“ROAR!”

Abandoning all playfulness, the demon unleashed its full power.

“Whoosh—”

It swung its Steel Fork violently, spinning it until winds gathered around the weapon.

The howling gusts merged into a sky-piercing tornado. With a sweeping motion, the demon hurled the roaring vortex toward Mu Lin’s black fog.

“Rumble…”

The tornado shredded the fog instantly. Mu Lin’s paper figures were sucked into the whirlwind, where wind blades sliced them to scraps without the demon lifting a finger.

Such overwhelming force shattered Mu Lin’s defenses in an instant.

This was the difference a major realm made—a Spring Fountain Realm demon stood leagues beyond him.

“Found you!”

With the black fog cleared and the paper figures’ interference broken, the Flying Night Demon locked its gaze onto Mu Lin, now transformed into a Snake Man.

“Die!”

Hovering mid-air, it accelerated straight toward him.

Escape was no longer possible, yet Mu Lin never intended to flee.

“I’d planned to save these moves for the next floor, but it seems the Fifth Floor is beyond my reach. Still, stopping you here won’t be a problem.”

He withdrew two paper creations from his robes. One depicted a little girl with an eerily beautiful smile, crafted through exquisite folding. The other was a vicious-looking black serpent, its menacing form shaped by intricate techniques.

The little girl who sells matches and the Black Water Mystic Serpent—these were Mu Lin’s ultimate trump cards, born from his Mind Image visualizations.

A breath of the vitality of the living escaped his lips. Instantly, a Growth Stage Black Water Mystic Serpent materialized beside him. Though not yet at the Spring Fountain Realm—its power limited by energy constraints—this summoned version retained traces of the true serpent’s majesty Mu Lin had visualized during his Black Water Mystic Serpent’s transformation method advancement.

Mu Lin’s palm struck his own chest. Blood sprayed from his mouth, vital blood refined from the Mystic Serpent merging with the paper construct. Black mist magical power surged from his body, channeling into the serpent.

The creature’s aura exploded. Within moments, it broke through from Awakened Realm to Spring Fountain Realm. Normally such growth would be impossible, but Mu Lin’s Level 3 Mastery of the transformation method compensated for his limited magical reserves.

“Not enough vital blood or power,” Mu Lin gritted through bloodied teeth. “Else it’d reach Spirit Pool Realm.” The enhancement was temporary—once his expended resources drained, the serpent would regress to Awakened. But momentary strength sufficed.

The coiled serpent shielded Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo, black watery barriers rippling around them. This was mere defense. Mu Lin’s true strike came next.

Another breath of vitality summoned the match-selling girl. Unlike the blood-fueled serpent, this creation devoured mental strength and soul power—Mu Lin’s strongest assets. Though his skull throbbed from the drain, his resolve held firm.

“Big brother, buy a match?” The girl’s giggle chilled the air as she struck a flame.

Instead of warmth, the firelight conjured swirling snow—a blizzard of illusions cascading from the tiny matchstick.