Slaying Demons and Obtaining Fire

That was the Samadhi Fire. It burned everything, returning all things to their origin. It didn't burn flesh or bones, but only everything that wasn't "pure." The weasel's claws tore through the outermost layer of disguise, touching the true nature of this body.

When flames met flames, the pale yellow Ganoderma lucidum demon fire was repelled the moment it touched the dark blue flame, emitting a very slight hiss.

The flames on the weasel's right paw flickered and trembled. The weasel itself... no, the entire demon, was pushed backward twice by an irresistible repulsive force, landing awkwardly beside the bluestone.

It got up, its right paw trembling in front of its chest, its amber eyes wide open.

It looked at the crack on Liu Jin's arm, which was healing itself. Blue flames slowly emerged from the edge of the wound, like countless fine threads stitching the skin back together.

In just a few breaths, his arm was completely healed, as if the claw attack had never happened. Only the few tears on his sleeve proved that it wasn't an illusion.

The weasel's voice began to tremble.

"You...you're not human. What are you?"

Liu Jin looked down at his torn sleeve, then looked up at it again.

He did not answer. But the dark blue flame mark between his brows was slowly lighting up, like a newly lit lamp in the damp, cold mist of the black pine forest.

The light shone on the weasel's face, casting its furry features in a half-light, half-shadow, and revealing the fear hidden deep within its amber pupils for three hundred years.

The third level of the Reverse Life Triple Technique was activated at full power, without reservation or restraint.

His skin glowed with a translucent pale white, and the Qi-infused meridians flowed faintly beneath his skin. A ghostly blue flame spread from his brow to his entire body, making him resemble a lit lantern in the mist of the black pine forest.

He took a step forward. The ground beneath his feet didn't sink, and the air didn't explode, but his figure vanished from his spot and appeared in front of the weasel in the same instant.

It's not teleportation; it's a pure Qi-transformed body that is no longer obstructed by the Qi of heaven and earth, and movement over short distances consumes almost no time.

The weasel looked up at him, its amber pupils suddenly widening. It had cultivated for three hundred years, seen wandering Taoist priests, mountain spirits, and ghosts that lingered in the graveyards at night.

But it had never seen anything like it before; there were no talismans, no magical artifacts, no spells, nothing at all.

Just the presence of a single "person" made it difficult for the other to even breathe. It wasn't demonic energy, malevolent energy, or even murderous aura.

It's something more fundamental, a difference in the level of life. Like a rabbit encountering a tiger, the instinctive fear doesn't come from the tiger's claws and teeth, but from the tiger's very existence.

It once thought that by consuming the demonic fire of the Ganoderma lucidum and cultivating for three hundred years, it was very close to becoming a "human". Only now does it understand what a true "demon-human" looks like.

Its claws began to tremble, and its knees bent involuntarily. With a thud, it knelt down. Its front paws were clasped together, its forehead pressed to the ground, and its tail was tightly tucked between its two hind legs. The entire demon lay curled up into a small ball on the bluestone.

"Immortal, spare me! Immortal, spare me!" Its voice was no longer sharp as before, but became thin and soft, with a sobbing tone.

"This old man... no, this humble one was blind and ignorant, unaware that the Immortal was here. I dared to speak so disrespectfully, and I deserve to die! Immortal, please be magnanimous and consider me an uncivilized beast, spare my life! I have cultivated for three hundred years with great difficulty, swallowing spirit mushrooms, enduring tribulations, dodging hunters, and avoiding natural enemies. I have finally reached this point. I beg the Immortal to consider my sincere devotion to the Dao and show mercy..."

It speaks extremely fast, as if it wants to pour out all its pleas for mercy in the shortest amount of time.

With each word it spoke, it kowtowed, its front paws digging two shallow furrows in the ground. Mist slowly gathered around it, obscuring its huddled form.

Then it moved. Not to run away, but to fight back. Its head, which had been slammed down, suddenly snapped back up, its mouth wide open, and a thick plume of yellow poisonous smoke billowed from deep within its throat.

At the same time, a cluster of pale yellow Ganoderma lucidum demonic fire ignited in its dantian. The flames and poisonous smoke mixed in mid-air, transforming into a yellow-green smoke dragon that rushed straight towards Liu Jin's face.

Poisonous smoke is the weasel's innate magical power. Over the past three hundred years, it has used this trick to kill three wild wolves that wanted to eat it and to drive away two Taoist priests who wanted to capture it. When demonic fire and poisonous smoke are mixed together, the fire gains momentum from the smoke, and the smoke amplifies the fire's power, which should be doubled.

It didn't need this attack to kill the monster in front of it; it just wanted to buy itself three breaths.

Three breaths are enough for it to burrow deep into the pine forest, enough for it to escape back to its cave, enough for it to hide in the deepest part of the earth for ten or eight years.

Liu Jin didn't give it three breaths. He didn't even give it one. He simply raised his left hand and waved it lightly. That wave didn't involve any internal energy, hand seals, or any trace of magic; it was just pure force pushing the air aside.

The gust of wind generated by the swing cleaved the firework dragon in two, the poisonous smoke billowed back, and the demonic fire flickered in the air for a few moments before silently extinguishing like a candle doused with water.

The weasel's eyes widened. Before it could turn around, Liu Jin was already in front of it.

It wasn't that he caught up with it; Liu Jin knew from the beginning that it would run away. So he waited in advance on its escape route.

He raised his right hand. A thin layer of blue flame enveloped his palm, which he firmly imprinted on the weasel's head.

The Samadhi Fire burns away all things, returning them to their origin. This palm strike was silent, without soaring flames or surging waves. Only a flash of blue light, and then all was silent.

The weasel's body began to disintegrate from the top of its head. It wasn't burning, it wasn't exploding, it was disintegrating. Its fur, bones, flesh, and meridians were decomposed layer by layer under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, reducing it to its most primordial Qi. Then even the Qi was burned away by the flames and turned into nothingness.

The last trace of unbelievable fear lingered in its wide, amber eyes before they too vanished into nothingness.

From beginning to end, it took less than three breaths. A weasel that had cultivated for three hundred years was reduced to nothing more than a cluster of pale yellow flames floating in the air.

......

"Wow, this looks so tempting! The icy weasel has transformed into a warm demonic fire."

"Let's have a rational discussion. Did the guy kill the weasel because it hurt him, or was he simply craving the demonic fire?"

"Hmm? I think you want to have a rational discussion with him about the Triple Reversal of Life Palm Seal."

"Haha, to be honest, I guess I do, but it's just something I can do easily."

"Just what level of cultivation does this guy have...?"

"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

"If you don't know, you're just pretending to be ignorant."

......

The Spiritual Mushroom Demonic Fire. The Samadhi True Fire burned the weasel's body and soul to ashes, leaving only this flame. This flame was not the weasel's own, but rather a manifestation of the Spiritual Mushroom it had swallowed. It was neither a product of its sins nor its karma.