Chapter 9

"Master Leipu! Master! Please, stop here! Spare my [member]!"

Spare his [member]?

Qi Xing glanced at the professor and asked indifferently, "Did you ever spare those tourists in the shallow layers? Did you spare those hundreds of [members] you severed?"

The professor was speechless.

"Did you ever show mercy to those women you hypnotized and toyed with?"

Qi Xing asked again.

This time, no answer was needed; a look of absolute despair had already appeared on the professor's face.

It was over.

He was truly finished.

"Very well. I will first sever your root of power, then see whether the [Exorcism Association] wants to execute you by firing squad or by fire."

A flash of thunderous blade light surged from Qi Xing's palm, sweeping across the sky, devouring the heavens and earth. Powerful electric true qi pierced the void; this time, it would truly sever the professor's [member].

What other options did he have?

Did he have any hidden cards to regain his erection and rise again?

Perhaps he really did have one.

Perhaps he had no other choice.

"Ahhhhh!"

Letting out a final, frantic howl, Professor Van Stra pulled a sharp blade from behind him and lunged at the thunder blade Qi Xing had swung down from the sky.

What he held in his hand was…

The head of the spear of longinus.

012: Fighting to the Death Just for a Member

A flash of thunderous blade light surged from Qi Xing's palm, sweeping across the sky with the momentum to devour the heavens and earth. The electric true qi pierced the void, cutting through everything.

This was one of the three ultimate techniques he had created for his [Thunder Combat Arts]. Drawing from the Taoist "Thunder General Proclamation," Qi Xing named this move [Thunder-Fire Evil-Slashing God Blade]. It was full of domineering aura, capable of destroying heaven and earth in an instant!

However, the World Exorcism Association found the name too long and awkward to remember when registering it. Besides, the foreigners didn't even know how to pronounce the character [欻]. So, they lopped off the beginning and end, registering the spell's name as [Thunder-Fire Sword].

Although Qi Xing discovered this a month later and quickly had the [Exorcism Association] change the registration details, the catchy name [Thunder-Fire Sword] had already spread during that month. Once something is passed by word of mouth in the dark world, even a Great Golden Immortal descending to the mortal realm couldn't take it back.

At this moment, for Professor Van Stra, this great thunderous sword crashing down from the sky was the [Thunder-Fire Sword], with no other name—a terrifying killing move that he had absolutely no possibility of resisting.

"Ahhhhh!"

But he still let out a final howl, raising the head of the spear of longinus and lunging at the thunder light crashing down from the sky.

Such a crazy act was like streaking naked on the battlefield of Stalingrad, or a police officer trying to stop a tornado from running a red light—it was completely suicidal!

What was the point of doing this and being torn to shreds? Was it just simple, reckless bravery? Could one just throw their life away meaninglessly to protect their member? Fighting to the death just for a penis seemed too strange.

But surely someone would say, this was not just for a single [member]. It was for the right of future generations to survive in this world!

And so, Professor Van Stra rushed up, using the short spear head in his hand to block the [Thunder-Fire Sword]. Normally, this would be like raising an iron rod to provoke heavenly thunder; he would only be struck into charcoal and then shredded by the true qi.

But the moment Qi Xing's true qi touched the head of the holy spear, he immediately realized something was wrong. His thunderous true qi could not shake that small spear head, which was no larger than a palm, even in the slightest. It was as if a torrent was washing over an indestructible pillar of refined gold driven into the ground.

This spear head emitted nothing, absorbed nothing; it simply existed, as if it didn't care about anything else in the world. The electric torrent of the [Thunder-Fire Sword] slammed into it, but instead, it was split in two.

What happens if you use a sword to slash a bullet? In reality, it would only cause the bullet to be split in two by the blade, with each half continuing to fly forward. The current scene was the same. Only here, the bullet was replaced by thunder light, and the sword by the spear head.

The scattered thunder slammed into the professor and the giant snake together, exploding! Exploding!

"Eeyahhhh!"

Electric light surged, thunder shook all around, and the pervert screamed. Perhaps because the power was dispersed, the professor and his [member] were both struck, not dying immediately, and both were twisting frantically in the thunder. Even with Qi Xing's decade of experience, looking at this scene, he couldn't help but feel a speechless sense of [What on earth am I doing].

Fortunately, he had many variations in his moves.

Changing the [Thunder-Fire Sword] that was spreading, Qi Xing raised his right hand, and the electric light changed direction at his thought, piercing deep into the giant [member]'s massive body. The thunderous blade pierced through the giant snake, taking the momentum to drive its entire body deep into the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The giant [member] whose body had been pierced twitched violently. Every twitch caused more blood to [pupu] bubble out and be burned dry by the electric light. Soon, its engorged body became smaller and smaller. Finally, after only a few seconds, Osiris's great snake had withered into a wrinkled, ugly little lump, motionless.

"Wuaaaahhhh!"

Professor Van Stra, whose whole body was also seven-tenths roasted by the electricity, ignored his severe injuries and lunged over, hugging his shriveled, little lump of a snake-member, crying his heart out.

Yet that thing lay limp in the professor's arms, lifting its head softly one last time, as if wanting to say to its father—[I'm sorry, Dad, this is all my fault].

Was it all because of this root of trouble? Was it all its fault that Professor Van Stra became addicted to hypnosis, using evil power to satisfy his own lust, unable to extricate himself—is that so?

If that were really the case, why was the professor still holding his member now, crying out so miserably?

"You only know how to cry now? This pain is exactly what you have been forcing onto others."

The root of power was severed; Anubis and the stone figures all dissipated. Qi Xing took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed toward the professor, his Yin-Yang electromagnetic true qi erupting, intending to seize and suppress the professor.

"Tasting the same suffering is your duty. Karma, it's your turn."

Just as this trouble-making hypnotist uncle was about to be completely seized by Qi Xing—the situation suddenly changed. The giant snake, which had clearly had its blood burned dry and should have been unable to rise again, suddenly vibrated violently. Swish! It sprang up, opened its eyes, coiled around the professor, and instantly burrowed into the ground, which was like mashed meat, disappearing without a trace.

Qi Xing immediately slammed his Thunder Fist into the ground, but even he needed time to recover his breath after unleashing an ultimate move. The giant snake burrowed into the ground like a dragon entering water, traveling a thousand miles in an instant; how could he catch up?

"The male root is a dragon-snake; it withers when it loses blood and erects when engorged. Just as a snake hibernates in winter and revives in spring, it possesses an undying power. It's just like a plant; its vitality cannot be underestimated."

The nun and the Magical Girl hurried over. Elaine knew these dark, secret pieces of knowledge best and saw through the principle at a glance,

"He has already fled to the deepest layer of this [Inner Realm]—he has fled back into the [Heart Chamber]."

[Heart Chamber], the final layer that every [Inner Realm] has, the deepest level. Only within the [Heart Chamber] is every creator at their most powerful, yet also at their most vulnerable. Because the [Heart Chamber] is entirely constructed from the creator's own inner consciousness.

Resentment, regret, unwillingness, shame, boiling desire… Only by using these most naked intentions as material can the core of the [Inner Realm] be formed. When the creator themselves fights in such a space, it's not just about suffering physical damage; their spirit is also brutally tortured by the enemy.

Once the [Heart Chamber] is destroyed, not only will the [Inner Realm] collapse, but the creator's Dao heart will also collapse. They might not necessarily die, but they will certainly be reduced to a useless person. The destruction of one's personality and soul is absolutely a hundred times more terrifying than physical destruction.

"His root of power has already been severed by me. Although he isn't dead yet, having been hit by my [Thunder-Fire Sword], his vitality is cut off; he won't live much longer."

Qi Xing frowned,

"Let's wait a moment. Will he die in the [Heart Chamber] on his own, causing the entire [Inner Realm] to collapse along with him?"

The deeper the [Inner Realm], the more it reveals the creator's inner world. He really didn't want to enter a deeper, more perverted inner world.

Unfortunately, Elaine shook her head: "Unlikely. The professor's own magic power is too weak. I don't think he is using his own power to maintain the [Inner Realm]. It must be relying on the holy spear, just like how he relied on the holy spear to block your last move, the [Thunder-Fire Sword]."

That made sense. However, Elaine was indeed wrong this time. Because Qi Xing reached out and pointed to the ground, signaling: "But look, he has already dropped the holy spear."

Back when the professor was hugging the giant snake and crying, the head of the spear of longinus in his hand had actually already been dropped on the ground.

Now it was Elaine's turn to be bewildered: "Eh? Then why hasn't this [Inner Realm] collapsed yet?"

The holy spear had left Professor Van Stra's hand, and he himself had fled back to the [Heart Chamber]; this was like pulling the battery out, so why was the [Inner Realm] still operating? This didn't make sense!

On the other side, Magical Girl Artemina couldn't understand the complicated things the adults were discussing.

She looked around for a while, wanting to find the body of the Singaporean Magical Girl Wen Lan—after all, that was exactly why she had come—but she couldn't find even a single finger, or even a scrap of remains.

"Strange."

She had originally hoped to at least recover some of Magical Girl Wen Lan's belongings to bring back to Wen Lan's family.

How could she not even find a single strand of hair?

Rummaging around like this soon caught the attention of Qi Xing and Elaine: "What's wrong?"

Magical Girl Wen Lan's body is gone.

"Is it possible that it got caught in the lightning and the aftermath during the battle just now and was destroyed?"

But even if that were the case, there should still be some traces left.

Elaine finally realized something at this moment: "I remember the professor seemed to have stuffed something into the chest of Wen Lan's body."

That thing was clearly not the tip of the spear of longinus, because the tip of the spear was still here.

The spear tip was clearly not the core energy source maintaining the [Inner Realm], because the spear tip was already here.

"Oh no."

Elaine suddenly realized, "We took it for granted! The Holy Spear is not the core of this [Inner Realm] at all, nor is it the source of the professor's immense power—could it be that he has other artifacts in his possession?"

Qi Xing recalled what Samael had said earlier, looking thoughtful: "I'm actually not surprised."

That Demon King had said before that the professor—[does not have such strong magic power at all. But one day he picked up my power fragments, and then used them to hypnotize people everywhere, indulge in harems, hold orgies, make money, and gain power].

At that time, Qi Xing was actually a bit puzzled; what did the spear of longinus have to do with the Demon King Samael?

Sure enough, Professor Vanstra always had another artifact as a source of power in his hands: the Demon King's power fragments!

Thinking of this, Qi Xing looked around for a while, wanting to find where Samael was hiding—however, the Demon King is worthy of being the Demon King.

He looked around, but couldn't find her.

Qi Xing had no interest in the Demon King's power fragments, but he had promised Samael that he would help her find the bottom level, and he had to keep his word.

The professor had also escaped into the [Heart Chamber], so not pursuing him was clearly not an option.

"Can I go down with you too?" Artemina raised her hand and asked at this moment, looking worried, "It is inevitable that we Magical Girls will sacrifice ourselves when fighting against darkness, and everyone is more or less mentally prepared for that. But not even being able to leave a trace behind, only to collapse and disappear along with the [Inner Realm]… that is just too much."

If he had heard Magical Girls say something like this usually, Qi Xing would probably reply: "I'll go down and find her for you."

But this time, remembering the help the Magical Girls had just provided, Qi Xing could only say: "You and Elaine follow behind, and be careful."

Artemina immediately nodded excitedly, her dog ears wagging happily on her head.

That expression was just like a pet dog hearing it was going out to play… ahem, no… just like a newbie who had just started playing an online game, hearing that a big shot could take you to fight a BOSS today, and this big shot also happened to be your idol!

"Although the male root is a symbol of [Royal Power] in ancient Egypt and is the source of Osiris's power. But the myth of Osiris is precisely that after having his root bitten off, he was resurrected and became the King of the Underworld."

Qi Xing had to emphasize and warn her, "I just chopped off the professor's root and thought he was done for, but I didn't expect him to have other trump cards. He might enter a second phase in the [Heart Chamber], so if you are careless, be careful of him turning the tables."

Artemina immediately nodded obediently, just like a well-behaved and honest hunting dog… I hope she is really that obedient.

"Actually, there is no need to worry so much." Elaine added, "I suspect that he might not be the Osiris in this [Inner Realm] narrative anymore."

"You mean, I really stole his role in this myth?" Qi Xing was truly surprised, "I was just spouting nonsense to scare him a moment ago!"

Qi Xing liked to use words to put pressure on his enemies during battle.

Don't underestimate this technique.

Although he had no way to understand his enemies, enemies who were viciously scolded would indeed often reveal openings and perform poorly.

This was a dark trash-talking technique different from that of hot-blooded protagonists; it was a vicious power of psychological attack.

"I don't want to play a god who was murdered by his brother, dismembered, and whose dick was bitten off by a crocodile!"

"Mr. Qi, clearly, you haven't realized a most basic fact." The nun sighed helplessly and explained, "Why did the ancient Egyptians worship Osiris? Just because of his dick?"

"Uh, obviously because of his resurrection." Qi Xing scratched his head, recalling the mythological knowledge Samael had just transmitted to him, "Because Osiris was once murdered and then resurrected, he could enjoy his second life in the Underworld. So the ancient Egyptians also hoped that they could be [resurrected] in the Underworld after death and obtain a second life in the afterlife. That's why they worshipped Osiris."

"Correct. And based on this myth, you also know that in the beliefs of the ancient Egyptians, Osiris would judge the souls of the dead in the Underworld and weigh their hearts."

Elaine said calmly, "Souls with grave sins would be thrown by him to be devoured by monsters, obtaining eternal true death; only souls with light sins could go to the Field of Reeds and obtain a second happy life. The ancient Egyptians worshipped Osiris because he was not only a symbol of rebirth and resurrection, but also, after his resurrection, became the judge who judged sins—just as you just knocked the sinful professor to the ground and announced his crimes."

"Professor Vanstra now, perhaps still plays the Osiris who had his █ bitten off and lost his power."

"But now in this [Inner Realm], clearly only you are playing the King of the Underworld who, after resurrection, became the judge of sins."

In mythology, the same character in two different stages can, of course, also be said to be two different roles, played by two different actors.

"Mr. Qi, I don't know where you learned this half-baked mythological knowledge. But gods are not just yellow jokes to play with. Since ancient times, the reason why people pray to gods is almost always to seek justice and salvation. Because justice and salvation are always insufficient in the human world, because every one of us lives in a world full of suffering… please do not forget this."

Ugh, lectured by the nun again.

Although Qi Xing really wanted to retort [this world itself is a yellow joke].

But he still sensibly held it in and nodded obediently.

Since Elaine said so, it was unlikely that the professor would turn into a second-phase Underworld King Osiris and fight another battle.

He, Qi Xing, was now the King of the Underworld.

However, if that was the case, why did Qi Xing still have a vague, ominous premonition?

Could it be that there was some other enemy he had overlooked, who might still continue to block his way next?

013: Poor Unfortunate Soul

The deepest layer of the [Inner Realm], the [Heart Chamber].

It was said to be the so-called deepest part of the [Inner Realm], the deepest part of the creator's heart and the origin, but there was actually not much here; it was a desolate, dry desert, just like the professor's barren heart.

A stretch of white sand, as if wiped across by a paintbrush.

For some reason, only a small river flowed through the desert.

The dick-snake wrapped around Professor Vanstra, emerged from the river, used its last bit of strength to spit him back onto the shore, and finally stopped moving.

When the professor came back to his senses, the snake had already ugly withered into a ball, no longer moving at all, with only the scent of blood scattering around.

"Ah… ah…"

Should he continue to cry?

But the professor just stared blankly at his limp, dead snake; perhaps even his tears, like the desert, had dried up.

His life was not tied to his dick from the beginning… that sounds a bit strange, after all, every man is born tied to his dick… but most men clearly wouldn't think that satisfying their own tool was the entire meaning of life.

Professor Derrick Vanstra wasn't like this originally.

When did it start?

When did things reach such an irreparable point?

Was it five days ago when he boarded this cruise ship?

Was it last month when he hypnotized and abducted more than forty people in Singapore?

Or was it two months ago, when he finally lost control at the university and shot his poor student Karina?

Apparently, it was even earlier.