I Swear I’m Not a Demonic Cultivator - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Purifying the Wolf Demon
A demonic wind slammed into his face. The youth suddenly smiled…
A putrid stench, a vile concoction of blood, rot, and centuries of accumulated filth, nearly solidified as it surged into Fang Zheng’s nostrils.
In the darkness, a hulking wolf demon, as large as a calf, crouched on all fours, its throat emitting a guttural, hungry growl. Corrosive saliva dripped from its jaws onto the stone slabs, hissing and releasing wisps of acrid steam.
It had been imprisoned for far too long.
This living man before it was the only “grand feast” it had seen in three centuries.
Woof! Woof! Woof!
The wolf demon roared furiously, its hind legs digging into the ground. In a blur of green, it lunged, its blood-drenched maw gaping wide as it aimed for Fang Zheng’s neck.
Fang Zheng didn’t flinch.
He gazed into those green eyes, burned to madness by hatred and starvation, and calmly shook his head.
Poor creature, its mind clouded by malevolent spirits.
With a thought, he commanded:
“System, purify it.”
Request received.
Host’s supreme aspiration of ‘Universal Salvation’ detected.
Cultivation Technique selected: ‘Pure Heart Universal Benevolence Mantra’.
Optimization plan generating… Focus: eradicating resentment, purifying the soul, physical deliverance.
Ding! Optimization complete!
Original Cultivation Technique ‘Pure Heart Universal Benevolence Mantra’ has been replaced with the ultimate optimized version—’Resentful Spirit Salvation (Physical) Great Law’.
Cultivation Technique Explanation: This technique utilizes boundless compassion to harness the righteous laws of heaven and earth, constructing the ‘Soul Furnace.’ It forcibly extracts a target’s soul from its defiled mortal body, placing it within the furnace to incinerate all karmic debt, transforming it into the purest ‘Primordial Soul Power,’ thereby liberating it. This is an act of great Merit, a path to ultimate Liberation!
Soul extraction. Furnace incineration.
Excellent! Professional!
Fang Zheng was thoroughly pleased with this process. He raised his right hand.
No incantation seals. No spiritual light.
He simply mimicked the gestures of senior monks from Buddhist temples, palm downward, making a gentle, soothing downward motion.
From his lips began to flow the ancient, mystical incantation:
“Dust to dust, earth to earth, soul to soul…”
In his eyes, a sacred, gentle white light radiated from his palm, like the warm winter sun, poised to melt away all the world’s impurities.
But in the wolf demon’s vision…
The world was collapsing.
The human before it vanished.
In its place loomed a pitch-black demonic claw, extending from the boundless void, obscuring its entire field of vision.
The claw was colossal—so vast that the concepts of the tower’s peak, its walls, and the entire space dissolved, leaving only the outline of the palm and the slowly swirling crimson vortex at its center.
What it heard wasn’t scripture at all.
It was a vibration.
A law-shattering resonance that pulverized its demon soul, its demon core, every cell of its being!
“Awoo…?”
The wolf demon’s mid-air pounce froze mid-leap, unnaturally suspended.
Every bone in its body groaned under unbearable strain, desperate to retreat, yet its limbs were pinned in place by an invisible force, utterly immobilized.
The demonic claw never landed.
The crimson vortex in its palm erupted with an unholy, irresistible suction.
“Wang—!”
The wolf demon tried to howl in agony, but the sound choked in its throat.
It watched helplessly as a semi-transparent phantom, identical to itself, was forcibly extracted, inch by inch, from the crown of its head!
Its soul!
The soul twisted into a writhing, noodle-like strand, flailing wildly in mid-air.
But the crimson vortex, like a merciless meat grinder, clamped onto one end of the soul and began to relentlessly drag it inward, grind it to pieces, and drain it dry.
Its memories were pulverized.
Its hatred was ground to dust.
Its three centuries of cultivation were distilled into a single drop of pure energy.
In the final moment before its consciousness dissolved into nothingness, only one thought remained in its mind.
So, the Demon Sealing Pagoda wasn’t a prison after all.
It was a sanctuary—a refuge meant to protect us from being devoured by that… monster outside…
Thump.
The wolf demon’s body crashed heavily to the ground.
Its flesh withered rapidly as moisture evaporated, life force extinguished, leaving behind a lifelike, desiccated corpse.
In those green eyes, a complex expression was forever frozen: a mix of primal terror and a strange sense of relief.
Ding! Purification successful!
You have successfully burned away the karmic debt of the Three-Hundred-Year Green-Faced Wolf Demon, extracting one unit of pure Primordial Soul Power.
Congratulations, Host! You have obtained one Earthbound Spirit. It has been automatically stored in your System Backpack.
Fang Zheng gazed at the “peaceful” desiccated corpse on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.
See? With its inner demons purged, it passed on in peace.
He opened his System Backpack.
A chibi, semi-transparent miniature wolf demon was huddled in a corner, clutching its tail and shivering, its head topped with the tiny words “Earthbound Spirit.”
Fang Zheng’s heart warmed at the sight.
The System is so thoughtful, giving me a little pet for company. I won’t be lonely in the pagoda after all.
He felt that the Resentful Spirit Salvation (Physical) Great Law was practically custom-made for the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
This “Heaven Chosen Trial” seems easier than I expected.
Just as he was thinking this, the “Primordial Soul Power” purified by the System—resembling a soft-boiled egg with its shell cracked, its fragrant yolk overflowing—hung suspended in mid-air.
In the next instant, an invisible, irresistibly sweet aroma erupted from it like a shockwave.
This aroma was harmless to humans.
But for the demonic beasts that had endured centuries of starvation and resentment…
This was the most exquisite, Top Tier feast imaginable!
In the darkness, the silence shattered.
First came a series of hurried, suppressed gulps.
Then…
One drop.
Two drops.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands of eyes—glowing emerald green, crimson red, deathly white—lit up simultaneously across every level and corner of the Demon Sealing Pagoda!
Only one emotion burned in those gazes:
Pure, unadulterated, undisguised, a hunger that threatened to devour everything before them—
Greed!
Gurgle…
In one corner, a Tiger Demon, its shoulder blades pierced by iron chains, stared fixedly at the swirling mass of soul power, its throat rumbling like thunder.
Hee hee… How fragrant… Such fragrant soul power…
On the other side, a Female Ghost sealed within a stone wall, only half her head visible, stretched out her long tongue and frantically licked the air.
Fang Zheng listened to the rising commotion around him, like the frenzy before a feast, and instead of panicking, a relieved smile spread across his face.
He understood.
His earlier act of “Universal Salvation” had successfully moved them!
This was their unique way of expressing their longing for the Great Dao and welcoming him, their “Purifier”!
Don’t rush, there’s enough for everyone.
Fang Zheng’s voice was warm yet resolute, like a teacher preparing to distribute candy.
I’ll send you all to liberation together, right now.
Fang Zheng raised his head.
In the darkness, hundreds of greedy eyes blazed.
Then came the earth-shattering stampede.