Chapter Three Like a Whiff of Air! A Past Experience!

Previously, when Lin Yi saw the terrified weasel seeking a title, all traces of fear vanished, leaving only intense excitement! The "Divine Severance Sutra" his grandfather had given him truly worked!

As he was thinking this, Lin Yi sensed another change in his surroundings. This time, he did not find himself at the bathhouse, but instead arrived in a grey, misty space. Mist shrouded the area, obscuring the boundaries, but at the very center, directly facing him, stood a stone house, clearly visible.

Inside the house, silhouettes flickered. Upon closer inspection, Lin Yi, based on his limited knowledge of history, could tell that the clothing on these figures belonged to various dynasties throughout history. Some stood, some sat, some pondered deeply, others laughed heartily, and a few were maimed and scarred.

Each held a small book—"Divine Severance Sutra"!

As Lin Yi entered, these figures, holding the "Divine Severance Sutra," almost simultaneously lifted their pens and began annotating their books.

Approaching the house, Lin Yi suddenly realized that these figures, old and young, male and female, were in fact the successive owners of the "Divine Severance Sutra!"

A great master had created the "Divine Severance Sutra" with immense power. These people were its successive owners. What they wrote were the records and information of every demon, monster, and spirit documented in the Sutra.

These were the chroniclers, the revered slayers of demons of the human race!

Suddenly, all the figures ceased their actions and turned their gaze toward Lin Yi. Their eyes were deep, yet warm, their lips curved in smiles. Then, these figures dissolved into motes of light, merging into their "Divine Severance Sutra."

All the Sutras converged, finally merging into one, which settled lightly onto a stone table.

Lin Yi instinctively approached. He saw it was his own "Divine Severance Sutra," his bloodstain still vivid and crimson upon it.

The pages flipped rapidly. At last, on a yellowed corner of a page, a small weasel appeared, but the illustration was gray. Below, it seemed a line of text was forming, but the ink remained old and the characters blurry.

When Lin Yi saw the illustration, it was as if he suddenly understood how to kill the weasel!

The next moment, Lin Yi returned to reality; it was as though no time had passed. The "Divine Severance Sutra" returned as well, reentering his backpack.

At this moment, the weasel was still dancing with the eight mice, occasionally glancing at Lin Yi, its gaze greedy as ever. The dance grew ever more frenzied.

Lin Yi’s eyes shone brightly, no longer confused; he stared at the weasel, making its heart sink.

But Lin Yi spoke the next second, making the worried weasel instantly rejoice.

"You look like a—"

Lin Yi smiled, beginning his sentence. That phrase caused the weasel’s steps to falter, making its dance even uglier, like an imitation gone wrong. Without the illusion, it was not dancing at all, but stumbling like a drunk!

"Say it, say it! Am I like an immortal—"

The weasel began to laugh dreamily.

Behind it, the eight mice, dancing and beating drums to hinder An Miaoyi, were bleeding from nose and mouth, their stamina failing, yet their small eyes gleamed with hope. Hardship was ending; good days were imminent; the title would finally be conferred!

But in the next second, the weasel and the eight mice were utterly defeated!

Because Lin Yi’s next words wounded them deeply.

"You look like a... fart!"

The weasel, its attempt to gain a title failed, spat blood on the spot! Blood gushed from its mouth like an arrow, visibly weakening it.

No one present—neither the nine monsters nor An Miaoyi—could have expected Lin Yi to say such a thing!

That this weasel... looked like a fart? The idea was sheer genius!

In this ritual, whatever you are called, you become; if the ritual fails, you are injured, your cultivation destroyed, and your form altered.

The weasel began to truly resemble a fart... Its most renowned attack was, after all, passing gas... Now, its body started to turn transparent!

Because a fart is transparent!

"You ruined my cultivation! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you—"

The half-transparent weasel bared its teeth, charging at Lin Yi with incredible speed, blood still dripping from its mouth. Its speed matched An Miaoyi’s!

The eight mice, their efforts spent after the weasel’s failed ritual, began to squeal chaotically, their drumbeats fading.

An Miaoyi’s face brightened with joy and tension, seizing the moment to break through and rush toward Lin Yi.

Whether because of the failed ritual, or the weasel’s fury, or Lin Yi’s words, the weasel started to pass gas! A thick yellow smoke erupted skyward!

Lin Yi watched the weasel charge, with An Miaoyi following, pondering how to use the "Divine Severance Sutra" to capture the weasel—now was the chance.

The yellow fog spread, stinking terribly. Lin Yi held his breath, quickly placed his backpack before him, letting it drop onto the weasel’s head!

Seeing the bag about to hit its head, the weasel tried to push it away with its claws. But when the bag struck its sharp claws, they instantly burned to ash!

Then its whole body followed.

In a blink, it turned to dust!

Dead!

The ashes formed a glowing orb, drawn into the "Divine Severance Sutra" inside the bag!

On the page, the gray weasel illustration began to gain color, coming alive.

At the same time, countless images flooded Lin Yi’s mind.

Ninety years ago.

At sunset, three children aged seven or eight played by the river. In the distance, a group of weasels chased and gnawed at a pig’s head. The pig’s head was bloody and its eyes burst, yet the weasels played gleefully. Suddenly, the children’s laughter attracted one weasel... Soon, the group surrounded the three children... Gnawing, screams, blood, flesh... The pig’s head was devoured, and the weasels began to play with the children’s heads!

Three years passed; the three skulls remained in the weasels’ den.

This was but one tragedy.

This weasel deserved death!

"Sealed and recorded: a weasel with a century’s cultivation. Reward: Yellow-grade Supreme Body-Refining Pill."

"Yellow-grade Supreme Body-Refining Pill: Consumed to refine the body, detoxify, increase strength; at the Yellow stage, high chance of advancing one’s realm."

"Note: In plain terms, all resources within the 'Divine Severance Sutra'—such as pills, techniques, weapons—are matched to cultivation realms. Early stages are divided into Yellow, Profound, Earth, and Heaven grades, with Heaven the highest, Yellow the lowest. Each grade is split into Supreme, High, and Low quality. For example, a Yellow-grade Supreme pill, or Profound-grade Low realm."

A line of text appeared on the "Divine Severance Sutra."

Lin Yi was startled and then memorized these rankings.

Soon, he felt a pill appear in his right hand—the Body-Refining Pill!

A reward from the "Divine Severance Sutra"!

Lin Yi rejoiced! Not only did the Sutra help him slay demons, but it also granted rewards!

According to the information from the Sutra, these rewards were random; a pill like this was quite common. Even greater rewards could follow, such as techniques, weapons, pills, and more, depending on the demons and monsters Lin Yi slew!

Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow—so many levels!

"It really is like a system; the Sutra itself is a system. Completing demon-slaying tasks earns rewards..."

Lin Yi mused inwardly.

He gripped the pill tightly, afraid his excitement might cause him to drop it, letting An Miaoyi discover it.

"That grey space is actually a virtual realm constructed by the Sutra’s supreme energy—a mustard seed world. I can store the Sutra and the pill there... Though I’m not yet sure whether I enter physically or just through consciousness..."

With a thought, the Sutra and the pill returned to the grey world.

When the weasel died, far in the depths of the wild mountains connected to Black Mountain, something seemed to roar in anger, startling flocks of birds.

The birds darkened the sky, covering the night.

Lin Yi sensed the Sutra urging him to kill the eight mice as well.

But as the saying goes, "A tree that stands out is battered by the wind." Without certainty about An Miaoyi, Lin Yi decided to hold back and not reveal too much.

Though he was tempted by the rewards for killing the mice!

In the yellow haze, An Miaoyi hadn’t seen what happened. As the smoke cleared, she nearly fainted from the stench, and found the weasel was gone!

With the weasel dead, the eight mice lost their greatest support. Combined with the toxic fumes, their formerly upright stance collapsed, and they slumped to the ground.

Bound by their drum straps, they could not run.

Across from them, An Miaoyi’s expression softened slightly. She looked at the mice and gritted her teeth.

No one knew how she hid it, but she pulled a small dagger from behind her and swiftly stabbed it into the ground.

With a swish, the dagger sliced through a mouse, decapitating it.

This girl was ruthless—a force not to be trifled with!

Watching An Miaoyi’s ferocity, Lin Yi swallowed nervously.