Chapter Six: Lady Huang Ninth

“Ah, ah, ah... no... don’t come any closer... help... help…”
At the end of the video, the terror-stricken screams of the person filming rang out clearly.
It was the voice of a young woman.
How unfortunate, her life snuffed out so early.
With a loud crash, the phone fell to the ground, and a torrent of blood gushed forth, accompanied by her desperate shrieks.
“Damn, this is terrifying! Is this special effects or a movie? It looks a bit fake, doesn’t it?”
“I agree, especially at the end. That blood looks too much like tomato sauce. Real blood isn’t that color—it’s so fake!”
“Wait… I just remembered. Isn’t this about zombies? No wonder the title says something about Master Nine coming to the rescue, fighting monsters and killing zombies. That’s his profession, right? So this must be a new zombie movie?”
“It’s pretty well done. The red mist appeared in the sky just as they were filming, and they captured it. Not bad, they really know how to ride the trends!”
…
When Lin Yi tried to look at the comments below, the post had already been deleted—the video was gone.
Even when Lin Yi searched the entire forum app for any news related to zombies, he found nothing; even the encyclopedia wouldn’t load anymore.
Speechless, Lin Yi refreshed the page, only to discover a new, wildly popular post had appeared.
One glance at it, and Lin Yi felt his soul fly out of his body, cold sweat breaking on his back!
Most importantly… Lin Yi’s mouth went dry, a surge of blood rushing up. All the supernatural tales, zombies, adolescent fantasies—everything faded in comparison. Lin Yi felt he was being fatally tempted.
The post was actually about a live-stream of a couple’s activities in the “You and Me Inn.”
Earlier, when Lin Yi went upstairs, he’d already heard those kinds of sounds, and now there was a live-stream? What kind of live-stream could it be if not that kind?
Lin Yi wasn’t someone who enjoyed watching such things!
He wasn’t interested!
But Lin Yi decided that, though he wouldn’t watch such trashy content, he had to denounce those who broadcast it.
He was staying right in the “You and Me Inn,” and now such a live-stream was appearing online, on the forum no less, with so much traffic—likely tens of thousands of viewers. This was unacceptable!
For the sake of social justice, for the sake of positive energy!
Lin Yi would absolutely condemn it harshly!
He had to post a barrage of comments, warning and reprimanding these people!
However, Lin Yi reminded himself not to forget his purpose for coming here. He needed to take the Body-Tempering Pill first.
It had a high chance of raising his minor rank.
Now, with the red mist changing everything, strength was paramount!
Lin Yi focused, and in the blink of an eye, he wasn’t sure if it was his true self or just his consciousness, but he arrived at the gray, hazy space of the “God-Slaying Scripture.”
Familiar with the process, Lin Yi walked toward the stone house.
As he entered, suddenly a “snap” rang out, and the candle was lit, brightening the entire stone chamber.
Only now did Lin Yi notice that, beside the “God-Slaying Scripture” on the stone table, the previously extinguished oil lamp had been ignited.

Rather than an oil lamp, it was more like a candlestick.
Atop the bronze candlestick, an unknown fatty substance enveloped the wick, which burned without flame, emitting a soft white glow and a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Then, the “God-Slaying Scripture” began to flip its pages on its own.
“Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap.”
Lin Yi looked closely and saw that, besides the vivid drawing of the little yellow weasel, there were some small words above it, appearing as he gazed at them.
“Lady Huang Nine, the weasel who attained immortality; thirteen hundred and four years of cultivation; killed and consumed thirteen thousand seven hundred sixty-six. Expert in illusions, poisons, and duplication. Guilty of countless crimes, a scourge upon the land—must be slain!”
As these words appeared, an image flashed above.
It depicted a three-headed yellow weasel, each face brimming with cunning.
Its size in the image seemed not much bigger than the little weasel, but as Lin Yi looked closer, it felt as if its true form could fill an entire house, the small page barely able to contain it.
Lin Yi was stunned, unsure why the “God-Slaying Scripture” suddenly displayed information about Lady Huang Nine.
When he encountered the weasel seeking a title, it claimed to be the grandson of Lady Huang Nine.
Even the goddess-level An Miaoyi had mentioned that Lady Huang Nine was extremely wild.
“So Lady Huang Nine is the great monster, the true weasel spirit. But why is her image appearing in the ‘God-Slaying Scripture’? I killed the title-seeking weasel and its image appeared, but I haven’t met Lady Huang Nine yet. Does it mean I’m directly connected to her, or is she nearby and the ‘God-Slaying Scripture’ has sensed it?”
Peeling back the layers, Lin Yi’s mind flashed with understanding.
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Just like when the weasel sought a title, only when monsters and spirits were nearby did the “God-Slaying Scripture” react.
Last time, it was just a gray image with no text, only information transmitted to him about the weasel.
No matter, forget the small words for now… The key thing is, doesn’t this mean… Lady Huang Nine is nearby?
Lady Huang Nine—killer of tens of thousands!
Lin Yi’s scalp tingled!
His heart trembled with fear!
Startled, Lin Yi wasted no time, grabbing the Body-Tempering Pill at his side and swallowing it whole.
The pill was jet black, but its medicinal aroma was strong.
Upon swallowing, Lin Yi’s mouth filled with a pleasant taste!
He regretted buying skewers earlier—he could have just eaten the pill, which tasted just fine!
Once the pill was ingested, Lin Yi felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his body, an unbearable itch.
Unable to resist, Lin Yi cursed aloud, “Damn, is this a poison pill?!”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!”
At that moment, thunder rolled, and countless colorful lights burst from the “God-Slaying Scripture.”
The gray haze of the surrounding space seemed to be illuminated!
Soon, the itching vanished, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation!
Lin Yi gasped for air, like a drowning man grabbing at straw, finally surfacing.
As he gulped air, before he could think further, Lin Yi realized he was exuding a foul stench.

The odor was only slightly less offensive than a weasel’s fart, but so strong it nearly made him retch.
Looking closely, Lin Yi saw his body was covered in a layer of black sludge.
Recalling the pill’s effects—body cleansing and detoxification—he realized its efficacy was no exaggeration.
Lin Yi knew the pill had expelled toxins from his body.
The smell was unbearable.
He rushed to the bathroom for a shower, scrubbing for a long while until he was finally clean.
His clothes, soaked and stinking, made him shake his head and smile wryly.
He washed them, donned them wet.
Standing by the bed, Lin Yi noticed that the indecently titled live-stream seemed to have ended!
Was it banned?
Fortunately, the replay was still available!
Without hesitation, for the sake of condemnation and admonishment, Lin Yi downloaded the replay!
Room 205 was where the live-stream took place.
Lin Yi was in 207.
Just one room apart.
While waiting for the download, Lin Yi swung his arms experimentally.
He wanted to know if the Body-Tempering Pill had brought any changes.
As he moved, there was a sudden “rip”—his wet clothes tore open at the seam.
Could it be… superhuman strength?
How much force would it take to tear wet clothes?
Lin Yi clearly felt his strength had increased!
Looking at the tear, the biceps on his arm bulged like small hills with just a little effort.
Lifting his shirt for a closer look, Lin Yi found his muscles were now well-defined all over.
Previously, Lin Yi had appeared quite frail, the picture of a sickly young gentleman.
His grandfather had always said that those with deep fortune often suffered physical weakness.
Now, outwardly, Lin Yi still looked slim, but his whole body radiated explosive power.
He felt that, with a single punch, he could kill an ox.
“I’ll have to find a martial arts school to test my strength. The university offers meditation and martial arts classes—I used to think they were nonsense, but now it seems they’re genuinely useful.”
“The nation’s regulations state that those who reach a certain level of strength can earn the title of martial artist, and those with advanced mental prowess can be called spiritual masters. Looks like I could qualify for both. That would be dual cultivation of mind and body, and university courses would not only earn extra credits, but also cash subsidies. No reason not to take advantage of those.”
Originally, Lin Yi planned to keep a low profile in these troubled times—discretion was king, especially after the incident with the goddess An Miaoyi, which taught him that those who stand out risk getting shot, and never flaunt your wealth.