Chapter 148: A Constipated Look! Officially on the Job!

Zhang Tutu let out a curse. Hearing this, Ding Junjie subconsciously said, "I think so too. Someone who should have long known how to protect himself... Oh, is that how it is... Probably..."

As soon as these words were spoken, an awkward silence fell between the two of them.

Exchanging a glance, Ding Junjie noticed that Zhang Tutu wore an expression of utmost grievance, resembling someone suffering from severe constipation.

To Ding Junjie, although Lin Yi did not display any expression of distress—which struck him as rather bizarre—it was not enough to provoke any further thoughts.

Yet Ding Junjie knew very well that Zhang Tutu, a man who never let a grudge go unavenged, must be feeling profoundly wretched inside, a sentiment plainly written across his face.

Even though Zhang Tutu had just reasoned that Lin Yi must have been privy to insider information, so what if he knew? Those tasks involving the disposal of demons and ghosts were by no means simple to accomplish; wouldn't he still have to do them?

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Lin Yi's happiness could not possibly stem from this.

Though he longed to laugh, Ding Junjie forced himself to hold it in, finding the suppression excruciating.

Watching Zhang Tutu swallow his pride, Ding Junjie silently exclaimed in his heart: Well played, Lin Yi, you good lad.

"This shouldn't be... He must be putting on an act... I swear I'm going to lock horns with Lin Yi. If I don't get to see a look of wretched defeat on his face, I'm not doing anything else. I'm just going to stare right at him!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Tutu finished speaking, picked up the cigarette he had dropped earlier, blew on it a few times, and then lit it once more.

Just as he had declared, Zhang Tutu's gaze remained locked onto the tablet, waiting for Lin Yi's expression to change.

However, within the camera's frame, Lin Yi was already on the other side of the Ominous Well. Relying on his badge and holding a set of tools used for butchering demons and ghosts, he sprinted forward, turned around, and entered the prison cell where the giant python demon was housed.

Even if Zhang Tutu wished to observe Lin Yi's facial expressions, he could no longer see them.

In the end, Zhang Tutu adjusted his viewing permissions, staring intently at whatever Lin Yi was doing inside the room.

Inside the cell, a smile graced Lin Yi's face as he looked at the python demon. Far from showing the slightest trace of fear, terror, or panic, he instead appeared thoroughly delighted.

The longer he watched, the more perplexed Zhang Tutu felt.

Then, a glint appeared in Zhang Tutu's eyes.

For within the frame, Lin Yi had already picked up the blades, setting to work on the python demon's body with a rhythmic *slash, slash, slash*.

It was evident that this must have been Lin Yi's first time butchering a demon with such meticulous care.

Regardless of the python demon's continuous roars and the heavy, black-fog-like ominous energy radiating from its entire body, Lin Yi remained utterly enthusiastic.

In the end, Lin Yi grew increasingly proficient.

Before long, Lin Yi completed his work, completely dismembering the python demon. Every single scale was neatly stacked in designated, sorted categories.

After arranging everything properly, Lin Yi began to whistle.

Simultaneously, Lin Yi closed his eyes, his entire expression radiating a sense of utter enjoyment.

"Damn it... If Lin Yi doesn't rise to power, it would defy the laws of heaven... Only someone as wonderfully bizarre and warped as him can become a powerhouse. I surrender..."

Upon witnessing Lin Yi's demeanor, Zhang Tutu cursed aloud, inhaled the remainder of his cigarette in one go, and promptly put away the tablet.

Pulling out another cigarette, he first offered one to Ding Junjie before lighting another for himself.

Wisps of smoke drifted through the room.

This time, Ding Junjie nodded without uttering a word.

To be honest, Ding Junjie had truly never witnessed anyone who could remain utterly unfazed—and even immensely enjoy themselves—after executing demons.

This fellow was even more like a butcher than an actual butcher.

No wonder Zhang Tutu had given up watching altogether; beneath his extreme depression lay a profound, heavy sense of anticipation.

Even Ding Junjie began to eagerly anticipate Lin Yi's subsequent performance.

***

In Ding Junjie's view, Lin Yi might genuinely become a rising superstar.

***

Utterly unaware that he was being monitored, Lin Yi had his eyes closed not out of enjoyment, but to receive the rewards transmitted by the *Slaying Spirit Scripture* and to continuously comprehend the memory fragments of the python demon.

"Sealed and recorded a low-level python demon, rewarded with ten days of cultivation."

It's here, it's here, it finally arrived.

The reward from the *Slaying Spirit Scripture* swiftly caused a surge of warm current to flood Lin Yi's body!

Lin Yi desperately wanted to burst out laughing. Killing a single python demon granted ten days of cultivation; wasn't this infinitely better than cultivating on his own?

Cultivating by oneself yielded one day of cultivation per day. Now, simply by slaying a demon on the first level of the Demon Prison—any entity below A-rank demons and ghosts—he could instantly gain ten days of cultivation. What more could he possibly ask for?

This was simply far more exhilarating than staying in the incomplete barrier pocket dimension.

After Lin Yi consolidated these gains, the memories belonging to the python demon re-formed within his mind.

For the current Lin Yi, when it came to absorbing the memories of these demons, he decided to switch his approach. Tasting the lives of demons and ghosts held little meaning; however, if their memories revealed the locations of hidden treasures, or connections to powerful enemies such as Lady Huang Jiu, allowing him to familiarize himself with his foes—that was of paramount importance.

Within the memories of this python demon, there indeed existed something of value.

In the cave where it was born and raised, there grew an herb known as the Nether Yin Grass.

To Lin Yi, that herb was by no means ordinary.

Given the time, Lin Yi would certainly go and harvest it.

As for the rest of its memories, they were nothing more than devouring humans, killing, cultivating, and fighting—nothing of major significance.

A delighted Lin Yi turned around, suppressing the urge to immediately slaughter another demon, and instead began to patrol the cells room by room.

Opening the second cell, he found that its occupant was actually a deer demon.

This little deer demon looked rather bizarre; instead of being bound on all four limbs, it was tied up in a standing posture.

The deer demon's hooves resembled claws, tipped with sharp, curved hooks.

Clearly, this was a mutated variant.

Upon seeing Lin Yi approach, the deer demon grunted and snorted, though what it was trying to communicate remained a mystery.

Suddenly, Lin Yi recalled that back when he was sweeping through a vast horde of demons and ghosts in the incomplete barrier pocket world, he had slain a low-level cat demon and been rewarded with the Huang-rank inferior *Beast Language Technique*, which he had yet to properly comprehend.

Lin Yi was uncertain whether the surrounding surveillance cameras could capture the footage here.

However, Lin Yi knew that as long as he channeled his energy to disrupt those cameras, no one would likely be able to see.

At that time, he could take out the *Beast Language Technique*, briefly master some of it, and listen to what these demons and ghosts were actually chattering about.

Yet, upon second thought, Lin Yi abandoned the idea. Caution was the mother of safety; better to let it be for now.

When the time came, he could practice the *Beast Language Technique* together with the Huang-rank intermediate fist technique, *Tiger Soul Fist*, which he had acquired from slaying an incomplete tiger demon.

One room, two rooms... until he stood before a rat spirit, and Lin Yi knew he could fleece the system for wool once again.

This rat spirit appeared exceptionally massive in size, resembling a small piglet.

Its teeth were extremely hard, and its fur possessed a purplish-black sheen.

Those claws no longer looked like mere bone blades; they had transformed into metallic edges, gleaming with a cold, steel-like luster.

Whether it sensed that its doom was imminent, the rat spirit struggled frantically.

According to the tasks assigned for today, the rat spirit's pelt needed to be perfectly skinned.

Its flesh was required to serve as food for other demons and ghosts, and had to be cut into large chunks weighing around ten pounds each, complete with skin and bones.

The most crucial part of this rat spirit was its teeth, which had to be pulled out one by one without sustaining the slightest bit of damage.

While the rat spirit thrashed and struggled, doing this was indeed somewhat hazardous.

However, for someone like Lin Yi, it was truly no big deal.

When Lin Yi directly swung his hand and thrust it right into the rat spirit's mouth, the creature was utterly dumbfounded.

Did such a reckless fool actually exist? Sticking a hand directly into its maw—was he asking to be bitten?

Without a second thought, the rat spirit clamped down with a fierce *snap*.

Yet, almost instantly, it felt as though its infallible sharp teeth had bitten into an incomparably hard stone, sending a jarring, aching sensation through its jaw.

Taking advantage of its momentary daze, Lin Yi swept his hand swiftly.

*Thud, thud, thud...*

Just like that, all of the rat spirit's teeth were gone.

Lin Yi had killed similar rat spirits in the incomplete pocket world, so he knew that when a rat spirit was stunned, it presented the prime opportunity to extract its teeth.

Otherwise, as it thrashed about and snapped its jaws open and shut, one couldn't simply blast its mouth open with a punch; doing so would easily ruin the teeth.

Therefore, relying on the sheer toughness of his palms to pull the teeth out directly was far more efficient.

The rat spirit was utterly bewildered: How could someone understand it better than it understood itself?

Was this fellow a veteran hand?

Yet how had it never seen him before, and why did this person look so young? To call him a veteran would imply he had started disposing of demons and ghosts right from his mother's womb!

Amidst its utter bewilderment, the rat spirit met its end!

***

Soon enough, the tasks for the first level of the Demon Prison were thoroughly completed.

At the Ominous Well, Lin Yi gathered all the completed tasks—the pelts and flesh of the demons and ghosts, the boxes containing collected ominous energy, and so forth—and tossed them all directly into the Ominous Well.

Having finished all of this, Lin Yi, brimming with excitement and anticipation, advanced toward the second level of the Demon Prison.

The entrance to the second level of the Demon Prison was not located at the Ominous Well.

Instead, it was situated right at the main entrance area.

Only by running all the way back to the main entrance could Lin Yi gain access to the second level of the Demon Prison.

Fortunately, a broad, straight path stretched through here, and by following the directional arrows, one could easily navigate the way; otherwise, Lin Yi would undoubtedly have gotten lost.

Lin Yi had already acquired several more rewards.

However, the vast majority of these rewards consisted of cultivation, with only a tiny fraction being medicinal pills; the best reward among them was merely a Body Tempering Pill.

Yet this was still only the first level of the Demon Prison; the entities he was about to slay next would all be A-rank demons and ghosts. Presumably, the rewards would be even more bountiful.

Brimming with anticipation, Lin Yi left the first level of the Demon Prison and arrived at the second level.

Upon stepping inside, Lin Yi immediately discovered that his target for slaughter this time was a turtle demon.

That turtle demon was located in Room 99 of the Bing-character sector.

"The sector I've been assigned to has quite a few turtle demons, a full two of them."