Chapter 1: Give Me A Pangu!
Chapter 1: Give Me A Pangu!
“Ding, Divine Devil Dojo activated, connecting to Celestial Network…”
“Ding, host’s cultivation insufficient, connection failed.”
At the edge of the Herb Field, on the outskirts of the Dense Forest, fifty miles outside the Clear Moon Academy in the True Void Realm.
Jiang Taixuan’s eyes were blank, his mouth slightly agape, as if he had encountered something unbelievable.
“Divine Devil Dojo? Celestial Network? I must damn well still be asleep!”
He rubbed his eyes, left the Herb Field, and walked toward a small wooden hut not far away. He wanted to go back and catch up on some sleep.
“Ding, Divine Devil Dojo activated, reward one Newcomer Gift Pack. Please check, host!”
The eerie sound rang out. Jiang Taixuan’s footsteps halted, and he fell into deep thought. “This shouldn’t be. The rhythm is off. How could my golden finger arrive so late?”
“Damn it, I’m eighteen already. You know that?”
Recalling various stories from his past life, Jiang Taixuan finally squeezed out two words after a long while: “Bullcrap!”
Others get a golden finger the moment they transmigrate. What about the promised transmigration service?
I’ve been a waste in this world for eighteen years, and you show up only now? Don’t you check the clock when you clock in?
Jiang Taixuan vaguely remembered how he had bravely tried to save someone, jumped into the water, and only then remembered—he couldn’t swim. Then, he ended up in this so-called True Void Realm.
Arriving in the True Void Realm, he was an orphan. He was adopted as a child by a Mentor from the Clear Moon Academy and received this world’s higher education. Eighteen years later, he had successfully become—a generation’s waste!
Jiang Taixuan, now a waste, along with another waste, a dead-fat friend, were exiled to this primeval forest to watch over a barren Herb Field.
“That fatty will probably come over later. Let’s first see what this golden finger of mine is.”
Jiang Taixuan remembered he hadn’t checked his golden finger yet. He hurriedly tried to sense it with his mind. His higher education wasn’t for nothing.
Through mental sensing, a chaotic light sphere floated and sank in his mind, emanating a hazy aura. A lofty, utterly fancy atmosphere filled his thoughts.
Divine Devil Dojo!
This was his cheat. What exactly it did required further looking.
“Ding, Divine Devil Dojo activated. Please select a location and extract the Divine Devil Dojo as soon as possible, host.”
The moment his mind touched the chaotic light sphere, a message instantly came from it.
“A location? Extract the Divine Devil Dojo?”
Jiang Taixuan’s heart stirred. He looked toward his small hut. He lived alone here; usually only the fat guy came by. With that fat guy’s IQ, he could be easily fooled.
Thinking this, Jiang Taixuan quickly entered the hut and mentally agreed: “Extract the Divine Devil Dojo.”
The hut was simple: only a bed, a crude wardrobe, a table, and nothing else.
Hum!
As soon as he spoke, a faint energy ripple shimmered. Under Jiang Taixuan’s astonished gaze, the hut underwent earth-shattering changes.
The bed was gone, replaced by a counter.
The wardrobe was gone, replaced by an additional shelf.
The table was gone, replaced by another shelf…
Looking elsewhere, there was yet another shelf.
In the center of the room, a crystal grid Turntable appeared, but for now, it was completely blank.
All three shelves were empty. One counter, one Turntable—was this the so-called Divine Devil Dojo?
Coming back to his senses, Jiang Taixuan saw the hut door had also changed, becoming sturdier, with some words added.
“Professional planting, nurturing, renting, selling, recycling of all Gods and Demons. One-stop service (Note: planting visible only to the host, invisible to outsiders).”
“The host cannot demand any goods from the dojo’s Gods and Demons. System benefit: any product can be purchased at half price.”
“Is this messing with me?”
Planting, nurturing—those were understandable. He even had a free Herb Field here. But renting and selling? What the heck? Did he have anything to rent or sell?
And the goods for rent and sale here were actually Gods and Demons!
In his past life, Jiang Taixuan didn’t believe in Gods and Demons. Coming to this world, he believed.
Because this world revered martial prowess. Those capable of flying through the skies, moving mountains, and overturning seas were a dime a dozen. Mythical legends could list hundreds or thousands!
“Oh right, I still have a Gift Pack.”
Jiang Taixuan suddenly remembered that activating the Divine Devil Dojo came with a Gift Pack he hadn’t claimed yet.
“Ding, host’s Gift Pack has been delivered to the private warehouse. Please check with your mind, host.” The voice of the Divine Devil Dojo spoke again.
Jiang Taixuan focused his mind. A three-cubic-meter warehouse appeared. A Gift Pack, glowing with golden light, lay in the corner.
“Newcomer Gift Pack. Due to the delay, causing the host to suffer for eighteen years, reward: one pot of Low-Grade Divine Devil Nutrient Solution (can accelerate growth), one random Divine Devil Seed. Open?”
“Divine Devil Seed? Growth acceleration? Open… wait a minute. Divine Devil Seed—I want to ask, what is a Divine Devil Seed? Are there really Gods and Demons?”
Jiang Taixuan took a deep breath, wanting to open it. But he needed to ask clearly: were these Gods and Demons the ones he knew? Otherwise, if someone saw that line of words outside, he’d be killed!
In this world, Gods and Demons were not to be mentioned lightly. They were sacrosanct!
“Ding, replying to host: Gods and Demons are categorized as Low-Grade, Mid-Grade, High-Grade, Top-Grade, as well as Innate Divine Demons, and Primordial Chaos Divine Demons.”
“Divine Devil Seeds are used to grow Gods and Demons.”
“I’m just asking, like Pangu, the Three Pure Ones, Hongjun—that kind?”
Jiang Taixuan’s voice was somewhat dry, his body trembling slightly. If it were those kinds of Gods and Demons…
“Ding, replying to host: Pangu and Hongjun belong to the Primordial Chaos Divine Demons. The Three Pure Ones belong to the Innate Divine Demons.”
“Holy crap…” Jiang Taixuan was truly stunned this time. He said urgently, “Open, open the Newcomer Gift Pack! Give me a Pangu! I want to sweep through the entire Universe!”
“Ding, opening Newcomer Gift Pack…”
“Ding, host opened the Newcomer Gift Pack, obtained: Divine Devil Nutrient Solution x1, random Divine Devil… Low-Grade Divine Devil Seed: Wu Song x1.”
“Wu Song?”
This time, Jiang Taixuan wasn’t stunned. He murmured in disbelief, “I must have encountered a fake System!”
Wu Song was, at best, a master martial artist. His most awesome solo achievement was beating a tiger to death.
But were Gods and Demons for beating tigers?
In this world, if you were awesome enough, you could even slay dragons, let alone a tiger.
Looking at the vial of potion and the fist-sized, jade-green seed lying in the warehouse, Jiang Taixuan felt cheated.
“Forget it. This is it. Let’s see this so-called Divine Devil Wu Song.”
Jiang Taixuan sighed and looked at the jade-green seed. Instantly, information about the seed appeared in his mind.
Low-Grade Divine Devil Seed:
Character: Wu Song.
Title: Tiger-Slaying Hero!
Talent: Drunkenness! While drunk, combat power increases by one hundred percent.
Divine Devil Indestructible Body: Divine Martial Body.
Passive Talent: 20% suppression against tiger-type demons and monsters.
(Note: Seed intact. Can be planted in an Herb Field.)
“How about… trying it?” Jiang Taixuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.
After all, this was his golden finger. Besides, no matter how bad Wu Song was, could he be worse than him, the waste?
Although he had received higher education, in this world, he couldn’t tie up a chicken—literally. He truly couldn’t tie up a chicken.
The chickens in this world were very strong; beating two of him wouldn’t be a problem.
Wu Song could solo a tiger to death. Beating up a chicken shouldn’t be an issue, right?
“For the sake of eating chicken in the future, I’ll go for it.”
Jiang Taixuan hurriedly left the hut… no, it should be called the Divine Devil Dojo now.
Once again at the Herb Field, the field was already planted with low-grade medicinal herbs, basically leaving no space for planting.
“So many herbs. This field only produces a few qualified plants each month anyway. Might as well pull out a few.”
Jiang Taixuan didn’t hesitate at all. He directly pulled out a few herbs, then dug a hole and buried Wu Song in it.
Hum!
The moment the Wu Song seed was buried, a green light shot out from the soil. Then it grew wildly, reaching the thickness of an arm and a height of three to four meters in the blink of an eye before stopping.
“So miraculous…”
“Ding, Low-Grade Divine Devil Seed ‘Wu Song’ detected. The Divine Devil Dojo automatically scans the Herb Field. Ungraded, barren Herb Field. Time required for Wu Song to grow: thirteen thousand eight hundred years!”
“Hey! 911? I want to report a crime. There’s a fake System here!”