The eternal flames of the Chiyuan and the undying heavenly demons, under the self-proclaimed Demon King, the real leader of the True Nature Sect, devoured the three great heavenly demons of "greed, anger, and ignorance".

But his insatiable greed led him to devour half of Luo Cuicui, causing indigestion.

'Jiu Xun' felt as if every inch of his meridians were about to burst, and the three heavenly demons that had been dormant inside him seemed to have been awakened by the scent of the Vermilion Bird, restlessly stirring.

Among them, the one from the Witch Clan seemed to sense something through the earth's veins, and was showing signs of losing control.

There was static in the Echo Sound.

Xuan Ji: "What is it?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Listen."

Amidst the echoes of anger and humiliation, there was a confused noise, repeatedly muttering about the bloodline of the witch race. It was the obsession of the young chief of Dongchuan, who never forgot it even in death, and did not change even when he fell into demonic possession.

Xuan Ji was surprised, "The Witch Clan still has descendants?"

"Yes," Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "My sister-in-law is a descendant of the Witch Clan. She has protected many scattered members of the clan, all of whom I personally placed... The Witch Clan is very similar to the human race, and after interbreeding, it is almost impossible to tell the difference between them and humans - the little chubby girl under your command is one of them."

"You mean... the little chubby girl from our team?"

The Witch Clan village in Dongchuan was built on the mountainside, with almost no flat land.

To visit a neighbor, one had to climb several hills back and forth. Their dietary habits were also vegetarian - there was no place in the clan to raise livestock on a large scale, and the only meat they could eat besides free-range chickens was seafood - high protein and low fat, so the witches were generally slim.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh and curse, "That little dwarf Aluojin always makes fun of the stupidity and coarseness of the demon and human races, while his own witch race is known for being 'refined' and 'elegant'. Bah, refined and elegant my foot! Clearly, they eat bran and swallow vegetables every day, and they're all so thin and pale. If they have the ability, they should immigrate and live here for a couple of days, eating pork belly every day. Let's see if they're still refined and elegant. As for that glutton Aluojin, I think 250 pounds would be a bargain for him!"

Sheng Lingyuan's hand was stuck to the Heaven and Earth Cauldron by the blood flowing out of it, but his expression softened.

Aluojin knew about the Heavenly Demon Sword and was always curious about it. He often said that he wanted to live a good 180 years and "strive to one day play with the Sword Spirit Tong".

In fact, the young clan leader was completely delusional, as Tong was already annoyed with him and had no desire to play with him. These two were about the same age and had similar levels of maturity, especially when it came to being "unsuccessful".

At that time, the Sword Spirit already considered himself a man and had become stubborn. He didn't want to call him 'Brother Lingyuan' anymore but also didn't want this title to be taken by Aluojin without his knowledge.

The Sword Spirit didn't want it for himself, but he also refused to give it to anyone else.

He was so angry about it that he held a grudge against Aluojin for many years.

When Aluojin was young, he was talkative and often chattered endlessly in Sheng Lingyuan's ear. At that time, he especially liked to talk big.

Sheng Lingyuan listened more than he spoke, but whenever he did speak, there was always a hint of amusement in his voice. Aluojin thought he was a master of wit and had no idea that there was an invisible sword spirit arguing with him.

For every sentence he said, the sword spirit would come up with a response in Sheng Lingyuan's mind. Their voices, one inside and one outside, sounded like two little chicks that hadn't fully grown yet, chirping and chirping, both melancholic and relieving.

Xuan Ji landed and regained his human form.

He shouted loudly towards the Echi Sound coming from the bronze cauldron, "Hey, Aluojin, you little dwarf, what are you still doing in the Shadow person's belly as excrement? Why don't you come out and cause chaos in the heavens? You wanted to see me, right? Let me tell you, I stole your dried pear! Your descendants are now my followers, and they have to listen to everything I say. With just one word from me, she has to offer all the snacks in her pocket. Isn't that satisfying to hear?"

As he laughed, his eyebrows and corners of his mouth seemed to be weighed down by a thousand-pound weight - despite his efforts to lift them up, they helplessly drooped down...

The day when the human race could eat their fill came too late. Aluojin didn't live to see his middle-aged and overweight self, nor did he grow to be 250 pounds for Xuan Ji to mock.

They only met once, one had already passed away, and the other had not yet found their past life. They didn't have a chance to catch up before they passed each other by.

But oh, how fateful yet unfortunate it was.

Ping Qianru felt as if the voice in her ear was that of a long-dead earthbound spirit from legend. She forgot everything and was trapped in a certain place from her past, wandering aimlessly while listening to the voice that made her nose tingle.

She instinctively followed the sound and saw the ground covered in spots of blood from her wounds.

Where the blood droplets fell, the wild vines crazily retreated for no apparent reason, and a delicate little grass suddenly sprouted from the ground.

The small grass grew long, thin tendrils that softly wrapped around her ankle.

Ping Qianru was not a spiritual-type ability user, but she felt a strange emotion surging from the small grass.

It was a feeling she couldn't quite describe... It was like when she dreamed of hearing the cries of street vendors in her childhood alley, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself young again, with her deceased loved ones fanning her beside her.

Or perhaps it was like returning home after many years, only to find everything changed, and feeling lost until she suddenly recognized the big locust tree she used to climb as a child.

She didn't understand who the voice belonged to or where it came from, but she instinctively trusted it.

It wasn't until then that Ping Qianru realized her face was a little cold, and she had been crying without even realizing it.

The voice speaking in a foreign language became clearer after a moment, and whispered something in her ear.

Ping Qianru suddenly lifted her head from her blurry vision and shouted to her colleague who was trying to rescue her, "I might be able to connect the Echo Sound now! Quickly bring the Echo Sound machine over!"

The bulky Echo Sound equipment was quickly pushed over, and the converter was aimed at the grass that was entangled around Ping Qianru's ankle. The little grass seemed to know what she wanted and quickly grew taller, becoming a lush bundle that gently climbed up the converter's connector and wrapped around it.

On the radio, the host asked Dr. Wang, "Can you tell us where the special ability comes from?"

"It's innate, but it's not considered a race because most people's parents and relatives are ordinary people. We don't know where we come from, and we can't refuse this innate 'gift'. Throughout history, the birth rate of those with special abilities has varied. In some periods, they were almost extinct, while in others, there was a significant increase in their birth rate. However, when the birth rate of those with special abilities increases, it is often accompanied by major natural disasters and man-made calamities. Therefore, we are always seen as ominous people," said Dr. Wang.

"Throughout history, those who are different from others have never had a good ending. Special abilities themselves can cause suspicion and greed. Therefore, most people with special abilities are cautious and hide in the crowd, afraid to show their differences. They either stick together in groups just to survive, or risk being caught and burned as monsters."

Chief Huang took over the conversation: "There are also bad people with special abilities, those who do evil and those who want to use special abilities for unfair competition. Only by controlling those troublemakers with special abilities and not letting them drag all special ability users down can we live in peace. In recent decades, the birth rate of special abilities has started to rise again, so we have established an official organization to regulate ourselves. The special abilities management regulations have been uploaded to the official website that opened today, and everyone can freely browse them.

"Since the establishment of the Bureau of Paranormal Control less than a hundred years ago, we have updated the regulations five times. The latest version was revised four years ago and is stricter than the previous versions. Special ability users who conceal their identity and participate in international and domestic sports competitions will be punished. Those who take the college entrance examination must declare it, and be taken to a special examination place for monitoring, else they will be seen as cheating."

"When dealing with abnormal energy events, field personnel must ensure that no harm comes to ordinary citizens. If there are any casualties, unless it is due to uncontrollable circumstances, there will be no acceptance. If the number of casualties exceeds fifteen, regardless of whether it is due to uncontrollable circumstances, the relevant responsible personnel will face serious consequences...

"There are countless comrades who have lost their lives due to these severe restrictions, tying up their hands and feet, and I cannot give you an accurate number - there are too many to count. However, no one complains because it is necessary. The mithril bullet was developed by the first director of the Research Institute, and it took a full ten years to develop the first generation of weapons that could perfectly avoid non-special ability users, allowing our field agents to fight without being shackled."

"On the day it was successfully developed, the young researcher who ran to inform the field security department was crying as she ran, causing others to think the experiment had failed. Because mithril was our way out - our lifeline. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are in a public place, there is no need to panic. Mithril bullets only target those with abilities and will automatically avoid ordinary people. As long as we don't cause a stampede, no one will be hurt... It's just that we never expected mithril, this 'way out', to become a knife pointed at ourselves."