Chương 51: Inheritor of the Literary Star Lord

The crayfish was simply too delicious. He could not resist. It was too hard to hold back. His heart itched. Hahaha. What should he do? Who could tell him what to do! Shh... Keep your voice down. Let us quietly pull out its digestive tract. Do not let it know. Hehehe...... Do you see it? That is its digestive tract, a bloated, slender intestine packed with black mud, carrying the foul fragrance of nature. Hahaha. Nature is truly amazing. To create such a wondrous creature as the crayfish!

Look at this resilient crayfish. Even after removing its intestine and crushing it into mud, it did not die. Instead, it reached out its powerful claws and pinched my hand. It hurts! Why? Why do you resist! You forced me to do this. Hahaha. I really cannot bear it. I am so kind. Even breaking off your two big claws is done with such tenderness. Like peeling a roasted sweet potato, stripping off the skin to reveal the tender red flesh, then taking a gentle bite... Hmm? Where did it go?

Do not leave, my beloved delicacy. Do not abandon me. Look at this resilient crayfish. Its will to live is so strong. Even after I crushed its intestine and mangled its claws, it still launched itself backward through the ditch, using its powerful abdomen to propel itself away, bouncing farther and farther from my sight. Too bad. You cannot escape my grasp. Hahaha. Come back, my darling. Return to my embrace. Clatter, clatter... creak, creak... crash, crash...

(The capture of the King of the Ditch)"Fang Cheng, let us talk this over."

"Young Fang, I am an elder of the Hall of Eternal Life, the Prefect of the Great Sheng court, the commander of Dark Night. You cannot do this. It is against the rules."

"Demon Lord, no, Heavenly Lord! I am just a minor player. Everything I did was forced. Spare me! I will be your ox, your horse, your servant, your dog!"

"No! No! Do not do this! I am not a crayfish... hiss, hiss... My son, your father goes first. Remember, in your next life, do not be a crayfish... hiss, hiss..." Hahaha. Now, let us continue. Peel off the blushing red shell to reveal the tender white meat inside, then take a gentle bite. Mmm... (crunching sound) Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Mmm... Mmm... Delicious. Truly delicious. Nothing less than crayfish tail sashimi.

This wonderful feeling is enough to make one ascend to the heavens, to let the soul fly. Of course, I must remind you all: do not imitate my raw eating method. I have a strong stomach that can digest the tiny worms in the meat that can only be seen under a microscope. You do not. Alright. Back to the point. Delicious as the crayfish is, there is too little meat. It is not enough to fill me. So... Bastard, no, my dear son, no, no, Brother Li. Raise your claws like a gentleman and duel with me! Brother Li...

hiss, hiss... the loser must become the victor's meal. How about it? Alright... hiss, hiss... the duel begins... hahaha... take my lobster claw! He came. Fang Cheng came crawling like a crayfish, laughing. His eyes gleamed green. His mouth opened wide. No, that was not right. A crayfish's mouth was not that big. He had to pucker it up into a cherry-sized mouth. Li Shuyan had long since frozen in place, his face full of shock and terror.

What he had just witnessed was too much to process, even for his prodigious mind. This cultivator named Fang Cheng... no, no, he was not a cultivator. Then who could tell him, what he was? An immortal? A buddha? A spirit beast? A demon? No, no, no. If he was a demon, then what am I? No, no... wait. He seemed to have missed a very crucial detail.

"My father is dead!"

"Hahaha. Congratulations. Congratulations. Truly satisfying. Brother Fang, no, no, I will call you Brother Cheng. You killed my father. You are now my brother. Hahaha..." Li Shuyan laughed uproariously, waving his arms and dancing with joy. Li Jinghong, his dearest father, was finally dead. Hahaha. Wonderful. He was happy. There was no one like him in this world.

"Brother Cheng, I cannot repay your great kindness. Come on, eat me. However you like. Fried, steamed, raw with seasoning. Oh, Brother Cheng, what flavor do you prefer? Spicy or sweet and sour?" Li Shuyan walked up to Fang Cheng, took his clawed hand, and asked with eager familiarity.

"Uh..." Fang Cheng was stunned. What flavor did he want? That was a difficult question. He liked spicy and sweet, but not sour. So...

"Do you have sweet and spicy?"

"If sweet and spicy means sugar and chili, I think we can manage that." Li Shuyan drew a short blade, cut a large chunk of meat from his own arm, sprinkled it with sugar and chili powder, and held it out to Fang Cheng.

"Brother Cheng, try it. If it is not good, I can add other seasonings." Fang Cheng stared at the fresh meat. His saliva was already pooling. But suddenly, the meat emitted a blinding golden light. Too bright. It blinded his crayfish eyes. Take it away! I am going blind! BUZZ!!! A silent roar came from within Fang Cheng. From his Dao Field. In that void, a statue opened its eyes. Crack, crack, crack. The stone shell of the statue flaked away, revealing the form of a kindly old man.

The Heavenly Authority Literary Star Lord of the Seven Primordial Combat Star Gods. The Star Lord stepped out, ascending to the nine heavens and manifesting as a colossal divine statue. The statue wore a jade flat crown, a purple cloud brocade robe, a double-fish jade belt, and white cloud boots. It held a horsetail whisk in one hand, its other hand clasped behind its back. Black demonic energy radiated from its entire body. The statue lowered its head and looked at the tiny figure of Li Shuyan on the ground.

It nodded in satisfaction and spoke a single word.

"Virtue." With that, the statue descended slowly from the nine heavens, appearing above Xiangshi City, before Li Shuyan. The surviving citizens of the city who saw the divine statue all prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, shouting, "We pay homage to the Literary Star Lord!" Qin Hao saw it too. But he also saw the demonic energy rising from the statue, black and solid, rolling like waves that covered the sky of Xiangshi City. He could not help but feel fear, trembling, and shivering. Oh no.

So there was a Heavenly Demon hiding in the city. Brother Fang, where are you? Can you save me? As he prayed inwardly, he prostrated himself like Squad Leader Zhang, burying his head as deep as he could. But the statue seemed to exert a strange pull on him. He could not help but sneak a peek. The kindly old face of the statue had changed. It was now a young man, his lips curled in a smile as handsome as Brother Fang's. Wait. Was that not Brother Fang? No, no. He must be mistaken. Oh no.

He was being corrupted by the demon. Calm down. Calm down. Qin Hao closed his eyes and focused all his willpower on not looking at the statue. He was blind. He could not see anything.