Qi Refining Period: I Gnawed the Demon Ancestor

Li Xuan was squatting in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave gnawing on a dry pancake when Zhou Xuan, an inner disciple of Qingyun Sect, kicked him in the chest, calling him trash and saying that his lover had worn out her knees begging for mercy. Li Xuan didn't fight back. The next day, during the sect tournament, everyone waited to see him die. He stepped onto the stage and threw an ordinary punch. Zhou Xuan's sword shattered, the bones in his arm exploded into fragments, his knees bent backward, and he hung among the rubble, vomiting blood. No one in the audience saw how he struck. Only an elder on the viewing platform recognized the slowly evaporating black water on the arena as demonic energy from three hundred feet beneath the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, which no one had been able to mobilize for three centuries. Li Xuan crouched beside Zhou Xuan and whispered, 'In three days, all your bones will turn to white powder, and I'll dump you into a cesspit.' No one dared to stop him as he left the mountain gate. Tucked behind his waist was a warm bone—the last segment of Pangu's right middle finger. Three hundred years had passed. Everyone had been searching for it. No one believed it was in the hands of a Qi refining waste.