"Dragon horns?!"

Upon seeing what was above Jia Xitong's head, the old man known as the Demon Elder walked over.

He examined her dragon horns with his rough fingers, and his eyelids, which had been drooping, opened at that moment.

"A small beast, yet it possesses dragon horns, a symbol of the dragon race. Very well, keep a close watch on it. Once the Demon Child awakens his magic, grind the dragon horns into powder and give them to him; it will surely greatly enhance his power!"

Then, the raccoon who originally wanted to be a spy was captured by a more powerful demonic cultivator and used as a tonic!

Her little cloth bag that concealed her secrets, the talisman inside the bag, and all the magical treasures inside the talisman were all gone!

Having transmigrated here, this was the first time she had fallen into such a predicament. The true system, which had been observing without ever intervening, reminded her:

[Hello, mission taker. This system would like to kindly remind you: You will die when your soul encounters damage that it cannot withstand!]

"Don't be so pessimistic when looking at things."

After listening to what it had to say, Jia Xitong comforted it.

Besides, she does have some things.

Jia Xitong and the other demonic cultivators shifted their gaze elsewhere, and she slowly loosened her curled-up claws.

It's not like there's nothing at all.

She had secretly slipped the shrunken Wuxiang Pen under her toes, and those stupid demonic cultivators hadn't noticed.

The Formless Brush is not only a powerful tool for fighting against demonic cultivators, but also a production tool.

"System, can I borrow some things from you on credit?"

【What? 】

"Paper and ink to convey musical notes."

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong quickly replied, "I'll borrow it for a few days and return it to you."

[...]

The real system did not respond.

After a second of silence, it suddenly spoke: "[Tasker, the supporting character sitting in the corner is watching you.]"

The sudden notification from the real system made her look up.

He looked up and met the gaze of the man called "Old Demon." His eyes were cold, yet carried a subtle sense of oppression, giving the impression that he could see right through one.

He beckoned to a young demonic cultivator, "Go and examine it again, look at its claws and the ground."

Holy crap!

That's incredibly perceptive.

The raccoon was picked up completely, and the demonic cultivator first checked the ground, then began to examine its little paws.

Fortunately, she was clever and had secretly transferred the Formless Brush into her fluffy, frizzy fur. The demonic cultivator, of course, didn't notice anything!

There was an element of luck involved in the first checkup.

The second inspection relied entirely on their abilities.

However, the other side is being far too sensitive.

In her mind, Jia Xitong secretly called out to the real system, "Dear system, my good partner, I need you very much right now."

"We've been through so many winters and summers together, growing hand in hand. Are you really not even willing to lend me a little bit of talisman paper and ink?"

[...]

It's a good partner when you need it, helping you through the cold winter; when you don't need it, it's just a transparent object, not even as well-known as Omniscience.

"My amazing system, what are you waiting for?"

Even if I give it to you, you won't be able to use it.

It's impossible for her to draw it on the spot.

"That's true. Then lend me one of the communication talismans. I'll return ten to you when I get out."

[...]

In the end, the real system was lent to the fake one.

Jia Xitong clenched the communication talisman she had just borrowed, stuffed it into her fur, and squatted in the cage, observing the people around her.

The way the people are positioned is actually quite significant.

They appeared scattered, but actually formed a barrier on the opposite side, while Jia Xitong was thrown to the position furthest away from that direction...

So the Son of Nirvana is there?

Upstairs or downstairs.

Jia Xitong's little brain was working quickly, and at the same time she secretly glanced at the old demon who was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. The old man had been sitting in the same spot the whole time, not even taking a dump.

Perhaps noticing the raccoon's gaze, the Demon Elder glanced at her.

Then he summoned the female demon cultivator and took a cage.

That's absolutely outrageous.

She's just a raccoon, yet this big shot keeps her in a cage. He's being far too cautious.

Just as Jia Xitong was complaining, a person suddenly crawled up from underground. He looked somewhat flustered. "Elder Demon, the Demon Child is very resistant to awakening. The ritual is going to fail."

What?

Jia Xitong and the others stared wide-eyed, never expecting to hear the good news that their awakening had failed.

"It's normal for the Demon Prince to have difficulty accepting his identity after living in the martial arts world for hundreds of years."

The Demon Elder remained calm. “Wei Jia, Wei Yi, Wei Bing, and Wei Ding, come with me to protect the Dharma. The other two will stay here and guard the place.”

The demon elder who had been motionless finally left.

This is an opportunity!

The little raccoon stretched out its tiny paw and secretly touched the talisman tucked into its fur, quietly waiting for an opportunity...

In a small country in the north

Shang Yanting, who was searching for the whereabouts of the Child of Annihilation through clues, received a telepathic message from Xitong.

"Dear host, where are you?"

"To the north, there is a place called Twilight Rain Kingdom."

He assumed she missed him, so he said, "I am currently searching for the Child of Annihilation, and it will probably be a few more days before I return."

"But... the Child of Annihilation is with me."

Jia Xitong glanced at the empty surroundings. The remaining two demonic cultivators had also gone down to help, so she dared to seize the opportunity to inform them.

"You captured the Child of Annihilation?"

Shang Yanting's voice came from the other end, a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Um... let's talk about the possibility that I've been arrested?"

"You've been arrested?"

The voice on the other end suddenly dropped in pitch, "Where?"

"There is a small place called Puling City between Huanglong College, Puxi College, and Lingnan College."

I am inside the King's Palace, and so is the Son of Annihilation. There is an old man, the Proud Demon Elder, trying to awaken the demonic power within the Son of Annihilation.

The little raccoon, clutching the talisman, rattled off everything he knew.

"Okay, I understand."

Shang Yanting had already gathered his men and was rushing towards the direction she had indicated.

But the distance is too far.

Even with the water-cloud boat, it will still take some time.

Are you in danger?

"I'm fine. It's just that old man called Demon Elder said that the Son of Annihilation has awakened and wants to use my horn to make soup."

That old demon is quite powerful.

"..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the communication talisman, followed by a message: "Try to stall those few demonic cultivators as much as possible."

"Yes, don't worry."

The raccoon nodded. "Leave this to me."

Even dragon horns are being boiled into soup, and yet people still feel at ease...

Shang Yanting ordered the martial arts practitioners beside him to head towards Puling City as quickly as possible.

Of course, Xi Tong wasn't idle either. She continued to contact her senior brothers, Hu Changxiu, Li Tuo, and Niu Chuanchuan, urging all the helpers who had just left to come back.

She accidentally hit Uncle Karl...

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