Yu Xiang stood humbly at the entrance of the tent, bowing deeply, and spoke at length.
"Let him in."
"Okay~" Bean Sprout stepped aside from the defensive formation to let Yu Xiang in.
As they passed each other, she disdainfully handed the bag back to Yuuki, saying, "Keep it short, don't tire Hoshino out! Here, give this to him, hmph, it's not even enough to fill a tooth gap."
Yu Xiang remained expressionless, bowing his head and meekly accepting the gift, but a hint of joy flickered in his eyes.
He quickened his pace and stepped into the defensive formation at the entrance of the camp.
The camp was extremely luxurious.
High beds and soft pillows, tables and cabinets, and here you'll also find the most precious spiritual spring in the entire abyss volcano.
This is the bottom of the abyss volcano.
It would take ordinary cultivators half a month to fight with demonic beasts to reach this place, let alone set up camp in such a harsh environment.
The Star Gate spent a month and a half working on this, losing most of its disciples, and now the few remaining are dying of thirst.
And what about Hoshino?
He was actually wearing a gray robe and had his long hair loose, painting ink paintings with a spring at the table.
The woman in the painting is incredibly lifelike, with every smile and frown vividly portrayed. Ink wash painting requires a lot of water to achieve the perfect balance of light and dark to bring out the three-dimensionality and liveliness of her features.
He was washing his brushes vigorously in the brush-washing vat, completely ignoring the precious spiritual spring water that was gradually flowing out of it.
Yu Xiang clenched his fists, his eyes red with envy.
He didn't think Hoshino was wasting water at all.
He's jealous!
Why is it that only Hoshino can enjoy such preferential treatment, just because of that ethereal divine bloodline?
Cultivators all begin with Qi Refining before becoming the unattainable great immortals. Why can't such power fall upon him?!
Yu Xiang's lofty ambitions were ignited.
Hoshino is sick; even his robes have turned from black to gray, a sign that he doesn't have enough demonic energy!
He had timed it perfectly, having just absorbed the essence of two cultivators and successfully deceived Bean Sprout, and the frail Hoshino was now within reach.
He feigned humility, bowed to him, and with small, quick steps, handed him the array that held little demonic energy: "Demon Lord, there are not many cultivators left outside, and the demonic beasts are becoming increasingly ferocious. Time is of the essence, and this was the only thing I could find."
Hoshino put down his pen and took over the pen.
The moment his fingers touched Zhenzi, Zhenzi turned into a transparent bead, and the demonic energy was drawn from Zhenzi, swirling around him and staining his clothes.
But the demonic energy was still insufficient, and the clothes remained gray, showing little improvement.
Yu Xiang feigned anxiety: "What... what should we do?"
Hoshino casually tossed the transparent bead aside. A hint of amusement and mockery flashed in Black Pearl's eyes. He continued drawing, pursed his lips, and softly asked, "What do you suggest we do?"
Yu Xiang lowered his head, but revealed a sinister smile: "This subordinate is willing to offer himself as a sacrifice to the Demon Lord!"
Hoshino said casually, "Okay, give me your hand."
Yu Xiang stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and greed was written all over his face.
Come on, eat it! Hurry up and eat it all.
The moment the demonic energy connects, he will launch a full-scale counterattack and devour Hoshino's essence!
A light touch with fingertips.
Yu Xiang's demonic energy spread out like silk, enveloping Hoshino entirely. His primordial spirit transformed from his spiritual platform into a wisp of black mist that opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Hoshino.
Hoshino held the brush in his hand and gently touched Yu Xiang's primordial spirit.
In an instant, the stage inside the tent, where the charade of a wolf in sheep's clothing was staged, crumbled.
Yu Xiang fell heavily to the ground, his face flushed with fear, and he trembled like a leaf. He knelt down abruptly and said in a trembling voice, "Demon Lord, spare my life! I didn't mean to! I'm just not skilled enough and couldn't control myself! I've been starving for too long."
Hoshino scoffed, dipped a little ink in the inkstone, and asked mockingly, "What, are you wondering why I'm still better than you?"
Yu Xiang dared not answer.
The ink on the table turned into black mist, floating up in wisps. Hoshino walked towards him, and the demonic energy drifted back to his side, staining his clothes black.
The fiery energy of the volcano followed, staining the area with a touch of red.
Yu Xiang lay on the ground, his body ice-cold. He was usually so eloquent, but now he was too terrified to utter a single word.
It turns out that the pigments used in these ink paintings were all Hoshino's demonic energy.
Hoshino is not sick at all.
From the very beginning, this was a trap to lure the enemy into a snare!
No, he probably doesn't care about me at all!
Hoshino crouched down beside Yuuki, a mocking and flippant smile on his face, his tone arrogant: "You haven't grasped it enough. I am indeed the God of Bedrock, but what do you think my origin is?"
The origin of the water god is water, and the origin of the fire god is fire.
What about Hoshino?
"It's bedrock!" Yu Xiang pleaded in a trembling voice, "Demon Lord, God, you must still need subordinates. I will definitely repent and never dare to have evil thoughts again!"
Hoshino raised his hand, and a ball of earth spirit energy appeared in his palm.
"Killing all the cultivators in the Immortal Realm was not my will, but Sister Rongrong's will, and I was just carrying it out on her behalf."
The wind carried the raging fire elemental energy from the bottom of the abyss volcano, gradually turning this mass of earth elemental energy into black smoke.
Hoshino said slowly, "My origin is all the dust in this world."
No wonder he doesn't need anyone to offer sacrifices.
It turns out that this abyssal volcano is itself a bowl that will always be full of food. And this demonic energy was actually formed by the fusion of his own essence and fire elemental energy...
Even after his entire body had turned into demonic energy, Yu Xiang was still pondering this matter.
Perhaps from the very beginning, the Demon Lord never needed subordinates.
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