Before the Demon Lord spoke, Du Heng had time to shovel a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. He had to be full on his way to the underworld! Du Heng felt miserable. Was it easy for him? Did he have a terrible nightmare? In his dream, he fought with a chicken and cooked a meal, but he woke up before the food even reached his mouth?
If only it was a dream. Du Heng knew clearly that it was not a dream. Everything that happened was too real for him to refute. Just like now, as he was eating rice, he could feel the plump rice grains bursting at the tip of his teeth.
Needless to say, eating can make people relax. After chewing for a few times, Du Heng found that the rice here was better than any other rice he had eaten before. The soft, sticky and fragrant rice mixed with the freshness, fragrance and tenderness of the Brahma Chicken made him eat one mouthful after another and he simply couldn't stop.
Yan Buhui noticed something was wrong as soon as he arrived at the cave. First, his beloved pet General Brahma did not come out to greet him. Second, the cave was filled with the smell of food. If this was not the prison of the Demon Realm, Yan Buhui would have thought he had walked into a restaurant.
Yan Buhui frowned after taking a look with his spiritual sense: "Where is my General Brahma?" Yun Zhonghe hesitated: "It..." Du Heng burped at an inopportune time: "...It smells so good."
Du Heng himself didn't know why he knelt on the ground. Yan Buhui's face was as gloomy as ink. Yan Buhui looked at the bare chicken in the wooden basin, and then looked at the plate of Kung Pao Chicken on the stove that had only been touched by a few chopsticks. Yan Buhui's voice was as cold as ice: "Is this my General Brahma?"
Du Heng raised his head and looked at Yan Buhui. He nodded guiltily. He had no right to speak in front of the pet owner.
Yan Buhui's expression changed, and his fists were clenched tightly, and his joints made a crackling sound. Du Heng couldn't help but tighten his neck when he heard the sound. He felt like a little quail. If the Brahma Chicken wanted to peck him, he would fight back. But he not only fought back but also ate the chicken. Du Heng felt guilty.
Yan Buhui snorted coldly and asked Yun Zhonghe: "Why is he still alive? Didn't I ask you to kill him and use his flesh and blood as medicine?"
Yun Zhonghe was extremely straightforward and frank: "I can't bear to do it." After all, they were from the same school, and Du Heng had served him for several years. Even if he had no merit, he had worked hard. It was a life after all, and Yun Zhonghe couldn't bear to do it.
Yan Buhui raised his palm, and Du Heng felt a strong wind blowing in his face. The world was spinning, and his body was slammed heavily into the cave behind him. With a dull thud, Du Heng felt like he was smashed against the wall like a small melon. His internal organs hurt violently, and his eyes went dark, and he almost passed out.
Yan Buhui said in a cold voice: "Now that he is dead, he can be used as medicine. If I had known he was so hateful, I should not have listened to you medical practitioners to protect him when he swallowed the Fantasy Sky Pearl. I should have taken his life at that time!" Yun Zhonghe looked calmly at Du Heng who was lying on the ground, with pity in his eyes.
Yan Buhui said, "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you quickly refine the Out-of-Body Pill? Don't learn from your inner sect brothers who are always making excuses. I have limited patience." When Yun Zhonghe heard Yan Buhui talking about his fellow disciples, his voice trembled a little, and he didn't even notice it. "What have you done to my fellow disciples?"
Yan Buhui said: "The medical practitioners in Yaowang Valley all have unique skills, but they are too delicate. I have gathered all the materials for refining the out-of-body pill, but they all make excuses..." Yan Buhui glanced at Yun Zhonghe sinisterly, and Yun Zhonghe saw the bloodthirstiness in his eyes and the bloodstains on his cuffs.
Yan Buhui said: "I know that it is difficult to refine the Out-of-Body Pill. I will give you time and a chance." Yun Zhonghe's body trembled slightly: "The most taboo thing when refining the pill is distraction. The Demon Lord is guarding here, and I have no intention of refining the pill." Yan Buhui chuckled: "This statement is the same as your senior brothers."
Yan Buhui stood up and took two steps towards Yun Zhonghe, his eyes glowing red. "You have been in our Demon Realm for so long, but Medicine King Valley has not responded. You should know what your sect's attitude is towards you. If you know what's best for you, refine the Out-of-Body Pill and I will let you go. If you don't, I will send you off now. Your attendant just left, so you still have a companion on the road to the underworld."
Just as Yun Zhonghe was about to say something, he heard a rustling sound from behind, followed by a suppressed cough. He and Yan Buhui looked in shock at where Du Heng fell. In his astonished eyes, Du Heng sat up!
Du Heng opened his mouth and began to vomit. He vomited out all the food he had just eaten. After he had vomited out all the food, he covered his chest and said bitterly: "I haven't eaten enough yet, and I'm vomiting again..."
Yun Zhonghe pushed Yan Buhui away and almost flew to Du Heng. He held Du Heng's pulse and Du Heng felt that Yun Zhonghe's hand was slightly cold and trembling. Yun Zhonghe couldn't believe it: "How is it possible? You are just a Qi cultivator, how can you resist the attack of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage? How is it possible?"
But the pulse under his skin was beating steadily. Du Heng was still alive! Yun Zhonghe finally smiled. He whispered, "Fools have good fortune. Maybe the Magical Sky Pearl protected you. It's good that you're still alive..." Yan Buhui's voice came, "Oh? Not necessarily?"
Yun Zhonghe's face changed when he heard this, and he stood in front of Du Heng and said, "My Lord Demon, why do you have to kill us all? People who practice cultivation should accept opportunities as they come. The Fantasy Sky Pearl ran into Du Heng's body on its own, and Du Heng didn't fight for it. Do you have to kill us all?" Yan Buhui took a step forward with amazing momentum. Du Heng felt as if a hundred kilograms of rice were pressing on him, and he couldn't breathe.
Yan Buhui sneered: "You are protecting him. You spoke for him before and now you are still thinking about protecting him. People who don't know the truth will think that you two are doing something shameful." Yan Buhui's eyes swept across Yun Zhonghe and Du Heng's faces for a few times. Suddenly, a light flashed in his hand, and a dagger fell straight in front of Du Heng and the others and stuck into the ground.
Du Heng asked Yun Zhonghe quietly: "What does he mean? Does he want us to kill him?" Yun Zhonghe said: "You think too much..."
Yan Buhui sneered, "Since the Illusionary Sky Pearl protects this fool, and I have never killed him, it proves that he is not destined to die. So, I will give you two a choice. Only one of you can walk out of this cave. Do you see this dagger? Only one of you can survive."
Du Heng was completely confused: "Is he crazy? Didn't he want you to help him refine the elixir? Now he wants to watch the two of us kill each other?" Yun Zhonghe said: "The Demon Lord is inherently violent, sensitive and suspicious. He has kidnapped so many of our brothers, he doesn't need me to refine the elixir for him."
Du Heng stared at the dagger on the ground for a while and came to a conclusion: "Well... the Demon Lord is sick." Yun Zhonghe agreed with Du Heng's words very much, but the Demon Lord Yan Buhui was much stronger than the two of them. A madman was already difficult to deal with, and a madman with super strong combat power was even more terrifying.
Yan Buhui stood beside the simple stove in a happy mood. He leaned against the stove in a domineering posture. Ignoring the rice and chicken on the stove, he looked better than a model on the catwalk. He crossed his arms and smiled, "Let's see if your fellow disciples' friendship can overcome reality. Don't worry, I'll give you one hour. If you don't make a move by the time the time comes, I'll randomly pick one of you to send you off."
Yan Buhui added, "Oh, this dagger is called Soul-breaking. Even if one of you is protected by the Illusionary Sky Pearl and the other is a true disciple of Medicine King Valley, you can't withstand it piercing your heart. Yun Zhonghe, your cultivation is much higher than Du Heng's. For the sake of fairness, I will limit your cultivation now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual light appeared in Yan Buhui's hand, and the spiritual light fell on Yun Zhonghe. Yun Zhonghe's breath quickly became heavy. Yun Zhonghe's face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Du Heng supported him: "Are you okay? You look very ugly." Yun Zhonghe said: "My cultivation has been suppressed. Now my cultivation is about the same as yours."
Du Heng asked weakly, "Are you... going to kill me?" Yun Zhonghe said with difficulty, "Medicine King Valley prohibits fellow disciples from killing each other. I will not take the initiative to kill you."
Yan Buhui laughed out loud: "I just like this kind of scenery, you guys continue."
Du Heng raised his hand and said, "Um... can you promise me one thing first?" Yun Zhonghe frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the dagger on the ground. He saw Du Heng killing and cooking the chicken just now, and he could assert that if Du Heng fought with him at full strength, he might be killed like the Brahma Chicken.
Yan Buhui raised his eyebrows and said happily: "You say."
Du Heng said, "Can I have a meal? I'm so hungry." Yan Buhui's expression suddenly froze. He turned his head and looked at the stove next to him: "You're still thinking about eating at this time? You're really an ant!"
Yun Zhonghe was also helpless: "It's already this time, don't worry about food." I am the fish on the chopping board, and I have never seen a fish on the chopping board crying for food.
Du Heng was very depressed: "But I'm really hungry. I vomited out everything I ate just now." His tone was full of grievance. He was a foodie. He felt that food should be digested well to be worthy of the effort put into making the ingredients. People who waste food should be struck by lightning!
Yan Buhui looked at the spiritual rice with disdain. His eyes fell on the Kung Pao Chicken. He stretched out two fingers and pinched a peanut: "Can this be eaten by humans?" Du Heng said: "It's delicious. You will know once you try it."
Yan Buhui casually threw the peanuts into his mouth: "Make your choice carefully. You are almost dead, and you still have so many demands. Don't you feel guilty?"
Du Heng: ...If you waste food, you will be struck by lightning, you know nothing!
Just as Du Heng was about to finish, a thunderclap was heard outside the cave. The thunderclap was so loud that it seemed to explode above Du Heng's head! Du Heng held his head and shouted, "Look! The God of Food is angry!"
Yun Zhonghe slapped Du Heng on the head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! The Demon Lord is about to break through! He is going to pass the tribulation!"
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