Lu Ming: ...
There are so many things to complain about Pei Yan's words that I don't know where to start.
However, now is not the time to think about these things.
At this critical moment concerning his life, Lu Ming didn't care about anything else and just shouted desperately: "Brother Pei, help me!"
Just as he finished speaking, the flying-winged black dragon's tail lashed out.
Lu Ming tried his best to dodge, but his spiritual power and physical strength were badly depleted, and he was powerless.
Watching the tail flashing with cold light and getting bigger and bigger in his retina, Lu Ming felt his soul trembling - my life is over!
"Retreat!"
At this critical moment, Lu Ming vaguely heard these three light words.
Then, the scaly tail was frozen, and then the whole black dragon seemed to be hit by a huge force and flew out sideways.
This, he was knocked away just like that?
That, that is a ninth level monster!
Converted into the cultivation level of human cultivators, he is an ancestor in the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Lu Ming escaped death, and his brain's reaction seemed to be a beat slower.
He was suspended in the air in a daze, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.
He glanced at the direction where the flying-winged black dragon was blown away, and then looked at Pei Yan who was standing not far away holding the orange tabby cat, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Pei Yan defeated a level nine monster with just three words of magic?
"Brother Pei, how high is your cultivation?"
Lu Ming was probably so shocked that he foolishly asked such a question.
After asking, Lu Ming felt a little annoyed: "What am I asking? Pei Yan was able to blow away a ninth-level demon. Even if his cultivation level hasn't reached the Spiritualization Stage, it can't be just a simple Foundation Establishment Stage."
But, how is this possible?
Lu Ming is an Nth generation immortal and knows some secrets that ordinary cultivators don’t know.
For example, since the end of the great war between immortals and demons more than two thousand years ago, there are only a few scattered powerful beings in the God Transformation Stage left in the Western Continent.
Even these ancestors couldn't possibly knock a ninth-level monster away with just one blow!
Who exactly is this Pei Yan?
Is he really just a casual cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?
"Brother Lu, my cultivation level isn't high, but the technique I practice is quite powerful. Sometimes I can challenge opponents of higher levels!"
Pei Yan did not answer Lu Ming's question directly, but made an excuse without much sincerity.
"Can I challenge a higher level player?"
Lu Ming was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. To some extent, he could be considered a sword cultivator.
The sword cultivator is a well-known cultivation maniac in the world of immortal cultivation, and is also one of the few madmen who can challenge opponents of higher levels.
However, the cross-level challenge that Lu Ming was familiar with was from a sword cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, who could try his best to barely fight against a cultivator at the early Golden Core Stage.
Pei Yan’s “feat” just now was definitely not a challenge beyond his level!
However, people who practice cultivation all have their own secrets. He and Pei Yan were just casual acquaintances, not even close friends, so he most taboos talking about deep things with a stranger.
Let others say it for the time being, and Lu Ming will believe it for the time being.
Even if you don't believe it, you can't just say it out loud, and you can't ask too many questions.
"Thank you, Brother Lu. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died in the snake's belly."
"Don't worry, my cat has already helped me pick the thousand-year-old jasmine flowers. Once the elixir is refined, I'll give you half!"
Finally out of danger (at least his life was not in danger for the time being), Lu Ming was in the mood to discuss other things.
He said sincerely, "Logically, since Brother Pei saved me, I should give you all the Ten Thousand Years Jade Root Flowers! But, to form the Golden Core this time, I really need—"
"You mean this?"
Before Lu Ming could finish his words, Pei Yan flipped his left hand and a green spiritual herb emerged from his palm.
"Ten thousand year old pecan flower? How is that possible?"
Lu Ming's pupils trembled.
The scorching gaze almost burned through the spiritual herb in Lu Ming's hand.
Is this true or false?
According to legend, there is only one thousand-year-old jasper flower in the Blood Mist Demon Forest.
And just now, my white cat has been helped into my hands.
Lu Ming quickly raised his hand. While running for his life, he did not forget to grab his cat.
So, he held all the white cats in his hands.
"Ouch!" What!
Although the cat was grabbed by the neck, it did not feel too uncomfortable.
But, Yoyo’s soul is human, not cat.
Being carried like this, she, the great lady Meow, has no dignity left.
Lu Ming didn't bother to explain to the white cat. His eyes fell directly on one of the white cat's paws.
The white cat paws are clean and furry, and look very cute.
The little paws were grabbing and pinching hard, and there was still dirt on the roots of the jacaranda.
So, it was not an illusion, but he really got a thousand-year-old jacaranda with the help of the white cat.
But what about the plant in Pei Yan's hand?
"Brother Lu, what's wrong? Isn't this the thousand-year-old jacaranda?"
"……yes!"
"I told you, my cat is the smartest, how could he be wrong!"
Lu Ming:...What do you mean?
Was this jacaranda of yours also obtained by your cat?
Why can't I believe it?
Lu Ming had not forgotten Pei Yan's unconditional doting on the orange cat demon.
Tsk, a guy who is so blinded by lust that he can even do something like "putting the wrong hat on someone else's head" just to flatter his cat demon.
He was the one who got the spiritual herb, but he put all the credit on his cat demon!
Of course, Lu Mingming couldn't be blamed. In his opinion, a small demon beast of level one or two, of ordinary species and low cultivation, without any innate skills from its bloodline, was basically a dish to be eaten by the "survival of the fittest".
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