Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Blooming
Chapter 106
"Chase!" The man and the macaque were a little weaker, and it was obvious that they had consumed more than half of their strength in the previous battle.
In front of him, Mr. Huang, who seemed to be crazy and possessed by a demon, was surrounded by a yellow wind. Half of his head was drooping on his neck, and his eyeballs were turning backwards strangely. After careful investigation, he found that the two people chasing him were indeed exhausted but trying hard to hide the fact that they were safe. His turbid eyes suddenly lit up, full of cunning brilliance.
Especially when he discovered that the fairy tail wrapped around the little girl's waist had unknowingly lost a small part, he finally couldn't contain his joy. The yellow wind filled with the bloody stench swirled around and he began to laugh abnormally:
"Hehehe, I smell it! Mr. Lin's daughter, you don't know, do you? In fact, I, the master, didn't know this before—these demons and goblins may look powerful and majestic, but in fact, they are no match for humans, let alone Qi cultivators! No matter how advanced these lowly beasts are in their cultivation, they always have a weak point. Qi cultivators like us, with our good fortune, can see through it..."
Thunderclouds spun under Wu Nian's four claws, and in an instant a thunder whip appeared out of thin air, rushing straight towards Huang Lao Mo, sucking out a large amount of his scattered blood and burning him to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Huang's proud mood was interrupted. He was so angry that the bloodshot in his eyes became more and more dense, and half of his eye turned blood red, which was very scary. It was obvious that even if he still had some rationality, it was probably not much longer, and he was obviously no longer normal.
"...Hey, you beast! You cowardly, short-legged, fat beast!" The head, which had lost a lot of blood, became increasingly unbalanced. Mr. Huang's neck, which had gradually become as soft as a silk thread, could no longer support it. It spun around half a circle in a funny way before being fixed by the new blood. The disgusting and terrifying head was twisted right behind his back.
Seeing that the thunderclouds under Wu Nian's claws had become thinner after he retracted his thunder whip, Mr. Huang suddenly became interested in talking, and the cunning and vicious expression on his face could no longer be concealed.
"You're afraid to let the half-demon in you know your weakness? Yes, animals are cannibalistic—you're afraid, then, ancestor, I must say, you're just an ordinary wild cat or dog. Even if you were blessed with good fortune, you'd still be foolish and ignorant, relying only on your instincts to refine your claws and fangs or your tail. I just tested it, and you're not very cautious with your claws and fangs. But this tail, the only thing worth skinning for a coat, is the key to your cultivation."
"How can I let the years of cultivation go on to others?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw with satisfaction that the caracal, which he was extremely afraid of, which was wrapped around the man's waist, suddenly shrank its tail and was pulled back in an instant, and all the thin thunderclouds on its claws were transferred to its tail.
Humph, a monster? Even though he has some cunning thoughts and knows how to hide his weaknesses, he is still just a beast after all.
Wu Nian hurriedly flicked his tail, and Lin Xinghuo, who had been using talismans on his back to purify the dirty evil energy left by the yellow wind, almost fell down. He hurriedly threw away the talisman paper and grabbed the caracal's thick fur with both hands to barely keep his balance.
"What are you doing!" Lin Xinghuo pinched the caracal angrily.
The caracal tilted its furry ears back, turned its head and licked her hand ingratiatingly, but its thick tail hidden in the thundercloud never wrapped around the woman's waist again.
In a few words, Huang Feng suddenly stopped, but he did not go to Buxian Village, but ran straight into Buxian Mountain. At this time, they were on a small hill next to Buxian Temple.
At this point, Master Huang's almost completely red eye curved in good humor. Dense bloodshot supported his head as he looked down the mountain at the small village surrounded by the talismanic light that had shot up into the sky at some point in time. "Sure enough, there's a trick!"
The bloodshot on Lin Xinghuo's face faded away, and the caracal took a few steps back without a sound.
Master Huang suddenly grabbed Xiao Lanqin in his hands, "Waste, I have no use for you! After all, you are just a mortal body. You have been nurtured for so long, but even the blood ginseng seeds have not been able to germinate!" A rustling sound came from Xiao Lanqin's body, and the blood lines wrapped around her body spread out. A red line as thick as a blood vessel suddenly retracted rapidly from her belly, and the last bright red and tender red fruit, as fresh as the one still on the wild ginseng, burst out of her belly with a "pop".
Mr. Huang casually threw Xiao Lanqin, who had become as emaciated as a mummy, away and wiped the blood ginseng seed with care. The thickest red blood vessel line tightly wrapped around the seed and whooshed back into the broken head. With a flash of blood, the disgusting head in front of the two men became whole again.
He looked greedily at Lin Xinghuo. If he implanted the seed in her belly, he'd probably get the "three flowers" in a month, right? And with this fat cat's tail, the "second Jiazi" he desperately needed would soon be achieved. By then, the symbiotic blood ginseng would be able to support him in transferring to someone unrelated... The yellow energy of that reborn leader was connected to the nation's destiny. If he could steal the nation's destiny, he could live for thousands of years, no longer having to envy these foolish but long-lived spirits!
Unfortunately, the enemy didn't seize the opportunity when he rarely revealed his vital point, the Symbiotic Blood Ginseng Seed... If they had, they would have saved a lot of effort! He flirted with the blind man, sighed compassionately, and glanced at the half-demon girl without murderous intent. She was saving that woman. Oh, they were classmates, right? They were now students at the New University.
Master Huang watched as the caracal retreated a few steps, now quite a distance away from his companions. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, "Too late!"
A foul-smelling yellow wind, now half red and half yellow, swept up, charging towards the caracal with blood. Suddenly, thunder roared and a fierce wind blew.
But all these were isolated next to two humans, one lying and one squatting. Lin Xinghuo quickly saved Xiao Lanqin's life temporarily, and his natal spiritual vine had already wrapped around the willow leaf whip.
Just as he was about to step forward to help, Mr. Huang's voice sounded slowly: "You really do look like Mr. Lin. He also has a good heart."
"Mr. Lin is good in every way, except for this—he insists on living and dying with a fox demon!"
Lin Xinghuo's eyes flashed, and he quickly wrapped his long whip around the caracal that was knocked away by Master Huang. Master Huang held the half-broken tail in his hand, and stretched out his tongue to catch the dripping blood with great enjoyment.
"You just... you were pretending!" Lin Xinghuo protected Wu Nian, whose tail had been cut off and had shrunk to the size of a normal caracal, behind him. His mind raced as he said, "So you killed him and then dismembered my mother? Where are my mother's internal organs?"
"Tsk tsk, what a pity for that black fox. If I had known at that time that her fox tail was very useful, how could the victory coffin I set up would have only been used for sixty years!" The fox tail was sacrificed and left behind this half-demon, half-human fetus, and not only that, but also all the trouble we have now.
But... "You have gone through so much trouble, and I, the ancestor, have come out of seclusion a few years earlier." The only pity is that if he had known that the spiritual cultivation of his descendants was so important, he might not have been so cruel as to live with the blood ginseng seeds decades ago, and endured suffering worse than being pressed into a coffin by a living person. He would have received the longevity that his unfilial descendants prayed for... Although the path of Qi Refiner has gone astray, he has finally learned of this shortcut, and the bloodline of his descendants... In the future, he will have everything, and it will all be for his blood cultivation!
"you!"
Lin Xinghuo seemed to be blinded by anger and asked again: "Where are my mother's internal organs?"
"Why do you only mention the fox demon and not your father?"
"Mr. Lin..."
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"You are smart, delaying time? It's a pity that you can't leave! You haven't met Mr. Lin yet, let me show you." Mr. Huang tilted his head and smiled, the blood lines intertwined and turned into an old-fashioned robe as dark red as ink, and the expression on his face became charming.
Lin Xinghuo felt a chill all over his body. He didn't look like his father, but more like the expression in the statue of the prostitute he kept as his concubine.
The caracal, which had finally recovered its breath, quietly patted Lin Xinghuo with its claws. The man and the caracal quietly offered talismans and were about to escape.
At this moment, Mr. Huang's black robe suddenly "banged", and a big hole was blown out at his heart. A dark red blood line meandering out from the back of the broken heart "banged" and smashed a ball of something to his feet.
Mr. Huang stepped on the half-black, half-green thing that was about the size of a dog, and finally laughed triumphantly.
"Master!" Lin Xinghuo paused as she turned quietly, shouting in disbelief. That was none other than the old fairy who was in seclusion at the Buxian Monastery, a wild fox with limited cultivation.
"Your mother's liver is in this bastard's body. What? You want to escape? Don't you want your mother's internal organs and your bastard master?"
"You're not the only one stalling for time," said Mr. Huang, complacently. "Even half-demon bastards aren't very smart!"
While laughing wildly, he took over a wooden box that Xue Xian had dug out at some point. The box looked like a shrunken victory coffin that was only as long as an arm.
Brushing off the dust in disgust, Mr. Huang took out a black gem with a strange glow from the box. Lin Xinghuo recognized it at a glance: black belongs to the kidney, it is a gem made from the kidney of the black fox!
"Although I found out a little late, now that I know your background, how could I not make preparations in advance?" He held up the black gem and greedily hid it in the flesh and blood of his heart - if it were not for this kidney stone, he really could not have captured the Green Fox. Who told the Green Fox to be greedy and absorb the liver stone, which originated from the kidney stone, into its body?
"If it weren't for the Black Fox's liver, how could this lowly Green Fox have entered the Dao?" Master Huang kicked the fox, who was not sure whether it was alive or dead. "I gave her the liver for so many years just to use this beast's inner elixir to make a harmony."
This was a plot Master Huang had laid out years ago. While humans couldn't directly absorb the Black Fox's cultivation and essence, they could absorb its inner elixir. That's why Master Huang allowed the yellow-skinned man to steal the Black Fox's skull, and deliberately used the kidney stone, which held the most spiritual energy, to save the dying Green Fox, so he could use their inner elixir as a bridge.
The green fox didn't know that the man behind the incident that almost killed it was him, nor did he know that he had left this kidney treasure on purpose. He actually thought that he was lucky enough to have encountered the remains of the fox clan's ancestors. He was so stupid!
Now, the old ancestor sighed. He had endured so much suffering to assimilate the blood ginseng seed, ultimately becoming a creature neither human nor immortal. With more time and more demon blood, he could absorb it himself. The arrangements made by Jingjue all those years ago had become useless. What a pity.
Mr. Huang looked at the increasingly languid caracal and Lin Xinghuo, who had always protected it behind him. It was as if he saw Mr. Lin crawling towards the black fox even though he had a broken leg. He was a little unhappy and said with a sigh, "It has lost half its tail and its cultivation is not good enough. It has become a burden! Besides, this beast just wanted to abandon you and run away first, and you still protected it?"
He used this to distract attention. Without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed the blood streaks like a dagger straight into the fox's belly, searching for the inner elixir. He didn't even give Lin Xinghuo a chance to save the fox. "I don't know what Mr. Lin did to make me lose the inner elixir of the black fox... It's truly a lifelong regret. After all, it was Mr. Lin. I was soft-hearted and buried him in the same coffin with the black fox. I won't do that now!"
Master Huang stamped his feet, and a blood-red barrier suddenly rose around the small hilltop, centered around the fallen green fox. It instantly engulfed the hilltop like a cage, and a fishy odor filled the air. "My Qi Refiner's formations are fading, but this ritual is surprisingly useful. I'd like to borrow the lifespan of your shabby master's body, as a way to send you off on its way."
The half-possessed Mr. Huang was splitting the fox pill while talking and actually started to take action.
Lin Xinghuo seemed to be at her wit's end and was in a panic. Her response was not as organized as before, and the seriously injured caracal shrank to the size of a scarf and was wrapped around her neck. The beast seemed to be grateful that she had never abandoned it. Whenever Mr. Huang's red line was about to hurt Lin Xinghuo, it tried to gather a little thundercloud to block it for her.
But the thunderclouds are getting thinner.
Master Huang saw that even though the monster had sacrificed itself to help Lin Xinghuo several times, the thunderclouds enveloping its severed tail had not dissipated. He felt even more disgusted and sneered, "A beast is a beast. Look, it didn't even use its full strength at the critical moment of your life and death..."
After just a few dozen breaths, Lin Xinghuo began to feel overwhelmed. However, she couldn't bear to use all her strength to break the blood miasma, as even a slight loss of it would burn the Green Fox's life.
Desperate, Lin Xinghuo suddenly took a few steps back, bit her tongue to squeeze out her blood, and Zhu Longdan burned her storage bag. Countless pieces of talisman paper flew out, rustling and covering the sky.
Mr. Huang was startled, knowing that this was the little girl's trump card, which was indeed powerful.
With so much talisman paper, such an exquisite talisman array, and such overwhelming power, Master Huang felt a little fear, but more of a sense of envy. He was just a lowly half-demon, yet he had inherited the orthodox tradition—Mr. Lin had indeed kept his trump card secret.
He was the first to kick the green fox away, expecting Lin Xinghuo to be soft-hearted and come to his rescue. However, the little girl looked away and said, "Since I can't save Master, then I won't! Even if we are buried together today, we must get revenge!"
Her aura grew stronger and stronger, and the caracal on her neck broke free, spitting out her inner elixir, and the lightning became brighter.
Mr. Huang's face was gloomy, and the red light in his bloodshot eyes was suppressed and retreated step by step. The red bloodshot that was almost covering the entire eye disappeared a little as the blood vessels around his body broke and turned into ashes.
It turns out that Master Huang was so cunning that he never stopped scheming. He had been trying to become a demon. In his own words, he was going through the final stage of completely digesting and assimilating the blood ginseng seeds.
When he assimilated with the blood ginseng seed, it was the primary element, relying on its vitality to preserve his own soul. As generations of his descendants used this blood ginseng seed to control their bloodlines, each use, each nourishment of the primary seed, strengthened him. However, these foolish descendants actually believed that this fragment of consciousness and soul was the primary element, not only learning this parasitic transfer method to prolong their lives, but also arrogantly suppressing him.
After spending nearly a hundred years, he was finally about to completely digest this treasure passed down by the Qi Refiners, but then Cheng Yaojin showed up.
Master Huang, filled with hatred, clashed head-on with Lin Xinghuo, nearly collapsing from the blow. A bloody hole in his chest scorched black, the black gem already snatched back by Lin Xinghuo. Most of his blood, uncontrolled, danced wildly, soon becoming tangled in a ball.
"you!"
He hardened his heart and used the blood line with the thick blood vessel he had collected again, but it was still cut off in a section. The pain made him almost explode, but Lin Xinghuo's talisman formation was also torn.
Lin Xinghuo spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Mr. Huang's head which was leaking again, and said in hatred: "I gave my mother seven points back then, but now where are my mother's spleen and lungs?"
"You still dare to hold back? I will perish with you!"
The bloodshot in Master Huang's eyes faded a little, and he became more rational. Hearing this, he spoke slowly while more blood lines penetrated into the body of the green fox that he had secretly stolen back to search for the inner elixir.
"The spleen stone and lung stone are definitely not in my hands. The two families who occupied them in the early years were extremely vigilant and have long since left the country." He quickly pointed at the black gem in Lin Xinghuo's hand and said, "In fact, this family also left with them, but they fell into decline. I bought this kidney stone back from the auction on Bauhinia Island. Those two families were in cahoots with this family, so I guess—"
"I guess you won't see it!" Mr. Huang's blood line finally crushed the green fox's internal organs and found a bead-sized inner core. He stuffed it into the blood ginseng seed...
"Okay." Lin Xinghuo suddenly calmed down and touched the scarf-wearing caracal's ears: "He's gone."
The caracal's big tail swept across Lin Xinghuo's face: "Auction?" He had to save money.
"you?"
Lin Xinghuo ignored Mr. Huang's surprise and stomped his feet like him before. A beam of light rose simultaneously from the outside and inside of the blood miasma. The inner layer of lightning blew the blood miasma into pieces, while the outer layer of barrier only emitted a little light without any ripples.
If Mr. Huang's blood miasma was like a hollow cage, then the current barrier was like a heavy copper bowl.
Wu Nian opened and closed his two hairy paws and pointed his mouth at Master Huang: "Bang!"
Mr. Huang's head exploded.
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