Chapter 243 There is a cat (1)
Although Ji Rong was somewhat prepared, Pan Cong's laziness and shamelessness still took her by surprise.
For the first three days, Pan Cong performed quite well. He was smart and memorized the palace rules in just two days. On the third day, he even chopped up twenty beasts. Ji Rong also received Pan Cong's transfer order from Qi San.
Everyone was still very happy at this moment, and that night Pan Cong went to gamble with Qi San and a few others.
So, on the fourth day, the lazy cat didn't get up and just slept soundly.
On the fifth and sixth days, they slept in the bright sunlight outside, and after a good night's sleep, they would get up and go to Qizhou to gamble.
Ji Rong could tolerate all of this, after all, she hadn't expected this guy to do any work.
However, on the seventh day, this fellow actually reached out his claws to the skinned meat on the cutting board in full view of everyone.
These pieces of meat are limited; how can we let him take them freely!
Ji Rong gave Shan Wu a wink, and Shan Wu immediately pounced from behind, grabbed Pan Cong by the neck, and pulled out the flesh.
Pan Cong was indeed ruthless. Although he was restrained by Shan Wu, he directly used his tail to wrap around Shan Wu's neck and enlarged his tail, causing Shan Wu's face to swell up immediately.
Then, with a flick of its claws, the Pan Cong nimbly turned and caught Shan Wu's head.
Pan Cong circulated his blood magic and fiercely bit down on Shan Wu's head. Shan Wu's blood flowed continuously from the bitten wound, down Pan Cong's sharp teeth, and into Pan Cong's mouth.
A small amount of blood dripped from Pan Cong's lips onto Shan Wu's face and eyes, making Shan Wu's already dizzy vision even more blurred.
This is outrageous! Ji Rong immediately drew three swords, ready to chop off the tail of the Pan Cong.
But then Shan Wuyun activated the Spirit Refining Scripture, instantly conjuring twelve chains of spiritual energy that blocked Pan Cong's claws as they reached out again.
Shan Wu then swung his claw at Pan Cong's body, tearing open his flesh, and then inserted the twelve spiritual energy chains into the cat's body.
As soon as the twelve colorless spiritual energy chains entered Pan Cong's body, they immediately connected to Pan Cong's blood vessels and began to absorb them.
If the blood-drinking of Pan Cong is like bamboo branches drinking syrup, then the twelve spiritual energy chains of Shan Wu are like twelve bamboo tubes drawing water.
The body of the giant porcupine visibly shrank, and in less than three breaths, it could no longer bind Shan Wu's head and neck, and was slammed to the ground by Shan Wu's claw.
Although Pan Cong no longer absorbed Shan Wu's blood, Shan Wu's twelve spiritual energy chains remained unretracted. They had turned dark red, connecting Shan Wu and Pan Cong like blood-red ribbons.
In an instant, the entire slaughterhouse was filled with a cold and desolate atmosphere, along with Pan Cong's faint cries of pain and the dripping sound of blood from Shan Wu's forehead.
The high-level blood tantalized the butchers' taste buds, causing them to constantly swallow their saliva, but the twelve blood chains floating in the air suppressed their instincts, making them dare not make a move at all.
At this moment, Ji Rong withdrew her three swords. She took out a cage, fed the blood-loss-excessive Pan Cong with Shan Zhongfeng's specially made blood-regenerating pills and life-saving pills, and then quickly locked him in the cage. She said to Shan Wu, "Uncle, stop using your supernatural powers. He's going to die."
The enormous, delicious essence blood intoxicated Shan Wu, but Ji Rong's words were like a unique coolness in that humid, drowsy ocean, bringing Shan Wu back to his senses.
Shan reluctantly retracted the spiritual energy chain little by little. As he retracted it slowly, the imprisoned Pan Cong deflated further.
After dealing with the culprit behind this unexpected situation, Ji Rong called out to the butchers behind her, "Alright, you can all get to work!"
"Uncle Shan, wait a moment, come with me to treat your wounds first."
She carried the piece of meat that Pan Cong had swallowed to the Spirit Spring to wash it, then took out a bottle of healing pills from the Danlou Qingguangzi Treasury, poured one for Shan Wu to swallow, and then asked, "Uncle, are you feeling unwell?"
Shan Wu excitedly erected an isolation barrier and wagged his tail at Ji Rong, saying, "Nephew, I'm doing great! This blood technique is amazing; I don't even need to think."
"I've never felt so comfortable fighting before. Look, I've practically turned that Pan Cong into a dried-up cat, and I'm still so clean. I could take on three blood-based cultivators like him by myself."
Ji Rong looked at Shan Wu and shook his head in disapproval, saying, "Uncle, we didn't have an easy time killing Liao Gang and Bao Wu. It must be because this cat was careless and directly used blood magic on you. If he had run far away like Bao Wu and used magic on you, you might not have been able to catch him."
Shan Wuyi grinned and said, "Nephew, you're right. This cat actually came to my door for me to pet. It's even dumber than me."
Pan Cong wasn't stupid. He only lost because of his absolute confidence in his blood technique. Little did he know that the blood technique he considered top-notch was no match for Shan Wuxu's "Refining Spirit Scripture".
The Pan Cong, lying in its cage, could not hear any sounds from outside; even inside the cage, it was dark and indistinct.
He didn't know what kind of pills Kiyohime had fed him, since the tiger had clearly devoured most of his vital essence and blood.
He had been so weak that he collapsed to the ground, but now he was lucid again, and blood was gushing from his wound like a blood-producing machine.
No other cultivator understands the value of high-grade essence blood better than those who cultivate blood techniques.
"This is truly a fine pill. If I had such a pill, why would I need to do any work? I could just raise some blood slaves and have them produce blood for my cultivation. I could even sell the excess."
While sucking on his wounds and circulating his blood magic, Pan Cong thought to himself.
He was filled with hopeful expectations, feeling that he was about to become rich, and soon fell asleep.
As he fell asleep, his flesh and blood continued to disappear at a slow pace.
The next day, Pan Cong woke up again. He moved his limbs and found that he was still bleeding, and there was even less flesh and blood left on his body.
He realized something was wrong, and stopped licking his own blood. Instead, he transformed into a magic cat and started ramming against the cage.
But it was no use; this cage was no longer an ordinary container. Ji Rong had already thought of this yesterday.
She went to Qifeng Peak to exchange a specially made high-grade item for Qing Baizi; even a saint would have to go through a great deal of trouble to get out of it.
The porpoise couldn't break free of its cage; all that remained was silence, darkness, and the incessant sound of blood flowing from its wounds.
He felt his body growing thinner and colder.
He felt his life slipping away, little by little, with the dripping of his blood.
He felt that even if he died, no one would know.
But he is at the Emperor Realm level; if this continues, it will likely take him a very long time to die.
He wanted to end his own life; he stretched out his claws, then instinctively lowered them again.
A sense of fear gradually arose in his heart.
He began to hope that Ji Rong would remember the fact that he had been raised by the Sad Woman, and thus let him go.
Only now has he realized that he doesn't want to die!
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