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"This meat is so nutritious, you're not going to eat it?"

Su Wuchen shook his head.

Because this scene is all too familiar.

He's sick of it.

pity.

I came in a hurry and didn't bring the games with me, otherwise I could have relaxed a bit.

Su Wuchen got up, picked up Zhuo Yiqiang, and walked to the side to stand quietly in a stance.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Fei was immediately delighted.

I've never seen Su Wuchen practice so seriously before.

and many more.

Why do this guy's muscles look so bulging?

The primordial energy surged through the meridians, reaching the limbs, where it was then devoured by chunks of flesh and blood.

The feeling of breaking through to the eighth rank quickly dissipated.

"What you just did..."

"I'm about to break through to the eighth rank."

"Then why did you deliberately suppress it?"

"It hasn't reached its limit yet!"

Su Wuchen glanced at Zhao Fei, "Do you remember what Wu Ming said when we left the underground palace?"

"Dare to break the limits?"

"right!"

"I believe there is another realm above the eighth-grade Great Perfection realm! Just like the ninth-grade limit, where blood and qi surge."

Zhao Fei suddenly realized, and a hint of anticipation appeared on his face: "You felt it?"

"not yet."

"..."

Zhao Fei shrugged, finished eating and drinking, got up and left: "Then you continue, I'm going back to sleep."

Beef is a highly nutritious meat, and this cow in front of us is an eighth-rank demon cultivator, whose blood and flesh are many times more potent than ordinary beef.

After swallowing a large piece of roasted meat, Zhao Fei felt his stomach burning; he needed to digest the blood and energy as quickly as possible.

As for Su Wuchen, he was still practicing standing meditation.

It wasn't until three hours later that Su Wuchen was able to relax from his stance training.

After adjusting his breathing, Su Wuchen, holding Zhuo Yi Spear, thrust it out suddenly...

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to the nourishment from the beef, Zhao Fei finally recovered.

Not only did he grow taller, reaching an astonishing two meters, but his muscles also bulged out like piles of stones.

It is worth mentioning that as Zhao Fei's body recovered, his cultivation level also naturally returned to the early stage of the eighth rank!

"No wonder historical records mention that powerful martial arts practitioners would prey on demon cultivators..."

Watching Zhao Fei wield his staff and practice the Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, Su Wuchen seemed to be deep in thought.

It's very nourishing.

After their practice session, Zhao Fei approached Su Wuchen with a smile. "How was it?"

"good."

"So that's just normal?"

Zhao Fei didn't pay any attention.

Although he had studied the Demon-Subduing Staff Technique for a long time, he never had the opportunity to practice it due to his physical condition.

After a series of rehearsals, he found it surprisingly easy to use, exceeding his expectations.

"When are we going to seek revenge on Xinyuan?"

"Distant from the heart?"

Su Wuchen smiled. "He died long ago."

Zhao Fei: "...?"

Su Wuchen: "I forgot to tell you before, after my cultivation was restored, I took care of him."

Zhao Fei: "..."

"Let's go, we should head back."

Su Wuchen stretched and yawned, "I've been here long enough, I still miss my little shop."

Zhao Fei smacked his lips, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

He had originally planned to personally kill Xin Yuan after his injuries healed, but now...

"How about we get a few more cows to take back?"

"...?"

Su Wuchen glanced at him sideways. "Your storage bag still has space?"

During the few days that Zhao Fei was recovering rapidly from his injuries, Su Wuchen often traveled between the two places, using the help of those demon cultivators to hone his marksmanship and push his limits.

During this time, they also killed many lesser demons, and all kinds of high-quality meat were stuffed into their storage bags.

Zhao Fei actually wanted to take a few lesser demons out with him?

"Aren't you afraid of being targeted?"

"Just saying, I'm leaving now."

After dispelling the illusion array, the two walked side by side toward the entrance of the secret realm. Each of them had several talismans affixed to their bodies to prevent being ambushed.

But what's meant to happen will happen eventually.

"stop!"

A group of eight people blocked Su Wuchen and his companion's path.

Upon their first appearance, they revealed their cultivation levels, all at the Great Perfection of the Eighth Grade, seemingly warning Su Wuchen and his companion not to harbor any wicked intentions.

Su Wuchen glanced around but saw no other ambushers. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you the only ones guarding this place now?"

"Of course we're stronger!"

One of them coldly shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! Hand over all your storage bags, and we'll let you leave without a problem!"

"otherwise……"

"It's about killing you all, then taking the storage bags from your corpses!"

Su Wuchen glanced at the other party with a smile, and took out Zhuo Yiqiang from his storage bag.

Zhao Fei understood and took out the staff that reached his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

Du Tao, who was in the lead, said with a playful expression, "Are they going to start a fight with us?"

Why not?

Upon hearing this...

Du Tao and his eight companions burst into laughter.

"You guys all saw it, right? I told you to stay calm. It's unrealistic to expect them to hand over their storage bags; we have to beat them until they're completely convinced!"

"A mere eighth-grade Grand Perfection cultivator and a mere eighth-grade early stage cultivator dare to lay a hand on us with swords and spears?"

"I think you two are tired of living!"

The eight men made sarcastic remarks, their words filled with disdain.

All eight of them were at the Great Perfection of the Eighth Grade. They dared to face not only the rogue cultivators who had entered the secret realm, but also the disciples of the three major sects.

just now.

Are Su Wuchen and Zhao Fei going to fight all eight of them?

Is it the fearlessness of a warrior, or pure... idiocy?

"Excuse my bluntness, but you eight are nothing but a bunch of cowardly rats who dare not explore the secret realm and only dare to rob here. What is there to fear?"

"Okay, okay!"

Faced with Su Wuchen's insults, Du Tao sneered repeatedly, "Who among you will try this guy's skills? Let's see what he's got to dare spout such nonsense!"

"I'll do it!"

A martial arts practitioner carrying a large sword approached Su Wuchen, glanced at the spear, and grinned, saying, "Come on, try stabbing me!"

Su Wuchen smiled slightly, and suddenly thrust out and retracted his spear. The movement was so fast that it only took the blink of an eye!

"Old Zhang, what are you standing there for?"

"Let's get him!"

"Old Zhang?"

Before anyone else could sense something was wrong, Du Tao had a premonition of trouble. "Everyone, be careful!"

"What?"

The crowd did not understand his meaning.

Old Zhang, who had been standing there stunned, slowly collapsed, with a noticeable bloodstain on his neck!

died?

Old Zhang is dead!

Du Tao and his six companions all paled. They couldn't believe that Old Zhang, a martial artist at the peak of the eighth rank, had been killed just like that!

They hadn't even realized what was happening!

If it were them, wouldn't they do the same?

"Wow, that's fast!"

"With such strength, there must be good stuff in his storage bag!"

"Stop talking nonsense, everyone, let's all gang up on him and kill him!"

Everyone was talking at once, but no one dared to take the initiative.

Su Wuchen's lips curled into a slight smile. "Brother Fei, provide backup!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Wuchen raised his spear and took the lead in attacking, aiming straight for Du Tao's head!

As the leader of this team, Du Tao must have amassed a lot of treasures in his storage bag. As long as we take him down, we can collect them all.

As for the remaining six people...

Nothing to worry about!