Ghost Immortal

He lived in this dilapidated temple for sixteen years, from when he was brought here at the age of six until he killed the bald old man at the age of twenty-two. It held all his memories.

The scene of screaming while being immersed in scalding hot medicinal soup, watching companions disappear one by one, and the fear of not being able to sleep at night.

The chill that ran through him when he overheard the old man's slip of the tongue in the middle of the night, the exhilaration of his two months of frantic cultivation and the satisfaction of finally getting revenge.

Scenes flashed through Li Feng's mind like a revolving lantern, and now it was all over.

The bald old man's body lay in the temple, dried up like an old tree root. No one would come to collect his body; it might become food for jackals and wild beasts.

"Let's go, Gao Feng."

Li Feng turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

Gao Feng followed behind with heavy steps.

On a cool September morning, the mountain breeze rustled the roadside weeds.

The mountain path was lined with waist-high wild wormwood, and dew soaked Li Feng's trouser legs. Even the gravel path under his feet was riddled with potholes by the rain.

He had walked this road countless times, and each time the bald old man would lead him down the mountain to town to buy medicine.

The old man walked in front, and he followed behind, with a hemp rope tied around his neck like a dog.

This was the first time he had walked down the mountain by himself.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, the sun was high in the sky.

Li Feng stood at the crossroads of the mountain road and took out a paper map from his pocket.

The map drawn by the bald old man was so rough it looked like a child's scribbles, but the general directions were still discernible.

His current location is in the mountainous area about thirty miles northwest of Huangshi Town.

Heading east leads to Huangshi Town, heading south leads to Qingyan City, heading north leads deep into the mountains, and heading west leads to "Baigu'ao".

Huangshi Town is the nearest populated area. The bald old man said there are pharmacies, markets, and traveling caravans there.

When the old man went to town to buy medicine, he would occasionally bring back news from the outside world.

But Li Feng didn't want to go to Huangshi Town.

The bald old man bought "the last good medicine" in Huangshi Town, so everyone in town must know him.

The old man mysteriously disappeared for three months, and Li Feng, the old man's only "apprentice," suddenly appeared in town, which could easily arouse suspicion.

Besides, Huangshi Town is just a small town with nothing special, so going there would be a waste of time.

He is going to Qingyan City.

Qingyan City is the largest city within a radius of several hundred miles.

According to the old bald man's book, Qingyan City has markets where independent cultivators gather, various cultivation resources are traded, and there are even strongholds of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

To continue on the path of cultivation, one must go to places with many people, places with resources, and places where information can be gathered.

"Let's go to Qingyan City!"

Li Feng put away the map, determined the direction to head south, and went his own way.

After about an hour's walk along the mountain path, Li Feng suddenly stopped and became alert.

After breaking through to the eighth inch of spiritual root, his five senses became extremely sharp, and he could perceive every rustle of grass within a radius of dozens of feet.

At this moment, the sounds of fighting coming from ahead can be clearly heard; the commotion is quite significant.

The ear-piercing sound of clashing weapons, the angry roars of wild beasts, and the dull thuds, like heavy blunt objects slamming into the ground.

Li Feng also sensed a strong demonic aura.

This demonic aura was violent and scorching, extremely similar to the residual aura from the beef tendon and bull's head he had eaten before, only more violent and wilder.

"Could it be a bull demon?"

Li Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He told Gao Feng to hide behind a big tree, while he used his Breath Concealment and Lightness Techniques, lightly touching the tree trunk with his toes, and floated onto the canopy of an old tree.

Using the dense foliage to conceal himself, he looked in the direction from which the fighting was coming.

A fierce battle is taking place in a clearing in the mountains about thirty feet ahead.

The target of the attack was a bull demon.

This bull demon was much larger than Li Feng had imagined. It was about 15 or 16 feet tall and more than 20 feet long. Its fur was bluish-black, and its four legs were as thick as stone pillars. Its hooves could leave three-foot-deep craters in the ground.

Its horns are extremely magnificent, as thick as an adult's arm, curved like a crescent moon, and covered with dark gold patterns that shimmer in the sunlight.

A third eye was prominently displayed between its eyebrows; it was a purple vertical pupil with its eyelid half-open and half-closed, and a violent purple light swirled within its pupil.

A bull demon on the verge of human transformation!

The saying goes, "The higher the virtue, the greater the evil." A bull demon that is one zhang tall is already equivalent to a peak spiritual root stage cultivator.

Li Feng's eyes narrowed instantly.

This bull demon is even stronger than the ones he ate before. Its purple vertical pupils are already half-open, which means that it has touched the threshold of transformation and is only one step away from gaining intelligence and becoming a true demon!

Once it successfully transforms into human form, this bull demon's strength will increase several times over, transforming from a demon beast into a demon cultivator, thus embarking on the path of cultivation and becoming equal to human cultivators.

But now, it seems it has no chance to transform.

It has been cornered by three demon hunters.

Li Feng looked at the three demon hunters and noticed that they had different professions.

On the left is a butcher, a burly man, over nine feet tall, even more robust than Gao Feng.

He wore a greasy leather apron, revealing two thick, tree-trunk-like arms with bulging muscles and prominent veins.

He held a huge boning knife in his right hand, the blade was three fingers thick and more than four feet long, and the blade was covered with dark red cow blood.

With his left hand holding a gleaming iron hook, he had already driven the hook into the tendon of the bull demon's hind leg, holding it firmly and completely restricting the bull demon's movement.

The butcher's face was covered in thick, fleshy muscles, and he had a scar on his left cheek that ran from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were small, yet they shone with a ruthless, knife-like light.

The butcher's body was not filled with ordinary Taoist spiritual energy, but with an extremely domineering blood-red baleful aura.

It was forged from the resentment of countless demons and beasts, and possesses a strong aura of slaughter.

With a swing of his knife, the butcher unleashed a crimson aura that condensed into a thin film of blood on the blade, increasing the boning knife's sharpness several times over, allowing it to easily slice through the bull demon's thick hide and muscle.

The person on the right is a carpenter, a minor figure in the Taoist tradition, who is a disciple of the legendary Lu Ban.

The carpenter was much shorter than the butcher, probably only a little over six feet tall, thin and small, wearing a drab gray short jacket, with a carpenter's ink line clipped to his waist.

His face was thin and sallow, with high cheekbones.

The carpenter is carrying an adze, a tool he uses to plan wood. It has a long handle and an iron head, and looks rough and heavy.

But in the carpenter's hands, this adze was very powerful; a single blow could make the bull demon stagger backward.

Several ink lines were placed at the carpenter's feet, stretching across the ground to form a simple trap.

The ink line was stained with black ink, mixed with some unknown substance, and emitted a pungent pine scent.

Every time the bull demon steps on the ink line, it is bounced away. The ink line can also entangle the bull demon's hooves, making it more difficult for it to move.

The carpenter's spiritual energy fluctuations were completely different from the butcher's, and there were even flashing runes, indicating that his lineage was far more powerful.

What surprised Li Feng the most was the third person, who turned out to be a matchmaker!

Matchmakers belong to the lowest class of society. She was probably around fifty years old, wearing a bright red matchmaker's robe embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and a large red velvet flower in her hair.

With a kind face, her eyes crinkled with fine wrinkles when she smiled, like a kind-hearted auntie from next door.

But her methods are anything but kind.

The matchmaker held two red threads in her hands, which fluttered in the wind like living snakes.

She didn't participate in close combat, but stood ten steps away from the fighting circle, muttering incantations, while two red ropes in her hands kept changing patterns.

One red thread was tied around the butcher's waist, and another red thread was tied around the carpenter's wrist.

When the bull demon was about to butt the butcher, the matchmaker would pull the red rope, and the butcher's body would involuntarily dodge to the side, barely avoiding the bull demon's attack.

The matchmaker shakes the red rope, and the carpenter's arm gains extra traction, increasing the force of the adze by 30%.

She was actually using her magic to assist two teammates in battle at the same time, which was truly amazing.