Ghost Immortal

The matchmaker wasn't just assisting her teammates; her red rope was also wrapped around the bull demon's body.

Three red ropes were wrapped around the bull demon's front legs and the back of its neck, as if putting reins on the bull demon.

The matchmaker would occasionally tug on the red rope, causing the bull demon's head to tilt to one side, deflecting its attacks and creating opportunities for the butcher and carpenter to strike.

The red rope was imbued with a pinkish power, emitting a sweet, cloying fragrance, as if it were coated with some kind of bewitching drug.

When the bull demon is pulled by the red rope, the violent light in its purple vertical pupils will dissipate for a moment. That momentary lapse in concentration is enough for the butcher and the carpenter to seize the opportunity.

Li Feng lay on the treetop, increasingly alarmed as he looked around.

The three of them work together way too well.

The butcher engaged the bull demon in close combat, his boning knife and iron hook pinning it down, bearing the brunt of the damage and pressure.

The carpenter roamed around providing support, the ink lines restricted the bull demon's movement, and the adze specifically targeted the weak points of the joints.

The matchmaker provides remote support, using her red thread to restrain the bull demon's movements while simultaneously boosting her teammates' offense and defense.

The three of them each performed their duties perfectly, and their teamwork was seamless.

Li Feng could tell that none of the three of them could defeat the bull demon in a one-on-one fight.

The bull demon's strength was almost at the point of human transformation, and its demonic energy was equivalent to the peak of a human cultivator with a nine-inch spiritual root.

If it were a head-on confrontation, it could kill a cultivator with an eight-inch spiritual root within ten moves.

But now the bull demon is firmly suppressed by the three people, and his body is covered with wounds.

Its hind leg tendons were pierced by iron hooks, its forehooves were entangled by ink lines, its neck was being pulled by red ropes, and the light in its purple vertical pupils was growing dimmer.

I can't hold on much longer.

Li Feng's gaze swept back and forth between the three men and the ox, his mind racing.

The old man with the bald head recorded the identities of butchers, carpenters, and matchmakers in his book.

The booklet contains detailed records of the classification of the three religions and nine schools of thought.

Butchers belong to the "slaughter" class among the lowest of the low, inheriting the art of killing and entering the path of cultivation through slaughter.

Carpenters belong to the "craftsman" class of the middle nine classes, inheriting the art of Gongshu and entering the Tao through craftsmanship; matchmakers belong to the "matchmaker" class of the lower nine classes, inheriting the art of marriage and entering the Tao through matchmaking.

The three religions and nine schools of thought each have their own traditions and unique abilities.

Li Feng had previously doubted whether the book exaggerated things, but now that he had witnessed the methods of these three people firsthand, he knew that the records were true.

The cultivation system in this world is much richer than he imagined. Not only can Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism be subdivided into many schools, but there are also nine streams and eighty-one paths, each with its own unique cultivation methods and combat styles.

The butcher's killing techniques are domineering and violent; his knife is imbued with bloodthirsty energy and is forged from the flesh and blood of countless living beings.

They follow the path of proving their cultivation through killing; the more people they kill, demons, and ghosts, the stronger their cultivation becomes.

The carpenter Gongshu's skills were exquisite and meticulous; the ink line and adze in his hands seemed to come alive, as if they were his own fingers and arms.

Li Feng also saw a large wooden eagle circling in the sky, which was obviously also one of his mechanical beasts.

This training method emphasizes the principle of "a skilled craftsman must first have the right tools." All of a carpenter's techniques rely on tools, which are called mechanical arts. The stronger the tools, the stronger the combat power.

The matchmaker's marriage techniques are unpredictable and mysterious. The red thread can restrain enemies, bless teammates, and even affect the mind of the bull demon with its bewitching fragrance.

This training method focuses on auxiliary control; it may not be strong in direct combat, but it plays a greater role in team battles.

Their daily work mainly involves sowing discord and dealing with trivial family matters.

Li Feng has already confirmed that the flesh of demonic beasts has a significant effect on improving his cultivation.

The ox tendon allowed him to break through from a three-inch spiritual root to a five-inch one, while the ox head allowed him to break through from a five-inch spiritual root to an eight-inch one.

If we could get our hands on this bull demon and cook it, it might allow him to break through to a nine-inch or even ten-inch spiritual root in one go!

But the question is, how do we get our hands on it?

These three were clearly after the bull demon, and they were almost there.

If Li Feng were to jump out now to steal the monster, he would be openly making enemies of three cultivators with eight-inch spiritual roots.

These three are so well-coordinated that it's hard to predict the outcome if they actually fought.

The best way is to wait; only by surviving can you win.

No, it's eating beef.

After the three of them kill the bull demon, let's see if there's a chance to reap the benefits.

Li Feng held his breath and continued to observe from the treetop.

The battle on the other side has reached a fever pitch.

The bull demon's body was covered in wounds, its dark blue fur was stained dark red with blood, and the tendon in its left foreleg was completely torn apart by the iron hook, causing it to limp when it ran.

My right hind leg was entangled in an ink line. Whenever I lifted my leg, the ink line would cut a deep wound that exposed the bone.

Seizing the bull demon's wounded state, the butcher lunged forward, his boning knife flashing a crimson arc before plunging deep into the bull demon's side.

The tip of the knife pierced through thick fur and muscle, all the way down to the hilt.

The butcher gripped the knife handle with both hands and twisted it forcefully.

"roar!!"

The bull demon let out a deafening roar, its massive body struggling violently. Suddenly, its head swung out, and its horns pierced straight into the butcher's chest.

If that blow landed, even if the butcher had a nine-foot-tall, muscular physique, he would be pierced right through.

Fortunately, the matchmaker had made preparations in advance.

She yanked the two red threads on her left hand, and the red rope around the butcher's waist instantly taut, pulling him backward and flying away.

The cow's horn grazed the butcher's chest, only tearing his leather apron without injuring his flesh.

At the same time, the carpenter seized the opportunity to rush to the side of the bull demon, raised his adze high, and the earthen-yellow magic power condensed into a thick rock shell on the adze head, which slammed hard into the bull demon's hind leg joint.

"Snap!"

With a sharp crack, the bull demon's hind leg joint was shattered, and its body crashed to its knees.

At the same time, the red rope in the matchmaker's right hand tightened, and the three red threads wrapped around the bull demon's body contracted, digging into the bull demon's flesh, like putting a rein on the bull demon.

The pink magic power on the red rope seeped into the bull demon's body through the wound. The more the bull demon struggled, the more the light in its purple vertical pupils dissipated.

After landing, the butcher roared and charged forward again, his boning knife growing three inches longer under the influence of blood-red magic.

"Broken tendon!!!"

With a single horizontal slash, he struck the bull demon's throat.

Blood spurted out.

The bull demon's throat was severed with a single stroke, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Its massive body convulsed violently, the light in its purple vertical pupils dimmed completely, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The three of them simultaneously breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The butcher pulled out his boning knife, wiped the blood off the knife on the bull demon's hide, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"This is damn troublesome; this beast is even more ferocious than the bear demon from last month!"

The carpenter put away his ink line and adze, squatted down to examine the bull demon's horns, and said with shining eyes, "These horns are in good condition. The dark gold patterns are almost turning into horn crystals. They can fetch a good price when we take them back to the city."

The matchmaker took back the red thread, dusted off her red robe, and said with a smile, "Don't just think about the horns. The cow's heart is mine, and the cow's liver is mine too. These animals' internal organs are good materials for making bewitching incense, so we can't waste them."

The butcher grumbled, "The cow's heart is my spoils, earned by stabbing the cow to death. What right does someone like you, who just connected us, have to take it?"

The matchmaker smiled even more kindly, muttering, "Just because I saved your life three times just now. The first time you stepped into the bull demon's charging range, if I hadn't pulled you, you would have been impaled by its hooves. The second time your knife got stuck in the bull demon's ribs and you couldn't pull it out. If I hadn't had the carpenter block it for you, your head would have been crushed by its hooves. The third time..."

"Alright, alright, stop reading!" the butcher waved his hand impatiently.

"Here you go, take the beef heart and liver, I'll take the beef leg, okay?"

The carpenter stood up, then suddenly looked at the bull demon's brow, his expression changing slightly.

"Wait, why is this bull demon's third eye still open?"

The butcher and the matchmaker turned their heads to look at the same time.

The bull demon was completely dead, but its purple vertical pupils remained half-open, with an extremely faint purple light flowing within them.

"Not quite dead yet? I'll give it a few more cuts!" The butcher picked up his boning knife and cautiously moved closer.

The matchmaker frowned and reached out to stop the butcher: "No, this is probably a lingering demon spirit."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bull demon's purple vertical pupils between his brows suddenly opened.

A purple beam of light, as thick as a finger, shot out from the vertical pupil, moving with lightning speed, and struck the nearest butcher.

The butcher's expression changed drastically, but his reaction was also extremely fast. He instantly held the boning knife horizontally in front of his chest, and blood-red magic power condensed into a thick blood shield on the blade.

"boom!"

The purple beam struck the blood shield, exploding in a blinding purple light.

The butcher was blasted away, knife and all, and his back slammed into a large tree, causing leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

His chest shield was punched with a fist-sized hole, and his boning knife was covered in cracks.

"Damn it, this beast can still fight back even when he's dying!"

The butcher spat out a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground, and looked at the bull demon's slowly closing purple vertical pupils, his face extremely ugly.