Ghost Immortal

He silently slid down from the treetop, using his lightness and concealment techniques to move like a ghost close to the ground towards the bull demon's corpse.

The chaotic battle continued, with everyone's attention focused on their opponents, and no one noticed a strange cultivator approaching.

Li Feng crouched down in the bushes behind the bull demon's corpse, only two zhang away from the fragments of the demon's soul.

From this distance, the fragments of the demon's soul are even clearer.

Within the purple light, a miniature bull shadow could be vaguely seen, its four hooves treading on the air, its horns pointing forward—the very form of a bull demon.

But the cow's silhouette was extremely blurry, like a purple cotton candy that would disperse in the wind.

The fragments of the demon's soul continued to drift towards the withered tree, moving very slowly, like a clump of dandelion seeds.

Li Feng waited patiently.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang...

Just as the fragment of the demon soul was about to drift into the hollow of the withered tree, Li Feng decisively made his move.

His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the purple ball of light, while his left hand flicked out a talisman from his sleeve and slapped it against the hollow of the withered tree.

"Sizzle!"

The tree hole closed up in pain, like a mouth shut.

Li Feng didn't have time to examine the withered tree closely. He quickly stuffed the fragments of the demon soul into the oilcloth bag in his arms and then retreated back into the bushes.

The whole process took no more than two breaths; the melee in the arena remained intense, and no one noticed the little incident that had occurred in this corner.

But as soon as Li Feng retreated into the bushes, he suddenly felt a chilling aura probing towards him.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately lowered his head, using a breath-concealing technique.

Ma Laosan gripped the ghost-head broadsword, glanced at the direction of the bull demon's corpse, and frowned slightly.

"There was a fluctuation of spiritual energy over there just now..."

Butcher He wouldn't give him a chance to be distracted.

Taking advantage of Ma Laosan's momentary lapse in concentration, the boning knife unleashed a blood-red blade of light, aiming straight for his ribs.

Ma Laosan hurriedly sheathed his knife and retreated to defend, but was slashed back three steps by He Tuhu's blade. Enraged, he roared, "He Tuhu, you have no martial ethics! Today I'll chop you into mincemeat!"

"I'm a pig butcher, what's the point of talking about martial ethics! Sending you, you beast, to the afterlife is martial ethics!"

The two burly men clashed again.

Li Feng breathed a sigh of relief, touching the oilcloth bag in his arms; the fragments of the demon soul inside were warm.

The baby arrived.

The next step is to figure out how to get out of this situation.

The melee between the two sides has reached the final, desperate stage.

Just as Lu the carpenter had predicted, Ma Laosan's spiritual power was about to give out.

The black aura surrounding the three vengeful spirits was clearly thinning during the prolonged battle, with one of the spirits even showing signs of dissipating.

Ma Laosan's face was very ugly, and his attacks with the ghost-head broadsword were no longer fierce.

"Damn it, what kind of skill is it to take on three people at once? If you're so capable, let's have a one-on-one fight! That's the rule of the underworld: one against one, no cheating allowed!"

Ma Laosan gritted his teeth and withdrew two vengeful spirits, leaving only the weakest one to entangle Zhou the matchmaker, while he personally stepped forward to fight He the butcher.

But after fighting for so long, he has no chance of winning at all.

Taking advantage of the moment when the number of vengeful spirits decreased, Zhou the Matchmaker unleashed the red rope, crushing the last vengeful spirit that was binding her into pieces.

Pink magic flowed along the red rope into the black mist, quickly purifying the black mist of the vengeful spirits.

"Master Ma, although vengeful spirits are useful, they are ultimately not one's own cultivation level."

Matchmaker Zhou smiled and pulled up the rope, which still had a faint black aura remaining on it.

The short, stout man wielding an axe and the tall, thin man wielding a bow were already struggling under the combined assault of the carpenter's chalk line and adze.

The short, fat man's arm was marked with a deep, bone-revealing wound by the ink lines, while the tall, thin man's bow and arrow were unexpectedly snatched away by the wooden eagle.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable, Ma Laosan had no choice but to grit his teeth and retreat.

"withdraw!"

He roared as he withdrew the last vengeful spirit, then slashed his ghost-headed broadsword down at the ground. Black energy exploded, and a thick black mist spread, enveloping the entire battlefield.

After the black mist dissipated, Ma Laosan and the Black Wind Bandits all disappeared into the mountains and forests, leaving behind only a few pools of blood and broken weapons on the ground.

He the butcher burst out of the black mist, his blood-red spiritual power dispelling the remaining black energy. Looking in the direction where Ma Laosan had fled, he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Damn it, you run fast!"

Carpenter Lu put away his ink line, bent down to examine the bloodstains and weapon fragments on the ground, and calmly judged, "They are seriously injured and probably won't be coming back."

Matchmaker Zhou took back the red string and nodded slightly: "This fight was a loss. It depleted a lot of my magic power, and several red strings broke. I hope we didn't lose money."

The three reunited and took stock of the battle damage and spoils.

The bull demon's corpse was only cut in half, with beef, bones, and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

Butcher He picked up a few pieces of trampled beef with a pained expression, his face twitching.

"What a pity, so much good meat has been wasted."

Lu the carpenter was examining the vertical mark between the bull demon's eyebrows.

He ran his fingers along the vertical mark for a moment, then suddenly frowned, looking surprised: "Where's the demon soul?"

"What demonic soul?" Butcher He asked instinctively before he could react.

Carpenter Lu stood up, his face becoming serious, and looked around.

"The bull demon self-destructed before it died, detonating a portion of its soul. There should still be fragments left inside its body. I originally planned to extract the soul after dismembering the flesh, but the soul fragments disappeared during the fight!"

All three of them focused their gazes on the vertical mark between the bull demon's eyebrows.

The vertical marks had completely dried up, resembling dead skin tissue, with no trace of demonic energy remaining.

Zhou the Matchmaker swept her red rope around the bull demon's corpse, but the pink spiritual energy attached to the rope didn't detect anything unusual.

"Strange, the fragments of the demon soul shouldn't have dissipated so quickly," Zhou the matchmaker frowned.

Butcher He gripped his boning knife tightly, instantly becoming alert: "Could it be Black Wind's doing?"

"It doesn't look like it," the carpenter shook his head.

"Ma Laosan also inherited the skills of the Corpse Carrier. If he had the ability to extract demon souls, he would have acted long ago instead of waiting until the retreat."

All three of them looked very unwell.

Although a fragment of a demon soul is not as valuable as a complete demon soul, it is still equivalent to the value of a low-grade spirit stone.

Moreover, the fact that they were able to steal the fragments of the demon's soul without making a sound shows that their stealth skills were quite sophisticated.

If it's an enemy, not a friend, then things will get complicated.

"Who are you hiding here? If you've got the guts, step forward and I'll give you a go!"

Butcher He raised his voice, and a blood-red aura of malevolence swirled up in a whirlwind, exuding murderous intent.

The mountains and forests were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

No one responded.

Li Feng lay motionless in the bushes.

Seeing this, Lu the carpenter could only sigh: "Forget it, it's probably a mountain spirit that stole it in the chaos. It's a pity that the fragment of the demon's soul is lost, but it's not worth making trouble over this."

"Let's pack up the loot we can take and leave this place as soon as possible, lest the Black Wind Bandits send people to ambush us."

Butcher He and Matchmaker Zhou exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

The three of them immediately sped up and began collecting their spoils.

Lu the carpenter carefully wrapped the ox horn in cloth and stuffed it into his bundle.

The beef was cut into large chunks by Butcher He, who tied it with leather ropes and carried it on his back.

The cow's heart and liver were packed into a red cloth bag by Zhou the matchmaker, while the cow's hooves and bones were tied together with ink thread by the carpenter for easy carrying.

After being divided up, the bull demon was left with only a huge skeleton and some scraps.

Each of the three carried a large bag of spoils and turned to walk down the mountain.

Li Feng lay prone in the bushes for a full hour, only slowly standing up after confirming that the three had indeed gone far away.

He walked to the remains of the bull demon and looked down at the pile of abandoned bones and scraps on the ground.

The three men took the most valuable parts, leaving behind only scraps of meat, cow skulls, spines, and some unwanted internal organs.

But in Li Feng's eyes, these scraps also exuded an alluring, demonic aura.

The minced meat still contained the spiritual power of the bull demon, the bull skull contained marrow, and the spinal cord in the spine was an even greater tonic.

If these bones and scraps of meat are cooked in a large cauldron, they can still be used to make a pot of spiritual soup.

Li Feng felt a surge of emotion.

In this world, perhaps even demons and monsters can be cooked and eaten.

Even immortals and Buddhas might not be inedible!

The fact that I ate beef tendons and beef heads before is enough to prove this point.

The flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow of demonic beasts all contain spiritual energy. After being cooked in a large cauldron, they can be transformed into pure spiritual power, which is an unparalleled tonic for him.

Cultivators from all walks of life toil away, meditating, battling demons, taking medicine and refining elixirs, all while worrying about going astray in their cultivation.

Li Feng only needs to find a demon beast, throw it into a cauldron, cook a pot of soup, and drink it to break through. How is this any different from cheating?