Ghost Immortal

Li Feng dragged the remains of the bull demon into a hidden mountain ravine, and then summoned Gao Feng to guard the entrance of the ravine as a security guard.

Moonlight shone into the mountain valley, where broken flesh and white bones littered the ground, exuding a bloody stench and a faint eerie aura.

These scraps, which the demon-hunting trio considered garbage, were a delicious pot of spiritual soup in Li Feng's eyes.

He took the small cauldron off his neck and infused it with spiritual power.

The bronze cauldron trembled in his palm, swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye returned to its original size of half a person's height, with its three legs plunging into the soil.

The inscriptions on the tripod gleamed with a faint blue light under the moonlight, as if they were breathing.

Li Feng threw the cow's skull, spine, bits of meat, and internal organs into the cauldron, then filled it with water from the mountain stream and covered it with the lid.

He piled up dry firewood under the three legs of the tripod and struck a flint.

The orange-red flames licked and ignited in the grooves at the bottom of the tripod legs.

Before long, a bubbling sound came from inside the cauldron, and milky white steam spewed out from the gaps in the lid.

This time, the spiritual energy was far less intense than that of the boiled ox head.

After all, they were just scraps.

The marrow in the bones and the remaining demonic energy in the scraps of meat, when combined, can at most be boiled into a pot of light soup.

But Li Feng didn't mind.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, and bone broth is soup.

After about half an hour, the soup in the cauldron turned milky white, with a thin layer of golden oil floating on the surface.

The marrow in the bones was cooked until it dissolved into the soup, and the scraps of meat were cooked until very tender, giving the whole pot of soup a fragrant aroma.

It transformed into a wisp of green smoke that soared straight into the sky, like incense offered to the heavens.

Li Feng picked up the wooden bowl, scooped up a bowlful, blew on the steam, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The broth was rich and flavorful, and a warm current flowed down the throat and into the lower abdomen, causing the Qi circulation in the lower abdomen to suddenly accelerate.

The spiritual root penetrated half an inch deeper into the dantian, but it was still a little short of reaching the nine-inch spiritual root.

"It's just scrap material; it's not chewy enough."

Undeterred, Li Feng fished out the bones from the cauldron, cracked them open, and revealed the white marrow inside.

These bone marrows are the real good stuff.

The marrow inside the bones contains the remaining essence of the bull demon's demonic power.

He used chopsticks to poke out the bone marrow and swallowed it along with the broth.

The bone marrow melts in your mouth, ten times thicker than the broth, and its spiritual energy flows like a small snake through your meridians.

After consuming all the bone marrow, the qi vortex in the dantian underwent a qualitative change, doubling in size.

Nine-inch spiritual root, done!

Li Feng opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

A thin layer of black impurities seeped out from the skin's surface; these were impurities expelled again during the breakthrough of the spiritual root.

With a nine-inch spiritual root, it's just one step away from reaching the perfect ten-inch size.

According to the tattered book, ten inches of spiritual root is a huge watershed in a cultivator's foundation.

In fact, regardless of the size of one's spiritual root, one can cultivate.

However, the stronger one's spiritual root talent, the more solid one's foundation.

The smoother your spiritual practice goes in the future, the further you will reach on the path of spiritual cultivation.

As for how to break through to the next step after reaching the tenth inch of spiritual root.

The words on the book were too blurry for him to read clearly.

After tidying up the cauldron and bowls, Li Feng washed the dirt off his face by the stream and then called Gao Feng to his side.

He pulled an oilcloth bag from his pocket. Inside the bag, the purple fragments of the demon soul were still warm and emitted a faint purple light.

Li Feng planned to keep this thing and sell it for money.

The fragments of the demon's soul should be the most valuable item on the bull demon's body.

There must be shops in Qingyan City that buy these kinds of things.

He was planning how to make his move after entering the city when a low, whistling sound suddenly came from behind him.

Li Feng turned around and saw that Gao Feng had somehow gotten close to him from behind.

Beneath the iron mask, his eerie green eyes stared intently at the fragment of the demon soul in his hand.

It let out a muffled whimper, like a starving dog smelling the aroma of meat.

"You want to eat this?"

Li Feng reached out his hand and tried to communicate with it.

Gaofeng can't speak, but the way it leans its head in says it all.

The armored corpse's body is sealed with a vengeful spirit that has been vengeful for a hundred years. The vengeful spirit has an instinctive desire to devour pure spiritual beings like demon souls.

For Li Feng, the fragments of demon souls were merely materials that could be sold for money, but for Gao Feng, they were supplements that could directly enhance his strength.

Li Feng hesitated for a moment, then handed over the fragment of the demon soul: "Alright, if it's good for you, then eat it."

Gao Feng stretched out his giant, bluish-gray hand and carefully took the purple ball of light, as if he were afraid of crushing an egg he had laid.

It brought the fragment of the demon's soul to its mouth and sucked hard.

The purple light cluster transformed into a wisp of purple smoke, which Gao Feng inhaled into his mouth.

The eerie green light beneath the iron mask surged, becoming blindingly bright.

A chilling and powerful demonic aura burst forth from Gaofeng's nostrils, stirring up a gust of wind in the mountain valley.

Li Feng was pushed back two steps by the shockwave, and he was secretly alarmed.

Such a powerful demonic aura!

Peak's body size expanded rapidly.

His original seven-foot-tall body grew three inches taller, and his shoulder width increased by half a foot.

The iron armor covering his entire body was stretched taut, and a faint purple light seeped out from the gaps between the armor plates.

Three-inch-long, bluish-black claws grew from its fingertips, the tips of which gleamed with a ghostly green light.

Above the iron mask, on the originally bald forehead, two small bumps suddenly appeared, as if something was growing out of the skull.

A promising talent?

No, it should be cow horns.

After Gao Feng swallowed the fragment of the demon soul, he actually grew out of the characteristics of a bull demon.

The resentful spirits and fragments of demonic souls within its body merged, resulting in a peculiar mutation.

The vengeful spirit itself is a purely yin and evil entity, while the fragments of the demon soul are the original power of the demon beast.

After combining the two, Gao Feng's strength directly broke through to the level of a ten-inch spiritual root.

Its ten-inch spiritual root strength is even higher than that of its master, Li Feng.

Gao Feng lowered his head, his dark green eyes filled with a faint purple light.

It knelt on one knee, bowed its head to Li Feng, and remained as submissive as before.

But Li Feng could sense that Gao Feng's strength was somewhat terrifying.

A corpse with a ten-inch spiritual root can even face a demon beast in the early stage of transformation head-on.

Get up.

Gao Feng stood up and silently retreated behind him.

Li Feng glanced at the two slightly protruding horns on Gao Feng's head and a thought struck him.

If this guy continues to devour demon souls, he might grow bull horns.

What should we call it then?

A cow-armored corpse? An iron cow corpse?

We'll think about a name later; the important thing now is to get into the city.

Qingyan City is about two hundred miles away from this mountainous area.

Li Feng led Gao Feng on a journey that lasted five days, traversing mountains and valleys, avoiding official roads and taking small paths, and bypassing villages whenever they encountered them.

Gao Feng's size is too eye-catching. It's no wonder that a nine-foot-tall iron-armored giant walking on the road would scare people away.

On the evening of the fifth day, Li Feng finally saw the city walls of Qingyan City.

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like blood.

The city wall of Qingyan City is built of dark blue boulders and is five zhang high. There is an arrow tower every ten steps on the city wall, and you can vaguely see patrolling soldiers in the arrow tower.

The surface of the city wall was covered with marks from sword and axe cuts, as well as dark red, old bloodstains, left by some unknown source.

A long queue stretched out at the city gate, including vendors carrying loads on shoulder poles, farmers pushing wheelbarrows, and a few wandering figures dressed in short clothes.

Two rows of soldiers stood on either side of the city gate, holding halberds and carrying swords at their waists, checking each person entering the city.

Li Feng did not enter the city immediately.

He went around to the mountains outside the city, found a secluded cave, and placed Gao Feng inside.

"Wait for me here. Don't wander off, don't eat people, and don't be eaten."

Gao Feng nodded silently, his eerie green eye sockets gleaming in the darkness, somewhat like a robot receiving a signal.

Li Feng then used the Breath Concealment Technique to suppress the fluctuations of spiritual energy within his body to the level of a three-inch spiritual root.

His aura of having a nine-inch spiritual root was too conspicuous, especially considering his young age.

In a city teeming with all sorts of people, revealing your strength will only invite unnecessary trouble.

A three-inch spiritual root is neither too high nor too low, just enough to protect oneself without attracting attention.

He tidied up his old clothes, brushed off the dust and grass clippings, and tied his hair into a bun with hemp rope, making him look like an ordinary country boy who had come to the city to visit relatives.

After everything was ready, Li Feng took advantage of the fact that it was not completely dark before walking quickly toward the city gate.