Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

The two people arguing and trash-talking in the sky were unaware that a little guy on the ground was curiously looking up at the sky, staring intently at the thick clouds.

"Calmed down?"

Looking at the sky with a puzzled expression.

He didn't know if others noticed, but Lu Cheng definitely heard a lot of noise, like two women fighting in the sky, and then they talked to each other for half an hour before they stopped.

However, the voices he heard were intermittent, probably because your power was incomplete. For some reason, Lu Cheng felt that both female voices were very familiar.

One of them should be Ji Xiaoxiao's voice, but who is the other one? Just listening to the voice is exciting; it has that seductive, foxy quality.

At this moment, he was unaware that the electricity charged in his spiritual root was intricately connected to that fox spirit. Seeing that the live broadcast had ended, he continued to bury himself in his work.

He had already arranged all the hundreds of corpses neatly. He was already in good health, and now that he had broken through to the initial stage and tempered his body, dealing with these corpses was even easier for him.

"Another one, another one, oh my god, sob sob sob, oh my god!"

He rolled his eyes.

His expression was ecstatic; anyone who didn't know better would think he was doing *that*, that he had some kind of peculiar fetish. But in reality, he was just absorbing the energy of the dead corpses.

His spiritual root changed from pure black to purple again. In just half a day, the color of his spiritual root was filled with a large amount of purple. Lu Cheng realized that the spiritual root would change color every time it was filled and would also unlock some new functions waiting for him to develop.

However, the further he progresses, the more energy his spiritual root needs. Now, Lu Cheng can sense that the purple aura that demonic energy can impart to his spiritual root when it enters his body is limited, and he estimates that it won't be able to reach the next color.

His spiritual energy was circulating wildly within his body, and with the Qi-inducing pill in his mouth, his cultivation speed could no longer be described as swift; it could be described as outrageous.

The realm that others take decades to comprehend rises rapidly in his hands as if he doesn't care about his life. His dantian gradually takes shape in his body, somewhat like a spittoon... no, a small teacup.

If Han Guang were to take a look, he would immediately tell Lu Cheng what realm he is currently in: the stage of drawing qi into the body and beginning to transform spiritual energy into liquid.

In layman's terms, he is already old enough to begin learning about Foundation Establishment.

"Wow, there's an unexpected bonus!"

He secretly slipped a small lump of gold into his pocket, glanced around and found no one there. Usually, these cultivators from the Demon Suppression Division were all arrogant and disdainful of such menial tasks. They were only allowed to personally loot the place when a cultivator had died tragically.

But now that this great job has fallen into his lap, he naturally has to make the most of it.

His little hands were always groping around his body, whether it was an occupational hazard or a guilty conscience, Lu Cheng's eyes would always dart around when he was searching. Now that there were no familiar colleagues around, he would have almost gotten into a fight with his peers in the past.

There were hundreds of corpse-carrying men in the entire Jingnan City, but they all died tragically in just a few days. Although the official announcement stated that only 100 people were killed or injured, if you calculate carefully, there are probably more than 500.

"No wonder Lord Huang said that he can't find any new corpse draggers lately. Given the level of danger, I doubt many people would be willing to do the job."

"A single outbreak of demonic energy almost wiped out the entire case. Who could withstand that? If it weren't for my powerful father, I'd probably be two feet old by now."

"But why can't this be absorbed?"

Outstretched curiously.

A faint wisp of demonic energy swirled and flowed in his hand. This wisp of demonic energy was significantly weaker than the one he had absorbed. It could neither reveal the memories of others nor be used for his own purposes, and it was extremely faint, dissipating with a single breath.

The vast majority of the gruesome corpses were filled with this kind of demonic energy. Lu Cheng could now sense those unclean things, and he soon realized what was going on.

"Could it be that the demonic energy I absorbed is special, something that the celestial being deliberately distributed to its subordinates?"

"Tsk, why are you being picky about food!"

Lu Cheng's intuition was very accurate.

No, it should be that his powerful father gave him many abilities that he himself was unaware of. It's like when others look up at the sky and can't see anything, but he feels like he's watching a live stream with extremely low resolution.

Based on their conversation, he roughly knew that the conditions for activating the "Hanging Father" were extremely demanding. If it weren't for this accident, he probably wouldn't have been able to awaken it even after a lifetime of exposure to ordinary demonic energy.

"By the way, how's the fight going between those two up there?"

Looking at the gradually dissipating dark clouds, the entire Jingnan was once again bathed in sunshine and clear skies. Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel a little curious. Judging from this situation, had Ji Xiaoxiao won?

"Right, now that she's won, wouldn't it be perfect if I went back now and caught her coming out of seclusion? Yes, let's go!"

Raising an eyebrow, the thought of seeing the wealthy Lu Cheng again filled him with barely suppressed excitement. He quickly marked the problematic corpses he had already selected, dragged them aside, and then wrapped the generous business owners in mats...

They have a lot of inheritance.

Of course, Huang Zhao had to prioritize dealing with the generous boss, Lu Cheng. He even prepared a cart and quickly piled the bodies onto it one by one. As if he didn't think he had taken away enough at once, he even tied one of the bodies directly to his back.

"Hey bro, don't be picky, this is a VIP spot, let's go top lane!"

creak-

The small cart began to move, wobbling slightly.

The astonishing power even made the passing rogue cultivators turn around in surprise. Although Lu Cheng was only at the initial stage, his physique was too exaggerated. He could drag hundreds of kilograms of things all over the mountains and fields before, let alone after reaching the initial stage.

but.

He was unaware that his superior physique was due to his consumption of demonic beast flesh and blood for two or three years.

Whether it's soup, stir-fry, deep-fry, or steamed, the "pork" he eats every night is actually a carefully selected product of someone, each piece incredibly expensive, each piece made from the flesh and blood of a fourth-tier or higher demon beast...

As for that unassuming rich woman, she's currently peeking at erotic films in a corner of the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

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"Cough, cough, cough!"

He covered his mouth tightly.

His body was trembling violently, and he was soaked in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Her slender fingers gripped her lips tightly, as if trying to hide her vulnerability, but blood still stained her veil, dripping down her fingertips, making her look miserable and helpless.

"call……"

After taking a quiet breath, Ji Xiaoxiao seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground, without saying a word.

She was indeed injured, and seriously so. Not only did she suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, but she also had to fight a thousand-year-old demon.

But when she thought of the fox spirit's last words, a cold glint flashed in Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes.

"Nourishing Yin and Yang? Ha, although this method can replenish one's body, I would rather die than resort to such a despicable trick."

"...Finally, we've gotten rid of the most difficult person. We should be able to see that little guy today."

"His name is Lu Cheng, right?"