The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 45 People Come to the Pig Slaughterhouse (Please continue reading)
"May I ask which ghost lord graces Zhishanfang with his presence?"

"Zhu San greets you!"

The red-maned old pig stopped in front of the workshop, watching the scene of the ghostly laughter and cruel slaughter of the pig demon. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, struggling for several breaths before finally lowering his head and bowing respectfully to the exquisite ghost girl.

"Have you actually learned a thing or two about how to be human?"

The woman slightly raised her right hand, and the blood-red nails against her fair, jade-like hand created a striking visual contrast.

With a slender, jade-like hand, a crimson streak appeared out of nowhere, flashing across the void. In the next instant, the outer corridor of Zhishanfang was torn apart by four huge claw marks. Even the old red-maned boar had its armor split open, as one of the claw marks grabbed its arm, and the wound immediately became cold, numb, and painful.

Why do you want to disturb my Zhishanfang?

"My Zhuxian Meat Shop abides by the law and regulations. Even the meat from various places is purchased with real money. We have never had any grudges with any faction!"

Why are you disturbing my shop?

The old pig, clutching his shoulder, got up again. Amidst a barrage of questions, his aura grew increasingly terrifying, and his figure suddenly rose a notch, almost reaching the ceiling of the woodworking shop.

The paper spirit remained smiling, only the rose color on her fingertips grew even more vibrant, as if it were about to drip blood.

"Ha, is it true that you can't obey the law if you eat people?"

A disdainful laugh rang out from outside the neighborhood.

The old red-maned pig turned around following the sound and discovered that a dark cloud had already covered the area outside the village, and it was drizzling.

A gloomy young man, carrying a pale lantern, strolled leisurely into the neighborhood from the gloomy rain, jokingly saying something.

“That meat was bought from various places with money in the neighborhood. The money and goods have long been settled, it’s only natural.”

"This gentleman should also be aware of the customs of my southern lands, right?"

Old Pig's expression grew colder. With a forceful tear at the wound, he ripped off a large piece of flesh from the arm to the chest, leaving most of the shoulder a bloody mess, with crimson blood gushing out.

Sure enough, the piece of red pigskin on the ground stood up strangely, as if it were learning to walk. It twisted a few times before finally collapsing completely.

When I saw the demon skin again, it had already turned into a square piece of red paper, about two feet in diameter, and the spiritual power contained on it was much richer than that of the Hundred-Eyed Spirit Paper!

The petite ghost girl beside him swayed gracefully, her waist seemingly so slender it could be grasped. With each step she moved, she walked to the demon paper, bent down and picked it up. A smile immediately appeared on her face amidst the boundless scenery.

"Oh? Well, that's good now."

The Taoist priest spread his left hand and looked at the woman beside him with a helpless smile, but his face was definitely not that of a good Taoist priest!
According to you.

"My lord also enjoys collecting trinkets, so it's only natural that I indulge her quirks, right?"

Damn!

Old Pig, protecting his mangled left chest, quickly dodged away, avoiding the black light that pierced through the cracked beam, his eyes fixed fiercely on the gloomy young man.

"What a wicked Taoist priest!"

At this moment, the old demon Zhu San could clearly see that this smiling, deadly Taoist priest had come to challenge him.

"Children, let's do it!"

This powerful, angry roar soared to the heavens and echoed throughout the mountain village.

Immediately afterwards, in the warehouse, the butcher shop, and the stewing room, one after another, boar-headed, human-bodied monsters kicked open the wooden doors and rushed in, each wielding a sword.

There was a burly boar demon who was in charge of dismembering and bone-removing, holding a bone-chopping knife that was half a person's height, who kicked open the door;

There was a hairless pig demon that had been cleansing its intestines of blood, its claws gripping rusty iron shears, snorting arrogantly.
There was a white-haired boar demon that specialized in crushing bones, dragging a large, square hammer that left a long trail of sparks on the ground;

There was a black-footed boar monster roasting fragrant meat. It was huge, with a pipe in its ferocious mouth and menacing tusks. When it moved, even the bluestone floor would shake.

One after another, old pigs emerged from the butcher shop, and the strong smell of fish and oil quickly filled the air.

"Three grandpas!"

"Third Grandpa~"

That enormous monster, with a pig's head and standing upright, had thick, old skin and bristles that bristled like steel needles. Its large ears were covered in red velvet, its snout was split open, and its yellow teeth hung up like hooks. Each of them drew their weapons and swarmed past like bees.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty giant pig demons surrounded the four people outside the workshop. Their towering bodies were foul-smelling and exuded an unspeakable malice.

"This evil Taoist priest doesn't follow the rules and dares to trespass on my mountain. Go and chop him up!"

The red-maned old boar casually tore off the inner plaster from its armor and wrapped it whole around the mangled, bloody left chest. Ignoring the blood still dripping down, it grabbed a chaff-cut broadsword from the market and charged forward. As the saying goes, demons dwell in the marketplace, and the old boar sat in the center. The horde of monsters, their teeth sharp and their faces filled with malice, brandished their weapons, about to skin the young Taoist priest before them, remove his entrails, cook him, decapitate him, and make him a delicious dish of white meat.

The stench wafted towards him, and Li Qing's expression grew cold. He opened the gourd at his waist, and a chilling wind instantly appeared, whipping up a deluge of white paper. Then, a poem was recited:
“Cut the paper of yin and yang to make a boat, and splatter blood on the furnace to imprison life.”

"Tear off a piece of human skin to make armor, fold the corners of yellow paper to cast a hook."

"The slaughterers will fill the entire family with mounds of corpses, and then they will draw titles from the mountain spirits."

Li Qing's loud shout overlapped with the light laughter of the licentious master. Immediately afterwards, the white paper in the sky seemed to change from a distance, folding into nine-foot-tall scholars, their clothes pale, as if painted with mud and ink, their cheeks blushing strangely.

Peeling the skin and using it as paper, papermaking can become rampant.

The paper demon flipped out a red demon paper from its hand, and a bleak gloom was splashed onto the blood-stained paper as a petition. Invisibly, it stirred the energy of the paper figures, and dark runes slowly began to writhe in the dark pupils of their eyes.

The next instant, the paper figure's dark eyes opened, and it immediately came to life, floating straight up like a boneless human skin.

The monstrous pig-headed creature, its tusks drooling, pawed at the ground and, with a low growl, brandished its bone-crushing hammer and charged forward.

Upon colliding with the paper figures, they broke through the wooden wall and fell out together!
The red-maned old pig, wielding a gnawed broadsword, and the black-footed monster, swinging a bone-crushing giant hammer, were charging towards Li Qing and the tyrannical master.

With a crisp clang, the eerie light that the gloomy youth had flicked between his two fingers was slapped away by the red-maned boar demon, Zhu Sanyi. At this moment, it finally saw the true form of the eerie light: it was a black dog nail.
"You damned demon, do you think all these sneaky tricks give you the audacity to court death?"

"What do you think my Zhishanfang is?"

Old Pig Zhu San's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth. His three-zhang-tall demonic body smashed through four or five beams and pillars at the same time, and he chopped at the Taoist priest with his sword.

The other black-footed boar monster also stood upright for 28 feet, lunging to crush the exquisite paper scepter.

"A heretic? Hmph!"

Despite the old boar's bloodshot eyes, Li Qing turned around and transformed into countless pieces of paper that fluttered down, easily causing the old monster to miss its target. After crashing into the market gate, the scattered pieces of paper gathered again, and the blue-clad youth reappeared in the same spot.

"You wild boar, you've only managed to learn a little bit of human skills."

"In this land of Tiannan, you can't even recognize these four colors of Taoist robes: blue, green, red, and purple. You deserve to die!"

Li Qing snorted coldly, seemingly displeased with the term "demonic Taoist."

With a flick of his finger, the eerie blue fire within the stone on his index finger ignited. Then, with a flick of his fingertip, a ten-foot-long fire whip lashed out, crackling and snapping four times across the old demon's back.

The smell of burning had just filled the air when the red mane on the old boar's back was completely ignited by the true fire. The true fire was unpredictable; when it landed on the flesh, it burst into flames even more fiercely. The pain made the old boar's blood rush to its head, and it rolled on the ground, instantly transforming into a red-skinned wild boar the size of a room. It even angrily pushed over the roof of the market stalls and charged madly towards Li Qing.

"Old wild boar, isn't it time to throw a tantrum?"

The gourd at Li Qing's waist suddenly opened, and strands of spiritual paper fluttered out, gathering around Li Qing and folding into four or five paper guns in an instant!

Without using any magic, the Taoist priest circulated his vast Qi throughout the heavens, caught the several eighteen-foot-long paper spears with his bare hands, and with his true Qi covering them, they became as strong as fine steel and indestructible.

Then he raised the paper gun again and threw it down with all his might, one, two, three...

The pale white spear immediately pierced the flesh, carrying immense true energy, and impaled the wild boar, whose eyes were bloodshot and which was determined to destroy the entire mountain village, in the ground.

The sound of "thud thud thud" as the paper spears pierced flesh rang out. They first pierced its lungs, then shattered its spine, pierced its throat, and finally struck its heart, drawing blood!

The old demon's howl was choked back by the pierced trachea.

Li Qing lifted the last paper spear with one hand, looked around, and saw that the black-footed boar monster was also being pressed to the ground by the exquisite paper demon with one hand, and was being skinned alive with trickery. He felt relieved and casually tossed the paper spear, which pierced through a ferocious boar demon that was lifting the paper figure up...

All unorthodox methods are good for protecting one's path, but none can compare to the immortal path where one's life is in one's own hands!
Wandering among the battlefields where pig demons and paper figures fought, whenever a pig's head went berserk and bumped into her, Li Qing would simply channel her true qi through her five fingers and smash the head of that ignorant pig demon with a single punch.

The roars of pigs and the eerie laughter of paper figures mingled in the air. Li Qing stepped into the workshop through the gap in the already broken wooden wall and walked for about ten feet.

Inside the seemingly endless market town, earthen bricks were piled up to form uneven gullies. In these gullies, bonfires burned continuously, and above the embers, countless large pieces of meat were pierced through iron hooks and hung in the vast simmering room.

There were whole sheep stretched out; spirit deer ridden on horseback; giant pythons bound together with iron plates, their heads and tails cut off; and even a whole pig demon...

Of course, there are also headless, drooping "two-legged sheep"!
The chest and abdomen are cut open, the internal organs are removed, and nothing is left. The meat is then roasted over charcoal in this Zhishanfang area until it turns golden brown, with glistening oil droplets half-falling off. This has become a strange tale of the ten-mile-long meat forest.

However, Li Qing stood in this dimly lit forest of flesh and felt a chill run down her spine.

Before he could make a move, another pig demon, wielding a knife and using a piece of paper as a shield, crashed through the wall and entered. The paper figure was impervious to stabs and cuts; it was so light that no matter how he bumped into it, it was as if he had hit cotton, unable to gain any leverage.

But once it fell into the charcoal fire, the paper figure seemed to have encountered a natural enemy or taboo. All its strangenesses turned into ashes and scattered away as soon as it was ignited in the charcoal fire.

Seeing the paper figures scatter, the pig demon grunted and snorted as it raised its knife. Turning its head, it saw the Taoist priest again, its ferocious nature fully revealed. However, before it could rush forward, another burst of fire enveloped it, instantly turning it into a blue-green fire figure and burning it to ashes...

(End of this chapter)