Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 59 Eating Raw
"Cough cough!" Tu Shanling gasped for breath, his gaze fixed on Lin Le's direction.

do you died?
Tu Shanling's eyes unconsciously drifted toward the figure that had been standing at the wellhead since the middle of the game.

Seeing that the figure did not make any movement, Tu Shanling's heart sank immediately. It could tell that Lin Le and this snake demon had a very good relationship.

The fact that the snake demon hasn't made a move means that it's absolutely certain that Lin Le won't die.

Wow!

Just as Tu Shanling had expected, Lin Le sprang to his feet from the ruins with a quick movement, and the red silk handkerchief close to his body carefully swept away the dust for him.

"Heh~ Ugh!" Lin Le spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and looked at Tu Shanling. "Any more tricks up your sleeve?"

"How are you alright?" Tu Shanling roared. "That was a full-force attack from an eleventh-level cultivator! Even if the person next to you was injured!"

"Because my father left me something to save my life!" Lin Le grinned, revealing his bloodshot, cold teeth, and the yellow silk in his arms became unusually bright.

After becoming a cultivator, Lin Le tested his strength again, this time with the yellow silk left by his father as his target. Unexpectedly, even after becoming a cultivator, he was still able to tear it.

Moreover, not only did it not break, it actually absorbed the true qi.

After numerous tests, Lin Le was able to confirm that this thing had an extremely high limit for absorbing true qi and was also extremely tough, making it an excellent trump card for self-defense.

"Do you still have that wooden plaque? Come on, try again!" Lin Le grinned maliciously at Tu Shanling.

"Woo!" Tu Shanling made a muffled sound in its throat, and the next second, it immediately turned around and fled.

"I told you, don't even think about escaping." Qingli exhaled a puff of white breath, which then swept towards Tushan Ridge.

Unexpectedly, Tu Shanling spat out another wooden talisman from his body and then crushed it.

A black cone immediately struck the white wind.

I didn't expect I had one!
Tu Shanling glanced at Qingli with a hint of mockery in its eyes, and then it saw that Qingli's snake eyes also held a playful expression.

With a sudden jolt, Tu Shanling looked at the black cone, only to see it scatter like sand when the white wind blew.

"Impossible!" Tu Shanling roared.

“Nothing is impossible,” Qingli said slowly, controlling the white wind to sweep back to Tushan Ridge. “I’ve already told you, you’re just a bunch of scruffy foxes.”

Just as Lin Le is invincible among his peers and can even fight across realms, Qing Li is no ordinary snake demon. Although she is not as monstrous as Lin Le, she can easily suppress a scruffy fox at the eleventh level.

"Let me go, let me go, I can give myself to you!"

Before Tu Shanling could finish speaking, he was punched back.

Lin Le lifted its head, revealing a sinister smile: "Have you ever heard of being torn to pieces?"

Tu Shanling, whose mouth was bound by a red ribbon, showed a hint of fear on his face, and a fishy smell emanated from his tail.

"Don't worry, you'll watch yourself die bit by bit!" Lin Le picked up the Yin Sword from the Yin-Yang Sword and deftly cut open Tu Shanling's fur, then sliced ​​off a piece of flesh.

Lin Le stuffed the meat into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it under Tu Shanling's terrified gaze, and said, "You eat me, I eat you, it's fair!"

"Woo woo woo!" Tu Shanling cried out in terror, but it couldn't stop pieces of its flesh from being sliced ​​off.

From night until sunrise, Qingli stood quietly at the wellhead, watching the boy devour his father's killer.

It didn't find anything absurd or bloody. After all, it was a snake, a snake that grew up in the wild, and it was used to such bloody scenes. On the contrary, it felt that Lin Le had a unique kind of evil charm at this moment, and was very handsome.

With a gurgling sound, Lin Le swallowed the last piece of meat, while Tu Shanling, clinging to life with the last breath of rebirth, also completely lost his breath.

"Are you satisfied now?" Qingli leaned closer to Lin Le and asked.

"The great hatred has been resolved, but the lingering resentment remains." Lin Le looked at the fox head in his hand and had the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) tucked into his belt. "To cut the weeds, one must nip them in the bud!"

"Still so bloodthirsty." Qingli shook her head slightly. "Forget it, let's go back and rest. You're tired, and so am I. I went to a lot of trouble to shield you from the commotion." "Thank you," Lin Le said softly.

"Hmm," Qingli hummed softly, her eyes curving like crescent moons. She then led Lin Le away, cleaning up any traces that might have been left behind.

When the constables arrived, they looked at the messy and broken courtyard and couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances. Some of the constables looked at the traces but couldn't glean much information.

We can only conclude that at least six levels of cultivators fought here.

In the rented courtyard, Lin Le woke up leisurely and saw two white clouds floating in the blue sky.

The white clouds drifted lazily by, yet seemed somewhat unreal, and Lin Le couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.

What do clouds feel like? They're cool, and a bit like cotton candy.

"Oh, you're awake!" A soft, charming voice came from above.

Lin Le blinked again, somewhat puzzled: "Qing Li?"

"It's me." A pair of hands helped Lin Le up, and then Lin Le saw a pretty face that was both aloof and charming.

"You've transformed into human form?" Lin Le asked, filled with doubt and disbelief.

You should know that for a demon to take human form, it must be at the Golden Core stage.

"No," Qingli shook her head. "It's just a temporary transformation."

"Transformation?" Lin Le suddenly realized that some spells could indeed cause a transformation effect.

He glanced at Qingli and saw that her upper body was human-shaped, while her lower body was snake-shaped, connected to the well.

"Can you teach me?" Lin Le asked curiously. Although the Thirteen Revolutions of Dou Tian also had the effect of changing body shape, the effect was definitely not as magical as the shape-changing technique that Qing Li had mentioned.

It would be great if I could learn it.

"Sure, it's your spoils anyway." Qingli nodded, then said, "But it's a little uncomfortable for me to touch it like that."

Lin Le blushed instantly and quickly let go of his hand: "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"It's okay." Qingli looked at Lin Le, whose face was flushed, and smiled slightly. "Oh, by the way, you still call for your mother when you sleep."

Lin Le's face turned even redder, and then he noticed the problem that had just been overlooked.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes!" Lin Le shouted.

As he spoke, the Hun Tian Ling automatically wrapped around Qing Li's body, covering her porcelain-like skin.

However, half-exposed seems more alluring than fully exposed.

"Your transformation technique isn't up to par yet." Qingli shrugged. "Here, here's your reward."

As she spoke, Qingli tossed a leather bag to Lin Le: "This leather bag is also a good thing. It should be the stomach or something of a demon race that has developed spatial abilities. With a little refining, it can become a decent storage bag."

"Did you take your share?" Lin Le asked, taking the bag.

"I've already taken it, otherwise how did I acquire this transformation technique?" Qingli lifted the tattered object again, causing it to sway.

Lin Le's face, which had just calmed down, flushed red again, and she turned her head away.

Qingli's lips curved into a smile, carrying a hint of mischief.

Clearly, she did it on purpose.

Please remember to read it on Monday, please!
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