Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The banana spirit has lived for over a thousand years and has encountered all sorts of extraordinary people.

There were highly accomplished monks and demon hunters who could exorcise evil spirits, but this was the first time they had ever felt a chill run down their spines when facing this inexperienced young man.

It couldn't help but recall the time when the boy offered the gift not long ago, when he presented the Crimson Blood Silkworm he had been raising inside his body. It was after consuming that Crimson Blood Silkworm that it could no longer maintain its human form, especially when exposed to fire, it would reveal its true form and could only flee back to its original body to hide in a panic.

Few outsiders know that the only way to truly kill the tree spirit is to destroy its physical form.

It wasn't until the boy made his demands that the banana spirit suddenly realized what was happening.

It turns out he was proceeding step by step, deliberately forcing out its true form, intending to threaten it in order to ask just one question.

What a cunning and scheming brat!

"What...what did you add to that Crimson Blood Silkworm?" The banana spirit's voice trembled. The Crimson Blood Silkworm was supposed to be extremely nourishing, so how could it have backfired and damaged her demonic nature?

"Nothing special, it was just nourished with my blood for a while." Wu Li suddenly raised his eyes, his eyebrows slightly curved, his smile handsome, but the light in his eyes was ruthless and cold, making people shudder.

He leaned slightly forward, his tone gentle:

"How is it? The Crimson Blood Silkworms, nurtured with the purest blood, taste delicious?"

The banana spirit's pupils contracted, still reeling from the shock, when suddenly its body began to churn violently.

Wu Li had already turned around and strode to the second-floor railing, where he sat down leisurely.

He tilted his head and rested his chin on his hand, his black fingernails tapping lightly on the wooden railing as he leisurely watched the banana spirit convulsing and vomiting in a sorry state downstairs.

The banana spirit lay prostrate on the ground in a bizarre posture. With violent vomiting, its mouth opened wider and wider, and the "Qilao" human skin on its face was stretched to the point of almost bursting, revealing the rough, dark brown bark underneath.

The filth poured out like a floodgate opening, one after another. First came a still-wriggling crimson silkworm, then stark white bones mixed with rotting flesh and blood. Corpse fluid flowed everywhere, and the stench of decay permeated the air, almost soaking every floorboard on the first floor.

Wu Li's gaze inadvertently swept over the pillar that Chai Xiaomi was leaning against.

The girl was fast asleep, her breathing even and long. Her long braid hung loosely over her shoulders. When she closed her eyes, she lacked her usual liveliness but gained a touch of tranquility, making her appear even softer and more cuddly.

The filthy, sticky liquid was about to reach her feet.

Wu Li frowned deeply, suddenly remembering what she had just said about how much she hated filth.

If she woke up and found herself lying in such a mess, she would definitely nag endlessly. That would be one thing, but she might also cry incessantly like before, wiping her tears and snot all over his clothes.

Ugh, what a hassle.

With a dark expression, he leaped down and scooped up the girl's slender waist.

I wanted to carry him, but it got in the way. I wanted to carry him on my back, but that was inconvenient. In the end, I simply hoisted him onto my shoulder and sat back down on the second-floor railing.

In the past, it was common to carry heavy sacks and hunted animals in the village, but this was the first time they had carried something so light.

It's as soft as a cloud hanging on your shoulder.

She was wearing a Miao ethnic costume, with a top and bottom. The way the clothes were hung up caused the hem to lift slightly, revealing a small section of her waist. Her skin was clear and jade-like, with a faint pink hue.

Wu Li's breath hitched, and he abruptly turned his face away, unsure where to look. After a moment of hesitation, his gaze finally settled on the banana spirit.

By this time, it had vomited up most of its flesh, and its human skin had completely torn apart, leaving only a human-shaped tree trunk. All the virgins it had swallowed in the past had been vomited out, and its demonic power had also greatly diminished.

The banana spirit, vomiting and pleading, cried out, "Please, young master... please have mercy! It's a hundred times harder for my tree spirit clan to cultivate into human form than for other clans... Whatever you want to know, I... I'll tell you everything!"

It couldn't understand how its millennia of cultivation could be so easily defeated by this young man. He clearly hadn't done anything, yet he had used some kind of witchcraft to render it powerless, leaving it with no choice but to vomit up all the cultivation supplements it had painstakingly refined.

Finally, after it begged for mercy in every way, the turbulent power within its body suddenly subsided.

The banana spirit collapsed to the ground, slowly raising its head to look up at the two figures on the railing.

The young man hoisted the sleeping girl onto his shoulder, one hand firmly encircling her legs. He lazily lifted his eyelids, his tone calm, yet revealing a wicked air of nonchalant arrogance:

"It's a minor issue. Where can one find the 'Three Lives' flower of the other shore?"

The banana spirit's expression changed.

Such a simple problem has caused such a commotion.

Although the question is simple, ordinary demons and monsters might not know the answer. The banana spirit has lived for a long time and is intimately connected with the land and plants. No one knows better than it where the rare flowers and exotic plants grow, especially such a rare spiritual plant as the "Three Lives of the Other Shore Flower".

However, apart from its bizarre and colorful appearance and its ornamental value, this flower seems to have no other use.

Unless... it's used to remove the curse.

Legend has it that this flower can cure all kinds of poisons in the world.

A young man skilled in using Gu poison was seeking a way to cure it, which made Basho suspicious.

Those who cast Gu poison often possess the ability to undo it, unless they have planted the most malevolent Five Poison Gu. Gu cultivated with the five poisons are exceptionally ferocious, and ordinary methods of undoing them are utterly ineffective.

"Within Liangya Prefecture, there is a town called Youquan. At the bottom of the spring in the town lies a Three Lives Stone, and beside the stone grows the Three Lives Other Shore Flower." The banana spirit's voice was weak, but she still forced herself to speak. "However, it is said that the bottom of that spring leads directly to the underworld, and those who pick the flowers... often never return."

It forced a smile and tentatively asked, "Young master, is the cure you seek for a Gu poison made from the Five Poisons?"

"So what if it is?" Wu Li said calmly.

"I'm not bragging, but I've lived to this age and eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Why don't you tell me what kind of Gu you want to cure? I don't know about other Gu, but if it's a love Gu—"

The banana spirit drawled out the last syllable and lowered her voice: "I once heard someone mention another way to break the curse. It is enough for the person who cast the curse to swallow the blood of the person who cast it when they have sex. The curse will then be broken."

After saying that, it added, "Of course, this is just hearsay and may not be true..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man coldly called out, "Red Dragon."

The snake's head suddenly burrowed into the tree roots underground, moving among the tangled roots.

The banana spirit stared in astonishment, its eyes wide: "What are you going to do?"

Its demon core is hidden in its root system!

"It's like discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose. We've asked everything we needed to..."

Wu Li's lips curved slightly, her voice carrying an almost naive cruelty, as gentle as if she were talking to herself.

"Then you're useless. You've had your fill of a thousand years of pleasure, old man. Now, obediently go and die."

The night wind blew through the broken window frame, lifting the fine black hair on his forehead and revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes that held a smile yet were empty and lonely.

The silver ornaments in her hair were lifted by the wind, making a soft, tinkling sound, like a death knell.

"Brother! Little brother—"

"Are you alright? Are you still inside?"

Shouts came from outside, and a sword aura as sharp as frost cleaved through the window and cut through the wind!

As the sword flashed, several thick vines snapped in two, sending fragments flying. The banana spirit let out a mournful howl, and thick sap gushed from its severed limbs.

In the darkness outside the building, Jiang Zhiyu's voice was urgent.

He and Song Yueyao escaped the illusion using the Illusionary Stone. Knowing that this demon was no easy opponent, they hurriedly went back to retrieve the Feather Sword.