Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

"I did my best."

Inside the inn in the county town, Cangli sat dejectedly in the room.

He took out jade slips one by one from his storage ring: "Tao Guan brought many juniors from Hengshui with him this time. They were divided into three groups, one of which was Wang Lang and others who were going to Yuzhou."

"Several others stayed by his side and are currently indulging in revelry in Tongzhou City."

"The rest of them live not far from here, in a quiet and secluded place."

During this period, Cangli had thoroughly investigated the movements of this group of immortal descendants: "I heard that in addition to causing trouble for the Luo family, they were also preparing birthday gifts for Madam Deng."

"Madam Deng was the principal wife of Prince Hengshui."

He raised his head and forced a smile as he explained to Lin Shu, "It's not a good thing if word gets out that Wangsun is fighting over someone's affections in the building. Madam Deng can't control him, so she must have a lot of resentment in her heart."

"It is said that they have captured most of the girls who were present at the time, and plan to ask Wang Hong to use them to create a picture of a dragon girl offering a treasure."

"These women are really unlucky."

Although Cangli didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he couldn't help but sigh: "Shuyu Pavilion only receives important figures, so the girls inside are definitely not ordinary women. They are all carefully selected from the disciples of various families, and their looks and figures are all top-notch."

"They thought they were going to join a sect to cultivate immortality, but they ended up in a brothel and started learning how to serve men."

"That was bad enough, but to suffer this undeserved disaster in the end, tsk tsk."

He chatted idly, but failed to distract the other two.

"Where's the help?" Su Xin asked earnestly.

"..."

Cangli's eyes twitched twice, and he sighed helplessly.

He took out a letter from his sleeve and showed Su Xin the red seal on it: "I couldn't see the other person's face, but this is proof. This seal is from the Luo family. Only an experienced senior who has served them for many years is qualified to obtain it."

"Their strength is definitely not lacking."

With that, Cangli forced a stiff smile: "I guess we've got half of it sorted out, right?"

The room was quiet.

Su Xin stared silently at the letter, then turned her gaze to the young man to her side.

Lin Shu gazed at Cang Li quietly for a moment, then gently shook his head: "There is no such saying."

This is a serious matter of murder and robbery.

How could anyone risk their life on something as simple as "half done"?

Because of what happened last time, Lin Shu had already lowered his expectations for the demon king Cang Li as much as possible. He didn't expect the other party to bring a group of good fighters, but at least he should have one or two.

After a lot of searching, we finally found half of it.

Lin Shu didn't recognize the Luo family seal. He only knew that unless he was crazy, he would seek out someone who was clearly trying to be a pawn in the scheme and use them as a so-called ally.

Joining the Heavenly Demon Palace is the dream of most demons.

According to Cangli, this person's status in the Luo family's heart is likely even higher than his, so the other party is probably only half a step away from stepping into this sacred place in their hearts.

In this way, not only could Lin Shu not hope for his help, she also had to worry that he would resort to underhanded tactics to steal credit.

Even if you want to make money, this isn't the way to do it.

"call."

Cangli had gradually gotten used to this young man making decisions in place of Suxin.

He also knew how far-fetched this sounded.

Years of hard work, and it seemed like the rewards were just around the corner, but in the end it all seemed like a mirage.

Thinking of this, Cangli lowered her head, rubbing her hair in despair, and said in a hoarse voice, "So what do you mean?"

"..."

The sorrow in the eyes of the painted-face man was palpable to anyone who saw it.

But Lin Shu didn't let her emotions cloud her judgment. Instead, she said decisively, "Let's disperse and wait for another opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Cangli slowly raised his head after a long while. He stared at the young man in front of him and suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In the past, he would have definitely made a few sarcastic remarks to vent his resentment and try to provoke the other party to see if he could make them act impulsively.

But now, Cangli simply lowered his hand in dejection: "No wonder those demon lords of Yongzhou respect you, a junior, so much. You are much stronger than me."

In a short period of time, the young man surnamed Lin not only demonstrated his overwhelming strength among his peers, but also his decisiveness when he saw an opportunity for profit, and his ability to let go when he realized that things were not going to work out.

Such a person cannot be swayed by a few words.

"Let's retreat."

The leopard swayed as it stood up.

He knew better than anyone that Lin Shu's decision was the right one.

The mysterious demon king who entrusted him with the letter from the Luo family was absolutely not someone to whom he could entrust his trust, let alone his life.

"Wait a minute." Just then, Lin Shu changed the subject.

"What do you mean?" Cangli looked over in confusion.

"We can't have come all this way for nothing." Lin Shu looked out the window thoughtfully.

"You brat." Cangli instantly understood what the other party meant and shook his head, saying, "It's not worth it. Hengshui and his gang of bastards may not be high-level, but they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. Even with my cultivation, it would be difficult for me to get close to them silently."

"If they receive an early warning, there is a risk of information leakage, and then..."

Just like in Yuzhou, Wang Lang and his group not only discovered the existence of the Cangli, but also made preparations in advance.

They couldn't defeat the Demon King, but they had plenty of ways to toy with him.

If these immortal descendants smell their presence, as long as they don't encounter them unexpectedly, even if they can't escape with their lives, they can still get the news to Tao Guan without any problem.

As Cangli was speaking, he suddenly realized something.

If Tao Guan receives the news, wouldn't that be exactly what he wants? At that time, even if Su Xin is unwilling to get involved, she will have no choice but to take action.

"Wait, I almost forgot about your methods."

Cangli patted his forehead, a look of envy on his face.

He sought out various techniques and mastered a skill in concealing his aura, but he could only reach his current level. Compared to the young man opposite him, he was like a small fry compared to a big fish.

This little demon king can completely conceal his aura without revealing it in the slightest.

Such a method, which can still be effective even when separated by a major realm, is very likely the legendary "Tribulation Repelling Technique".

During the Foundation Establishment stage, this spiritual root is not only difficult to condense compared to those offensive and protective methods, but it also seems to be of little use.

By the time one truly discovers its wonders, it's too late to turn back.

"That's right. We've wasted so much time, we can't let you come all this way for nothing." Cangli sighed and rubbed his wrist. "I can't get close silently, but I can keep watch for you from a distance, just in case."

"The usual rules."

Lin Shu turned and headed outside: "The credit is yours, the rest is mine."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Cangli paused slightly.

He smiled with a slightly complicated expression.

Alright, although the Little Demon King has never shown the Old Demon King any respect, his conduct in dealing with people is truly impeccable.

Including Wang Lang, he had already taken advantage of the other party twice.

"You two, doing this again!"

Su Xin wasn't good at hiding her whereabouts, so she had been staying at the inn these past few days.

For some reason, she suddenly realized that she was the burden.

This time, after coming from Dragon Ridge, not only did they do nothing, but now, in matters big and small, both of them have begun to tacitly ignore her opinions.

"You should pack your things as soon as possible and prepare to return to Yongzhou."

Cangli turned around and casually made a sarcastic remark.

After temporarily letting go of his obsession, he felt much more relaxed.

……

Tongzhou Prefecture City, on the outskirts of Tianlu County.

The place is built like a farmhouse owned by a wealthy country gentleman, covering a vast area and offering a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.

We walked down the gravel path and entered the courtyard deep inside the farm.

The most eye-catching feature is the giant tree that is over ten zhang tall, with strong roots and a gnarled trunk that resembles a coiled dragon soaring into the sky.

It is called a big tree, but it has no dense leaves. It is more like a dark tourmaline. The trunk becomes thinner as it goes up, with sharp forked branches that are curved like candlesticks.

At the top of the giant tree, ten slender branches stretch out, as if held up by two palms, subtly implying the offering of treasure.

On the entire tree trunk, slender and graceful figures are stacked layer upon layer, as if they are fixed to the tree, like flying goddesses, raising their arms in the same way and looking up at the sky.

Unfortunately, no matter how graceful their figures are, it's hard for others to call them "beautiful women".

Hundreds of women were stripped naked.

Originally delicate skin, from the soles of the feet to the cheeks, including the forehead, was now covered with layers of finely sewn scales, leaving not an inch of good flesh on its body.

Even more horrifying, their eyes were still slightly moving on those ugly faces.

These people were clearly still alive, yet they were in a more miserable state than the prisoners.

"As expected of my brother, what a fine painting of the Dragon Girl presenting a treasure! If this were used to celebrate the birthday, it would surely please the lady."

Several Hengshui people stood under the big tree, looking up at it with amazement.

The girls in Shuyu Pavilion are pretty and dignified in the building, making them desirable, but hanging on this sacred tree, they have a different kind of charm.

No wonder even princes are fascinated by it.

"It's not perfect yet."

Wang Hong stood with his hands behind his back, looking somewhat dissatisfied. "Originally, it was said that there would be 188 women, and I arranged the arrangements according to that number. Now that some have escaped, there is a shortcoming."

"Don't worry, Brother Wang. With their meager cultivation, even if they had wings, where could they escape to?" the others said, offering words of comfort.

"I'm just worried there won't be enough time... but it's alright, I've already found someone to make up for it."

Wang Hong turned around and looked out of the path.

It was as if they were verifying his words.

Soon, a young man led in a girl with furrowed brows.

"Junior Zhao Tinglan greets all the senior Hengshui."

Although he appeared to be around the same age as the group of people, the man still respectfully bowed to everyone present as a junior.

The name Zhao Tinglan was virtually unknown in Tongzhou.

However, in Yuzhou or on the border of Liang Kingdom, quite a few people still know about it.

He was once an old rival of Yu Duchuan from the neighboring country's mountain god family, and with the help of his disciples, he was the first to step into the Golden Core realm.

Unfortunately, they were out of luck.

First, he arranged for his eight disciples to go to the vicinity of Guanshihu City in Yongzhou, hoping to regain face from a young trial disciple.

As a result, all his disciples perished, which made him the target of much ridicule within the clan.

After breaking through his cultivation level, Zhao Tinglan originally planned to go to the border again, but then he received news that the Dragon Spine Mountain was powerful and that his own prodigy and many other strongmen had all died at the hands of the demons.

He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that the clan would send him there. So he hurriedly led the disciples in charge of the mountain and fled to Tongzhou under the pretext of training and consolidating their cultivation.

I thought this would at least help me avoid those troubles.

However, to his surprise, although he escaped the demons of Dragon Ridge, he was targeted by an even more terrifying force.

To be precise... the other party has set their sights on his beautiful disciple.

"Shu Hua, go, this is your destiny."

Zhao Tinglan forced a smile and reached out to push the woman next to her.

"Master, what kind of opportunity is this?"

Zheng Shuhua swallowed hard, staring nervously at the group of people in front of her, as well as the eerie, chilling giant dragon-shaped tree.

When she noticed the group of forlorn figures on the tree trunk, the back of her clothes was immediately soaked with sweat.

"Don't ask any more questions. Just do as you are told, senior. Don't be impolite." Zhao Tinglan's smile was stiff. He had probably guessed what it was about, but unfortunately, he was outnumbered and outmatched, and he was not on his own turf. He could only accept his fate.

"This disciple pays respects to all the venerable immortals..."

Zheng Shuhua stepped forward nervously, lowered her head, and called out in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"No need for formalities."

Wang Hong nodded slightly, first carefully examining the woman's figure and face. After confirming that she was barely usable, he took out a silver needle and said directly, "Take off your clothes."

"Um?"

Zheng Shuhua could hardly believe her ears.

She looked up and glanced around.

Taking off his clothes in front of so many people?

Then, a chill suddenly ran through her. She saw that although these so-called immortals were all staring at her quietly, their eyes did not look at her like they were looking at a living person.

It's more like an examination of an "object".

"I need to examine your body."

Wang Hong smiled gently and explained, "After all, this is a birthday gift for Madam, so it can't be flawed. If there are any scars, I'll remove them for you beforehand."

"I...I don't want this opportunity...Master, Master!"

Zheng Shuhua's mind went blank, and she turned to run away in Zhao Tinglan's direction.

"shut up."

Zhao Tinglan's face was gloomy. He had thought that no matter how arrogant the Hengshui clan was, they would at least wait until he left before making any decisions.

Even with someone stepping on his face, he could only scold his disciple.

To show that this was not his own intention, he felt a chill in his heart and directly controlled the immortal energy within his disciple's body.

"Master?"

The woman looked on in disbelief, sensing that she was transforming into a demon.

For cultivators, when their spiritual energy is just beginning to deteriorate, which is when they are at their weakest, they can only exert 30% of their strength.

At the same time, a large hand reached out from behind and gently pressed on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!"

A sharp wail echoed through the village.

Zheng Shuhua struggled like an enraged lioness, but her entire body could hardly move under that palm.

"I am the head of the Zhao family, and I once protected the immortal descendants of the Zhao family!"

"It was the golden elixir that helped him break through!"

Her voice was rapid and flustered, filled with intense grievance and anger.

If she hadn't risked her life, Zhao Tinglan wouldn't be where he is today. How could he treat himself like this?

"Please make yourselves at home, esteemed seniors. I, Tinglan, will take my leave now."

As Zhao Tinglan watched the woman's clothes slip down, his face twitched slightly. He pursed his lips, cupped his hands, and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, before he could take a step, Wang Hong said calmly, "Wait a minute. This one might not be able to hold out. If it's not enough, I'll need you to find someone else for me."

"..."

Zhao Tinglan clenched her fists, forced a smile, and turned around again.

Wang Hong didn't pay much attention to the other party; all his gaze was fixed on Zheng Shuhua's fair back.

Immediately afterwards, the silver needle pierced through.

Human skin is like a painting scroll, and needles fly like pens.

Even after seeing it many times, the Hengshui people couldn't help but praise, "Brother Wang is indeed the foremost painter in Hengshui."

It should be noted that the other party not only had to make the dragon scales look lifelike, but each ink mark was also a profound and mysterious seal that could make the woman's body stiffen, yet keep her conscious.

The so-called "dotting the finishing touch" in painting a dragon.

The most captivating part of this treasure-offering map is the pair of lively eyes on the Dragon Girl's face, which seem to reflect the myriad aspects of life.

The only less pleasant thing about such exquisite craftsmanship was the woman's noisy and heart-wrenching cries.

"what!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, and her whole face looked dazed.

"Tsk." A hint of displeasure flashed across Wang Hong's face.

The other person's distorted features clearly showed a lack of respect, making them unworthy of the theme of presenting a treasure.

He stopped using the silver needles and casually waved his hand, and the remaining wails around him quickly disappeared.

"Crack, crack."

Zheng Shuhua's neck veins bulged, and her mouth opened wide silently, like a suffocating fish.

She was the disciple of the sect leader, and the only Golden Core cultivator under her master's command.

But now, she doesn't even have the right to cry for help. In a corner where no one notices, she is hung on that tourmaline-like divine tree, becoming one of the many dragon maidens.

It would then be presented to a lady, naked, for countless people to observe.

Thinking of this, Zheng Shuhua slowly closed her mouth, her eyes dry, staring blankly into the void, letting the scale patterns cover her neck.

However, the sad thing is that even if she is heartbroken, no one will care.

Wang Hong focused intently on his drawing, immersing himself in his precious map.

Until a clear voice, tinged with emotion, rang out behind him.

"You guys always manage to come up with something new."

On the roof of Zhuangzi, Lin Shu stood upright, her clothes fluttering.

Although I had already heard about this from the Azure Fox Demon King.

But when he saw the giant tree with his own eyes, and the woman kneeling limply on the ground below, as if she had lost her soul, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in his heart.

These immortal descendants are truly broadening their horizons time and time again.

From using people to refine elixirs and craft artifacts, to treating them as playthings.

Tsk tsk, looks like he's still too idle.

"Ha!"

Wang Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists tightly, as if only in this way could he calm his anger at having his mind interrupted.

When he turned around, all that remained in his eyes was a cold, murderous intent.

"Do you want to die...?"

Upon hearing this, the other members of the Hengshui tribe quickly showed strange expressions.

They all knew what kind of personality Wang Hong had.

Interrupting someone's painting is a serious matter, perhaps no less serious than killing their own brother.

It looks like there's going to be a good show today.

However, the word "death" had not yet been uttered by Wang Hong.

The young man on the rooftop had silently appeared before him.

There are no fancy spells.

The newcomer remained calm and simply threw a punch, the fist striking the proud prodigy of Hengshui precisely in the face.

Pfft!

In an instant, the blood mist filled the sky, turning the entire surrounding manor a pale red.

Since the battle against the eight Zhao family disciples at the border, Lin Shu hadn't seen anything like this in a long time, as he was busy collecting the corpses of the immortal descendants.

The title of being invincible in the Golden Core stage has now lost its meaning.

The so-called prodigies, whether they come from Hengshui or Yongzhou, make no difference.

They're just a bunch of juniors.