Cultivating To Immortality

Chapter 722: Young Mountain Lord

Qing Valley has a long history; the largest surname is Bai, and most other surnames are outsiders.

Bai Clan Ancestral Hall.

A large, robust figure sat under the courtyard, the sound of sticky flesh squirming coming from his mouth.

The light from the courtyard shone down, revealing the figure to be covered in taut muscles, wearing a short gray tunic of unknown origin, with broad shoulders and a wide back.

His yellow-brown fur was sleek and shiny.

It was actually a tiger demon!

Gulp.

He swallowed the flesh and casually tossed the item in his hand aside.

A small skull fell to the ground, rolling a few times along the green bricks under the courtyard.

It only stopped when it bumped into several other skulls of varying sizes.

Its empty eye sockets were extremely eerie.

"Are they here yet?"

The tiger demon slowly turned to the figure beside him.

Suppressing the strong stench that filled the courtyard, Su Li forced a smile: "Replying to Young Mountain Lord, they should be here soon."

He cautiously picked up a wine jar and poured wine for the tiger demon.

"Half an hour ago, my subordinates reported that Liu Xincheng left his residence in a hurry, likely to find the Inner Sect Disciple who is inspecting their Cave Abyss Sect."

"I know Liu Xincheng; he definitely doesn’t have the guts to suppress the matters of Qing Valley."

The tiger demon was impatient, and Su Li was equally eager.

The flesh and blood of Cultivators were naturally the tiger demon’s sustenance, but he could get a share of the spiritual items in the qiankun bag.

This tiger demon from the Corpse Bone Abyss would leave after this event, and since Qing Valley was under the jurisdiction of the Cave Abyss Sect, it would never be traced back to him.

Now that the Profound Origin Sect and the Cave Abyss Sect were at odds, he was happy to see trouble arise in the Cave Abyss Sect’s territory.

The arrival of this high-ranking Inner Sect Disciple from the Cave Abyss Sect for inspection was an unexpected bonus.

Just thinking about getting the qiankun bag of an Inner Sect Disciple from one of the Six Major Sects made Su Li’s heart burn with excitement.

"Blah, blah, blah!" The tiger demon’s face twisted with ferocity upon hearing this; he didn’t want to hear another word from Su Li.

"Then go fetch another child for drinks."

"Uh... Yes."

Su Li dared not disobey; this tiger demon was the son of the Tiger Mountain Lord of the Corpse Bone Abyss, and his demonic power had already reached the Peak of the Late Stage of the First Rank.

This was equivalent to the Great Perfection cultivation of a human Cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

Anyway, it was the last day, and everyone in Qing Valley was going to die.

"May they die early and be reborn early..."

He murmured silently in his heart... A crow flew into the valley, landing on the closest tree to the valley entrance, and began to shriek loudly.

The peace of the valley was thus broken.

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

The sound was extremely unpleasant.

On the outskirts of Qing Valley, many villagers emerged from their homes, looking at the crow on the tree branch with surprise and anger.

"That beast is here again!"

Turning around, they grabbed various farm tools and weapons from their homes and went to beat the crow in the tree.

"Get out!"

"Caw!"

The black crow flapped its wings, flew up, and circled above the entire valley, cawing strangely.

Villagers in the valley, some with bows and arrows, some with slingshots, shot at the black crow in the sky.

"Die! Go to hell!"

Everyone’s face was filled with hatred and malice.

At a certain moment, the black crow transformed into a wisp of dark spiritual light and dissipated above Qing Valley.

Finally, the crow’s cries abruptly stopped.

The villagers stood stunned, their hands gripping weapons still trembling. Someone suddenly cursed.

"That damn beast!"

Curses rose and fell. Before the clamor could subside, an atmosphere of panic had already spread through the valley.

The crow had dissipated.

But the disaster it brought never would.

At this moment, Song Yan, accompanied by Liu Xincheng and Ju Luyi, also entered the valley.

Although the villagers in the valley did not recognize Song Yan, they naturally recognized Liu Xincheng.

The villagers swarmed forward, surrounding the three of them.

"Devotee Liu, please save us and help us through this disaster!"

"Immortal Master Liu! Please help us..."

Among the villagers, some sharp-eyed individuals recognized the thin figure walking at the back, and the villagers’ expressions immediately changed.

"Why is it you again?!"

An old farm woman with a face full of wrinkles suddenly shrieked in surprise, her branch-like fingers pointing fiercely at Xiao Ju: "How dare you come back?!"

The crowd immediately stirred.

Several men holding pitchforks stared at her with sinister eyes and unfriendly expressions.

One of the shirtless youths spat on the ground: "Bring bad luck!"

"It must be her bringing this unlucky bird back again!"

Ju Luyi’s face turned pale, and she instinctively shrank half a step behind Song Yan.

Song Yan frowned, feeling a strange sense of bewilderment.

A group of Mortal farmers actually dared to point fingers at a Qi Refining Cultivator?

This somewhat overturned his understanding.

It seemed that the overly kind and gentle Xiao Ju had not received even the most basic respect.

For Ju Luyi, it was a very common occurrence.

Every time she returned home, she would be subjected to such criticism; she had long grown used to it.

It was just that this time, the villagers’ resentment was particularly strong, making her a little afraid.

To the villagers, Ju Luyi was no different from that demonic bird.

This girl’s birth coincided with the arrival of the crow, and her face bore black stars, making her inherently inauspicious.

Sure enough, Qing Valley thereafter suffered continuous disasters.

"Everyone, shut up!"

Liu Xincheng immediately let out a sharp cry, and the slight Spiritual Pressure of a Qi Refining Cultivator caused the surrounding villagers to stumble backward.

But the disgust in their eyes grew even stronger.

Someone suddenly grabbed a handful of vegetable leaves from a basket and threw them fiercely at Ju Luyi: "Get out!"

"Bringing the demonic bird back, are you going to eat people?!"

Buzz... Song Yan flicked his fingertip, and a sharp Sword Qi separated the three of them from the crowd of villagers.

The surging curses abruptly ceased.

"I’m not interested in your personal grievances."

Song Yan’s expression was cold: "Now, who can tell me how Devotee Hu went missing?"

Roar—

A deafening beast roar came from the mountain path on the east side of Qing Valley.

A foul wind swept from the direction of the Bai Clan Ancestral Hall, mixed with the nauseating stench of decaying flesh and blood.

Song Yan’s heart tensed, and he gazed intently.

Boom—

The heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was crushed by brute force, and as wood chips flew, a colossal figure, like a small mountain, stepped out with heavy strides.

With a tiger’s head and a human body, he licked the corners of his mouth with a rough tongue, rolling bits of flesh into his mouth.

"Those Devotee Hu, Devotee Wu, that you mentioned..."

His bloody maw opened slightly, revealing a mouthful of chilling fangs, and the tiger demon’s gaze locked directly onto Song Yan: "...half of them are in this Lord’s belly, and the other half are in the latrine."

Su Li followed beside the tiger demon, looking down at the crowd in the valley from above.

The entire Qing Valley suddenly fell silent.

Someone shrieked first: "De... demon!"

The old farmer’s hoe clanged to the ground, and even his pants were soaked.

The shirtless youth was terrified, stumbling and falling, crawling backward with hands and feet, shouting as he fled: "Help! Immortal Master, help!"

"Go open the trapping formation; don’t waste these Mortals either."

The tiger demon said casually, then leaped down from the mountain path, landing heavily on the ground.

Su Li responded: "Yes."

Even a mosquito’s leg is meat. Although Mortals could provide far less blood Qi than Cultivators, they were still excellent as a seasoning after a big meal.

Especially when they saw their "Immortal Masters" who protected them, dying one by one under his claws.

The emotion of fear could make the flesh more firm and delicious.