CHAPTER 168: 167. FAREWELL TO HUAIKONG

At this moment, a demon aura was getting closer.

Clang!

Outside the building came the sound of metal dropping to the ground.

Then, a low mumbling voice could be heard, "It’s been over ten days, making this king work without even giving me a bite to eat, is there no humanity at all."

The petitioner’s expression slowly froze.

He originally had his eyes on the Moonlight Dumplings but then shifted his gaze to the window, slowly walking over and looking down.

Because the aura of the Demon King downstairs was too obvious.

On a normal day, he wouldn’t bother with this aura as long as the other side wasn’t deliberately provoking. But since this place wasn’t his territory, having intruded into its demon lands might very likely start a big battle, which was one of the reasons he had to leave Cangwu City tonight.

However, as soon as he showed his face, the red-eyed giant ape immediately looked up at him coldly and said, "What, I can’t even complain about not being fed? You all get to eat, but doesn’t this king need to eat too?"

The petitioner frowned, not understanding what it meant, but still kept a close watch on the red-eyed giant ape downstairs.

He was very familiar with the aura of the red-eyed giant ape.

Seeing its red eyes again, he suddenly realized—isn’t it the Demon King of this forest?

While the petitioner was watching, Wen Ping asked Zhao Yi beside him, "Zhao Yi, didn’t you give it food these days?"

"I did," Zhao Yi replied.

Huai Ye quickly said, "Sect Leader, I can prove it. Brother Zhao brings it something to eat every day. But it insists my cooking isn’t tasty, wanting raw meat instead, and asked me to get it for him. So I simply made Brother Zhao stop giving it anything, figuring once it’s hungry, it’ll eat."

"Wants raw meat? Quite picky, let it go hungry for now," Wen Ping replied blandly.

Hearing this, the petitioner abruptly turned around.

Looking at Wen Ping, his gaze gradually changed.

Wasn’t this red-eyed giant ape the Demon King of this mountain forest?

How did it end up like this?

Maybe it lost to a new Demon King and fell to this state?

But still, it’s a Demon King, and yet the Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect treats it this way.

Not even giving it food.

This is worse than a small demon under his command.

Seeing this, he hesitated, pondering whether he should lose his temper. After all, the red-eyed Demon King downstairs dared to grumble a few complaints but wouldn’t really act out, which made the petitioner hesitant to actually get angry.

At this moment, Huaikong walked over and said, "Brother Shen, let’s stop fooling around, we need to leave."

The petitioner turned his head and responded immediately, "But... those things in the bowl, they’re irresistible! Tell me, have I ever eaten anything other than White Crystals for the past hundred years? Finally, I found something that makes my mouth water, how can I just leave like this?"

Huaikong said, "The Sect Leader said no, forcing it won’t help."

"Still, am I not a Demon King?"

Huai Ye suddenly pointed downstairs and said, "Uncle Shen, stop messing around, the last Demon King who made trouble must now plant trees for the Immortal Sect for three hundred years. Do you want to skip leaving tonight?"

"Three hundred years... this..."

The petitioner was at a loss for words.

He glanced downstairs at the red-eyed giant ape, quickly showing a polite yet awkward smile to Wen Ping, "Well then... not eating is not eating."

Despite what he said, the petioner’s mouth was still watering.

Seeing this, Huaikong sighed with a laugh, then stepped forward to give Huai Ye a hug and said, "Little Leaf, your father has to leave, take good care of yourself."

After that, Huaikong took out some items and handed them to Huai Ye, continuing, "Train well, your father is looking forward to seeing you become a Great Demon when he returns."

"Mm. Take care, foster father!"

Saying this, Huai Ye’s eyes were already teary.

After bidding farewell to Huaikong and Yu Mo, the crowd escorted Huaikong and the others down the mountain.

But Huai Ye was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Until the carriage carrying Huaikong completely disappeared into the night.

After leaving Yunlan Mountain and exiting the city, the petitioner said to Huaikong, "You guy, how can you just leave Huai Ye here like that?"

Huaikong smiled and then said, "What should be let go must be let go. She’s grown, it’s time for her to fly on her own. But didn’t you also just abandon the Moonlight Tree leaves and those dumplings that made your mouth water?"

"They didn’t give them, and I can’t force it. What do you expect me to do?" The petitioner shook his head helplessly, then glanced back with sparkling eyes at Yunlan Mountain, "But when I return, I’ll definitely eat something in that bowl. I’ve been eating White Crystals for a century, I’m getting tired of them..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a White Crystal and popped it into his mouth.

Yet he showed no signs of being tired of it.

...

Once Huaikong left, the atmosphere of the Immortal Sect returned to tranquility.

A pot of Moonlight Dumplings was shared among everyone for three to four bowls, and then they all rushed back to the dormitory area.

Wen Ping, meanwhile, went to the Ten Layers Tower and used the trial opportunity that was reserved.

Upon entering the trial, he was already on the path from the fifth to the sixth floor. Ever since the system had him remain on the fifth floor for a day, Wen Ping had been looking forward to the sixth floor. The fifth level contains the Fire Dragon Skill, with a comprehension rate of fifty percent. Then the sixth level must be sixty percent, but what skill?

It’s unknown.

When stepping in, the scene shifted to a volcano crater!

The red hot lava bubbled not far from him, one after another, seemingly endless. The air was filled with the scent of sulfur, and with each step Wen Ping took forward, the scent grew stronger. When two Body Refining Twelfth Layer cultivators appeared, the summoned fire rain struck Wen Ping with awe.

Within a hundred meters around him, there was nothing but fire rain.

But fortunately, upon opening the door, Wen Ping instantly slew the two Guardians.

Simple!

Very simple!

Regrettably, Wen Ping was unable to comprehend the Sky-Filling Fire Rain Skill. As he stepped forward to enter the seventh layer, the system spoke, "Host, I have a suggestion for you, stay on the seventh floor!"

"Why?"

"The reward on the seventh floor isn’t a skill but a body. Defeat the Guardians, and the host can obtain the Fire Spirit Body, strengthening the host’s Hellfire Anomalous Vein, and elevating overall power! Currently, the eighth layer’s rewards aren’t suitable for the host, and if you remain on the seventh, you can repeatedly challenge it. Upon triggering the reward again, it can instantly elevate the host’s Fire Dragon Body to a stronger state."

"You can farm it repeatedly!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ping was immediately delighted.

Then he stepped into the seventh floor, still within a volcanic crater.

However, this time two thirteenth-layer cultivators appeared!

But they could walk within the lava, confronting his Purity Body with their Body Refining Realm, causing significant damage to his Purity Body.

Heeding the system’s suggestion, he immediately opened the Meridian Gate!

Bang!

After vibrating the meridians, the lava roiled.

The surrounding flames all converged towards him, as if all fire had come to bow before him.

Fire Dragon Skill—Go!

This time, Wen Ping hurled the Fire Dragon Skill at the two Guardians relentlessly.

Several three to four meter long fire dragons continuously lunged into the lava, exploding upon the Guardians, filling the volcano crater with incessant explosive sounds.

Thanks to the existence of the Meridian Gate, the Vein Qi was endless, so there was no worry, unlike in the Body Refining Realm, of being unable to release too many Fire Dragon Skills.

The Heaven and Earth Qi stored in the dantian was limited!

But the Vein Qi drawn by the Meridian Gate was infinite!

Thus, after half an incense-stick’s length of time, the two thirteenth-layer cultivators possessing the Fire Spirit Body were thoroughly shattered by the Fire Dragon Skill and sunk into the unfathomable lava below.

At the moment the outcome was decided, Wen Ping uncontrollably sat cross-legged by the lava’s edge—the lava beside him, as if suddenly alive, crawled towards Wen Ping.

(That’s it for the update, good night.)