Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 446 - 445: Boiling a Person

Chapter 446: Chapter 445: Boiling a Person

Humiliation, stark and undisguised humiliation!

Mo Changfeng had never been insulted like this in his entire life.

One could still bear it if it were an enchanting demoness below, yet it was an ancient and indeterminably aged crone, unclear whether she was human or ghost.

With his clothes torn away in a flash, Mo Changfeng was completely unaware until he found himself swinging stark naked in midair, being ridiculed for his manhood by that very same dead crone. Mo Changfeng felt it would be less humiliating to be cleanly slain with a single stroke.

"Hmm, quite a satisfactory body," the Ghost Matriarch commented, paying no mind to Mo Changfeng’s bloodthirsty, crimson eyes, as she tapped once more with the skull crutch.

"Tap!"

A lightweight wisp of black ghost energy twined around Mo Changfeng’s body.

It was ticklish, as if countless little fish were nibbling all over his body, not even sparing the most sensitive spots! How miserable!

Mo Changfeng’s face flushed a scalding red, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.

What was this? The ultimate insult before death?

He was, after all, a cultivator; this really wasn’t becoming!

The anger inside Mo Changfeng’s heart was boiling over, yet in his desperation, turning to the side, he sees Lin Hao still unaffected, greedily inhaling the fragrance.

"Keep calm."

Right in the middle of the frantic scene, Lin Hao managed to speak and even gave Mo Changfeng a glance.

Calm? How could he stay calm! How could one be calm after a lifetime without such an insult?!

Oh, the misery in Mo Changfeng’s heart, yet how could he know that the "treatment" he was receiving now, even the Immortal Emperors in the Eternal Life Realm would beg in vain to experience!

"Alright, now come on down!"

The Ghost Matriarch withdrew her gaze from Mo Changfeng, and with a wave of her skull crutch, the black ghost energy took the form of a giant hand, throwing Mo Changfeng down into the Giant Cauldron.

Dead!

Mo Changfeng’s heart raced with panic, unable to struggle, helplessly grabbed by that giant hand and directly thrust into the Great Cauldron.

Oddly enough, though the cauldron seemed large, it was merely three meters square and two meters deep.

Yet the moment Mo Changfeng entered the cauldron, he found himself as if thrown into the ocean. The vastness of the cauldron appeared boundless, and looking up, he could only see the Ghost Matriarch’s skull crutch swaying in the sky.

What was happening?

Mo Changfeng panicked to the extreme!

At that moment, he was enveloped in a boiling broth, at a full hundred degrees! If it weren’t for Mo Changfeng’s status as a cultivator, with a body tempered by training, he would likely boil to death as we speak.

But even so, the boiling broth was becoming increasingly unbearable for Mo Changfeng.

"Enjoy it slowly."

Suddenly, the Ghost Matriarch’s wrinkled face appeared above the Giant Cauldron, looking down at Mo Changfeng with a smile: "Only a slow simmer, turning your skin and flesh into broth, creates the supreme ghostly lamb soup. It nourishes the yin and replenishes the yang, one sip can increase a hundred years of cultivation, or even prolong life by a millennium."

Slow cooking? The Ghost Matriarch’s voice was like thunder from the heavens, seemingly distant, yet as though right by his ear; however, the content of her words sent shivers down Mo Changfeng’s spine.

To be slowly cooked, bit by bit turning flesh and skin to mush, merging into the liquid of the broth?

The mere thought of that vision was terrifying. Was there really no other way out?

Mo Changfeng was utterly horrified, constantly looking around.

The small Giant Cauldron was like an ocean inside, with flesh-colored soup boiling and emitting an appetizing fragrance around him. In these soup waters, Mo Changfeng felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, unable to muster any Primordial Power, and even moving slightly was extremely difficult.

Slowly, he began to feel the temperature of the soup water. The water was obviously over one hundred degrees and was soon going to rise even higher. At that point, even Mo Changfeng would not be able to withstand it.

No, I can’t die like this, absolutely not like this!

In this desperate situation, Mo Changfeng once again erupted with an instinctual will to survive.

But how could he escape?

Inside the cauldron, steam rose in billows. All he could see were the corpses of some animals and herbs bobbing up and down with the boiling soup.

These were the animals that had jumped into the Giant Cauldron before him. By now, their flesh had fallen of their bones from boiling so long, leaving only the bones, which were almost rendered to dregs.

Could this be Mo Changfeng’s fate?

Mo Changfeng panicked. To die like this would be too embarrassing even for a ghost to mention!

Let’s not talk about Mo Changfeng being refined in the Giant Cauldron; at this time, in the Giant Stone Formation, only Lin Hao remained suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the Giant Cauldron from mid-air was not the same as looking at it from inside.

Lin Hao could see Mo Changfeng in the Giant Cauldron, appearing as if he were taking a bath, with only his head exposed.

"It’s your turn." Suddenly, the ghost-controlling crone turned her head to look at Lin Hao, with a gleam of gloom flashing in her eyes.

Lin Hao, from beginning to end, had constantly surprised the crone. A mere youth, he possessed a quality that even the crone could not see through. He was completely immune to the crone’s Feeding Ghost Grass Poison and had broad knowledge, compared to the Earthlings he was as different as heaven and earth.

Especially since he not only knew of Chi You but also had some understanding of Qimen Dunjia.

Fortunately, his understanding was superficial, or else Lin Hao and his companion might have actually managed to escape.

Even after being brought into the formation, while Mo Changfeng was constantly restless and aggressive, Lin Hao remained calm, not just calm but also displaying a kind of acceptance in the face of death.

Such a person, of course, would not readily accept reality. The crone had been on guard, but up to this moment, Lin Hao still hadn’t shown any unexpected reactions, and was even eagerly absorbing the fragrance in the air.

Too abnormal!

The crone looked at Lin Hao coldly: "Human youth, if you have any tricks, use them now, or you’ll lose the chance."

Lin Hao: ...

"Alright then, since it’s like this, go into that cauldron and keep your companion company!" The crone snorted coldly, planting her Skull Crutch lightly on the ground.

"Thud!"

A gust of ghostly wind blew by, and Lin Hao’s clothes were instantly blown away.

However, Lin Hao acted as if he felt nothing, still carefreely absorbing the fragrance of the medicine in the air.

Lin Hao knew what was valuable. This fragrance in the air was the initial scent released by Emperor Level Elixirs from the Ghost Gate, extremely nourishing, nurturing the veins. Sniffing it was equivalent to a cultivator from Earth cultivating for ten years.

In just a moment, Lin Hao’s cultivation had risen from the First Layer Heaven of the Refining God Realm directly to the Third Layer Heaven, without consuming a single Primordial Stone!

The crone wanting to use Lin Hao as a medicinal ingredient meant she had to refine his body first. After Body Refining, the body would be free of impurities, pure and clean, ready to be made into medicine.

In doing so, she had inadvertently helped Lin Hao undergo Washing Marrow and Body Refining.

Such an opportunity, even the cultivators of middle-level planes could hardly be so fortunate, let alone Lin Hao who would not refuse but was very cooperative.

Just, Lin Hao hanging there in the air, stark naked without any cover, his great bird swaying to and fro, actually dazzled the crone’s eyes.

"Good lad, the bird is so big, truly no ordinary object!" The crone admired inwardly.

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