The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 769 - 340: Given by Liang Jingru

Chapter 769: Chapter 340: Given by Liang Jingru

Yang Guang couldn’t refute and turned to Qi Yuan, saying, "Now... There should be enough demon essence blood, right? Shouldn’t we retreat from Shuyao Mountain for now?"

"Not enough, far from enough."

Qi Yuan shook his head.

"How can such a small amount of demon essence blood be enough for me to defeat my great enemy?

While there’s an abundance of demon essence blood here, I must strive harder!"

Yang Guang was at a loss for words.

An Qiao was also silent before finally asking, "Mr. Qi, are you planning to continue guerrilla warfare here to obtain essence blood from the Demon Clan?"

"You could say that." Qi Yuan nodded.

Of course, he wasn’t actually engaging in guerrilla warfare but advancing relentlessly.

"This..." An Qiao hesitated and then said, "How about we leave first? Otherwise, staying here is just... dragging you down, Mr. Qi!"

What An Qiao said was true.

With her late-stage Qi and Blood Realm strength, she’d be done for if she encountered a Jade Blood Realm Great Demon.

If Qi Yuan were to wage guerrilla warfare, her presence here would probably affect his efficiency.

"You make a very good point." Qi Yuan nodded then turned his gaze upon the three people present, looking at Yang Guang, "Can you kill another hundred Jade Blood Realm Great Demons?"

One... hundred?

The expression on Yang Guang’s face was even more unsightly than tears.

A hundred Jade Blood Realm Great Demons could stuff him to death.

"Kill... no, I can’t."

"It seems your kidney deficiency is still quite serious, you should go back with An Qiao and the others." Qi Yuan said with a look of disdain.

Families, who can understand; you hire a bodyguard, big and strong in appearance, only to find out he is weak in the kidneys.

"Cough cough..." Yang Guang was beyond words.

An Qiao looked at Qi Yuan and said earnestly, "Mr. Qi, please prioritize your own safety. If it’s impossible, please leave as soon as you can!"

However, at that moment, an unexpectedly childish voice sounded, "Mr. Qi, since you are slaying demons in Shuyao Mountain and lack someone to take care of you, I, Huo Mushi, am willing to stay and attend to your daily needs!"

Huo Mushi’s youthful face was full of determination, as if he had struggled with his decision for a long time.

An Qiao and Yang Guang looked surprised at Huo Mushi, as if amazed by his courage.

Qi Yuan, on the other hand, seemed quite calm, "I’m quite particular about my meals, three dishes and a soup, can you manage that?"

"..." Yang Guang.

"Yes!" Huo Mushi’s face showed excitement.

An Qiao, witnessing this scene, refrained from saying anything else.

Initially, she wanted to warn Huo Mushi that staying in Shuyao Mountain could likely lead to death.

At the same time, she was also puzzled as to why Qi Yuan would want to bring along an encumbrance.

Of course, she really couldn’t understand Qi Yuan’s thought process.

Sometimes, even Qi Yuan himself couldn’t comprehend his own thoughts.

A quarter of an hour later.

An Qiao and Yang Guang had vanished.

In the cave, only Qi Yuan and Huo Mushi were left.

Gazing at the pitch-black night, if Huo Mushi said he wasn’t afraid, that would be a lie.

However, he still clutched his blade tightly, guarding the entrance to the cave.

Since the southern migration incident happened, the surrounding cities were in dire straits.

The young and able-bodied in Zhenyang City had almost all died in battle.

Now, a third of the ones guarding the city walls were child soldiers, another third were the elderly.

The old could not enjoy their twilight years, and the children had no chance to grow up.

That was the current state of Zhenyang City.

However, compared to other cities that had become realms of demons, Zhenyang City was still fortunate.

Unlike other places where the sight of a city led the demons to swarm and slaughter, razing families and using human corpses as dry provisions.

... And the leader of Shuyao Mountain seemed to have more "insight."

Rumors said, upon the advice of a think tank, they had besieged Zhenyang City, treating the inhabitants like livestock.

In this way, whenever they craved meat, they dispatched Demon Soldiers to snatch people.

Human dry provisions in Zhenyang City were a continuous supply for them.

Unlike other demon realms that had exhausted their resources and food.

When other demon realms were lacking in human population and treats, they captured people from Zhenyang City, traded them to other realms, and obtained resources.

Zhenyang City was like Shuyao Mountain’s farm and treasury.

Clutching his knife, Huo Mushi occasionally looked back into the cave.

Inside the cave came the strange robotic tone of Qi Yuan.

Many thoughts crossed Huo Mushi’s mind.

"If only I could continuously consume essence blood of the Demon Clan... that would be great."

Of course, these were just passing thoughts.

Just then, a noise came from the cave, and Qi Yuan stood up and walked out. Looking at Huo Mushi, his eyes showed a hint of regret, "It’s a pity you don’t play the suona, otherwise..."

Qi Yuan was reminded of times in the Canglan Realm and Mortal Heart Realm.

Whenever he went to war, a suona army followed.

At the sound of the suona, bones were laid to waste.

"Huh?" Huo Mushi was stunned for a moment, then said, "The suona you mentioned, sir, I can play it?

My grandfather, he was involved in funeral services."

Qi Yuan’s eyes brightened.

"It seems fate has led me to keep you here."

With a wave of his hand, a suona appeared before Qi Yuan.

This suona, of course, wasn’t something he carried around but was transformed through a spell.

"I’ll give you a task, whenever I slay demons, you just stand by and play the suona... understand?"

"Ah... yes!" Huo Mushi was taken aback, then hurriedly nodded in agreement.

...

Three days later.

In the demon camp of Shuyao Mountain.

A figure in purple robes, the Peacock, had a trace of anger in its eyes, "Could it be that they’re incompetent, a single human... and they haven’t caught him in three days, yet we’ve suffered nearly a hundred casualties among the Demon Soldiers?"

The Peacock’s eyes were filled with rage.

Nearly a hundred Demon Soldiers had fallen.

For the demon camp, this was a tremendous loss.

Each time they attacked Zhenyang City, only a few Demon Soldiers were killed or injured, and sometimes there were no losses.

Yet, a single human caused the fall of nearly a hundred Demon Soldiers, which was undoubtedly the greatest loss suffered by Shuyao Mountain.