This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 193 - 190: Where Do You Think the Taoist Sect’s Money Comes From?

Chapter 193: Chapter 190: Where Do You Think the Taoist Sect’s Money Comes From?

"Phew, that nearly killed me."

After administering a dose of Five Elements Tortoise Marrow True Pill, concentrated with vibrant vitality and blended with the juice of a top-grade Spirit Grass that even the Immortal Dynasty scarcely possessed, Gu Qingniu finally took a long breath of relief.

Looking at Liang Yi who was breathing steadily, Gu Qingniu nodded; the boy’s earlier vitality leak, which he had crudely blocked, was now replenished by this True Pill.

He opened the prescription he and Wen Xiang had been discussing and with a sigh of satisfaction, crossed off the Five Elements Tortoise Marrow True Pill from the list of numerous elixirs they had researched the day before.

"Let’s see, what’s the next elixir to refine?"

"Mm... Fourth Grade Guangling Holy Powder, heals Divine Soul tears, nurtures and strengthens the Sea of Consciousness."

Refining elixirs was a cooperative task between him and Wen Xiang, and they had even used an invaluable legacy cauldron and Fire Spirit from the Immortal Dynasty.

These two items greatly accelerated the refinement of elixirs; otherwise, producing a Fourth Grade Five Elements Tortoise Marrow True Pill in such a short period would not have been possible, and now Wen Xiang was exhausted and had gone back home to sleep.

"What is this feeling... What’s happening?"

Gu Qingniu suddenly looked up at the sky.

A strange fluctuation swept across the entire Mystical Mechanism Continent. At that moment, the countdown for the end of the beta test on the players’ panels in Qingliang City officially reached zero.

"Wuwuwu, how am I supposed to live without Mystical Mechanism?"

"I just maxed out Peach Blossom’s affection and was about to get married, how could it end like this!"

"Mystical Mechanism’s beta is over, there goes my youth!"

The posts on the forum scrolled by like flowing water, silky smooth, with the vast majority of them being players expressing their reluctance to let go.

"Ju Xiaobei, see you in three months, ha."

"Just scram, without seeing your face I can eat three more bowls of rice today!"

Amidst Bai Xiaomo’s and Ju Xiaobei’s banter, numerous players turned into beams of white light soaring into the sky, eventually disappearing from sight.

"Mystical Mechanism" beta test, officially closed!

...

Above an endless forest, two individuals facing each other also looked up at the sky towards Qingliang City as they felt the wave.

"Is this a Heavenly Dao phenomenon? Quite interesting, right?" Chen Hua said to the person in the ghost mask after seeing the white lights disappear.

"Chen Hua, I already spared both your disciples. Why are you still pursuing me?" The person in the ghost mask asked impatiently, floating in the air with hands behind his back.

"Pasting gold on your own face, aren’t you? Could it be that you wear a mask because you can’t show your face? An Eighth Realm cultivator making a move against a mere Third Realm cultivator, you really are something," Chen Hua’s temper that had been somewhat restrained in recent years was provoked again by this person.

The masked man’s hands clenched tightly behind his back, Chen Hua really knew how to lose all face, if they were to fight, just fight, why babble on endlessly.

"I see you also recognize the Primordial Cloud Scroll Immortal Technique. If even one of my disciples were at the Seventh Realm, one swing of their sword would have left you with one hand less. If they both were at the Seventh Realm, you wouldn’t be standing here if I hadn’t taught them well enough."

"As for the last move by my eldest disciple, needless to say, if you had any shame at all, you’d know he only lost due to a difference in realms."

"Have you said enough? A Banished Immortal like you planning to talk the Sect Hierarch to death?" Tian Anyu couldn’t help but interrupt as it seemed Chen Hua wanted to keep talking, otherwise who knows how long he would go on.

"Tsk, why so impatient? We can wait to fight after I’ve finished cursing. But in case you get scared and run away, who knows how many years it would be before I can corner you again." Chen Hua, abiding by the principle that arguing without a fight meant no loss but not cursing someone would be a real loss, was determined to have a proper chat with this fellow.

"Hmph! The Sect Hierarch has no time to idle talk with you." With that, Tian Anyu turned to leave.

"Swoosh!"

A Sword Qi struck out, warping the space, reversing causality.

But Tian Anyu skillfully sidestepped like a seer, dodging the blow.

"Boom!"

The Sword Qi hit a desolate mountain far away, and before the peak could even react, the whole mountain was reduced to rubble.

"Why the rush?" Chen Hua said with a smile, watching Tian Anyu’s retreating figure.

Ever since he ascended to the Eighth Realm, he seldom had a chance to make a move. He was too strong, others too weak; there was little to gain from combat.

But encountering another from the Eighth Realm today, how could Chen Hua not seize the chance? Setting aside the excuse of avenging his disciple, even if the Devouring Spirit Sect’s Hierarch was merely a passerby, he would pick a fight.

After both figures vanished, they reappeared above the Nine Heavens.

Deep in the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain, some members of the Demon Clan at the Great Perfection of the Seventh Realm, felt the tremors from the battle above the Heavenly Vault and were surprised. They sent out their Divine Senses to see who dared to fight in the territory of the Demon Clan—did they think the Demon Clan wasn’t fierce enough?

And just as their Divine Senses reached above the Nine Heavens, they were effortlessly crushed by the aftershocks of the battle between the two combatants.

"Bad luck, bad luck! Why has this disaster come again?"

"Quick, hide! Don’t let him notice us, or he’ll definitely come over and take materials from us on the spot."

"I still haven’t regrown the tuft of hair he plucked from me last time."

"Snake Oldie, let me squeeze into your den, we can cramp together."

After realizing it was Chen Hua, the shameless scourge, the powerful members of the Demon Clan turned pale with fright and sought desperately for a place to hide.

Being roped into combat didn’t scare them; they wouldn’t tire from a battle lasting three days and nights.

But what was too much was Chen Hua using Sword Qi to slice off parts like their scales to sell to Divine Wind Commerce—it was too much, wasn’t it?

At their level, once they revealed their true forms, everything on their bodies could be considered Heaven and Earth rare materials, valuable creatures that countless people sought after.

Yet in all their years, they had never seen such shamelessness to the degree of simultaneously fighting and seizing the chance to ’shear wool’.

And he even called it ’waste utilization’.

They felt he was making a double entendre, but had no evidence to prove it, and they couldn’t beat him, so they had no choice but to stealthily avoid him.

Chen Hua, however, felt nothing amiss about it. How many men like him, so frugal and thrifty, are left nowadays, right? With three hungry mouths to feed in the Taoist Sect, is it really excessive to pluck a few strands of fur, knock a few teeth, scrape off some scales from you?

Meanwhile, at the end of the forest, within a grand palace, an imposing black shadow sat on the throne, as tall as the palace roof, with blood-red eyes sparkling in the darkness.

The Demon Clan maids around him trembled as they carefully peeled and cored the head-sized Spirit Fruits and carefully fed them to their king of the Demon Clan.

The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits shook his tail; he didn’t care what happened to those two fighting in the sky, even if they beat each other to a pulp, he would only applaud.

What really concerned him was whether Elder Qing found the medicine that could cure him. His offspring couldn’t wait much longer; if there was no news, he would have to go to the Immortal Dynasty to exchange for an Immortal Pill from Emperor Zhou.

"Rumble!"

The might of the battle’s aftershocks echoed above the territory of the Demon Clan, showing that the battle was intensifying.

The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, impatiently cupping his ear, thought that if he wasn’t indisposed, he would definitely join those two fools in a three-way chaotic battle.