Chapter 183: Chapter 93: The Undying Tuó Spawn, Omen of Flood Disaster

After a while, Li Xuan discovered that he could actually feel the incense burned for Rose.

Even more... he could use this incense to make the power of the Worshipers’ Divine Realm even stronger.

An idea emerged in Li Xuan’s mind: Could it be that worshiping Rose or worshiping him leads to the same place?

Why?

Is it just because the "Headless Buddha" and the "Peacock Great Ming Monarch" are both from the Buddhist sect? Or are they from the same organization within the Buddhist sect?

He sat behind the screen, pondering for a while, then beckoned Wei Yao to come in and asked, "Does making a wish work?"

Wei Yao shook her head and said, "I haven’t tried yet..."

Li Xuan said, "Try it then, make a wish that the cultivation technique progresses faster."

Wei Yao nodded.

The result of this trial took a long time.

After waiting for a while, Li Xuan left.

The next day, at dusk, he returned to the cave.

Inside the cave, the incense smoke lingered without dissipating like ordinary incense would when touched by the wind.

This time, Li Xuan didn’t wait long before Wei Yao awoke.

She opened her eyes joyfully, looked at him, and said, "It obviously has only been one day, yet it’s like I’ve been cultivating for a month."

As she finished speaking, her stomach suddenly grumbled with a "gurgle," clearly indicating hunger.

She hurried to find something to eat.

This scene left Li Xuan standing there in astonishment.

Because, this scenario was incredibly familiar.

He... every time he cultivated Secret Martial Arts, it took just a few days to achieve mastery, wasn’t it just like this?

However, his speed was much faster than Wei Yao’s.

... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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Thus, Li Xuan stayed with his wife at Prince Qing’s Mansion, secretly testing the incense, while also frequenting the Prime Minister’s Mansion, browsing the Dark Web for files on demons and learning about their movements for his hunting.

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Several days later, at night.

It was a dark and windy night...

In Xiongshan County, at the Prime Minister’s Mansion, patrol guards carrying lanterns walked back and forth.

When one walked to a patch of grass, he suddenly heard a strange "sizzling" sound.

At first, the guard thought it was the wind, but after taking a few steps, he felt something was off and went back.

He pressed his ear to the ground, carefully listening to the source of the sound.

Soon, he confirmed the source—it was underground.

Just as he was about to call someone over, the ground suddenly bulged, forming a small mound.

The guard watched in shock.

The mound suddenly burst open, revealing something rough and lumpy inside.

"What is this?" The guard curiously looked and then drew his sword, using the back of it to prod the lump.

The lump rolled around.

The guard became even more curious.

Seeing no danger, he naturally bent down, picked up the lump, and brought it closer to his eyes for a closer look.

It was a rough bulge, seemingly some kind of skin from the outside, enveloping a red flesh inside that resembled a congealed ruby.

Additionally, the entire lump felt somewhat hot.

"What on earth is this?" Unable to make it out, the guard planned to report it.

While thinking, during a moment of distraction, the lump in his palm transformed into a red light, slipping into his mouth, down his throat, and violently into his esophagus, then burrowed into his stomach.

The guard immediately let out a piercing scream, his hands alternating between clutching his throat and holding his stomach, shouting in pain.

The Prime Minister’s Mansion was a den of dragons and tigers.

At the first sound of the scream, two patrolling martial artists in the dark using Secret Martial Arts appeared.

The two approached, only to see the lantern tilted to the side, igniting, with the glaring firelight reflecting a guard’s twisted, struggling figure.

One of them was about to step forward, but was stopped by the other.

"He’s already dead, be careful of the thing in his stomach."

Looking again, the guard had indeed gone silent, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, and his stomach was swelling crazily, rising higher and higher.

In the next moment...

Boom!

The belly burst open.

A large mouth biting on the heart emerged from within, followed by a Pig Dragon climbing out, covered in blood, rapidly devouring the guard.

How could the Secret Martial Artist let it continue eating? They stepped forward and slashed at the Pig Dragon with their swords.

The Pig Dragon curled its body.

The blade bounced off with a "boom" sound.

One of the patrolling martial artists was a Dual Cultivator, and the other was a First Cultivator.

The Dual Cultivator struggled fiercely with the Pig Dragon and instructed the First Cultivator to call for help.

Within moments, a mass of dark mist suddenly floated over with the wind, appeared behind the Pig Dragon, and swiftly condensed into a dark goddess.

The goddess reached out with two half-arm-length sharp claws.

Swish!

The sharp claws smashed downward, piercing the Pig Dragon’s thick armor, nailing it to death.

Even then, the Pig Dragon never realized where its enemy was.

The Dual Cultivator Martial Artist quickly turned but saw no one.

In fact, just a short distance away, Yan Fangbai was quietly standing.

This martial artist was too inexperienced to be aware of his presence.

Yan Fangbai frowned as he looked at the "resurrected" miniature Pig Dragon, his expression growing increasingly serious.

’What... what on earth is happening?’

The leader of the Dark Web, the true former number one of Great Yin, vowed... he had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

Speaking of which, why have the demons become increasingly strange and eerie over the past two or three years?

Isn’t it just a Pig Dragon?

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The next morning.

Li Xuan appeared at the Prime Minister’s Mansion in a python robe, looking at the Pig Dragon still nailed to the ground.

The surrounding people had long been dismissed, and the Prime Minister consciously left, leaving the scene to his two sons.

Having suffered once, how could Yan Fangbai fall for it a second time?