Chapter 625: Chapter 305: Swallowing Heaven and Earth! Three Corpses Refining God (Part 2)

The cold glamor of flowers at the bottom of the steps, the dim Dao fire in front of the hall.

No one would have thought that deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains lies such a place, exuding mystery and antiquity.

Ordinary people simply cannot pass through the layers of fog and poisonous miasma, even if they could, without Primordial Spirit Observation, they can only wander in place, absolutely unable to reach this secret realm.

The Yellow Skin Cave, this is the ancestral mystical cultivation land of the Yellow-skinned Spirits, isolated from the world.

Whoosh...

At this moment, the worn-out tripod on the central open ground ignited a raging fire, becoming the most splendid light in the night.

Slender and agile figures came darting out from the grass, surrounding the central open ground, their glowing eyes turning.

At first glance, there were hundreds of Yellow-skinned Rats gathered here.

These are all Spirit Monsters who have awakened their Primordial Spirit; any that roamed into the red dust would cause quite a bit of trouble.

In today’s era, human technology prospers, leaving footprints across mountains and rivers.

Only such a Mountain and Sea Secret Realm can breed so many Spirit Monsters.

At this moment, on the central open ground, a human silhouette sat on a throne made of white bones. Their bodies were brimming with demonic aura, and they retained some characteristics of the Yellow-skinned: yellow fur, peculiar odors, or eyes that had not yet transformed...

All these are beings that have become demons within the Yellow Skin Cave.

They have achieved cultivation, condensed their Inner Core, and seized human bodies to complete the transition from Spirit Monster to Demon. Their Demon Techniques are profound, allowing them to walk in the human world.

"Brother San, today is our Yellow Skin Cave’s gathering of demons, why did you bring outsiders here, and not just anyone, but three Daoists?"

At this moment, Huang Erlang spoke, playing with two iron balls in his hands, a big gold chain hanging around his neck, and revealing two big gold teeth as he opened his mouth.

Among the disciples of this generation in the Yellow Skin Cave, Huang Dalang was drugged to death by a fox spirit early on, so by the order of becoming a demon, Huang Erlang naturally became the elder brother.

Now, he looked discontentedly at Huang Sanlang’s seat, behind which sat three humans, relatively young, each wearing a Daoist Robe, causing all the Yellow-skinned Rats to show unusual expressions.

They are demons, but these people are Daoists.

"Brother San, you’ve been too rampant these years, have you forgotten the rules of our Yellow Skin Cave?"

Far away, Huang Silang spoke, his body gaunt and appearing ill like a ghost, with a complexion as pale as paper.

"Rules?"

Huang Sanlang sneered, his glance swept over these narrow-minded peers.

"Brother Four, have you gone mad taking drugs? In this world, whoever has the biggest fist makes the rules."

"You use human poison for cultivation; your brain is already broken."

"You’re courting death!"

Huang Silang roared in anger, suddenly standing up.

Although he became a demon later than Huang Sanlang, he has been developing in the human world these years, involved in gambling, drugs, and all sorts of things, now thriving in the underworld, with several protective umbrellas in the law-abiding world.

It’s no exaggeration to say, in Guixi Province, his drug stalls outnumber noodle stalls, eight out of ten massage centers are his, as for women, well, there’s no need to elaborate.

Precisely because of this, he looks down from his heart on these peers who hide in the mountain valleys, only knowing to cultivate in seclusion.

In Huang Silang’s eyes, he is already a real person, knows how to enjoy, understands the wonder of the colorful world, while they are merely beasts.

"Hmph!"

Huang Silang suddenly stood up, just about to explode.

Suddenly, the Daoist behind Huang Sanlang let out a cold snort, which landed in Huang Silang’s ears, rumbling like thunder, startling him so much his brow felt like it was about to crack, his Primordial Spirit trembling fiercely.

The next moment, he fell to his knees with a "thud", eyes bleeding, yellow fur growing on his face, emitting squeaks from his mouth.

"Daoist Thunder Roar!?"

From afar, Huang Wulang issued a sound of surprise.

Within the Yellow Skin Cave, his talents, and Huang Sanlang’s are the highest.

"Brother San, you..." Huang Erlang’s expression changed suddenly.

He looked fearfully at the Daoist behind Huang Sanlang; although hidden like mountains and waters, just a low roar revealed Brother Four’s true form!?

"To be honest with you all, these three experts behind me have significant backgrounds; they are disciples of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family."

With this statement, everyone changed color furiously, even the Yellow-skinned Rats hidden in the grass released astonished squeaks, showing deep shock.

Dragon Tiger Mountain, a branch of Daoist Sects, since the great tribulation eight decades ago, has vanished with incense extinguished.

These Daoists before them are actually from the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family!?

"Brother San, you actually befriended masters from Dragon Tiger Mountain."

The youngest, Huang Qilang, spoke, his hair bright yellow, voice loud with a trace of excitement.

Evidently, he was on Huang Sanlang’s side.

Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family, for demons and spirits in the world, represents a divine and immortal existence.

Such a name, even Huang Erlang, who considers himself highly, fell silent.

"I have not only brought masters from Dragon Tiger Mountain, but also formed an alliance with the heir of the White Crane Temple. From now on, our Yellow Skin Cave will receive protection from White Crane Temple, and even the entire Daoist Sect."

Huang Sanlang formally announced.

"This is the true path for the future."

"White Crane Temple!?"

Huang Erlang was increasingly shocked.

That is the leader of all Daoist Sects; he did not expect Huang Sanlang to progress so profoundly, even connecting with the heir of White Crane Temple.

"But..."

Huang Erlang’s face became more unsightly; Yellow Skin Cave was always isolated, not participating in human conflicts.