Longevity Strange Immortal
Chapter 102: Golden Toad Dominating to Snatch the Kill

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Golden Toad Dominating to Snatch the Kill

Li Mo had just completed the refinement of a mid-grade magical artifact when a group of cultivators stepped into Pear Garden, led by the Red Bamboo Taoist from Fire Workshop.

The Red Bamboo Taoist was previously unknown, but her cultivation had progressed to the late teenage stage, and her cultivation technique, "Summoning Centipede Life Protection Scripture," had reached a level of mastery in its use.

She opened her mouth and unfurled her tongue, which transformed into a giant centipede, carrying five people through the window of the opera house.

The other four cultivators all possessed cultivation of the Weak Crown Period, but their techniques were insufficient to resist the invasive erosion of the Muddy Sound Spirit Power, causing faint blood to seep from their facial features.

Red Bamboo Taoist’s expression was grim.

The echoes of the opera lingered hauntingly, and under the influence of Muddy Sound Spirit Power, Pear Garden felt utterly distorted and wrong.

"If we stay in Pear Garden too long, we’ll lose our minds sooner or later..."

Their surroundings transformed, shifting from the dim alleys of Rong Town to a dense, moist jungle where the greenery grew thick and lush.

"Break!"

The Red Bamboo Taoist let out a muffled groan as the centipede slammed heavily onto the ground. Toxic spiritual power scattered in all directions, billowing black smoke briefly dispelling the Muddy Sound Spirit Power within five meters.

The rest quickly began setting up an array, causing the illusory forest around them to vanish abruptly, though an inexplicable nausea rose from deep within.

Their vision gradually refocused, and the stench of roasted human flesh filled their nostrils.

Red Bamboo Taoist scanned the area, her gaze landing upon a lavish opera house. At the center, a wooden stage was built specifically for performances.

On the stage stood a furnace constructed from stacked stone bricks, inside which hung several corpses. Their skin and flesh sizzled and dripped oil under the intense heat.

"This place..."

Rows upon rows of chairs surrounded the wooden stage. Hu Wen leaned against the wall, and the flesh on her feet had taken on a slimy, slug-like texture.

The other cultivators in the same group hid in the corners of the opera house, not daring to approach Hu Wen, their eyes filled with sheer terror as they watched her.

Hu Wen muttered to herself, "In no more than two hours, that stupid pig will show itself. You brought everything I asked for, yes?"

"A total of three hundred and seventy-five corpses, provided by Fire Workshop."

The Red Bamboo Taoist felt a chill of dread but still put away her centipede and approached Hu Wen.

She shook open a storage bag, causing a mountain of corpses to tumble into the opera house, filling the air with a pungent and sickly scent.

The bodies had clearly been dead for some time, preserved using some special technique.

Their skin was waxy yellow, their average age exceeding five centuries, and their bodies bore the marks of the destructive illness known as Death Disease. Evidently, Fire Workshop selected specific corpses for use before burning the rest.

Hu Wen grinned as she appraised the Daoist robes of Red Bamboo Taoist and her group, unable to help but praise, "Li Mo’s artifact refining grows more and more uninhibited; it’s truly singular."

She rose and walked to the furnace, motioning for the other cultivators to bring the corpses to the stage.

The Red Bamboo Taoist dared not ask questions, but Hu Wen murmured to herself, "Who could imagine beasts from the inner city district, even with no spiritual wisdom, would still carry an unexplainable obsession."

"The stupid pig seems to be reliving habits from its previous life, hunting its prey, gravely injuring them, tossing them into a furnace to burn, and finally tearing out their hearts to eat."

"I suppose the inner city must have a hiding place for the Deceit Beasts."

Red Bamboo Taoist opened the furnace, revealing hooks forged from flesh that pierced the corpses, suspending them as they roasted under the intense heat.

"This is..."

"It’s a pity that the Puppet Cultivators’ numbers were just enough for two furnace loads. Sigh, I should have seized the chance to tear that stupid pig to shreds."

The furnace, as the core of the illusion realm, seemed to draw the attention of Deceit Beasts.

Hu Wen’s tone was laced with regret; despite encountering the beast twice, she had failed to kill it.

But now, with almost four hundred corpses, she felt assured. She wouldn’t need to figure out a way to forcibly break Pear Garden’s illusion realm.

Red Bamboo Taoist shivered and waited silently by the side.

Time passed uncertainly, and when the sound of opera singing resumed, the concentration of Muddy Sound Spirit Power in the air surged. The cultivators braced themselves as if facing a deadly threat.

"Ya ya ya ya..."

"Stack the Seven Star Stove, boil the Three Rivers in the bronze pot, set the Eight Immortal Table for guests from Sixteen directions, all are welcomed..."

Red Bamboo Taoist blinked, suddenly noticing a mass of flesh and blood appearing on the stage. Within moments, it sprouted limbs and a head, transforming into a scholar over four meters tall.

The scholar was dressed in green robe, his delicate appearance marked with drawn feminine makeup, yet he charged at the furnace like a feral beast, grabbing charred flesh and stuffing it into his mouth.

After devouring wildly, he grew increasingly bloated, quickly losing his human form and transforming into a pig-like creature covered with holes.

The Piglet Beast emitted piercingly sharp noise from the holes with every breath.

The Red Bamboo Taoist instinctively covered her head, her eyes bloodshot and on the verge of bursting. When she looked at the beast again, Hu Wen was already locked in battle with it.

Hu Wen’s mastery of the "Nine-Extension Technique" allowed her to rear slugs within her body, shifting her injuries onto her spirit beasts.

However, after her foundation was largely destroyed, even the Xiu Bone Pill couldn’t explain her steady rise in cultivation; it must have been more than just the Nine-Extension Technique.

Red Bamboo Taoist couldn’t help but feel that Hu Wen’s methods were even more terrifying than those of the beast. Her body was constantly accompanied by muffled sounds—the result of slugs inside her crumbling under the strain of transferring injuries.

Nonetheless, Hu Wen kept a vast number of slugs, choosing to trade damage for damage without significant risk to her own life in the short term.

Red Bamboo Taoist suppressed distracting thoughts and continually added more corpses to the furnace.

The disturbances within Pear Garden grew ever more intense, unmistakably different from previous occurrences. Fine cracks had already begun spreading across the surface of reality.

After nearly an hour, the Piglet Beast finally fled, smashing through the walls in a desperate escape.

Boom...

Its body was mangled beyond recognition, its wounds crawling with slugs, and its decayed Five Internal Organs were even visible within.

Buildings close to Pear Garden activated defensive magic artifacts to fend it off.

Even in its weakened state, the Piglet Beast was far from something ordinary cultivators of the Weak Crown Period could handle. One misstep led to certain death and the disappearance of their Dao.

Hu Wen and the others seemed temporarily trapped within the illusion realm, giving the Piglet Beast an opportunity to escape the courtyard.

An Gang, cautious as ever, decided not to strike. After all, the Piglet Beast wouldn’t get far; if it devoured a few hearts from cultivators of the Weak Crown Period, its injuries would heal instantly.

As he focused on commanding his constables to lay a trap, a figure appeared unexpectedly atop the roof of Calligraphy and Painting Hall.

Li Mo watched the Piglet Beast with keen interest.

Surprisingly, the beast seemed drawn to Li Mo’s heart, finding it irresistibly enticing despite its worsening injuries. It scrambled towards Calligraphy and Painting Hall with all its might.

The cultivators stared in confusion, unable to understand the beast’s sudden change in direction.

No one noticed that Li Mo’s aura radiated the Spell of Hui Qingyi. A moment later, dust enveloped the Piglet Beast’s head.

"Toad!"

Li Mo shriveled and thinned, his blood and flesh spiritual power almost entirely drained by the Golden Toad.

Gwaa...

A fifteen-meter giant appeared in mid-air, its mass centered on the Piglet Beast, causing a surge of pressure to ripple outward for a kilometer.

The Golden Toad’s sheer weight was formidable beyond imagination. Although its crushing attack was prone to being evaded, its potency was unmatched within the Weak Crown Period.

Boom!!!

The ground caved in by over half a meter. When the cultivators looked again, Li Mo stood beside the beast, extracting its deceit beast blood into a glass bottle.

One thousand contribution points earned.

The group inhaled sharply; was there anything the Mountain and Sea Hermit couldn’t excel at?