My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 561 - 492: Possessed by the Devil?

Chapter 561: Chapter 492: Possessed by the Devil?

The young Duanmu Zhizhu glanced at the flatbread in the hands of the simple big uncle, deftly reached into his pocket for a piece of dried meat, and snatched half of the flatbread from the big uncle’s hand.

Before the uncle could complain, he took two bites of the flatbread and tossed the dried meat back to him.

Looking at the big uncle’s slightly helpless expression, he said, "Who in our group doesn’t know we have an uncle madly craving to cultivate immortality? A congenital martial artist from the Demon Suppression Bureau, Uncle Cheng, I have to admire you."

The simple big uncle Luo Renjing glimpsed at the special spiritual dried meat in his hand, then looked at the special dry food cake, made with spiritual rice stem and hastily consumed by the young man, purchased from the Demon Suppression Bureau.

In the end, he didn’t say anything but took a bite of his dried meat and said, "Us old folks can’t keep up with young ones like you. With our blood-shedding days, where we never know when they might end, we have to leave something for our families."

"If it wasn’t for the immense consumption from cultivation, I wouldn’t bother getting these special foods in the bureau."

"In my opinion, Uncle, you’d be better off learning from the third team leader. First, trade for a spell, then worry about the cultivation method."

Duanmu Zhizhu didn’t buy it and continued with the previous topic. He turned to the icy youth team leader next to him and said, "Isn’t that right, captain?"

The youth team leader paused in his eating and cast a cold glance at the boy.

"Er...." Duanmu Zhizhu, like someone being choked, shrunk back and quietly lowered his head to eat his food.

Seeing the Duanmu Zhizhu’s mouse-like demeanor, Uncle Luo Renjing laughed and scolded, "If you really want to cultivate immortality, you must first grasp the cultivation method. Those who only study spells and not the method often become Heretics and harm others and themselves."

Before the two could continue, all five suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Chirp, chirp!"

"Crash!"

"Be careful, it looks like the demon cultivator we’re chasing is on his last legs, get ready..."

Before Luo Renjing could finish speaking, various fierce beasts began to charge out from the wilderness.

Snakes and worms, rats and ants, even wolves and birds were all present.

Each beast looked like it had gone mad, with intense blood-red eyes as they charged toward five people, fearing neither life nor death.

"Ha ha, bring it on!" Fifteen-year-old Duanmu Zhizhu seemed the most naive and young, but his fighting style was the most brutal.

His weapon was a pair of weird large round hammers. With the blessing of his congenital cultivation, he swung the heavy weapons with vigorous momentum, turning all the rushing beasts into a pulp with his hammer.

Despite the stack of corpses in the woods, the beasts, driven by some great fear, did not scatter and kept charging at five people relentlessly.

The five congenital martial artists, dealing with these creatures, was neither challenging nor easy. Back to back, they formed a defensive circle and the situation turned into a deadlock.

As the bodies kept piling up, the smell of blood got stronger. At some point, a faint blood mist began to rise.

Unaware, the five people kept inhaling it. Gradually, from lucidity, their eyes began to turn red.

This condition lasted for about two quarters of an hour.

"Thud!"

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, the five congenital martial artists collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

And the surrounding swarm of fierce beasts suddenly stopped. They mechanically made way, leading into the wilderness.

"Tap tap!"

As the faint footsteps echoed from the wilderness, the surrounding blood mist rushed in that direction.

...

After a moment, when the blood mist had nearly dissipated, a figure swayed out of the woods.

Her face was beautiful, and her figure tall and curvy. Apart from being a bit flamboyant, she looked like a worldly beauty.

However, there were two bloody tails swaying behind her, indicating that she was no ordinary human.

"Humph, if it weren’t for fear of drawing the attention of the high-ranking officials from the Demon Suppression Bureau and attracting advanced cultivators, how could I, a girl, be hunted by a group of trash like you for half a day."

The demoness elegantly walked up to the unconscious people, glancing at them with a look of disgust.

Being an elite direct descendant of the Bone-Refining Sect, she held the cultivation of an Advanced Pupil, just short of Foundation Establishment due to lacking a Spiritual Object.

On this occasion, their entire Bone-Refining Demonic Sect had ventured out to this remote place in hopes of catching someone off-guard and to cultivate enough Human Pills.

As a result, several elders who led the team to assassinate Qin Tian Supervisory Officer were mysteriously wiped out, they knew then that they had met a powerful individual.

They were initially arranged to initiate the attack on the city staff who were producing the Human Pills, as soon as the elders had dealt with the Qin Tian Supervision.

Everything had been ready when they discovered the annihilation of the elders and none of the higher-ups had managed to escape.

Upon realizing something was wrong, they scattered and fled.

Under such circumstances, she was discovered and relentlessly pursued.

She had long grown impatient with being chased by a few congenital martial artists and had endured till now before striking. Aiming to reach the outskirts of Chengde, where there were less concerns.

As she pondered, her tails to and fro like spears, preparing to attack the five men.

But at that moment, she was shocked.

"Swish!"

As the sound of ripped cloth echoed, the place where the young, icy team leader collapsed suddenly surged with mana.

The icy young man was actually a monk, and an Advanced Pupil, no weaker than her, studying the direct lineage of their Bone-Refining Sect!

’Did I just blow our Sect’s cover?’