The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

This little lady is truly sensible. He happily goes to lift the bed curtain, only to see her giving him a slight smile. This smile blooms like a hundred flowers, containing an indescribable charm and grace, and he is instantly enchanted, his hand paused.

Just at that moment, something underneath the quilt suddenly begins to stir, and before he can react, a vine extends from under the quilt, gently wrapping around his waist, swiftly and skillfully coiling around twice. This vine is dark gold in color, somewhat transparent, and appears like glaze. Very prettily, a gardening enthusiast might want to cultivate it as a potted plant to admire it, but the blue barbs on the vine ruin the scene.

Yang Mo’er exclaims, "What is this thing...uh..." Before he finishes speaking, the end of the vine suddenly rises up like a spirit snake and, taking advantage of his opened mouth, it thrusts straight into it!

The two people behind him see the sudden change, both are startled, but blocked by Yang Mo’er’s back, they can only see his whole body trembling violently, as if experiencing intense pain, yet unable to make a sound. They cannot see how the skin on his face and body visibly shrinks at an observable speed, quickly turning into a skin-and-bone mummy-like form.

In just that instant, all the blood and flesh essence of his body are completely absorbed by the vine!

In the Immortal Plant Garden of Hidden Stream, the Devouring Demon Vine Meat Ball, well nurtured for years, has power that even demons below the Returning to Void Stage cannot withstand, let alone such an ordinary human? The Meat Ball’s innate ability is to secrete digestive juices, dissolving the prey’s blood and flesh into liquid, which it then sucks up through the straw-like vine, providing itself nourishment. Many carnivorous plants have this ability, it’s just that its digestive juice works at a rather... perverse speed, and the prey is still alive when being dissolved, forced to endure this non-human pain, and the first to be dissolved is the throat muscle, so no scream can be made.

If not for this demon vine protecting her, how could Changtian leave Ning Xiaoxian alone in the inn?

Yang Mo’er, sucked dry like an empty bag, falls to the ground with a "thud", the other two are momentarily dumbfounded, only then seeing the culprits are actually several vine-like spirit snakes, and these things grow down from the bed.

Oh my, what on the bed is not a beautiful young lady, but rather a life-stealing banshee! These two are instantly scared pale, each screaming as they scramble to flee towards the door, no longer bothering to suppress Ahua!

The Meat Ball is unwilling to let these two escape, nor does it put their speed in its eyes. Long vines lash out like whips, "snap" twice, wrapping them both up.

Liu San, with a somewhat agile mind, screams, "Immortal lady, spare us, we have offended without realizing, we won’t dare again!"

No response comes from the bed, instead the Meat Ball proudly raises its tail tip again, fiercely stabbing into the mouths of these two unlucky fellows. These wretched creatures dare to utter insults towards the female owner, if left to die too easily, when Lord Divine Monarch returns, surely it will face grave consequences!

Unfortunately, the blood and flesh essence of mortals is too meager, not durable, it only sucked twice and already absorbed them clean, causing too short a delay in suffering for these two.

Ning Xiaoxian faintly reminds, "You’re slow, there is another outside."

Validating her words, it seems that person outside holds a very low position in this small group, yet exhibits sharp eyesight, and is actually a Flying Leg, he had already started to dash frantically downstairs as Yang Mo’er hit the ground. By the time the Meat Ball finishes with Liu San and the other accomplice, this man has already run out of Jingshangxing Inn, only his voice echoes in all directions: "Murder, murder, there’s murder in the inn——!"

On this quiet night of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, his shrill voice instantly spreads far and wide, who knows how many people have heard it.

This is bad. Ning Xiaoxian silently sighs, killing without silencing witnesses, endless troubles ensue, yet now she cannot even move her pinkie.

Actually, when these people were downstairs, she had already heard someone stealthily entering and the sounds of tussling with Ahua. At this time, those sneaking into the inn are most likely thieves; she even wished they would steal something and quickly leave, who knew they’d come straight towards her private room, obviously targeting her.

Currently, her health is compromised, naturally aware of the trouble brought by not killing a snake with a single blow, thus she intended to wait for these people to completely enter the room before having the Devouring Demon Vine strike. Who knew Ahua would interrupt...

Ahua crawled up from the ground, wiped his nosebleed, approached her with hesitation, asking: "Benefactor, what should we do, now, now?"

What else can we do? The fleeing fellow’s pig-like wailing can be heard by anyone nearby with ears. Her sharp hearing even catches the sounds of other guests in this inn waking, clearly all disturbed.

"Take me and leave quickly!" She bites her lip, "We can’t stay here long." This is truly the plight of a tiger fallen to the plains being bullied by dogs.

How to take her and leave? Ahua helplessly glances at her twice, suddenly resolves: "Forgive my impudence!" He lifts the bed curtain, wraps her carefully in two layers of quilt, one layer of blanket, then reaches out to pick her up, rushing hurriedly out.

From start to finish, he dares not touch her skin.

The one who escaped was so frightened he forgot his carriage at the inn’s back door. Ahua rushes out, angrily shouts at the driver: "Move away!" reaching out to push him.

The driver, still startled by the earth-shattering cries, is confused, suddenly seeing another person bolting from inside, terrified but then calms on seeing this person is weak, thin, looking of no threat, in relief, raises a whip: "Where did this punk come from, daring to scare your grandfather?!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)