The night was as dark as ink and the moon was hanging high in the sky.
Ling Xian's face was pale and his breathing was weak. It was obvious that he was heavily wounded.
This made the demon's thoughts run wild. He was hesitating whether or not he should use this opportunity to kill Ling Xian.
Without a doubt, this was a great opportunity. With a flick of his finger, he could kill Ling Xian.
However, the trauma Ling Xian brought him was far too deep. He wasn't sure if he could kill Ling Xian in one hit. If he fails, then he won't be able to keep his life.
Therefore, the demon was hesitating.
"Oh no!"
Ling Xian frowned. Just how sensitive was his spiritual sense? Even though the demon didn't reveal any killer's intent, Ling Xian felt something was off. At this very moment, the demon was getting restless. His intention couldn't be more obvious.
"It looks like he wants to use this opportunity to kill me."
Ling Xian's heart dropped but the corner of his lips curled up. He smiled, "Demon, this is a great opportunity. Don't you want to make a move?"
"Hmm?"
Seeing how relaxed Ling Xian was, the demon hesitated even more. He wasn't sure if Ling Xian was faking it or if he truly was fearless.
After all, Ling Xian left far too deep of a shadow in his heart. The pain of refining still made him fearful. If he fails, then his soul will be destroyed and he will disappear from this world.
But if he succeeds, then he will no longer be under Ling Xian's control. He will be able to fly as high as he wants and live his life freely.
At once, the demon hesitated and fell into a dilemma.
At this, Ling Xian's heart dropped again. His injuries were extremely serious. Not only were his meridians and bones half broken, but even his Golden Dan was cracking.
What was even worse was that it was hard for him to even move, let alone call out to the Demon Defending Monument. Therefore, what could he use to suppress the demon?
"This is one disaster after another."
Silently sighing, Ling Xian knew that he could not show any fear right now. Therefore, he waved around his sleeve and summoned the Demon Defending Monument.
"Demon, you are hesitating whether or not to kill me. There is no need to be so conflicted. You are very capable and I am heavily injured. I cannot resist at all. "
Ling Xian looked at the demon on the tree and revealed a faint smile, "Perhaps you only need to move a finger and I will die."
"Hmph!"
The demon hissed. He was born to be suspicious. The more Ling Xian acted like this, the more uncertain he became. Plus, the Demon Defending Monument's unparalleled power made him afraid to make a move.
"Forget it. It's only three things anyway. There's no need to take this risk."
Sighing, the demon dispersed the demonic energy that was ready to explode. He said, "I have always been a man of my words. Why would I do something like that?"
"Keeping promises? Indeed, the Demon Venerable is a man of his word. He is a gentleman. "
Ling Xian teased, knowing that the demon was shocked by him. It had nothing to do with keeping his promise. However, he didn't point it out. If he caused this demon to fly into a rage out of humiliation, then it wouldn't be worth it.
In any case, the deterrent effect had been achieved, so naturally, everyone was happy.
"Humph, of course."
The demon's face was a little red. As a demonic cultivator, though he wasn't completely evil, he wasn't destined to be called a gentleman.
"If that's the case, then please give me some healing medicine so I can heal faster." Ling Xian grinned. He planned on using this opportunity to extort some money from the demon.
Don't forget, this demon was once a fifth leveled powerhouse. How could he not have some wealth?
"Hmmph, I have been trapped by the Demon Defending Monument for thousands of years. The healing Dans have lost their effectiveness a long time ago." The demon hissed, "Why don't you just let me do it? Why do you have to do it yourself and get so injured?"
"That won't do. The price of asking you to help me is very high. Of course I have to use it when it's needed." Ling Xian teased. There were two reasons why he didn't ask the demon to help him.
One, he made a promise with the demon to only do three things. If he asks the demon to help him for enemies he can handle, then what if there are enemies he can't handle in the future?
Two, Ling Xian didn't want himself to rely on the demon. After all, one day, the demon will leave him. Therefore, if he can handle an enemy, he will do it himself. He can also use this opportunity to train himself.
"Not a bad idea. Sadly, the price is being heavily injured."
Seeing how heavily injured Ling Xian was, the demon revealed a sarcastic smile. There was some schadenfreude and some satisfaction.
But in the next second, he wasn't happy.
"It's okay. I have you, don't I? I believe that this small injury is nothing to you. "Ling Xian grinned.
The demon frowned and said coldly, "I have told you that after thousands of years, the medicinal Dans have lost their effectiveness. Giving them to you is of no use."
"In this world, medicinal Dans aren't the only things that can heal."
The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. Looking at the demon, he said, "With your capabilities, I don't think you are lacking in healing techniques. I wonder if you can give me one? "
"You sure aren't being polite." The demon's expression turned cold and he was somewhat angry.
In the Taoism community, as long as it isn't a technique that can be found on the street, all techniques are valuable. It represented a complete inheritance, a treasure that every cultivator viewed as their own life.
Now, Ling Xian was asking for a technique the moment he opened his mouth. Naturally, the demon was enraged.
"You are flattering me. With the demon's abilities, what is one technique to me?" Ling Xian teased and casually glanced at the Demon Defending Monument.
It was this glance that made the demon's anger disappear. He couldn't help but shudder.
"Oh well, I will give it to you."
Remembering the pain of being suppressed, the demon exhaled a long sigh. He flapped around his sleeve and tossed a scroll before Ling Xian.
"This technique is called the Blood Dissolving Technique. It can transform any living being's blood into energy to nourish oneself. The stronger the blood, the better the effect. Whether it's healing or cultivation, it's more suitable. "
Ling Xian frowned, "A demonic technique?"
"What else do you think?" The demon coldly snickered, "I am a demon. I don't have techniques like you righteous people."
"There is no absolute good or evil in this world. I don't dislike demonic cultivators. It's just that this technique … is a little evil." Ling Xian frowned, a little unwilling.
"How is this technique evil? It's not like I'm asking you to suck other people's blood. I'm merely asking you to turn it into energy. "
The demon smiled in disdain, "I have given you the technique. If you want to use it, use it. If you don't want to use it, it's up to you. But you have to make a decision quickly. There is blood here. If you absorb it now, it won't be useful in a while. "
Ling Xian frowned as he pondered on how to use this technique to heal his injuries. Or should he rely on the spiritual energy from Heaven and Earth and his own recovery abilities.
Just as he pondered, a series of footsteps arose from the forest before him, disrupting his train of thought.
Then, he saw a young woman in white appear before him.
This woman was about sixteen years old and had a beautiful face that could captivate even birds and beasts, and outshine the moon and put flowers to shame. Her body was curvy and graceful. She was truly a beauty that could cause the downfall of a city.
The moment he saw this woman, Ling Xian frowned. He felt a sense of familiarity.
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