Chapter 56: 056: Corrupt Corpses, Resentful Ghosts (Part 3)

Wang Wu patted the non‑existent dust off his clothes, returned to the room, and his expression made it clear he was very happy.

He hadn't realized that Zhao Xingyue, who was on the bed, had just woken up; after coming in she plopped onto the floor, crossed her legs, and began tallying the spoils of the battle that had lasted a little over an hour.

The place he had deliberately chosen was indeed perfect—fishing plus soft plums, truly exhilarating.

At night some things were indeed drawn by the cultivator's scent, but unfortunately their strength was low; although Wang Wu wanted to pick the soft plums, those plums were a bit too soft.

There were four Yao Mo Gui Gui in total, and only one resentful ghost was relatively hard to deal with; Wang Wu tangled with it for about half an hour.

The second hardest was a demon that still retained some reason, far clearer than the one encountered during the day, even begging for mercy.

Wang Wu, being kind‑hearted, felt the same race's suffering and simply let it be released, turning it into a demon pill in his hand.

Once possessed it still had a chance to reverse, but it had already begun demonic transformation and could no longer return.

It would only sink deeper, eventually falling completely and becoming a monster.

This fellow of the same race finally sobered up, bowed gratefully toward Wang Wu, then ceased resistance, bowed her head for execution, and let Wang Wu take her demon pill.

It was a wolf demon, a blue wolf over three meters long.

As for the two demons, they were killed casually; their realms were very low—one at the Retreat from Mortality stage, the other at the Initial True Recognition stage, levels Wang Wu could have handled before heading to He Dong Xian, let alone now.

Though the profit was modest, mosquito‑leg is still better than nothing; the two demon pills can still give Wang Wu a bit of aid.

Two demon pills, one demon pill. After this battle, a night passed uneventfully until the next day.

The next morning, Wang Wu stretched lazily, rubbed his still‑sleepy eyes. Then he lowered his head, looking at the two demon pills in his left palm that had completely lost their effect, turning gray‑white. He opened his hand, and the two pills instantly turned into powder.

Looking at the demon pill in his right hand, it still exuded demonic qi, containing dense energy. No wonder it's a true‑realm demon pill, truly durable.

He got up, walked to Zhao Xingyue's bedside, prepared to examine her body and input some potent Yin true energy to continue treatment, then planned to go back.

Mainly to report safety to the three female demons, have breakfast, and after that return here to keep fishing. Fishing works the same in daylight, and daytime fishing is even less risky than at night.

Mosquito‑leg is still mosquito‑leg; as long as the quantity is enough, the effect won't differ much.

He extended a finger onto Zhao Xingyue's abdomen for a check. At that moment, Zhao Xingyue, still lying on the bed, opened her eyes and said to Wang Wu:

"Last night, thank you…"

"Hmm?" Wang Wu glanced at her, noticed her face was a bit flushed, then placed the back of his right hand on her forehead, puzzled, and said:

"Hey, why's your head still hot? I don't see any problem with your body, right?"

After saying that, Zhao Xingyue's face turned even redder. At that point, seeing her expression and glancing at his left hand, Wang Wu finally realized.

"Um…"

Wang Wu opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know what. After a brief daze, he finally spoke:

"Your body has no real issue; I'll channel more qi to you. I'll go back in a moment and will be back after a while. Then I'll close the door for you. As for the ceiling…"

Wang Wu looked up at the ceiling, "It's broad daylight, you shouldn't worry about anything. Besides, this house is sturdy; even wild beasts can't collapse it, let alone crawl in. I'll step out to relieve myself, so you won't have to worry about beasts approaching."

"Thank you…"

Zhao Xingyue whispered.

"Hmm." Wang Wu nodded, then took out the blue wolf demon pill he had dug up yesterday and placed it in her hand, "The fellow of the same race we caught last night has unfortunately already demonicized; even though he cleared his mind at the last moment, it was too late."

"Did you finish that demon pill?" Wang Wu asked.

"There's still plenty left."

"Good, use both together." He put this demon pill into Zhao Xingyue's other hand, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Sir." But just as Wang Wu reached the doorway, Zhao Xingyue called him.

"What's the matter?"

He asked.

"Your great kindness yesterday, Zhao Xingyue will never forget; if the chance arises, I will repay you."

Looking at Wang Wu's face, Zhao Xingyue promised solemnly.

"Whatever." After hearing her, Wang Wu waved casually, "I saved you just out of habit; after all, I took so many inner pills from your fellow, you didn't die, so I helped, and it also let me practice my medical skills."

"You needn't thank me much, because if you had died I would have taken your human pill anyway. Since you didn't die, I just gave you a hand."

"But if you really intend to thank me, you could consider giving me some money; I'm short on cash. Artifacts are also fine, as long as they're ones usable by us demons."

Having said that, without waiting for a reply, Wang Wu waved his hand and walked straight out of the house. He lifted the door panel outside, forced it into the ground before the doorway, completely blocking the entrance.

Inside, Zhao Xingyue's gaze remained on the doorway until the door panel, jammed into the ground, fully covered the frame, then she withdrew her sight.

Recalling Wang Wu's words, a smile tugged at her mouth, and her mood improved a bit.

This demon, though, was quite amusing in speech.

Of course, she only found it interesting, not any romantic feeling. Earlier, Wang Wu's finger pressing on her upper abdomen had indeed made her blush for a moment, but for a human woman that's a normal reaction; after all humans are rather conservative.

Moreover, Zhao Xingyue had long had her heart set on someone else; in this life, only her senior brother could move her.

Outside the door, after urinating outside the demon‑suppression circle, Wang Wu transformed into a heavenly demon body and sped toward home.

At this moment the sky outside was still dark, even though it was already seven‑thirty in the morning; the whole world remained shrouded in darkness.

Inside the wooden hut, Wang Wu had already left, but the light sphere he left behind still illuminated the hut. Zhao Xingyue lay quietly on the bed, surrounded by silence, no insects chirping, no birds or beasts calling.

She closed her eyes and continued refining the demon pill in her hand. She was not Wang Wu; she could only refine one at a time.

Time rushed forward, night faded, the sun rose from the east, hanging high in the nine heavens, shedding light and heat.

The temperature gradually rose, but for a cultivator like Zhao Xingyue, even in this state, unless the temperature were extreme, it would have no effect on her.

Zhao Xingyue refined the demon pill, drawing its power into her energy center, accelerating her self‑repair. With Wang Wu's potent Yin true energy and the pill's aid, she could feel her internal injuries healing at a rapid pace.

Of course, such severe wounds would still take ten days to a half‑month to fully mend internally. Yet, relative to her injuries, this was already a remarkably fast rate.

"Junior brother, come up quickly! Come up quickly!!!"

At that moment, a voice shattered Zhao Xingyue's silence; she opened her eyes, then her expression froze.

She hadn't expected anyone human to come to this place, and Wang Wu hadn't either.

But now, on the front wall of the small hut's main door, a head was poking out, constantly staring toward her.

(End of Chapter)