Chapter 117

Everyone chatted for half an hour, and in the end Tang Luo made the decision, finalizing the plan—find the snake demon's lair and kill them all, leaving not a single scale.

After receiving high praise from King Kong, he expressed that a man should be upright and willing to follow Master Xuanzang for life.

After Qin Menglan and the others refined it, the plan ultimately became: discover the snake demon's lair, with Tang Luo and another person acting as bait to draw the enemy's attention.

Others would flank and maneuver, achieving mutual understanding, and finally rescue Grandfather in one move.

"Is it cooked yet?" With the plan perfectly set, everyone walked to the pot and asked Boiler Master Zhao Gailun.

Zhao Gailun shook his head; the water had been boiling for quite a while, but the gourd in the pot showed no change.

"Take it out first." Tang Luo said, not waiting for others to extinguish the fire and pour out the water, he directly reached in and scooped the gourd out.

"... Isn't it hot?" Lai Qing couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have pain nerves?"

"Not hot." Tang Luo said while simultaneously clenching his fist without warning.

The purple gourd in his hand turned into a large amount of fragments, and at the same time some blood welled up, falling into the pot.

Dyeing the originally somewhat clear water red.

He reopened his palm, on which there were no fate fragments, then threw all the remaining fragments and a leaf into the pot.

These crushed gourd fragments were not as solid as when they were whole.

They continuously sank and floated in the blood water, and soon disappeared entirely, likely having likewise turned into blood water and merged into it.

The blood water had no fishy smell; instead, it emitted a faint, fresh fragrance, which was extremely strange.

"Do you really think this thing is a gourd baby?" Tang Luo looked at Zhao Gailun and asked.

Zhao Gailun said nothing, utterly bewildered by what this gourd baby was all about!

"This thing can't be drunk, can it?" King Kong asked.

"You wouldn't really want to drink it, would you?" Qin Menglan asked; what kind of brain circuit would make someone interested in this pot of blood water?

King Kong nodded, seriously saying: "Master Xuanzang's power is so extraordinary, he must have special enhancement techniques. If drinking it boosts strength, why not drink it?"

"You can try a sip." Tang Luo said.

King Kong glanced at Tang Luo and said: "Good! I believe in the Master!" Having said that, he took a broken bowl, scooped half a bowl, blew on it twice, then gulped it down in one gulp!

Quite bold.

"Hiss!"

Just after drinking, King Kong's face instantly changed, his eyes widened, and his face showed a clear expression of pain.

"Is it poisonous?" Lai Qing asked.

Master Xuanzang is unreliable!

"... No... it's just too hot." King Kong struggled to speak, a stream of hot air blowing out.

"..."

"Besides the heat, what else do you feel?" Lai Qing asked.

"How to describe it... a heat current." King Kong said.

"Then isn't that just heat?" Lai Qing was speechless; do you really have nothing but muscles in your muscles-brained head?

"No, it's different." King Kong thought for a moment, "Anyway, I feel a bit full after a meal, full of strength. Yeah, like eating a Snickers in an ad! Strength is increasing, I can feel it."

"This miraculous?" Qin Menglan looked toward Tang Luo.

"Obtaining energy through eating—haven't we always been doing that?" Tang Luo said, "I said the little demons next door were crying from hunger, I wasn't lying to you."

Said very reasonably, impossible to refute.

"Another bowl!" King Kong happily scooped another bowl, this time having learned his lesson, blowing on it many times, then slowly drinking it down.

After the second bowl came the third, and when he was drinking the fourth.

King Kong's face changed again, he stepped back two steps, bent over, and suddenly spat out several dark-colored blood clots.

"... Washing marrow and cleansing the meridians?" Lai Qing asked, expelling bodily impurities?

"No, probably just reached the limit." Tang Luo walked over, placed his hand on King Kong's body, and a faint light flashed.

King Kong's painful expression gradually faded, he stepped back and said: "Thank you, Master."

"Is this just overeating?" Qin Menglan said.

"Not that simple." Tang Luo said, "After eating, the truly useful substances that can be digested are originally few. Many things, even if they fill you to bursting, only 'fill the stomach'; more are useless substances, even 'toxic,' and for strengthened demonic wanderers, this is also true."

"This gourd soup does have a bit of effect, but it's also toxic. Medicine is three parts poison; King Kong's limit should be three bowls, exceeding that."

At this moment, the solitary gourmet Tang Luo exuded the aura of a professional, displaying his professional competence.

Having said that, Tang Luo glanced again at the gourd soup in the pot: "If you want to drink, go ahead. After a while, it'll also be useless."

Everyone looked into the pot and found the blood water had already faded considerably.

To put it more professionally, as time passes, nutrients are lost, just unusually fast.

"Four bowls to the limit?" Zhao Gailun couldn't help but ask, this thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, who finally defected.

"How would I know?" Tang Luo said, limits between people are completely different.

"You're not drinking?" Qin Menglan asked.

Tang Luo shook his head; the same thing has different effects on different people.

For him, this gourd soup isn't even a cup of hot water; Tang Luo also didn't deliberately make a pot of delicious thick soup, there's no need to drink it.

"No special taste, just like ordinary water." King Kong said, walked to the side, and began daily squat training.

Others no longer hesitated, each drank a little.

Lai Qing had two bowls, and when slowly drinking the third to halfway, he felt something off and stopped on his own.

Yunxiao Huan was at the level of two bowls, Qin Menglan one and a half bowls.

Zhao Gailun, this thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, drank four bowls, more than King Kong, completing the final mop-up operation.

Although it doesn't mean the group's combat power, it can to some extent reflect from the side; purely discussing physical quality, Qin Menglan is actually the worst.

Looking at her, she seemed even more gaunt than Qin Menglan, except for her long legs that could salvage her dignity—yet within Li Qing's body lay a power that even surpassed Yunxiao Huan.

At night, no one felt like traveling, so they chose to rest here.

Late at night, Tang Luo stepped out of the small courtyard and came to the riverside.

In the night sky hung a full moon, its pure moonlight spilling onto the clothes, carrying an air of transcendence.

"Wind Junior Sister, is that you, Wind Junior Sister?" The transcendent monk did not gaze forty-five degrees upward at the moon, but instead looked to the side.

In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.

It was no one else—it was Li Qing herself.

"Don't shout randomly, I'm not that familiar with you," Wind Junior Sister Li Qing said.

She was precisely the one who had bound A Tuo as a hostage that day, later pursued by Tang Luo, and a member of the Wulin Shenhua possessing Nie Feng's destiny pattern.

Kicking Gu Feng to death with one foot was not a skill, but rather the "Wind's Tough Grass" from Nie Feng's Wind God Leg—it not only attacks the enemy with extreme speed, but also carries immense force, causing massive damage!

Poor Gu Feng had no idea at all that Li Qing was Tang Luo's "own person."

Of course, Li Qing's choice wasn't solely because Tang Luo was her own person; she also said Gu Feng was too weak, plus Tang Luo was too strong, and furthermore, everyone had signed the contract—her standing with Tang Luo was the correct choice.

"Indeed, it's you, Wind Junior Sister. Is this really your true form? I felt you looked better that day." Tang Luo gazed at Li Qing's chest and said.

When I met her during the day, I just felt somewhat familiar.

Kongming had mentioned the ability to transform masks—even without wearing one, the transformed face would last for a while.

The Li Qing I saw that day should have been a transformed appearance—this transformation lasted quite a long time.

"……Hehe." Li Qing responded with a hehe.

"Another Yunxiao Huan—could he be my sworn brother?" Tang Luo said, "We really are fated to meet."

Yunxiao Huan—again Yun, again Huan—most likely refers to that day's Xiao Li Flying Dagger.

Giving him such a name, the true meaning should probably be "Yun Xiao Huan," to remind oneself not to repeat Li Xunhuan's mistakes.

"No," Li Qing said, "he is Ye Kai's destiny pattern, and also one of us from Wulin Shenhua."

"Oh, I see," Tang Luo said.

Ye Kai, Li Xunhuan's disciple, inherited the true transmission of the Xiao Li Flying Dagger, and is also one who "never misses."

Besides that, his lightness skill has been unmatched for eighty years, his blood can neutralize a hundred poisons, and his heart method "Wan Liu Gui Zong" can break all hidden weapons.

Compared to the pitiful Li Xunhuan, this Ye Kai truly qualifies as the main protagonist. Of course, in terms of fame, he doesn't match Li Xunhuan.

"Then when he sees my sworn brother, won't he call out 'Master'?" Tang Luo said.

"Ye Kai is stronger than Xiao Li Flying Dagger," Li Qing said, "the two are indeed very similar, even both have an invisibility skill. I'm warning you: you've earned Xiao Li's grudge."

"Hmph."

Tang Luo let out a cold snort, lifted his chest, "So many people bear grudges against me—what rank does he hold? He couldn't even get in line. When the time comes for a life-or-death showdown at the gathering, let's settle victory and defeat, life and death—if you're a man, don't be a coward."

Li Qing said: "Xiao Li is Ye Kai's 'shadow'; the two are closely related, and Ye Kai bears no goodwill toward you. If you want to kill Xiao Li, Ye Kai won't stand by idly. Of course, for this mission, you needn't worry—given my understanding of Ye Kai, he is not someone who would neglect the greater good."

So many people bear grudges against you—what exactly are you proud of? Proud that so many hate you and yet you still live so well?

Well, it seems indeed possible to feel a little proud.

"No problem," Tang Luo said, not only unbothered but somewhat excited, "the two of us can go together."

One person, one destiny fragment; two people, two fragments!

Wulin Shenhua truly is a great organization!

It's just that the relationship between the original destiny and its holder has been inverted, easily causing dizziness.

But it doesn't matter—if both people kneel in joy, then this inverted relationship ceases to exist.

"……" Li Qing continued speaking through gritted teeth, "I really must warn you: don't die! Mr. Kongming has high hopes for you."

If it weren't for Mr. Kongming's sake, she wouldn't bother warning this arrogant, overconfident fool.

"No problem, Wind Junior Sister," Tang Luo said, full of confidence.

Li Qing despairingly lifted her head, gazing at the moon at a forty-five-degree angle, feeling as if she were talking to a chicken to a duck.

Why would someone like this be so strong?

But upon careful thought, Galen that sweet simpleton also possesses considerable strength—strength and weakness have nothing to do with personality.

It's not said that the strong must be meticulous-minded, unshaken even if Mount Tai collapses before them; cautious, mature people are not necessarily destined to become strong.