"Hey, are you going to give it to me or not?" Gu Qingfeng, his hand outstretched, was growing impatient.
The Old Man finally reacted, eyeing Gu Qingfeng's muscular arm and swallowing hard. However, he made no unusual movements, simply handing over the item to Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng took it and examined it closely.
Damn, it's just a piece of tree bark?
Wait, what did the old guy say about talismans, and considering his tearing motion...
Gu Qingfeng quickly pieced it together. This old man must be a tree demon, and his bark could be used to make talismans. It seemed the Demon Suppression Bureau came to collect bark from him every so often.
The Demon Suppression Bureau sure had clever methods. No wonder they established the Demon Suppression Prison - it was basically a renewable resource bank!
But what about demons like corpse demons and eye demons? They didn't have any renewable resources, so why keep them?
Could it be that the higher-ups at the Demon Suppression Bureau, like himself, enjoyed watching them dance?
Gu Qingfeng didn't dwell on it too much. The implications were terrifying, and it might involve some big shots' privacy.
Since the bark could be used to make talismans, it must be worth something, so Gu Qingfeng accepted it.
However, after taking it, Gu Qingfeng found himself in a dilemma.
As the saying goes, "You can't bite the hand that feeds you." Now that he had accepted the gift, it wouldn't be appropriate to beat the old man, would it?
As Gu Qingfeng was pondering whether to switch to another cell, the Old Man spoke again.
"Young man, are you in a hurry to report back? If not, could you keep this old man company for a while? I've been locked up in the Demon Suppression Prison for ten years, and I've barely spoken to anyone. My life is coming to an end, and I just want to chat with someone to ease my troubled mind before I die."
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Gu Qingfeng agreed readily. To be honest, he was also curious about demons. Usually, when warriors encountered demons, they would just fight to the death. Due to their different races, there was almost zero communication.
The Old Man was overjoyed to see Gu Qingfeng agree so readily.
He secretly mused that naive youngsters were indeed easy to fool!
"Let me tell you my story," the Old Man said, suddenly looking wistful.
"Great, I love stories!" Gu Qingfeng exclaimed happily.
"A hundred years ago, in Ji County, there was a small mountain village called Zhang Family Village. The people there were simple and isolated from the world. There was a little boy named Zhang Heng who accidentally planted a small locust tree..."
The Old Man watched Gu Qingfeng listening intently, inwardly laughing hysterically. Today was the day for his escape! Such a naive youngster was rare to come by in a hundred years!
Once I slowly coax him to open the door...
Click!
The cell door opened.
The Old Man, still in the middle of his story, froze, his eyes bulging as he watched Gu Qingfeng walk in.
What's going on?! Why isn't he following the script?
I haven't finished my story yet, I haven't even revealed the information about the secret treasure...
"Y-y-you... Why did you come in?!" the Old Man exclaimed in shock. "I'm a demon, aren't you afraid I'll eat you?"
Gu Qingfeng plopped down next to the Old Man, patting him on the shoulder. "I can tell you're a good demon. Besides, listening to stories through a door doesn't feel right."
This response completely threw the Old Man off.
What should he do next? Continue with the plan and finish the story, or attack immediately?
The Old Man looked at Gu Qingfeng, who was now so close, as these two options flashed through his mind.
"Keep going with the story, I want to hear more. What happened to the little locust tree?" Gu Qingfeng asked earnestly.
"The little locust tree grew up and became a demon, then it ate everyone in Zhang Family Village."
As he said this, the kind and gentle expression on the Old Man's face disappeared, replaced by a fierce, bloodthirsty grimace!
Gu Qingfeng was taken aback. "Is that the end of the story?"
The Old Man looked at Gu Qingfeng menacingly, his voice twisted and chilling: "Yes, it's over."
At the same time, countless thick branches suddenly sprouted from his body, instantly filling the entire cell. His face transformed into dry, bark-like skin.
Gu Qingfeng exploded in anger: "What the hell kind of story was that?!"
Smack!
He slapped the Old Man's bark-like face hard.
The Old Man was stunned.
"Don't you have any professional pride? Couldn't you at least finish the story before attacking? Do you know how you're no different from those cliffhanger-loving bastards?"
"Human, you dare to hit me when death is at your doorstep? I'll turn you into my nutrients!" the Old Man snarled furiously.
The next moment, countless vines and branches, like pythons, viciously attacked Gu Qingfeng, wrapping around his entire body in an instant, leaving only his head exposed.
Then, the vines and branches tightened their grip, a tremendous force crushing Gu Qingfeng's entire body.
This strangling force was different from the corpse demon's punches; it was a compressive force acting on his entire body.
Ding!
You have been attacked by the hundred-year-old locust tree demon.
Strength +5!
Suddenly, a powerful force surged through his body. Gu Qingfeng felt his physical strength explode, his body brimming with inexhaustible energy.
This feeling of becoming stronger excited him greatly.
"Please, use more force. I can take it," he said.
"You dare to talk tough in the face of death? Let's see what's harder - your bones or your mouth!" the Old Man raged.
The vines and branches continued to tighten.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!!!
You have been attacked by the hundred-year-old locust tree demon.
Strength +5 +5 +5 +5 +...
Ding!
Congratulations, host! Your strength has broken through the limit, obtaining [Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers]!
Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers?!
The strength of one bull is a thousand jin, so nine bulls would be nine thousand jin. The strength of one tiger is eight thousand jin, so two tigers would be sixteen thousand jin. Together, the Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers is twenty-five thousand jin!
Twenty-five thousand jin of immense strength!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
