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Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 76 - 74 Special Life Essence for Humans Zhang Ran
Chapter 76: Chapter 74 Special Life Essence for Humans, Zhang Ran Overwhelmed by Emotion
Chapter 76 -74 Special Life Essence for Humans, Zhang Ran Overwhelmed by Emotion
Chu Feng walked forward and lifted the corpse of the Wraith Demon, beneath it was a delicate porcelain jar, adorned with an attractive blue and white pattern, a stark contrast to the crude pottery scattered everywhere on the ground.
The moment he saw the jar, Chu Feng knew that it was not something the Wraith Demons could have made.
It could only be crafted by humans.
The porcelain jar had a lid, which was also wrapped in a piece of cloth, sealed tight.
Chu Feng was very curious about what was inside the jar, which was found in the Wraith Demons’ main base, and made by humans.
What could be inside?
He tried to pull at it, and it opened easily.
So he held his breath, flipped the lid open, and immediately retreated three meters, quietly observing the mouth of the jar.
All was quiet.
He tried to breathe and noticed an extra hint of a heartwarming fragrance in the air.
The scent was similar to that of the liquid inside the pottery jar but purer, more pleasant.
After waiting a little while, and feeling no discomfort or dizziness, he slowly stepped forward and carefully peered into the jar from above.
The porcelain jar was full of a thick, clear liquid, reminiscent of unset glue, twinkling with specks of light in the darkness, looking very appealing.
Chu Feng dipped his Tang Sword into it, capturing a bit of the substance to observe up close, as the fragrant smell grew incredibly intense.
‘This looks like it might be something really good!’
He extended his left index finger and gently touched the transparent liquid, all the while ready to sever the fingertip immediately if the liquid turned out to be poisonous.
But the instant his finger touched the liquid, his eyes widened in shock.
[Contact with Demon Blood Mother Tree Life Essence (specially made for humans), would you like to extract Attribute Points?]
The Demon Blood Mother Tree, is it the true ruler of this Demon Domain?
The Mother Tree’s sap inside, is it specially made for the traitors of the Human Race? What is its purpose?
Are they, the people held in the Demon Domain, part of a trade between both sides?
The sudden prompt from the Attribute Panel, with the information it implied, sent Chu Feng into a brainstorm.
But it did not affect his choice of “Yes”.
No matter the use, being able to convert it into Attribute Points was the greatest benefit!
[Contact with Demon Blood Mother Tree Life Essence (specially made for humans), extracting Attribute Points 0.5]
The liquid that had adhered to the tip of the Tang Sword vanished in an instant, as if it had evaporated into the air, while the dispersing fragrance also gradually faded away.
Chu Feng nearly popped his eyes out of their sockets: ‘Damn, half an Attribute Point from just that tiny bit of liquid!?’.
He turned his head to look at the jar brimming with Mother Tree Life Essence and was beside himself with excitement: ‘I’ve struck it rich this time!’
Just as he was about to dip his hand into the liquid of the porcelain jar, something seemed to occur to him.
He first picked some turbid tree sap from the nearby pottery jar using his Tang Sword, and touched it with his finger, only to find, with disappointment, that the Attribute Panel did not pop up with a prompt.
Chu Feng thought it was a pity; if all of this tree sap on the ground could be converted to Attribute Points, he would become overnight rich.
And he would be fast on his way to pushing over Demons and dominating an era.
Since it couldn’t be utilized, he sheathed his Tang Sword, picked up the pottery jar, and without remorse, poured out all its contents.
If an enemy’s resources can’t be consumed, one must certainly destroy them!
After draining the brown tree sap, he placed it next to the porcelain jar, tipping almost all of the Life Essence from the porcelain jar into the pottery, leaving only a little bit in the bottom as evidence of the Human Race traitors’ collusion with Demons.
Then the time for harvest arrived!
Chu Feng rubbed his hands together excitedly, then plunged his hands straight into the pottery jar!
The next second, a massively potent surge of warmth blasted through his arm and into his body, leaving him astounded!
…
Outside the thatched house, in the cleared space, a group of bare-bottomed hostages sat listlessly on the damp earth.
The domain was filled with a thick, emotional fog that never dissipated, blocking the external sunlight, making the place exceptionally damp and chilly.
The martial artists, stripped of all their belongings and clothing, were at most in the Foundation Establishment Stage and had not reached the realm where they were impervious to cold and heat, so they shivered uncontrollably in the cold dampness.
They had no choice but to huddle together in groups of four or five for warmth, based on gender or personal relationships.
Low sobs and groans rustled and stirred, an atmosphere of despair pervading the scene, infinitely amplified by the emotional fog.
Everyone had seen the Bloodskin Wraith Demons feed the strange tree with the flesh and blood of their fellow humans and then extract the sap from the tree.
Struck by the tragedy of others, they empathized deeply and felt as though they had become the backup food for the demons.
Their only use was to be killed in the near future, chopped up into pieces, and then fed to those conscienceless demons, leaving not even a bone in existence!
In the midst of the silence, a choked female voice rang out, “Are we, going to die?”
Everyone turned to look and saw a young girl with a contorted face and tears streaming down her cheeks.
She was trembling uncontrollably, clutching her shoulders; her eyes were dark-circled and dim, lacking any sparkle, her tone filled with despair.
Her body bore faint purplish bruises from a beating, unnatural in that they caused no injuries, but made her look miserable.
She had no one to huddle with for warmth; the people she came with seemed to have ostracized her.
If Chu Feng were here, he would recognize her at a glance as Zhang Ran, whom he had beaten up before setting out.
It was no wonder no one cared for her, although when she publicly issued her venomous slanders against Zhao Fan and Li Siyun, many had joined in the jeering and helped fuel the injustice.
But those people were just onlookers enjoying the drama, cheering with their words alone.
Perhaps occasionally someone morally corrupt would test if Zhao Fan and Li Siyun were really as “easy” as claimed.
But they would never get close to an instigator like Zhang Ran.
After all, even the most sinister person would prefer a “pure” friend, not someone more vile and malicious than themselves.
Getting along with such a person meant constantly guarding your own secrets from being discovered, twisted out of context, exaggerated, and then broadcasted for the whole world to know.
Constant vigilance against a treacherous person was just too damn exhausting.
If the scoundrel wasn’t oneself, better dead than alive.
Therefore, when the other trialists saw Zhang Ran looking so wretched, they were indifferent.
Zhao Fan and Li Siyun, who were also present, along with those they were on good terms with, even showed a trace of satisfaction on their faces.
As for the strangers, they naturally didn’t bother to intervene upon witnessing this scene.
After seeing the disdainful looks from others, they just examined the lonely Zhang Ran, speculating why she had incurred the wrath of the crowd and was shunned by her peers.
Time passed, and no one addressed her question; everyone was immersed in their grief and fear.
Some of the relatively optimistic ones scoped out the surrounding environment and the sinister Wraith Demons staring in their direction, trying to find a chance to escape.
“We’re going to die, we’re definitely going to die…”
The murmurs grew louder, the crowd turned in astonishment, and saw that Zhang Ran’s face was contorted to the extreme, veins on her forehead bulging, her teeth biting deeply into her lips, fresh blood dripping down her chin onto her arm.
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Her body trembled violently, her skin turning redder and redder.
The surrounding hunters furrowed their brows, looking at the young woman about to be shattered by fear.
Hunters who ventured into the Blood Tree Demon Realm were always reminded to learn to control their emotions, especially not to fall into extreme ones.
Compared to its effect of obstructing vision, the emotional fog wasn’t very pronounced in amplifying emotions.
But that didn’t mean it was ineffective, as these eerie mists could invade the spirit of the warrior during extreme emotional fluctuations.
There had even been extreme cases where Foundation Building Warriors, after falling into extreme emotions, were controlled by the emotional fog, went berserk attacking their comrades, and ultimately died from entering a state of demonic rampage.
It appeared this woman was on the verge of breaking down.