My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 151 - 56: 9-Deaths Yin Serpent

The mountain air was damp and cold. The chill had frozen the mist and dew onto the rocks, a cold that seeped into one’s very bones.

A great bonfire blazed in the mountain hollow, driving away the cold mist. A pack of grotesque Demon Cultivators were holding a banquet there. The charcoal fire glowed brightly, roasting chunks of meat on iron skewers. Amidst the aroma of wine, an even richer, meatier fragrance drifted from the large cauldron over the bonfire.

The Demon Cultivators sat on the ground, feasting ravenously. The Demon Skills they cultivated mostly prized speed, paying no mind to future consequences. They had transformed themselves into bizarre Demons: some had fleshy tumors growing from their foreheads, others were covered in green fur, and one even had an extra demonic head sprouting from his neck. Their strange and varied forms were too numerous to count.

A jackal-headed Demon Fiend, wielding a sharp, ox-ear knife, was expertly dismembering a human sacrifice hanging from an iron hook. He carved out the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, rinsed them in the cold mountain spring water, and tossed them into the large cauldron.

He then stripped the lean and fatty meat from the body, threaded it onto iron skewers, and handed them to the other Demon Cultivators to roast over the charcoal fire themselves.

At his feet were seven or eight dog cages, inside which were huddled kidnapped mortals. Two days ago, these people had been crying and begging for mercy; today, they were scared witless by the horrific scene, their faces twisted and slack, drool dribbling from the corners of their mouths.

Yu Jingming was bound with ropes and hung from a crooked tree. Though shivering violently from the cold, he remained stubbornly silent. He was a disciple of the Shuijing Yu Family, a Foundation Establishment Clan in the Liao Kingdom. He was only ten years old and had been abducted by Demon Cultivators while visiting the Marketplace with his family.

Hanging beside him were six other children of about the same age, all of whom possessed Spirit Roots. Some of them had already begun their training and had some level of Cultivation. They were not as composed as Yu Jingming, and were crying and wailing nonstop.

Though young, as a disciple of the Yu Family, Yu Jingming was very knowledgeable about the Demon Cultivators of the Liao Kingdom.

’Although those Demon Cultivators look terrifying, they’re just small-fry. The real leaders are the three on the high platform.’

The trio consisted of a gorgeously dressed, curvaceous beauty; a tall, burly man; and a withered, skeletal old man.

Among the many Demon Cultivators of the Liao Kingdom, these three were quite renowned. Known as the Lengquan Three Friends, they had originally been moderately famous Independent Cultivators in the Liao Kingdom. After failing for many years to reach Foundation Establishment, they threw in their lot with a Demon Sect and obtained a Superior Demon Skill called the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill.

This skill required one to absorb Death Qi to cultivate a Yin Snake Dharma Seed within the body. When facing an enemy, they could release a Nine Deaths Yin Serpent formed from Demonic Qi, which was said to be invincible.

After using this Demon Skill to achieve Foundation Establishment, the Lengquan Three Friends built a corpse pit at their lair. They killed people everywhere to collect bodies, using them to nurture the Death Qi in the pit, striking terror into the hearts of the Liao Kingdom’s Cultivators.

Even Foundation Establishment Ancestors dared not appear alone, fearing they would be surrounded by the Lengquan Three Friends and turned into another corpse for the pit.

The Royal Family of the Liao Kingdom had once assembled seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators to encircle and kill the Lengquan Three Friends. However, the Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill was extremely sensitive to killing intent. The ambush failed, and the trio escaped. In fact, it was the Foundation Establishment Cultivators who participated in the attack who suffered the Lengquan Three Friends’ brutal retaliation.

Two of the Foundation Establishment Clans involved were completely wiped out by the Lengquan Three Friends, with no one left alive, not even the chickens and dogs.

Today was the 150th birthday of Hua Doushu, one of the Lengquan Three Friends. To celebrate, these Demon Cultivators had abducted numerous children with Spirit Roots for the three old demons to feast upon.

Despair filled Yu Jingming’s heart. ’Even if my Yu Family’s Foundation Establishment Ancestor came, he wouldn’t be a match for the Lengquan Three Friends. Besides, the Ancestor bears the safety of the entire family on his shoulders. Why would he risk it all for me alone?’

Just then, the sound of a bell drifted up from the foot of the mountain. Yu Jingming looked up and saw a tall Daoist in a Daoist Robe approaching, ringing a bell.

Under the spell of his bell, three children under the age of ten followed behind him in a daze.

What made Yu Jingming’s eyes burn with rage was that the Daoist was also carrying a two- or three-year-old girl in his arms. The little girl was clearly unconscious, fast asleep in the Daoist’s embrace.

"You there, Daoist! I don’t recognize your face. The celebratory banquet is almost over, yet you’re only arriving now. Don’t tell me you’re a spy from the Demon Suppression Army!"

A burly man with two horns sprouting from his head stood up and shouted, but his shifty eyes were fixed on the children. The children had pure auras, their bodies shrouded in clear qi; a single glance revealed their extraordinary aptitude. ’If I swallowed them whole,’ he thought, ’wouldn’t my power increase dramatically?’

"This humble disciple only learned of the banquet late. In my haste, I was only able to capture these four children as a celebratory gift. I hope Senior will not take offense,"

the Daoist said, neither servile nor overbearing.

"What a handsome young man! Come up here and pleasure me at once."

Seeing the Daoist’s clean-cut, handsome appearance, Hua Doushu, the woman of the Lengquan Three Friends, was immediately overcome with lust, forgetting everything else.

The gazes of the Demon Cultivators present instantly turned to pity. ’Where did this out-of-town Daoist come from, to be so foolish?’

A green viper’s fangs, a hornet’s stinger—neither is as venomous as a vicious woman’s heart.

Who among the Cultivators of the Liao Kingdom didn’t know that Hua Doushu of the Lengquan Three Friends loved practicing Absorption and Replenishment on men? Only after draining them into human dregs would she toss them into the corpse pit to nurture the Death Qi, letting nothing go to waste.

Having been grotesquely transformed by their Demon Skills, they naturally had no fear of catching Hua Doushu’s eye. This handsome Daoist before them, however, was about to have some seriously bad luck.

The Daoist’s face showed a mix of shock and delight:

"Thank you for your favor, Senior."

Amidst the smirking, gloating gazes of the Demon Cultivators, Yang Jing stepped forward and ascended the high platform.

When Hua Doushu saw how graceful he remained even as he walked quickly, she was practically drooling. Her heart fluttered like it was being scratched by a cat’s paw. She resolved to enjoy him for a few days, to have her fill of pleasure with this handsome Daoist before killing him and tossing him into the corpse pit.

"Come to my arms, my handsome man."

The old man among the Lengquan Three Friends suddenly felt a warning from his Spiritual Sense. The Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill they cultivated was extremely sensitive to Death Qi. If someone bore killing intent towards them, they would often feel a premonition while the person was still miles away.

Today, this Daoist had already gotten within ten feet of them before he felt that something was wrong. The realization made his heart pound with terror.

"Third Sister!"

Just as he was about to intervene, a sinister Sword Qi shot toward the sky.

In an instant, Hua Doushu of the Lengquan Three Friends was sliced in two diagonally by the Sword Qi. Her body froze for a second before her upper torso slid to the ground.

Foul-smelling organs spilled across the floor.

The Nine Deaths Yin Snake Skill condensed Death Qi, so even though Hua Doushu had been cut in half at the waist, she wasn’t dead. Her two hands scrabbled on the ground, trying to stuff her intestines back in as she let out a blood-curdling scream.

With a gentle flick of his Sword Qi, Yang Jing lopped her head off as well.

Only then did Hua Doushu’s eyes roll back, and she fell silent.

A commotion erupted among the Demon Cultivators below the platform. They couldn’t believe that Hua Doushu, who had terrorized the Liao Kingdom for decades, had been killed so easily.