Chapter 245 - 117: With a Beautiful Wife and Lovely Concubines at Home, Is Your Back Strong Enough?

Chapter 245: Chapter 117: With a Beautiful Wife and Lovely Concubines at Home, Is Your Back Strong Enough?

To be honest, after he realized what was happening, Zhao Ci had been on edge for quite a while.

With this kind of soul-compression possession, the original host was basically doomed.

Of course.

It wasn’t that there was no hope of saving him.

The Bronze Scroll from Little Aunt Xiangzhu mentioned a method. It wasn’t difficult, but even if the host was saved, they would be left with severe psychological side effects, basically rendering them a cripple.

’Damn it!’

’And he was a promising talent I picked out myself!’

Zhao Ci’s expression darkened. ’Once I figure out what Huangfu Song is after, I have to make him pay. At the very least, I’ll destroy all the Soul Mist he poured into Zhang Da Yong’s head.’

’But for now, I’d better stand guard for them.’

A long time passed.

A long time passed.

Finally, someone opened their eyes.

Feng Kucha was so excited he looked like he was about to burst, and he jogged all the way over.

Afraid of disturbing the others’ cultivation, he desperately lowered his voice until it trembled. "Old Zhao, it worked! My lower abdomen... it’s completely full of rich Essence of Life."

The corner of Zhao Ci’s mouth twitched. "What?"

’He can even make *that* sound dirty?’

Feng Kucha was ecstatic. "Here, let me poke you!"

Zhao Ci: "???"

’Oh, crap!’

’Can these Ten Thousand Wood Roots change a person’s sexual orientation?’

SHING!

Feng Kucha pulled a dagger from his boot.

Zhao Ci: "..."

’Oh, so *that’s* the kind of poking he meant!’

’What a relief.’

He held out his arm.

Feng Kucha stabbed with all his might, but couldn’t break the skin.

"..."

"..."

A First-Grade Flesh Soul was simply too tough.

Even without being infused with True Qi, it couldn’t be pierced by an ordinary blade.

"Here, let me do it!"

Zhao Ci grinned, snatched the dagger from Feng Kucha’s hand, condensed his True Qi on the blade, and slashed viciously.

The edge of the blade curled.

But at least it opened up a cut.

Blood trickled out.

Feng Kucha gave a crooked smile, circulated his True Qi to his right hand, and then pressed it against the wound.

Zhao Ci felt a cooling sensation. When Feng Kucha removed his hand, the wound had actually vanished completely.

"Hiss..."

"Impressive, huh?"

"Very! What was that?"

Zhao Ci was stunned, too. He knew the Feng Family’s secondary cultivation of the Wood Element Divine Treasure focused on healing, and the pills they refined were also mostly for recovery.

But he had never seen anyone this strong before they had even condensed a Divine Pattern.

If he managed to condense the Liver Wood Divine Pattern, how ridiculously overpowered would he be?

Feng Kucha smiled smugly. "Before, I didn’t know what that lump in my lower abdomen was. It was only after using the Ten Thousand Wood Roots that I realized it’s the vital essence that those Banshees drained and refined from other people’s bodies. Now, it’s all mine to use.

Holy hell! I’m only just realizing it now, but *this* is my talent!

I’m going to be so damn useful!

Get the money ready. As long as you can guarantee me a supply of Banshees, there’ll be plenty of healing to go around!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

To be honest, he was a little stunned.

’Draining the vital essence that the Banshees drained from others?’

He subconsciously glanced at Feng Kucha’s groin.

’Holy hell!’

’Did he grow a water pump down there?’

’I’ve never seen such an outrageous talent!’

Feng Kucha rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Write me a voucher to get money from the Pill Workshop. I’m going to the Demon-Slaying Bureau to rent a Banshee and have some fun. Damn it, I’ve been cultivating my mind and abstaining these past few days, I’m about to burst!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

’Carousing on the company dime, are we?’

Still, the investment was completely worth it. As long as Feng Kucha wasn’t drained dry, no one in the Tenth Prince’s Mansion’s squad would get hurt.

He wrote out the voucher.

But Zhao Ci didn’t give it to Feng Kucha right away. Instead, he asked, "Can you drain male demons too?"

Feng Kucha’s face paled. "Haven’t tried, and don’t you dare make me try! I couldn’t handle that!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

The next moment.

Feng Kucha took the voucher for the Pill Workshop and jogged away.

Not long after he left,

Yang Mo opened his eyes.

Zhao Ci quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Lao Mo, how did it go?"

Yang Mo said in a somber tone, "I think I felt something. There are too many people here, it’s a bit distracting for my meditation. I need to go home and find a quiet place to continue comprehending it."

Zhao Ci thought for a moment. "Alright, then!"

He watched Yang Mo leave.

Zhao Ci gazed at Zhu Li, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and planned to teach her the Divinity Refining Furnace’s Secret Skill once she finished refining the Quenching Spirit Liquid.

After all, he was nominally Little Aunt’s boyfriend now, and the Bronze Scroll also recorded the cultivation method for the Divinity Refining Furnace, so he didn’t have to worry about Gu Xiangzhu seeing through him.

...

「Nightfall.」

Yang Mo walked alone through a dark alley, tears streaming down his face.

He had just lied to Zhao Ci.

He had originally thought the Self-Reflection Pill would be his salvation.

He never expected it would deal him such a crushing blow instead.

The medicinal power of the Self-Reflection Pill had circulated throughout his entire body but produced no reaction whatsoever.

’What did this mean?’

’It meant his talent in every single area was uniformly garbage.’

’There was no chance of escaping "mediocrity."’

"Demon Monarch!"

"You son of a bitch, you really deserve to die!"

"If you wanted to prove that self-strengthening overcomes all obstacles, you should have crippled yourself!"

"Why did you have to cripple me?"

"Motherfucker!"

The words were practically squeezed through his clenched teeth; he wished he could find the Demon Monarch and devour his flesh raw.