Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 469 Moonlit Night
A grand hall exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

In the center of the main hall, an elderly man dressed in a red robe was resting with his eyes closed on a chair.

The old man looked extremely old, with a single horn on his head, loose skin, and his face covered with black age spots. He exuded an aura of impending decay.

His face and upper chest looked very thin, like a skinny man, but his abdomen, covered by the red robe, was extremely bloated, making him look particularly strange.

Below the old man, on the left and right sides stood twelve strange people, men, women, young and old. They bowed slightly, looking down at the chair beneath the old man, their eyes filled with resentment and fear.

This is a chair made of hundreds of skulls. A faint gray mist rises from the skulls and is absorbed into the old man's body.

Faintly, one could hear mournful howls and resentful curses.

Click, click…

A series of faint but continuous cracking sounds rang out, and cracks appeared on more than a dozen skulls, some of which shattered and fell to the ground.

Although it wasn't the first time they'd seen it, the strange people below still felt a chill in their hearts.

These skulls are not only human; some are their acquaintances who have become corpses because of their incompetence.

Even the souls of the dead are used as nourishment to prolong life.

"Oh…"

With a groan of satisfaction, the old man slowly opened his eyes. His dark red eyes gave off a bloodthirsty feeling, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"How's this month's task going?"

The old man asked, his voice hoarse and carrying a chilling undertone.

"Finish!"

"Finish!"

One by one, the strange figures responded, and then took out ten white skulls from the bags they carried.

The skull contained a faint gray light, which was the soul sealed by special means, the soul of a ninth-rank expert.

Out of twelve people, ten shouted "Done!"

Of the remaining two, one was a woman dressed in a black dress. Her expression was filled with fear. She knelt down and cried, "I've collected eight, just two more. I promise I'll exceed my quota next month! Please spare my life, my lord! I've served you for twenty years, please spare my life."

The old man looked at the woman who was kowtowing and begging for mercy, her head bleeding profusely, and said nothing. Only a green light flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the woman let out a shrill scream, as if she was enduring excruciating pain.

The wailing lasted for several tens of seconds before gradually fading away. At this point, the woman's eyes were dull and had lost their light.

"What a madman! Why isn't he dead yet!"

Seeing their former companion die tragically before their eyes, a middle-aged man and the person beside him exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts.

They are kings, all twelve of them.

The king is high above.

But for the past three years, they have lived in fear.

No one knows how long Lord Yueming has lived, only that his death is imminent.

That's why he became increasingly ruthless, killing his subordinates at will whenever he failed to complete a mission or was in a bad mood.

Even intentional killing.

After all, the soul of a king is far more nourishing than that of a ninth-rank soul.

Many people have already fled; they wanted to escape, but their souls were marked and there was nowhere to run.

At this moment, they only hoped that Lord Yueming would die soon, or that his life would be extended. Only in this way could they escape the threat of death.

Although they wished Yue Ming would die soon, they kept their heads down and dared not show any unusual emotions.

"what!"

The piercing screams soon rang out again, and the soul of the remaining man who had not completed the task was also devoured.

The two kings were killed and became two corpses.

Just as the wailing subsided, a black phantom silently appeared in the hall.

"Lord Yueming, it's been a long time."

The black-clad figure looked at Yue Ming and spoke, his tone devoid of respect or fear. He merely glanced at the corpse on the ground, showing no surprise in his eyes.

"Yoruichi, what are you doing here?"

Yue Ming was not surprised by the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest, but asked somewhat lazily.

He had just eaten and was feeling a little sleepy.

"Here to deliver a gift!"

The black-robed figure known as Yoruichi took out a crystal box from her bosom and opened it.

Inside the box was a fist-sized, red fruit shaped like a baby. Upon seeing the fruit, Yue Ming's eyes lit up slightly.

This is a great thing; it's much more nourishing for him than the King's Soul.

Eating one can increase your lifespan by six months.

Seeing Yue Ming's surprised expression, the man smiled.

Yue Ming stood up and asked, "Blood Infant Fruit, this fruit is even more precious than ordinary Earth Ranking demon spirits. Eating one will be of great benefit to you. Since you're being so generous, what conditions do you want to set?"

"I will seal the Demon Slayer."

Yoruichi said.

Demon Slayer Sealing Technique is a forbidden sealing technique.

Yue thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, give me the things first."

Without saying a word, Yoruichi threw the Blood Infant Fruit directly to Yueming.

Yueming reached out and took the Blood Infant Fruit, then placed it on her abdomen.

The red robe had a compartment in the abdominal area that looked like a pocket.

At this moment, a large mouth with sharp fangs emerged from the grid, swallowed the Blood Infant Fruit in one gulp, and chewed rapidly, the red juice flowing down its abdomen and dripping onto the ground.

The fanged maw disappeared, and the sound of chewing could be faintly heard from under the red robe.

"Demon Fusion Technique!"

Yoruichi thought to himself.

Although this old codger is nearing his end, he does know quite a few forbidden techniques; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to live this long.

He was also quite interested in some of these forbidden techniques.

"Lord Yueming, is this demon fusion technique available for trade?"

Yoruichi asked.

Yue Ming smiled and said, "Of course! Given my current situation, what could I possibly be reluctant to give up? It all depends on whether what you're offering is worth it!"

After eating a Blood Infant Fruit, Yue Ming seemed to feel much better, and her sallow complexion even looked a bit rosier.

As the two were chatting, a man appeared in the main hall. Upon seeing an outsider present, he seemed hesitant to speak.

“It’s alright, go ahead,” Yue Ming said.

The man hesitated slightly, but dared not question it, and said in a serious tone, "Sir, Zhou Chengfeng has agreed!"

Yue Ming was slightly taken aback, seemingly not having reacted yet, but quickly exclaimed with delight, "You agreed?"

The tone was questioning, but it also revealed surprise.

This news is a hundred times more exciting than eating a Blood Infant Fruit.

Even the most precious Blood Infant Fruit can only prolong life for half a year.

Zhou Chengfeng was crucial to his survival, but this human was too stubborn, preferring death to surrender, and refused to extend his life.

He had no choice but to threaten them with the lives of a large number of humans to force them to analyze and integrate the cultivation technique.

Many of his forbidden techniques were only successful with Zhou Chengfeng's help.

It can be said that without Zhou Chengfeng, he would not have survived to this day. However, in human terms, this is only a temporary solution.

He still didn't live two more years.

He needs a new body…

However, this is a forbidden technique, and even after studying it for hundreds of years, he still has no confidence in its effectiveness.

He needs Zhou Chengfeng's help!
He originally planned to force Zhou Chengfeng one last time before he died, and if that didn't work, he would kill him.

Why did he suddenly agree?

While Yue Ming was pleasantly surprised, she also asked in confusion.

"They must have been unable to bear seeing humans killing each other and knew there was no hope, so they agreed."

The man explained, pausing for a moment, "However, he has one condition: he must sign a soul contract, and once his life is successfully extended, he will be set free."

"Hehe, that's good."

Yue Ming smiled.

As for the soul contract, he didn't care.

If we can prolong his life, there's nothing wrong with letting Zhou Chengfeng go free.

He couldn't figure out what tricks Zhou Chengfeng could play, or what tricks he would dare to play.
(End of this chapter)