I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 166: The So-Called "Misfortunes Never Come Alone"

Originally, the Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicine needed a physical body, not to unleash his power, but to hide.

The Yin-Yang Chains, while still effective against souls with physical bodies, are greatly weakened in power. Moreover, as long as there is a physical body for him to hide in, the Divine Palace of Healing will have no chance of discovering him!

Even if this physical body limits me.

But it's still better than being discovered by the Divine Palace of Healing. After all, the Demon of Ten Thousand Refinements is now just a soul. His original super-strong physical body has long been destroyed. It would be very difficult to refine a physical body that can fully bear his soul.

The materials required are all extremely rare and precious; it would be impossible to find them all without them being hundreds or even thousands of years old. That's why the Demon of Ten Thousand Refinements wanted to take Lin Yang as his disciple.

Firstly, Lin Yang is quite talented. Secondly, like himself, he likes to become stronger by any means necessary and pursue the pinnacle of the path. He quite admires this... former young man.

He secretly nurtured Lin Yang, and the two benefited from each other's efforts. He helped Lin Yang become stronger, and Lin Yang helped him collect various materials to rebuild a powerful physical body...

As long as all of this can be done discreetly.

If the Divine Palace of Healing doesn't discover him, one day I will make those damned hypocrites pay the price!

but now.

The temporary physical body is destroyed!

Now, the Divine Palace of Medicine must have already discovered his location!

Although the Sunflame Dynasty is extremely far from the Divine Palace of Healing, only a Saint-level expert can forcibly cross space and project an avatar from beyond the Dao, but that would consume a great deal of energy. However, even an avatar from beyond the Dao can kill him if it wants to.

But that won't happen.

Yes.

The Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicines knew very well that the Divine Palace of Healing was unwilling to kill him.

Those hypocrites who preach morality and claim to be "rescuing people and practicing medicine" are actually quite interested in the various "prescriptions" and "modification techniques" in his mind that are supposedly "heretical, sinful, and intolerable to heaven and earth"...

Otherwise, they wouldn't have imprisoned his soul for thousands of years, preventing him from being freed.

Therefore, the force that will arrive must be an encirclement team composed of the elders of the Divine Palace of Healing!

A super-luxurious team with at least two or three Mahayana stage cultivators in charge!

If that's the case, then the Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicines is most likely doomed.

"No! I need to find a clean body first and then possess it!"

The Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicines would never sit idly by and wait for his death.

He expanded his vast mental power outwards, instantly encompassing an area of ​​dozens of miles, and all the scenes were reflected in his mind...

The shapes of each creature are clearly presented.

"Ok?"

"It turned out to be him!"

The Demon of Myriad Refining Medicine narrowed his eyes slightly.

He saw a young man walking through the woods, carrying a bow and arrows.

Isn't this the ignorant mortal who just happened to pick that purple dendrobium flower that day, unaware of its medicinal effects?

The monsters in the Cloud Spirit Forest have gone mad, hunting down humans everywhere. But now, even the Ten Thousand Refined Medicine Demon couldn't have imagined that this guy would be so incredibly lucky, surviving until now without being eaten by the monsters.

"Mortals simply cannot contain my soul..."

He was hesitating.

Possessing the body of a mortal is very simple.

But this physical body is too weak.

There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of true energy; utterly mediocre!

Even if you possess him, his mortal body will shatter and explode in no time, so it's pointless.

"Damn it! Are there no cultivators in this forest?"

He was very unwilling to give up, so he increased the range of his mental sweep once again.

Then, the Demon of Myriad Refining Medicine was overjoyed.

found it!

In the completely opposite direction, further away, there was a woman whose clothes were stained with blood. She was at the Nascent Soul stage and seemed to have a very special physique, with a natural resonance with the sword... This is great!

His cultivation level is still too low, but his physical strength is quite good!

Although it can only hold his soul for one or two months, and during this time he absolutely cannot use too much power, otherwise it will still burst.

But choosing her is always better than choosing an ordinary person!

"You're the one, little girl!"

He was extremely excited.

Heaven has spared him!

The Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicines immediately rushed towards the woman's location. Although his soul power was suppressed, it was still around the strength of the second level of the Mahayana stage. Traveling would only take him about ten breaths.

Soon, he saw the sword-wielding woman leaping about in the forest below, using the branches to dodge attacks from a dozen or so demonic beasts. "Give it to me!"

The enormous, pitch-black soul instantly transformed into a streak of dark, malevolent light and charged toward the woman!

However, the woman also sensed something was wrong and turned to look over.

"Hmph, so what if you've spotted me? You little ant, how could you possibly stop me?"

The Demon of Myriad Refining Medicines grinned maliciously.

It is indeed rare to have such keen perception during the out-of-body stage, but what can it change?

Then--

Only then did he notice that the woman had a small purse hanging from her waist.

For some reason, the swaying of the purse gave the Myriad Refined Medicine Demon a strange...sense of crisis?!

Then—in the blink of an eye.

The sense of crisis in the heart of the Demon of Ten Thousand Refinements suddenly intensified!

A seven-colored streak, almost imperceptible to him, shot out from the pouch and attacked fiercely!

"I fuck you..."

The words of the Demon of Ten Thousand Refined Medicine came to an abrupt halt, because the seven-colored stream of light was so fast that he could not defend against it. It pierced through him and then almost completely dissipated!

Only a wisp of extremely broken black smoke slunk away.

"……what happened?"

On the treetop, Luo Yu looked at the still sky, tilted her head, and looked on with a puzzled expression.

Huh? Why did I suddenly feel a chill run down my spine?

That's so strange.

"Never mind, getting on the road is the priority."

Luo Yu shook her head, shaking off the strange feeling. She picked up the sachet at her waist, sniffed it, and the medicinal fragrance made her feel much better.

This little sachet is such a lovely gift.