Fairy bestows immortality

"This Soul Wood is truly a wonderful thing; the essence of the wood has an amazing healing effect."

The fat cultivator sighed, saying that if it weren't for the Soul Wood, it would have taken him at least five days to recover about 80% of his injuries.

In the Demon Mountain, about ten kilometers away from the fat cultivator and Su Yun.

The evil monk and his disciple were sitting cross-legged here, also recovering from their injuries.

However, their recovery rate is very slow.

The blood weapon in his hand was also shattered by the fat cultivator, and its recovery speed was extremely slow.

At this moment, the evil cultivator opened his eyes, his gaze extremely cold.

"Tu Ling, go to the village you left before, kill fifty people, extract their souls and bring them back with you."

"This recovery is far too slow."

"That fatso's weapon is very powerful. It has a law that is on my wound, making it difficult to heal. I need to use my essence blood to help it heal."

Upon hearing this, the black-clad apprentice immediately opened his eyes, nodded, and said, "Yes, Master, I'll go and do it right away."

With that, he got up and headed towards the village outside the Demon Mountain.

……

At the same time, Su Yun slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing.

The fat cultivator stood up, stretched, and said, "Young Su, once I recover a bit more, I'll be basically fine."

"I estimate there will be at most one more day. Just wait a little longer."

After hearing this, Su Yun looked at him and said, "That evil cultivator hasn't left yet; his disciple is heading towards the outside of the mountain."

"Their destination seems to be that village from before..."

"Ok?"

These words immediately made the fat cultivator frown.

He cursed, "That damn bastard, he's still here! He's heading towards the village. What is he doing? His injuries can't have healed so quickly!"

Su Yun then said, "The evil techniques practiced by this evil cultivator probably require the blood essence of ordinary people to restore themselves."

The fat cultivator nodded and said, "That's probably it. This guy definitely doesn't have the kind of Soul Wood treasures like ours to restore him; he'll definitely have to use evil magic!"

Su Yun stood up and said, "We can't give him any more time. I thought they would stay quiet for a while, but I didn't expect them to make a move so soon."

The fat monk nodded and said, "Let's kill him first!"

……

In the Demon Mountain, the black-clad disciple Tu Ling was heading out of the mountain, heading straight for the village.

His facial injuries hadn't healed yet, and he looked rather miserable.

However, just as he was halfway there, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the same fat cultivator who had fought with his master earlier!

Immediately, Tu Ling's expression changed drastically, and he retreated repeatedly, his eyes filled with fear.

This person was someone even his master had difficulty suppressing before, so why is he suddenly blocking his way now?

And judging from his appearance, he's in much better condition than his master. How did he recover so quickly?!

"Where are you going, you son of a bitch? Are you going to attack those villagers again?"

The fat monk snorted coldly.

Upon hearing this, Tu Ling turned and ran away without saying a word.

Just kidding, he had no confidence whatsoever that he could survive against the fat monk!

However, as soon as he turned around, everything went black.

Another figure blocked his way; it was Su Yun!

Before he could react, his neck tightened as Su Yun restrained him with one hand, making it difficult for him to breathe. He struggled to breathe.

However, despite using all her strength, she was unable to break free from Su Yun's grasp.

He was terrified. Was he going to die here?!

I clearly took a detour away from those two people, far away from my master, so how could we still be intercepted so precisely?!

Standing before him, Su Yun looked at him indifferently and said coldly, "Take us to see your master."

"well…"

Tu Ling responded repeatedly, daring not to offer any resistance.

Su Yun then let go of his hand.

Tu Ling, having caught his breath, touched his neck.

He looked at Su Yun and the fat cultivator with a somewhat evasive gaze.