Urban Demon Refining System

"What is this thing?" Zhao Baichuan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He had seen all kinds of monsters, but he had never seen such a big centipede before.

"This is a centipede, a very rare demonic creature. Do you see its legs? Each pair of legs corresponds to one year of cultivation. This guy has at least two hundred pairs!"

"A two-hundred-year-old centipede? That's truly rare!" Zhao Baichuan exclaimed in admiration. For an ordinary person, living to one hundred years old is already considered a long life, but he never expected that this centipede would live for such a long time.

"Hehe, ordinary centipedes certainly don't live that long, but once a centipede breaks through to have a hundred legs, it's no longer an ordinary insect, but a true demon. It's not surprising that it has a long cultivation level." Biluo waved her hand and said, "But your Seven Emotions Spider Demon is truly powerful! If we're not mistaken, this spider demon should be one of the minor cave masters in the Spider Cave!"

"You're right!" Zhao Baichuan then recounted the events inside the Spider Cave to Biluo. When he got to the intense part of the battle, he felt a wave of fear. If he had made even the slightest mistake, he would have lost his life!

"So that means the spider demon is finished?" Biluo was slightly taken aback. "I didn't expect that Yellow Wind Monster to be so powerful! I just don't know what so many powerful demons are doing huddled together in a place like Wuji Ridge?"

"Maybe it's some kind of treasure!" Zhao Baichuan said indifferently. "Or maybe we're just hiding from some natural enemy. Anyway, none of this concerns us anymore!"

"Hehe! That's right!" Biluo nodded. Although the spider demon seemed to covet the clan's sacred artifact, it was already severely weakened. It would not be a wise choice for it to rashly get involved in the struggle of such a powerful demon!

But trouble sometimes works like that; you don't want to provoke it, but it still comes knocking on your door.

"What? The coffin is gone?" Zhao Baichuan looked at the empty wilderness around him, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"Don't worry! Look carefully again! Maybe it was moved by the townspeople nearby!" Biluo comforted her.

"Who would take such a broken coffin? They'd be running away as fast as they can!" The wooden coffin is a treasure, and with Baihua Xiu guarding it, it's almost impossible for an ordinary town resident to take it.

"Huh? There's a paper crane here!" Suddenly, Biluo exclaimed, bent down, and picked up a red paper crane from the ground.

“This is…” Zhao Baichuan came closer and looked it over. It seemed that apart from being a bit more refined, there was nothing special about it.

"This is a paper crane message!" Biluo said. "Only cultivators with profound magical power and great demons would use this method!" As soon as she finished speaking, the paper crane floated into the air on its own, and after a moment, an old voice came from the paper crane.

"Hehe! The owner of the wooden coffin, please allow me to introduce myself first. I am Wu Daozi, also known as the Many-Eyed Daoist. I live in the Huanghua Temple on Wuji Ridge. Today, while traveling, I happened to find this wooden coffin exposed to the light of day. Not wanting this treasure to be tarnished, I took the liberty of moving it to my humble abode. I hope you two will grace my humble abode with your presence and retrieve the treasure. I will certainly return it to you in its original condition!"

As soon as the paper crane finished speaking, yellow flames suddenly rose from its entire body, and it was instantly burned to ashes.

“Wu Daozi? I’m Yan Liben!” Zhao Baichuan and Biluo looked at each other in disbelief. This guy who called himself Wu Daozi was probably a monster too. They had just escaped the tiger’s den, and now he was going to venture into the wolf’s lair again.

"The wooden coffin isn't important, but there's a friend of mine inside! I have to rescue her!" Baihua Xiu had saved him more than once, and the two were bound by a blood pact, so he had to go to Huanghua Temple.

"I'll listen to you!" Biluo gently grasped Zhao Baichuan's hand and said, her eyes fixed on him, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Thank you!" Zhao Baichuan gave her a deep look and nodded heavily. "We definitely have to go to Huanghua Temple, but we need to discuss the specifics further! But let's go see someone first!"

……

Wuji Ridge and Huanghua Temple, this Taoist temple completely hidden in the clouds and mist, has finally slowly unveiled its mysterious veil.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, the old man in white robes placed three sticks of sandalwood incense in front of the wooden coffin and said with some displeasure, "Fellow Daoist, are you still unwilling to come out and see this poor Daoist?"

There was no sound from inside the wooden coffin.

"Since that's the case! Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" The white-robed old man's eyes turned cold, and he pointed his finger at the sandalwood incense, causing the already burning sandalwood to burn even faster.

"This spirit-attracting incense has the effect of burning the soul, which must be quite unpleasant for you, as a spirit!"

"Eek~" A groan came from the wooden coffin, indicating that Baihua Xiu inside was enduring great pain.

"Hehe! Let's see how long you can last!" Upon hearing this voice, the white-robed old man revealed a smug expression. He enjoyed the feeling of controlling the suffering of others the most.

"Give up on that idea! I'm not going out! *sobs*" Baihua Xiu's weak voice rang out.

"Heh heh! That's not up to you!" The white-robed old man sneered a few times, then with a flick of his sleeve, three sticks of sandalwood incense flew out again, instantly filling the entire room with an intoxicating fragrance.

"Hmph!" Baihua Xiu stopped speaking. The old man in white robes was right. She had violated the heavenly rules by descending to the mortal realm without permission. Her immortal body was destroyed, and she was left with only her spirit body to eke out a living. The sealing stone restricted her freedom but also saved her life. Otherwise, how could she, a mere jade maiden of the Pixiang Palace, have survived until now?

This is why the Nine-Headed Insect coveted it so much in the first place. Spiritual beings, especially the spiritual beings of immortals, are a great tonic for these demons. The white-robed elder was thinking the same thing.

"Senior brother! Where did this wooden coffin come from?" Just then, a seductive voice rang out, and the spider demon swayed her hips as she walked in.

"Hehe! Junior sister, you've come at the perfect time! Today, your senior brother discovered an extraordinary treasure!" The white-robed elder didn't mince words and directly told the spider demon about Baihua Xiu's existence.

"Senior brother! You mean there's a celestial being's spirit inside this wooden coffin?" A hint of surprise flashed in the spider demon's eyes. Wouldn't that mean this guy's magical power was about to increase significantly?

"Haha! Junior sister! You don't know! Although my multi-eyed supernatural power can't compare to the Fiery Eyes of Truth, it's still enough to see through the true nature of a Xuan-grade magic treasure! There's a beauty living in this wooden coffin!"