Chapter 377: “There’s a Little Finger’s Aura on You”
“Looks like these demon path cultivators haven’t quite cracked the case yet.”
Bai Feng observed the hurriedly passing demon cultivator in front of him. Instead of making a move, he casually tossed a ‘Illusion Art Seed’ at them.
“Young master, should I take them out?” Zuo Qiu, whose strength has improved, eagerly asked.
“Calm down, no need to cause a scene. Let’s use them to find the Immortal Fragment first,” Bai Feng waved dismissively.
He had just used his illusion technique to control a few demon cultivators and learned that the ‘Immortal Fragment’ wasn’t hidden in one spot but was constantly moving—likely taken by someone outside the demon path.
He hoped this unlucky fellow hadn’t swallowed it or installed it inside himself—last thing he needed was a problem.
He still remembered the tiger that ate the Immortal’s arm—suddenly, a new arm grew out of its body. Thinking back, it was pretty disturbing.
Soon after, Bai Feng and his companions blended into the demon cultivator crowd.
He checked his system; although it was still under maintenance, basic functions like finding the Child of Destiny still worked.
‘Looks like the Divine Monarch isn’t here with a Child of Destiny on him.’
He looked at the small map, which was mostly empty except for himself, Yun Yue Yao, and Zuo Qiu.
Probably, the North Region’s demon sects controlled by the Divine Monarch didn’t have a Child of Destiny, or the ones there had already escaped before being controlled.
Thus, it seemed the only Child of Destiny was Zuo Qiu, who had been under the Divine Monarch’s influence with the Black Lotus for a while.
And spending so much time with her, Bai Feng had learned quite a bit about her background. Honestly, if the system hadn’t marked her as a Child of Destiny, he’d never have linked her to one—really quite pitiful. Even after joining the Refining God Sect to start cultivation, she still hadn’t found happiness.
Zuo Qiu: “?”
Why is the owner suddenly looking at me?
Suddenly, Bai Feng retracted his gaze and looked in a certain direction. “Those demon cultivators seem to have spotted that person. Let’s go take a look too!”
…
“Ha ha, looks like my luck’s pretty good. Come quietly and I won’t hurt you too badly—maybe even let you d*e happily.”
A sinister-looking man, his face twisted with glee, stared at the roadblock demon cultivators, his right hand enveloped in a mix of demonic and spiritual energy.
He stepped forward so fast that the demon cultivators barely had time to react. His right hand pierced through their defenses, grabbing the heart out of the chest of one of them.
He stared at the constantly bleeding heart in his palm, suddenly overcome with a strange impulse—to swallow it…
Wait, why am I thinking of eating this? I’m not a demon repairer. I… want to eat…
He instinctively licked his lips, the heart inching toward his mouth.
Slurp-slurp…
At first, he fought the urge, eating slowly. But then he realized that after consuming the heart, a surge of power flowed through his body.
He looked down at the heart for a few seconds, then didn’t hold back—opening his mouth wide, he devoured it greedily.
Meanwhile, his ghostly white skin rapidly spread along his arm, turning most of his right arm as pallid as that finger.
“Delicious…”
He licked the bl**d at the corner of his mouth, then turned to face the arriving demon cultivators, a sinister smile splitting his face—more food had just arrived at his doorstep.
…
“Such a lot of demon cultivator corpses.”
Yun Yue Yao frowned slightly. Just a few steps ahead, a demon cultivator’s body was lying on the ground, most of his heart missing, some with gnaw marks that didn’t look like beast bites but human teeth.
“It seems that whoever got the Immortal Fragment swallowed it.”
Bai Feng also frowned, sensing through his divine consciousness that the person had indeed removed the demon cultivator’s heart and looked quite strange himself. He also noticed that the demon crystals inside the corpses were missing—probably eaten by that very guy.
“Young master, watch out!”
Suddenly, a bl**d-red shadow lunged at Bai Feng. Zuo Qiu quickly activated her divine body and raised her sword to block.
Bam!
She was pushed back several steps, glancing down at her sword and noticing a deep claw mark on it.
“I… smell other finger’s aura…”
It was a corpse-like man, his hairless head and face pale as paper, with cloudy gray eyes that looked like a mix of black sclera and white.
He turned his stiff neck and stared fixedly at Bai Feng:
“Your body smells like others’ fingers. You… must have encountered others. Where are they?”
Suddenly, he lunged at Bai Feng.
Bai Feng remained calm, having detected him the moment he stepped into his divine consciousness range. His illusion had failed—the spell was broken right after he cast it, probably related to the Immortal Fragment the man swallowed.
Hah, illusions really have their limits. Good thing he didn’t rely too much on them.
He looked at the man carefully. His cultivation wasn’t strong—despite the presence of the Immortal Fragment, he was only at the Transformation God Full Stage, and his cultivation was unstable, like he had forcibly broken through. That was good news.
Seeing Bai Feng silent, the man lost patience and charged again. Just as he reached Bai Feng, a copper coin suddenly appeared in front of him.
Bang!
The man was knocked back, even his half-broken head was shattered by the coin.
But he didn’t d*e—he didn’t even look hurt. He staggered to his feet, his muddled eyes fixed on Yun Yue Yao, who had thrown the coin.
“You… should d*e too.”
“Should be you.”
Bai Feng snapped his fingers. Four swords floated around the man and closed in.
No need to hold back against someone who devoured the Immortal Fragment—just unleash everything.
The man, sensing the danger despite not knowing Bai Feng’s formation, quickly thought of retreating.
“Help me trap him. Don’t let him run,” Bai Feng ordered Yun Yue Yao and Tian Yan.
“Got it.”
“Don’t forget my cake.”
The two responded with a nod, unleashing a technique from the Holy Land of Tian Yan. Though they used the same move, their aura felt different.
Tian Yan threw coins faster, gradually eroding the enemy’s space and forcing him to move into the trap’s range. Yun Yue Yao’s approach was more straightforward and vicious—each coin aimed at critical spots, forcing the enemy to defend.
Both were smart, so their combined attack was seamless, expelling even more demon energy than if they fought separately.
Finally, the man couldn’t escape. The floating sword slashed at his left arm—white fluid bl**d pouring out. His face finally showed some fear, and his eyes cleared somewhat.
He hurriedly shouted at Bai Feng: “Wait! I don’t want the finger anymore! Spare me! I’ll even give you my finger—I’ll cut it off right now!”
