The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 619 - 353_2

The Plague Demon charged straight towards the man in brocade without stopping. The lethal rain continued to fall; for every second it lingered here, it had to endure a second of immense harm. Unbeknownst to it, in the western part of the Southern Continent, local people worshipped a magical Holy Tree known as "Quasi-Bodhi." Planting a Quasi-Bodhi Tree nearby could ward off evil and eliminate diseases. The man in brocade had found the oldest Quasi-Bodhi Tree, extracted its sap, refined it multiple times, and added it to the clouds during rainfall, brewing this rain that wielded the power of purification.

In fact, they had other plans in place, such as the hunter who had hurriedly passed by earlier; he was the bait to lure the Plague Demon. Once it possessed the hunter, the man in brocade could immobilize it. Unfortunately, having already suffered a great loss, the Plague Demon decisively refused to fall for this trick again.

The Plague Demon knew it had to fight quickly; if the two groups chasing it were to merge, it would truly be unable to escape. Being in the purifying rain, it dared not release the fog of plague as it did within the Barrier last time. All the people in the capital knew that torrential rain was the natural nemesis of fog, haze, and smoke. For the Plague Demon, turning into smoke meant a larger area to get drenched and more pain to endure.

The person speaking seemed to be the leader, and it continued to head towards him. Mid-flight, its form rapidly stretched and transformed into a young girl barely two feet tall, with large eyes, a small mouth, red lips, and white skin—possessing a semblance of cuteness—she reached out with her tender little hands to grab the man in brocade’s face.

The man appeared calm and collected, still standing with a smile, looking perfectly composed. Just as her little hands were three feet from him, a flash of silver gleamed as he drew a Longsword, slashing towards her fingers.

The Plague Demon sneered disdainfully. Now that it had taken a form, the sneering expression was particularly vivid, but the next moment it screeched in pain: the Longsword actually chopped off her five fingers! The Plague Demon’s current form was condensed from smoke, and it should have been immune to the impact of metal—after all, who has ever heard of smoke being chopped up? But this sword could do it!

Although the originally clear as Qiushui Longsword was also corroded with rust by the Plague Demon’s destructive power, the five fingers it chopped off actually rolled onto the ground, and it took a long time before they transformed back into smoke and slowly drifted back to the main body, albeit much fainter in color.

The Plague Demon, with a child’s face showing a malice, screamed, "Solidification Technique! This sword is actually imbued with Solidification Technique! Since you are with him, how dare you strike at me?"

For the first time, the man in brocade showed a look of astonishment, "You actually recognize this as Solidification Technique, could it be..." Before he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, quickly retreated, while the people around him encircled, each holding a piece of bamboo tube instead of weapons.

The previous encounter with the Yangming Golden Needle had made the Plague Demon fearful of tubular objects; seeing them holding these now, it immediately felt its stomach tighten in rage. It stretched out its hand and snapped the necks of two people in front of it with a crack, only to see the remaining ones unstop their tubes, pouring pale green liquid onto their bodies. Although the holders of the tube weren’t particularly powerful in Divine Skills, hitting a target surrounded in the center by everyone with the liquid from the tubes wasn’t difficult.

When Ning Xiaoxian arrived, she witnessed this scene. Using the Concealing Breath Technique, she hid her presence, and with the rain drenching everything in chaos, no one noticed her arrival. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The moment the green liquid touched the Plague Demon, it let out sharp, harrowing shrieks, sounding even more agonizing than Ru Ji’s cries earlier. The corporeal child’s body immediately got burnt, revealing several big holes, allowing those in front to see through to the people behind the Plague Demon.

Needless to say, what was contained in the bamboo tubes was the purified sap of the Quasi-Bodhi Tree. This substance, even diluted in rainwater, was enormously lethal to the Plague Demon, let alone in such a concentrated form. At that moment, its form blurred, struggling to maintain the child’s physique. Enraged to the extreme, despite the ongoing rain causing damage, it howled continuously, killing three of the tube holders and leaving wounds on the remaining four.

Although these people had taken anti-plague and anti-miasma medicine in advance, they couldn’t withstand the pathogen’s aggressive attack. Green ringworms rapidly grew on their wounds, unbearably itchy. Someone couldn’t help but scratch, tearing open the ringworms, releasing thick green pus that when contacted with other healthy skin parts, immediately spread the infection.

Ning Xiaoxian, seeing this, was alarmed and exclaimed, "Isn’t the rainwater supposed to have purifying powers? Why is it ineffective against this ringworm?"

Changtian replied indifferently, "It’s effective, but the onset of the plague poison was too fierce, and the purifying power in the rainwater was dispersed. These people just need to endure for sixty breaths to be cleansed, sadly, their cultivation was not sufficient."

These four indeed quickly collapsed on the ground with cries of agony, their bodies turning completely green and motionless, finally revealing their true forms: one leopard demon, two bear demons, and one weasel demon.

The man in brocade finally showed a slight change in expression, retreating two steps back. Two aged men in white robes and high crowns, identical in appearance, came out from behind a tree, standing in front of him.

"Thinking of winning by outnumbering us? Not so easy!" The Plague Demon, fired up, chuckled sinisterly and mimicked the man in brocade by snapping its fingers, "Rise!"

What was it calling for? While everyone was puzzled, they saw the previously downed, silent four demons shakily standing up, making a hoarse noise from their throats, suddenly pouncing towards the people!

Having seen "Resident Evil," Ning Xiaoxian commented, F*cking hell, isn’t this just the Otherworld version of zombies? (To be continued. If you like this work, we invite you to vote for it with recommendation and monthly tickets at qidian.com; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)