The Dead Tree Demon Monkey

The feedback of spiritual energy was enough to easily raise Chen Changqing's cultivation level to the second level of Qi Refining.

It's not impossible to even reach the third level of Qi Refining.

Their potential is no less than that of their captain, Mingque.

However, given Chen Erliuzi's character, this little black tiger might starve to death one day. Look how thin he is, he's practically skin and bones.

Even if they don't starve to death, they might still be secretly killed by someone.

The little black tiger's corpse is very valuable.

It's a pity that Black Tiger followed this scoundrel.

Chen Changqing's eyes lit up as he looked at Xiao Hei, his heart filled with excitement.

If you feed Little Black well, it won't be long before he advances to the first level of Qi Refining.

This is about cultivating immortality.

Having read so many fantasy novels in my past life, I was filled with longing for the path of cultivation.

He's desperately trying to become an immortal.

Although, through his predecessor's memories, he knew that the path to immortality was difficult, and for mortals to cultivate immortality by taming beasts was even more difficult than ascending to heaven.

But the black lotus of creation in his mind gave him great confidence.

However, his current situation is not optimistic.

He owed Zhao Erhu a full 18,000 copper coins, and if he couldn't pay it back within a month, he would kill his little black tiger.

The most important thing right now is to hunt seriously.

Chen Changqing's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, then he took the bow and arrow from his back and pulled it back forcefully.

The black fire lotus flames in Chen Changqing's mind erupted again, burning fiercely.

A wisp of mystical energy seeped into his body.

Chen Changqing's mind once again became unusually clear and empty.

The bow and arrow in my hand also felt unusually familiar.

He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, pulled back the string, and aimed at a leaf in the distance.

Chen Changqing's fingers rested lightly on the bowstring, his eyes focused and sharp, as if the whole world had quieted down, leaving only the leaf swaying in the wind.

His breathing was steady, but his heartbeat quickened slightly. The flames of the black lotus in his mind burned even more fiercely, as if they were infusing him with a mysterious power.

Chen Changqing had a feeling that he could hit the swaying leaves.

at this time.

The little black tiger had already eaten the pig's heart, and then pounced on another wolfhound, instantly snatching the pig's liver from the wolfhound's mouth.

Zhao Erbao, the wolfhound's owner, frowned and said coldly, "The master is a rogue, and this spirit pet is a rogue too. It doesn't contribute in battle, but it's very eager to eat."

Zhao Erbao's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, and also enough for Chen Changqing in the tree to hear.

Zhao Erbao is the cousin of Captain Zhao Erhu and also Zhao Erhu's number one lackey.

Others may fear Chen Changqing, but he doesn't; he's Zhao Erhu's cousin.

The reason Chen Changqing owed the captain gambling debts was because he and the captain orchestrated the scheme together.

The purpose was to get Chen Changqing to work for them.

Upon hearing this, the members of the hunting team all looked up at Chen Changqing, a slight smile appearing on their lips.

Chen Changqing was in a state of divine etherealness, with his five senses exceptionally sharp. Naturally, he heard the other party's words clearly. With a blank expression, he suddenly drew his bow and shot an arrow at Zhao Erbao, who was diagonally below.

Zhao Erbao and the rest of the hunting team all had a sudden change in expression.

But the arrow was imbued with spiritual energy, like lightning, and moved with incredible speed, arriving in an instant.

The sharp arrow pierced Zhao Erbao's ear in an instant, then plunged into the body of a withered yellow monkey.

However, it only went in a tiny bit.

A black lotus slowly burned in Chen Changqing's mind, and a line of small golden characters appeared on the flames.

Archery skill +1

Archery skills and insights flooded my mind, and a warm energy flowed into my arms.

Chen Changqing's eyes brightened slightly.

"Squeak..."

The withered monkey let out two terrified screams and shot backward.

"Damn it, that withered tree demon monkey."

The hunting party members were shocked when they saw what was happening.

The withered tree monkey is the most common small monkey demon on the outskirts of Cloud Mist Mountain, with a cultivation level of the second or third level of a small demon.

However, the body hair, being the same color as the tree trunk, allows it to be perfectly concealed.

Moreover, they are extremely fast, like lightning, and are best at ambushing. Once they succeed in a strike, they immediately carry their prey and flee at top speed.

Many hunters outside Yunwu Mountain have been ambushed by tree monkeys and lost their lives.

The hunters, all of whom had faced life and death, instantly calmed down, grabbed their bows and arrows, and shot at the demon monkey.

Captain Zhao Erhu's Dark Sparrow also shot towards the demon monkey like a sharp arrow.

Even Zhao Erbao, who had been startled by the sharp cries behind him and rolled to the side, regained his composure and prepared to fight the demon monkey.

But the demon monkey was extremely fast, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest in an instant.

That's just how the withered tree demon monkey is; it only attacks by surprise, and if it misses, it immediately flees.

Fearing that the demon monkey would harm him, Chen Changqing quickly climbed down from the tree.

Xiao Hei stood beside Chen Changqing, his body surging with black spiritual energy, warily surveying his surroundings.

Everyone looked at Chen Changqing.

Zhao Erbao covered his blood-soaked ears, his face still shaken: "Changqing, thank you, thank you so much."

Chen Changqing smiled kindly: "No need to be polite, we're all from the same hunting team."

Looking at Chen Changqing's kind smile, Zhao Erbao felt extremely ashamed.

He followed the captain and others to set up a scheme to swindle money from Chen Changqing. He had just been arguing with Chen, but Chen had just generously saved his life.

He also suspected that Chen Changqing wanted to shoot him.

I feel ashamed.

"Changqing, your archery is quite good."

"sharp."

"Hurry up and let your little black dog eat some meat, eat more."

The hunters' gazes toward Chen Changqing changed, suddenly becoming much more enthusiastic.

They had just thought Chen Changqing was going to shoot Zhao Erbao, but it turned out he was trying to save him.

After all, Zhao Erbao had just been arguing with Chen Changqing, but Chen Changqing generously saved Zhao Erbao's life.

Chen Changqing is a good young man to get along with.

Zhao Erhu looked at Chen Changqing, who had a kind face and looked like a little white rabbit, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

Chen Changqing's arrow was indeed very accurate.

However, Chen Changqing is no good.

Was shooting Zhao Erbao through the ear intentional or accidental?

It probably wasn't intentional. In a critical moment, how could a random arrow have such great accuracy?

Zhao Erhu suppressed his doubts and looked at Chen Changqing with a smile.

They went back and set another trap, making the kid owe even more gambling debts.

Let this kid keep hunting for him to pay off his debts.

Zhao Erhu suppressed his thoughts and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and clean up. If the smell of blood attracts even stronger monsters, it will be dangerous."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly dissected the wild boar.

Soon, the dissection of eight wild boars—two large and six small—was completed.

The largest one weighs over 1,500 jin (approximately 650 kg).

The smallest weighs at least 200 pounds.

Excluding the internal organs and intestines consumed by the spirit pets, the wild boar meat and skin weighed a full three thousand catties.

The harvest was plentiful.

The three wolfhounds each carried over 300 jin (approximately 150 kg) of wild boar meat.

Chen Changqing and five other hunters each carried more than 200 jin (100 kg).

Team leader Zhao Erhu was carrying nearly 400 pounds.

The little black tiger is small in size, but it still carries more than 100 pounds.

The group, carrying wild boar meat, embarked on their journey home in a grand procession.

Captain Zhao Erhu's Dark Bird soared in the sky, observing for danger and prey.

Among the crowd, Chen Changqing, carrying two hundred pounds of wild boar meat, was covered in sweat, but his heart was filled with excitement.

Because of the black lotus in his mind, the flames surged again and began to burn fiercely after he carried the pork.

The wondrous power of creation seeped into his body, aiding him in rapid training.

After a few minutes, a line of small golden characters will appear within the pitch-black flames.

Physical Fitness +1

Chen Changqing felt strands of special energy flowing into his limbs and bones.

He felt warm and comfortable all over.

Every cell in his body was slowly being strengthened.

Carrying two hundred pounds of wild boar meat, he not only didn't feel tired, but actually felt more and more energetic.

Chen Changqing felt a surge of excitement.

They are filled with boundless hope for the future.

Suppressing his excitement, Chen Changqing followed the others and quickly left the outer perimeter of Cloud Mist Mountain.

Yin Jianqiang, standing behind Chen Changqing, was covered in sweat and said in surprise, "Changqing, you're in pretty good physical condition."

Although Chen Changqing's spiritual energy mist was more concentrated than his, his physical body was not nourished by the spiritual energy for as long.

Logically speaking, Chen Changqing's physical condition should be much worse than theirs.

I never imagined that I could carry 200 pounds of wild boar meat for so long without even breaking a sweat or getting out of breath.

Chen Changqing said, "I took a medicinal bath for a while before."

"Your sister is so good to you," Yin Jianqiang said, his voice full of envy.

Chen Changqing remained silent. His predecessor's older sister had indeed been very good to him.

When I was a child, all the good food was saved for the previous generation.

As he grew older, he asked his brother-in-law to send him to the Immortal Spirit Cave to study, and also bought a black tiger cub and a lot of medicinal bath herbs.

My sister in the previous life was just a concubine of Zhao Sanshao. She gave me so many things in my previous life, but I don't know how much mistreatment she suffered from her husband's family, both openly and secretly.

However, his predecessor was utterly useless, indulging in drinking, gambling, whoring, and other immoral behavior. His sister, being a concubine, already had a difficult time, constantly being disciplined by her brother-in-law's three wives, and he even hindered her.

Although his predecessor was so badly injured that his feet were oozing pus, he always remembered his sister's kindness and dreamed of becoming a strong person, making a fortune, and bringing honor to his sister.

Chen Changqing merged with the soul and memories of his predecessor, and felt grateful to his predecessor's older sister, Chen Changyue, as well as a trace of guilt.

"Go ahead with peace of mind. I will work hard to cultivate and make your sister proud," Chen Changqing muttered to himself.

An hour later, the group finally emerged from the outer perimeter of Cloud Mist Mountain.

There was no danger along the way.

Zhao Erhu's celestial bird also discovered two rabbits and three pheasants.

Without any meat to carry, the sable and weasel swiftly attacked and caught two rabbits.

Captain Zhao Erhu's Dark Sparrow easily caught three pheasants.

Every time a pheasant or rabbit was killed, Chen Changqing could feel a transparent phantom entering his mind.

It disappeared into the black flame lotus and was quickly refined by the black flames into a wisp of translucent white liquid, which fell to the bottom of the black lotus.

As the flames continue to burn intensely, the translucent white liquid will slowly decrease.

"That phantom was the soul of the pheasant and the rabbit. The Black Lotus of Creation absorbed and refined it, turning it into fuel for the Black Lotus of Creation to burn."

"This Creation Lotus requires souls as fuel to burn?"

"It's a little bit eerie."

"But as long as it improves my strength, that's fine."

"I wonder if the human soul can be used as fuel."

Chen Changqing has some morals, but his bottom line isn't very high.