There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 125: Master, Look! I'm Not Little Anymore!

In the middle reaches of the Bai Cang River, there was a nameless tranquil bay.

A man with his upper body bare was locked in a fierce battle with a black bear.

This black bear was called the Hundred-Year Pi, and although its size was not large, its strength was quite astonishing.

To put it mildly, a full-force strike from the Hundred-Year Pi would be enough to shatter a several-zhang-thick city wall.

Strictly speaking, the Hundred-Year Pi could be considered a savage beast at the Foundation Building Stage.

Although there were individual differences, overall, it was at the Foundation Building level.

But then, the Hundred-Year Pi's claw ruthlessly swiped towards the man's chest.

The man couldn't dodge in time, and several deep wounds that exposed bone appeared on his chest.

The man didn't react at all, but a cry of alarm came from the nearby shore.

"Master!"

"Don't come over!"

After restraining Han Dong'er, Xia Ming's gaze turned sharp.

His blood surged, and he directly threw a punch towards the black bear's head.

Extreme Dao! Shattered Skin!

Boom—

In the instant that Xia Ming's right fist's skin cracked, a tremendous force erupted.

Not far away, Han Dong'er stood on the shore, staring blankly at this incredibly terrifying scene.

With one punch, Xia Ming directly turned the black bear's entire head into a mass of blood foam.

The terrifying punch wind even tore open the calm water surface, leaving behind a trail of foamy water.

Hoo—

Watching the Hundred-Year Pi gradually fall, Xia Ming revealed a hint of satisfaction.

With the support of Atun's Great Dao for blood and energy replenishment, and the extremely terrifying explosive power bestowed by the Extreme Dao Body Technique, Xia Ming was able to contend with the same level of savage beast using only his physical strength.

Of course, both of these relied on the formidable healing power of the Blood Wheel Heaven's Gate.

Dragging the savage beast, Xia Ming walked slowly towards the shore.

Before he could reach the shore, a soft body threw itself into his arms.

Xia Ming hadn't even had a chance to speak when two small hands started touching his abdominal muscles.

"Wu wu... Master, how are you? Let me see... Master, does it hurt?"

Looking up at the wounds on Xia Ming's chest that had already healed into white lines, Han Dong'er was momentarily stunned.

She touched and touched, but still found it hard to believe.

How could there be no wounds left?

Then, she touched again.

How could there be no wounds?

Feeling the scorching temperature transmitted through her fingertips, the greedy young girl pressed even closer.

No! I have to study it carefully!

"Master... Does it hurt?"

Seeing Han Dong'er's face gradually turning pink, Xia Ming mercilessly put a stop to her hooligan behavior.

Touching once could be explained, touching twice could be forgiven, but touching three times was just being a hooligan!

It's simply going too far!

With one hand holding the Hundred-Year Pi and the other holding onto Han Dong'er's audacious little hand, Xia Ming ignored the resentful gaze of the woman behind him and walked straight towards the shore.

Beside the bonfire on the shore, Xia Ming held the severed limbs of the Hundred-Year Pi.

The sharpness of the severed limbs was not to be underestimated; cutting meat and breaking bones was a piece of cake.

Watching Xia Ming's focused expression, Han Dong'er's fingers tightened little by little.

Master is really amazing... Even cutting meat is so charming.

Seeing that Xia Ming still didn't respond to her thoughts, Han Dong'er pouted slightly.

"Master, Dong'er knows she was wrong..."

"Wrong? Where were you wrong? What did you do wrong?"

"Dong'er shouldn't... touch..."

"Stop! That's enough!"

Looking at the gradually tightening skirt of Han Dong'er, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel helpless.

"You're still young. At your age, you should focus on cultivating and strive to build a solid Dao Foundation before advancing further."

Tightening her waist and straightening her chest, Han Dong'er proudly revealed a steep curve.

"Master! Look! I'm not little anymore!"

With just this statement, Xia Ming almost lost his grip on the severed limb in his hand.

This disciple is really something else!

...

Green plums may taste a bit sour.

But they are truly tempting.

For Xia Ming, a single glance and smile from the young girl were like poison.

Xia Ming wasn't afraid of Han Dong'er; he was afraid of himself.

Afraid that he couldn't resist the temptation of this little white rabbit.

Whenever he felt itchy and restless, Xia Ming would think of Mu Chuan.

Mu Chuan was still like a towering mountain in Xia Ming's heart.

Just thinking of Mu Chuan's face of a banished immortal, Xia Ming felt dispirited.

Damn guilty conscience!

Goldfinger misled me!

Putting on his pitch-black robe, under the resentful gaze of the woman, Xia Ming continued to cut meat and barbecue.

Tightening her slender waist and straightening her steep curve, Han Dong'er's eyes sparkled like spring water.

Unfortunately, ah, spring water always follows the falling flowers, and the mortal world is full of heartless people.

......

The meat of the hundred-year-old beast is actually not tasty.

It is extremely sour and hard to swallow, but Xia Ming keeps swallowing it.

For the Great Dao of Gluttony, fresh blood and meat are more effective, but Xia Ming is afraid of scaring Han Dong'er who is following him in the cold winter.

Thanks to the Great Dao of Gluttony of Ah Tun, Xia Ming's stomach is surprisingly good, he eats fast and digests even faster.

Sometimes Xia Ming even feels like a pixiu, digesting as much as he eats, saving the cycle of the five grains.

The food he eats directly turns into pure Qi and blood power, stored in Xia Ming's flesh and blood.

Xia Ming estimates that by eating this hundred-year-old beast, he can only obtain its power up to the fifth level.

If it were the original demon of the Great Dao of Gluttony, he would probably be able to obtain ninety percent!

...

Looking at the roasted meat in Xia Ming's hand, and then looking at the two Fasting Pills in her own hand, Han Dong'er looks aggrieved.

"Master, can you give me some to eat..."

Xia Ming doesn't say much, he directly cuts off the most fatty and delicious rib and hands it to Han Dong'er.

"Master, you're so kind."

With anticipation, Han Dong'er takes a bite, but the unbearable sour taste makes her almost vomit.

Looking at the half-circle of small teeth marks left on it, Han Dong'er frowns deeply.

In fact, the flesh and blood of wild beasts are not suitable for consumption, they are more suitable for medicinal use.

Looking at Xia Ming with a complex expression, Han Dong'er offers her Fasting Pill again.

"Master... why don't you eat this instead."

Instead of taking Han Dong'er's Fasting Pill, Xia Ming takes the rib from her hand.

In three or five bites, Xia Ming quickly finishes it.

Seeing this scene, Han Dong'er feels that the sour taste in her mouth is gradually turning sweet.

While the girl is lost in thought, Xia Ming has already eaten most of the essence of the hundred-year-old beast.

After finishing eating, Xia Ming walks to the girl's side and gently pokes her little head.

"What are you still dawdling for? Aren't you going to pack up and get ready to leave?"

"Oh, oh!"

Seeing Xia Ming walking away, Han Dong'er stomps her foot and quickly follows.

After the two of them have gone far, a dark figure quietly arrives on the riverbank.

Lifting up the thick sand, Wu Chang looks at the hundred-year-old beast that has been turned into a pile of mud, and furrows his brow slowly.

"What kind of evil technique has this kid cultivated?"

...

It was night, with the lonely moon hanging high.

In the quiet mountain forest, in a small cave, a man and a woman.

Sitting by the bonfire, Xia Ming is roasting Qingmang snake meat, and he also roasted two ground melons for Han Dong'er.

Under the flickering firelight, Han Dong'er quietly watches Xia Ming's profile.

The crackling of the bonfire makes the girl's heart restless.

Bang—

A burst of flame erupts, and a big crack appears on the skin of the ground melon.

Through that crack, one can vaguely see the tempting and fragrant flesh inside.

A tempting sweetness quietly fills the cave.

Her fingers tighten, and Han Dong'er's legs tense up.

Bang—

Another crisp sound.

This sound directly breaks through Han Dong'er's last bit of restraint.

"Master, I like you."

Silence.

Upon hearing these words, Xia Ming doesn't even dare to lift his head.

Moved?

No! Absolutely not!

Although it seems like there are only two people in this cave, it's not the case.

Looking at the pair of jade-like feet in front of him, Xia Ming feels a chill in his neck.

The pressure of the great demon... it's comparable to being exiled as an immortal! No, she is an exiled immortal!

Lifting his head slightly, Xia Ming sees that flawless face and that smile that seems like a smile.

Damn it!

Mu Chuan is actually smiling.

Just like that, Xia Ming's fluctuating Qi and blood instantly turn cold.

Picking up the ground melon, brushing off the ashes, he hands it to Han Dong'er.

"Eat."

"Master! Hmph!"

"Eat! Your! Melon!"

(End of this chapter)