I am a living immortal.

Chapter 579: Su Qingtu

Xuan Mo's gentle shaking made the fog demon feel as if the earth was shaking.

To test her theory, the mist demon released a stream of vengeful spirits. These horrifically dead souls drifted in all directions. Through their vision, she saw the forest stretching outward, seemingly endlessly. No matter how fast she sped, the dark edge remained.

Only then did she truly accept her fate. It seemed she had been caught. Her infallible tactics had been so easily thwarted, and a tinge of resentment rose in her heart. If only she had known, if only she had known this would happen...

But regret is no longer of any use.

She could never have imagined that her luck was so bad. How could such a being, with such means, appear in a neighboring country, and why did she have to encounter it?

She found it incredible. The desire to survive made her brain race, and she immediately began to beg for mercy.

"Master, I know I was wrong..."

However, Su Mu ignored her. No matter how the fog demon pleaded or begged for mercy, it was useless. Su Mu simply felt a pity—such a gifted demon had been so carelessly led astray.

The fog monster, even Su Mu had seen it for the first time.

If this weren't a gift from nature, what was it? If they had followed the right path, their future would have been limitless. Yet, such an existence had strayed from the right path. The originally clear mist, stained with the scent of blood, took on a strange, strange quality, and its foundation was destroyed.

The invisible and intangible is no longer so special if it has impurities.

It's such a shame. For such a small profit, he completely destroyed his powerful talent.

He no longer cared about the fog monster. Su Mu felt sorry for it, but she didn't care as much as she had imagined. After handing the bottle to Xuan Mo, they continued on their way to their destination. Encountering the fog monster along the way was just an unexpected bonus.

Su Mu didn't mind, but Xuan Mo liked it. Although he could ride on clouds, he wanted a mount even more. This fog demon was perfect for him—who wouldn't want a "somersault cloud"?

If he thought so, he would act accordingly. Xuan Mo grabbed the fog monster, and instantly, the watery spiritual energy washed away the bloody odor and resentment from the fog monster. This also washed away most of the monster's strength—after all, this strength was built up from blood food, so it wouldn't be a pity to remove it.

The fog monster struggled continuously, but was powerless in Xuan Mo's hands, letting him play with it. Xuan Mo not only washed away its strength, but also its original memory, completely becoming his shape.

After returning the bottle to Su Mu and looking at the mist in his hand, Xuan Mo was very happy - he had a new toy.

Su Mu smiled. This fog demon wasn't the first to fall into her trap. Su Mu had been collecting them as she went. As expected, troubled times bring forth evil spirits. In just the past few days, she'd already encountered no fewer than four powerful demons. The fog demon was the strongest, its unique characteristics giving it the power of a great demon. If it hadn't been for the bad luck of encountering Su Mu, few would have been able to capture her for a while.

The fog monster itself is not very powerful, but its strength lies in its cunning escape method.

Now Su Mu's strength is no longer what it used to be, and these big monsters are no longer a big threat in his hands.

Su Mu's destination this time was exactly the direction the fog demon had come from. Bai Ze had mentioned that there were four great demons stirring up trouble in Lin Country. Su Qingtu, the great demon residing in Sheyi Mountain, was one of them. The name "Su" was immediately recognizable as a fox.

The Yousu clan is renowned for its beauty within the fox tribe. However, there is one outlier: Yousu Qingtu—a male fox. Male foxes are not uncommon, but because several major clans operate in a matriarchal society, their status and talent are inherently low.

However, there are exceptions to everything. A hundred years ago, the Su family gave birth to two freaks: a deformed child and a male fox.

Both of these foxes were extremely talented, but due to various reasons, they rebelled against the Su family.

What a coincidence, Su Mu is about to meet these two century-old freaks.

One was the one Su Mu had met before, the one that wanted to devour Wei Ming. It seemed to be called Su Suining, or You Su Suining. And this time, he was going to meet one of the other freaks. It was really a fate.

Su Qingtu was skilled in refining external elixirs, especially human elixirs, and was renowned among the demon race. The elixirs he refined were far more potent than simply swallowing them. Alas, another monster perverted by family conflict.

However, Su Qingtu was stronger. After all, Su Suining was known as the weakest Nine-Tailed Fox. Bai Ze warned against underestimating him. He wasn't called a freak because he was a male Nine-Tailed Fox, but rather because of his violent nature and exceptional strength. He also possessed the fox's talents, excelling in disguise. He often presented himself as a pale-faced scholar, and his alchemy skills gave him a frail air.

This disguise lasted for a hundred years.

He has never been exposed until now. He is a tough character and he acted so well that I almost believed it myself.

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This Lin Kingdom was truly doomed. Everywhere was barren. The refugees walking the roads were skinny, relying on water for food. Most of them walked unsteadily, hurrying along. And their direction was precisely the Sheyi Mountain that Su Mu had sought.

Sheyi Mountain is also easy to find. Someone spread the rumor that the mountain god of Sheyi Mountain will bless you and give you food and other things as long as you are pious enough.

No one would believe this nonsense in peacetime.

It's a pity that this isn't peacetime. Rather than starve to death, they'd rather believe in ghosts and gods. True or not, for a bite to eat, they're willing to try.

Su Mu and Xuan Mo followed the crowd and poured into the seemingly peaceful village.

This village was far better than I'd imagined. While the villagers might not have been lavishly clothed in gold and silver, they certainly had enough to eat and wear. Their rosy cheeks, amidst such turmoil, showed how comfortable their lives were.

At first, the refugees did not believe in ghosts or gods.

However, after seeing these people, they inexplicably believed it. Seeing the refugees coming one after another, the villagers were not annoyed, but instead cooked porridge to entertain these refugees who came from afar.

The thin rice porridge brought these people to tears. After so long, their family had forgotten what rice tasted like. But for the refugees, who had been starving for who knows how long, this rich, fragrant rice porridge was a lifesaver.

Some people started crying while drinking, and some people kept thanking others but had no way to repay them.

The villagers looked at these hopeful people with eager eyes. Of course, these people were walking bread, so how could they not be eager? Giving away porridge was also to give these already languishing spirits a breath of fresh air, while also filling them with hope.

Only by dying with hope can you get a good price.

This has become a rule of thumb: those who are in good spirits will receive more food than those who are in bad spirits.