Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Shanquan and the others could only feel waves of cold wind blowing across their bodies. In less than half an incense stick's time, the cold wind suddenly stopped. Feng Yimo appeared in front of them with a formation pestle in his hand. Behind him stood the sloppy cultivator. His face was full of confusion and fear, but he didn't move at all.    

    

"Cousin Yimo, he... ... "" Feng Shanquan looked at the slovenly cultivator in shock. Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Yimo took it from him. "He's dead!"    

    

Ah? Everyone was shocked. They didn't hear any sounds of fighting. A Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior had died just like that?    

    

At this moment, the unconscious female disciple woke up and rushed out of the room. When she saw the corpse of the slovenly cultivator, she didn't know where she got her courage from. She stepped forward and kicked the body of the slovenly cultivator. However, a shocking scene happened: The corpse turned into countless dust particles and flew away. It was as if the corpse wasn't a human, but was made of ashes.    

    

The female disciple was at a loss. She was stunned on the spot. Feng Yimo bowed deeply to her and said, "I'm sorry. I let you suffer before. It's all thanks to you holding that cultivator back that I had the chance to activate the grand formation. Otherwise, hundreds of people from the Feng Family would have died tragically in his hands."    

    

Everyone suddenly realized that it was their own formation that had killed the evil person. Immediately, they were overjoyed. The grief and indignation in the female disciple's heart had lessened greatly. Recalling the scene from before, she still felt ashamed and covered her face as she ran away.    

    

"Thank you, cousin!" Feng Shanquan went up and bowed deeply, and his face was filled with gratitude. "If it wasn't for Cousin pretending to be polite, then that thief wouldn't have let us off so easily and wronged Cousin."    

    

The other disciples of the Feng Family also went up to apologize. Feng Yimo quickly waved his hand and avoided the crowd's greetings.    

    

"Cousin Shan Quan, my opinion is to turn the herbs into panaceas as soon as possible. Otherwise, the herbs would be very eye-catching. Today, a Song Che will come, and tomorrow, a Zhao Che will come. Nowadays, humans and demon beasts are going to have a large-scale conflict, and all kinds of panaceas will be scarce. We have to be on guard." Feng Yimo said with a serious expression.    

    

Feng Shanquan agreed with Feng Yimo's opinion. He agreed with Feng Yimo's opinion very much. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's do as Cousin Yimo says. We need to harvest the ripe herbs as soon as possible."    

    

...    

    

Feng Qishaan was worried that Feng Yimo would lead the slovenly Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior away. When he saw Feng Yimo return safely, a surprised and happy expression appeared on his face. "Young Master Cousin, are you alright?" He asked.    

    

"I'm done. Uncle Qi Shan, hurry up and collect the spiritual herbs. I'm afraid something will happen if I stay here for too long." Feng Yimo said.    

    

"Okay, I will go now!" Feng Qishaan acted decisively. He immediately mobilized more than thirty puppets to increase the harvesting speed.    

    

At this time, Feng Xinping had finished his seclusion. Seeing Feng Yimo, he was both surprised and happy. "Young Master Cousin, I advanced! Thank you for Young Master Cousin's protection!" That day, he was at a critical juncture. When he heard Feng Qilin's shout, he felt uneasy and almost went berserk. It was all thanks to Young Master Cousin stopping Feng Qilin. He was grateful.    

    

Feng Yimo waved his hand. "It's a small matter. Go and help Uncle Qishan harvest the mature spiritual medicines. Now that the cultivation world is about to undergo a beast tide and the world is in chaos, we need to protect ourselves."    

    

Feng Xinping's expression turned cold. Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he hurriedly ran to help.    

    

After Feng Xinping left, Feng Yimo returned to the second floor and began to wipe away the remnants of the Storage Bags on Song Che's Divine Senses. In less than half an incense's time, he easily opened the Storage Bags and poured all the items inside onto the floor.    

    

Looking at the pile of items, Feng Yimo was stunned. Apart from a small amount of spirit stones, most of them were grade one and grade two spirit herbs. There were more than forty low-grade spirit weapons and more than two hundred bottles of spirit pills. The quantity was even larger than that of the old ancestor of the Chu Family's Golden Core. What surprised Feng Yimo even more was that there were four more boxes. He opened them curiously and was shocked. Inside were four beautiful female corpses. They were all clean and lifelike.    

    

Each of the corpses was filthy. Feng Yimo immediately understood that this slovenly cultivator, Song Che, had raped the corpses to such an extent. He couldn't help but run outside and throw up.    

    

After a long time, he stopped vomiting and returned to his room. With a wave of his hand, he put away the four boxes and ran out of the herbal field. He found a quiet place near the Feng Liu Mountain. He dug four tombs on the ground and buried the four female corpses. Then, he paid his respects to the four raised tombs. "I'm sorry, everyone. I don't know your names, but I can only bury you hastily."    

    

When he returned to the second floor, he lost interest in cleaning up the other items. He put them away and went to the herbal field to watch the puppets harvest the spiritual herbs.    

    

...    

    

Four days later, half of the mature medicinal herbs in the medicinal field were collected. A portion of them were sent to the mysterious alchemist to concoct spirit pills. Feng Shanquan carefully placed the rest into medicinal Jade Boxs that could maintain moisture. There were so many of them, and he organized more than 20 medicinal Storage Bags. His face was filled with worry. How was he supposed to carry so many medicinal Storage Bags?    

    

Using four days, Feng Yimo used medicinal Fire Talismans to refine twenty batches of grade two medicinal Fire Talismans. Among them, ten bottles of Three Revolutions Essence Cultivating Pills that could increase one's cultivation base, three bottles of Energy Replenishing Pills that could increase one's mental strength, and the rest were Qi Boosting Pills that could quickly replenish one's spiritual power. He wanted to refine more, but unfortunately, he only had twenty medicinal Fire Talismans, so he didn't have any extra.    

    

Twenty batches of medicinal Fire Talismans, and twelve finished medicinal Fire Talismans per batch. What made Feng Yimo feel pity was that he used medicinal Fire Talismans to refine medicinal Fire Talismans. Ninety percent of them were low-grade medicinal Fire Talismans, and ninety percent of them were low-grade medicinal Fire Talismans. s.    

    

In the past few days, besides concocting Feng Yimos, Feng Yimo had been practicing the Soul Concealment Technique. He had a feeling that something was wrong. The Soul Concealment Art was something he had to use. Fortunately, his soul power was strong, and the Hidden Soul Technique was only a small success. He could already hide eighty percent of his soul power. From the outside, he was a cultivator at the first stage of Qi Cultivation. It would take him some time to completely hide his soul power and turn it into a mortal.    

    

On the fifth day, Feng Yimo was busy cleaning up the items of the rogue cultivator, Song Che. He found a cauldron in a pile of items. It was also a three-legged cauldron, and its quality was dozens of times better than the gray three-legged cauldron he was using. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. No wonder the perverted Song Che was able to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Late Period realm as a rogue cultivator and rob the medicinal field. It turned out that he was an alchemist himself, and his level wasn't low. He was at least a high grade Tier 2 alchemist.    

    

The cauldron was golden in color, and it looked like it was made of gold. When Feng Yimo held the cauldron in his hand, a vast aura of spiritual pills assaulted his face, startling him.    

    

After years of refining pills, the pill furnace would absorb the Qi of all kinds of pills. It was as if it had a spiritual nature. The Qi of the pill would help the alchemist improve the quality of the pills during the process of collecting pills. It would raise the quality of the pills to the middle grade, and raise the quality of the pills to the upper grade. It was very magical! However, it was just a rumor that Feng Yimo had never seen it with his own eyes. Now, he felt that the golden pill furnace in his hand had the legendary Core Qi!