“Lotus Prefecture, inside the Chimo Hall.
This sect of the demon clan truly only numbered two disciples, and it looked just as desolate and decayed as in the dream!
Ye Yu, cloaked, strode straight inside.
Returning to the demon realm, he thought of Mo Gei Lian and A Rui.
These two had accompanied him for so long in the dream.
Especially A Rui—though he appeared frail, his character was remarkably resolute.
Not a treacherous mind demon at all!
A Rui, oh A Rui, if only you’d been more adaptable back then, you surely wouldn’t have gone offline so early!
But judging by the present time, you must still be alive.
Sure enough, as Ye Yu reached the hall’s threshold, two voices drifted out.
“大哥，咱们也都算踏入修行了，魔兽这种东西还是少吃吧，多以天地魔气为食，这才是正道!”
“Big brother, now that we’ve broken into cultivation, we should eat less beast meat and feed more on demonic qi. That’s the righteous path!” he said.
“正他娘的蛋!我饿了就要吃。那句话说的好啊，我也不是没出息，只是花开的正艳，我没办法不欣赏。这只魔兽也是如此，长的这么可口，我没办法不吃啊!”
“Righteous my ass! If I’m hungry, I’m eating. Like they say, I’m not useless, I’m just in full bloom—I can’t help but admire it. Same with this beast: it looks so delicious I can’t not eat it!” he retorted.
“那、那行吧，我也少吃点!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll eat less...”
From their tones, he knew it was Mo Gei Lian and A Rui.
Ye Yu entered. Upon seeing the two familiar figures, the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile.
With no proper Mo Lin Tian (the Mo Lin Tian cultivation method) training, Mo Gei Lian was still as rotund as a pig.
And the slight A Rui had eyes unusually clear, like a naive college student.
When they spotted Ye Yu, both froze, then reacted in opposite ways.
A Rui hurriedly tried to shield the rear piece of beast meat.
Mo Gei Lian, standing sideways, feigned profundity: “You’re here to join my Chimo Hall as a disciple? If so, I’ll teach you the demon realm’s strongest body-tempering method!”
Ye Yu’s smile deepened.
This guy still chasing disciples? Ridiculous!
Dropping all pretense, Ye Yu casually pulled aside his cloak, revealing his aura.
Clearly, Mo Gei Lian and A Rui had no memory of the dream.
Sensing the ripple of immortal qi, both their eyes went wide as they trembled, “Im-immortal!”
Ye Yu ignored their shock. He walked forward, removed the roasted beast meat, and began to feast.
Admittedly, Mo Gei Lian’s cooking was quite good!
And best of all, he didn’t have to lift a finger—Ye Yu finally enjoyed a carefree meal.
Mo Gei Lian and A Rui exchanged puzzled glances.
“Big brother, he’s eating our dinner. Should we do something?” A Rui whispered.
“Seems so,” Mo Gei Lian muttered.
Mo Gei Lian suddenly stomped his foot and growled, “Immortal, put down that meat, or else I—”
Before he could finish, a terrifying aura crashed down.
Mo Gei Lian was pinned to the ground, unable to move even a finger.
A Rui turned deathly pale. Seeing Ye Yu’s gaze, he stammered, “Big brother, would you like some Drunken Demon Brew (a potent alcoholic concoction)? I brewed it myself—it’s excellent!”
“Hmm, bring out your Drunken Demon Brew. The batch you drink yourself, not the watered-down one!” Ye Yu said.
His words froze A Rui as if plunged into an ice pit.
How did this immortal know his brew so well? Could there be a mind demon among immortals? Impossible—his spirit was intact. Then how?
Bursting with questions, A Rui hastily retrieved a bottle from his storage ring (a ring used to store items) and offered it up.
Ye Yu drank deeply.
Since A Rui’s passing in the dream, Ye Yu hadn’t tasted this brew. Now, each sip was a nostalgic delight!
Before long, he polished off the meat and ten bottles of brew.
Ye Yu dined with genuine pleasure, then released the pressure.
Freed, Mo Gei Lian’s first ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) act was to press against the wall—such overwhelming immortal force left him helpless, a fact he now understood acutely.
Rather than leave immediately, Ye Yu produced paper and brush and copied the broken Mo Lin Tian method, then tossed it at Mo Gei Lian. “Don’t practice blind if you don’t understand the method. Ending up like this—doesn’t that seem odd?
Follow this, and within a hundred years you’ll conquer Lotus Prefecture; in a thousand years, you might vie for the demon realm’s top spot.
Your aptitude is excellent—don’t waste it!”
Mo Gei Lian was stunned.
At rock bottom, his tragic life had nearly crushed him. An immortal praising his talent was unprecedented!
Next, Ye Yu tossed another storage ring. “All the items inside this ring are yours as payment for today’s meal. Split them fairly.”
Mo Gei Lian and A Rui looked at each other, perplexed. Why this bounty of cultivation lore and rings? What did this immortal intend?
Ye Yu rose, approached A Rui, and spoke softly, “No matter what you face, don’t bear it alone. Slow progress isn’t your fault; steady steps build a solid foundation.
My name is Ye Yu. I hope one day you’ll come to the Heavenly Realm to find me.”
With that, Ye Yu departed the Chimo Hall.
Watching his departing figure, Mo Gei Lian and A Rui were dazed.
Only after a long moment did they recover.
“He means... he’s giving us blessings?” Mo Gei Lian murmured.
“Maybe. Let’s see what’s in that ring. If it’s full of heavenly materials, perhaps he’s our benefactor in this demonic life!” A Rui said eagerly.
Mo Gei Lian didn’t hesitate. He infused demonic qi into the ring, and heavenly materials, cultivation pills, demonic-immortal artifacts, and more manifested—filling the entire hall.
Gulping in awe, Mo Gei Lian and A Rui exchanged one thought: could their benefactor have robbed a demon lord?
