Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 161 Ghost Cultivator in the Spirit Devouring Stage

Chapter 161 Spirit Devouring Stage Ghost Cultivator

"Serving someone in bed" my ass!

Zhuo Yang cursed inwardly, "I haven't even dealt with this little phoenix yet!"

"No rush, here you go too!" Zhuo Yang forced himself to remain calm, and casually tossed a bottle containing silver metallic powder into Liu Yubao's hand.

Liu Yubao's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed, "What is this thing? I can feel powerful soul energy. If I devour it, my cultivation will be greatly enhanced!"

"I don't know what Fu Yayue's things are either." Zhuo Yang smiled faintly. "You can choose to either devour the powder first or absorb the soul power within those magical artifacts. I'll protect you!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Master!" Liu Yubao regained his indifferent expression, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhuo Yang.

"What are you doing? Don't look at me with those evil eyes of a demon from now on!" Zhuo Yang's face turned cold, and he snorted heavily.

Liu Yubao's eyes gleamed softly as he said, "Master, that inner demon was you. I devoured him, and now you are all I have in my heart!"

"Hmm?" Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted heavily again. "Stop trying to cause trouble. I have seen a lot. In the hands of ghost cultivators, a mere inner demon is a magic pill to enhance strength. How could it affect you?"

Actually, I wasn't sure; I was just bluffing her, since Zhuo Yang didn't know much about ghost cultivators.

Liu Yubao was indeed fooled, and pouted: "This is really boring. I just wanted to try what it's like to be human."

Zhuo Yang turned to the side, not looking at Liu Yubao, and said in a deep voice: "Whether it is cultivating truth, cultivating demons, or cultivating ghosts or demons, the essence is the same: going against the heavens, fighting against the heavens and the earth, and most importantly, fighting against oneself."

"Without unwavering spirit, one cannot become a cultivator!"

"Yu Bao, you must remember, we are all cultivators!"

The voice echoed within the stone cave, filled with solemnity.

Liu Yubao seemed to have grasped the meaning, and slowly nodded: "Master, I understand!"

"Good that you understand. Let's begin. I'll protect you!" Zhuo Yang smiled, walked to the cave entrance, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Liu Yubao watched his retreating figure and chuckled softly, "But before that, I hope to experience what it's like to be pampered and to be a proper human being!"

"Can you help me, Master?"

Zhuo Yang's body trembled, and after hesitating for a long time, he sighed and said, "I'll do my best, but I don't know if I can do it."

Liu Yubao's life story is too tragic. She was never full when she was alive. She married a rich man, but was starved to death by him. As a vengeful ghost, she was locked inside Fu Yayue's body...

Zhuo Yang found it difficult to refuse her request.

"Thank you for your grace, Lord!" Liu Yubao bowed gracefully, then faced the huge iron box. Her expression returned to indifference, then turned ashen, and the ghostly look reappeared!

With a snap, she crushed a skull with a wave of her hand, and the entire cave was instantly filled with an eerie atmosphere, with a thin layer of mist floating on the ground.

Liu Yubao took a deep breath, and the yin energy in the cave was instantly absorbed by her. Suddenly, a red light appeared in her sharp eyes.

"So comfortable, so refreshing!"

She looked up and screamed, her cries as terrifying as a ghost's wail.

Next, she smashed several skulls in succession, absorbing the yin energy into her body in the same way. The more yin energy she absorbed, the more astonishing her complexion became, turning ashen, her eyes sunken, and her eyes bloodshot.

She crushed a whole box of hundreds of skulls, washing away all the yin energy. Her clothes turned blood red, making her look like a vengeful ghost in red. She grinned, and fangs appeared.

"Master, I think I'm about to break through, please help me!" Liu Yubao didn't dare turn around so Zhuo Yang could see her, she gritted her teeth and called out, her voice sounding as if it came from the deepest hell, cold and terrifying.

Zhuo Yang turned around and asked indifferently, "How can I help you?"

"Hit me, make me suffer!" Liu Yubao lowered his head, his body trembling.

"..."

Zhuo Yang was speechless. What kind of request was this?

Liu Yubao is a ghost, a female ghost at that. She looks no different from a woman now, so Zhuo Yang finds it hard to bring himself to hit her.

"Quickly, I'm starting!" Liu Yubao's voice trembled.

"Fine... alright!" Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth awkwardly, took out a bundle of rope from his Qiankun bag, used it as a whip, and lashed out hard.

Snapped!

"Ah..." Liu Yubao screamed shrilly, her body trembling violently.

"Is it okay?" Zhuo Yang was also trembling, and a strange feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

Do I have the potential to tremble?

I shook my head, quickly trying to clear the horrifying feeling from my mind; it was too perverted.

Liu Yubao said in a trembling voice, "Again, please make me suffer, make me suffer immensely, I need to use it to break through!"

"it is good!"

Zhuo Yang had no choice but to comfort himself: I'm helping Yu Bao break through, there's nothing else going on!

With a snap, he swung the rope and lashed out again.

Liu Yubao screamed in agony once again.

This time, Zhuo Yang suppressed his pity and gritted his teeth, cracking the whip once more...

The screams were endless.

Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong, who were hiding outside the entrance to the passage, trembled violently as they heard Liu Yubao's screams.

"Old Pan, is that Miss Liu calling? Could something have happened?" Feng Rong's face was pale, definitely not from being frightened by the box of skulls earlier.

"Don't be so loud! If Master hears you, someone will die!" Pan Jianbo swallowed hard and lowered his voice even further. "Miss Liu's relationship with Master is probably not simple!"

"What's not simple?" Feng Rong asked, looking completely bewildered.

Pan Jianbo chuckled to himself: "Don't ask around. Be more polite to Miss Liu in the future. She's definitely one of our teachers' wives!"

"Master's wife, one more?" Feng Rong was even more confused, scratching his head violently. "Master didn't say anything, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"You're such a clueless idiot!" Pan Jianbo shoved him. "Stop thinking nonsense, plug your ears. We'd better not listen to this kind of sound!"

He actually covered his ears.

Feng Rong was stunned for a long time and still didn't understand, but he also plugged his ears because the screams were too frightening.

The cries gradually subsided. Liu Yubao crawled beside the box, gripping it with both hands to keep from falling to the ground, breathing heavily.

Zhuo Yang's heart ached as he watched, cold sweat trickling down his temples. "Yu Bao, is it alright now?"

"It should work, I'll give it a try..." Liu Yubao forced a laugh, tried to stand up straight, and then swallowed the bottle of metal powder.

The next moment, she suddenly tilted her head back, and dark marks climbed from her slender neck to her cheeks.

"what……"

The piercing screams were so deafening that even Zhuo Yang was forced to take two steps back.

With a bang, the iron box was smashed to pieces by Liu Yubao's bare hands.

She slowly turned around, her face no longer ashen, the red light in her eyes had faded, her fangs had disappeared, and even a rosy hue had returned to her face.

Her little hands were outstretched, white with a rosy tinge...

"Master, I have successfully broken through to the Spirit Devouring stage!" Liu Yubao raised her head and looked at Zhuo Yang with great joy.