109: Chapter 109 Cutting Off the Supply! Are you a donkey demon in disguise?!

"Pavilion Master! There is a problem with the transmission channel of the Four Lands!"

The Formation Master rushed in, covered in sweat, his voice trembling:

"Someone is injecting some unknown power from the other end! The god transformation fruit tree is suffering from backlash!"

"What?!"

Qiao Bei stood up abruptly, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

The transmission channel connects to the core of the earth veins; even a Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage Late Stage would find it difficult to shake it in the slightest.

That is a Forbidden Ground; there isn't even anyone at the Soul Transformation Stage Early Stage there, so how could anyone be capable of doing this?

"Pavilion Master, if this continues, the fruit tree will be affected! How about... we cut off the channel first?"

"Cut it off?"

Qiao Bei furrowed his brows, hesitant:

"Wouldn't that delay the growth of the fruit tree? Once the Immortal holds us accountable, both of us will be in big trouble!"

"But if we don't cut it off now, I'm afraid the fruit tree will have problems!"

"Boom!"

Just as the two were hesitating, another loud noise came from the depths of the Forbidden Ground, clearly indicating that the channels in several other places were also under similar attack.

"Damn it! This bunch of ants!"

Qiao Bei sighed helplessly, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes:

"Cut it! Cut off all supply channels immediately!"

As a few incantations were cast, the pillars of light connecting to the Four Lands instantly extinguished.

Although the god transformation fruit tree stopped withering, the originally crystal-clear fruits became dim, clearly indicating its growth speed had been affected.

"If there is no supply from the Four Lands, how long will it take for the god transformation fruit tree to mature?"

"Pavilion Master... according to the current progress, without the nourishment of the Four Lands, it will take at least... one hundred and fifty years for the god transformation fruit tree to mature," the Formation Master said cautiously.

"One hundred and fifty years?!"

Qiao Bei was furious: "No! Absolutely not! The Immortal may descend at any time; I cannot wait that long!"

"Is there any other way? Speak quickly!!"

The Formation Master was so scared he knelt on the ground, his expression conflicted, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"There is a way... but... it goes against the harmony of Heaven."

"Harmony of Heaven?" Qiao Bei sneered, his eyes filled with madness.

"This world is about to be destroyed, what harmony of Heaven do we need? Speak!"

"Use... Cultivators to fill the pit!"

The Formation Master said with a trembling voice:

"Everything in the world grows through plunder. Since there is no power from the earth veins, then use the flesh, blood, and soul of high-level Cultivators to feed it! The Soul Transformation Stage is best, but Nascent Soul and Golden Core... can also suffice!"

Qiao Bei fell silent.

A moment later, a chilling cold light flashed in his eyes:

"Good!"

"Start catching people! Start with those Loose Cultivators and small-to-medium Sects; it must be done covertly!"

"Also, notify the Jade Pool Palace! This is not just the Sword Pavilion's business; if she wants to achieve Ascension, she must contribute! Make her catch people too!"

...

North Mountain, Demon Suppression Abyss.

Feeling that the channel absorbing power had been completely severed, a satisfied smile curled on Su Feng's lips.

"Done."

He turned to look at the severed arm of the giant ape.

The severed arm trembled slightly, and a Divine Thought was transmitted into Su Feng's mind:

"Well done, Human Race boy."

"As long as you can help me remove this bronze nail in a year and help me reshape my true body, I will definitely lend you a hand!"

Su Feng glanced at the huge arm and couldn't help but retort:

"You really are... lending a hand in the physical sense."

"Deal!"

"If that is indeed the case, I am willing to protect your Family for a hundred years!" The Guixu Demon Emperor gave a heavy promise.

Leaving the Forbidden Ground, Su Feng was in a great mood.

Not only did he resolve the immediate crisis, but he also bluffed... oh no, recruited a Great Demon of Gui Xu as a bodyguard.

Su Feng looked back at Tu Shan Ya, who had been following behind him.

At this moment, Tu Shan Ya, due to the Great Shaman's order and the evacuation of her clansmen, seemed somewhat bored.

"Is there something we have been meaning to do?" Su Feng asked suddenly.

"Hmm?" Tu Shan Ya narrowed her fox eyes, revealing a look of confusion.

"What matter?"

Su Feng reminded her seriously:

"You promised me last time that you would show me some big secret, and also... does your pet know how to do a backflip?"

"..."

Tu Shan Ya's pretty face flushed, and she immediately rolled her eyes at him.

"You, is there nothing else in your mind besides that sort of thing?"

Although she complained verbally, she did not refuse.

After all, the two had already married, and she was indeed full of curiosity about Su Feng, this person of destiny.

"Hmph! Follow me!"

Tu Shan Ya swayed her water-snake waist and led Su Feng to her exclusive territory, Qingqiu Mountain.

This was a paradise with beautiful scenery, but now, because the elites of the clan had all gone out, only some women and children remained, making it appear exceptionally quiet and secluded.

On the mountaintop, inside an exquisite Fox Immortal Pavilion.

"Here! Drink first!"

Tu Shan Ya heroically threw a huge purple-gold gourd to Su Feng, picked one up herself, and poured it down her throat.

The liquor slid down her slender neck, flowed over her exquisite collarbones, and disappeared into that bottomless cleavage.

"Drinking red outside, drinking white at home!" Su Feng found it amusing and also raised the gourd to take a sip.

The strong liquor entered his throat, extremely spicy, but it also made one's blood boil.

"Today you are not allowed to use cultivation to suppress the liquor! I want to drink until I'm drunk!"

Tu Shan Ya's cheeks were already starting to flush with a charming wine-red color, and her whole body exuded a rich fragrance of wine mixed with the unique body scent of her natural seductive Physique, which was simply the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.

This free and easy demeanor of a female drunkard had a unique flavor.

"Fine! I'll accompany you to the end!"

Su Feng simply drank openly as well.

Since coming to this world, with his nerves constantly tense, he had never truly indulged himself once.

After three rounds of drinks.

Both of them were a bit drunk.

"I really didn't expect... that I, Tu Shan Ya, would end up marrying a Human Race!"

Tu Shan Ya looked at Su Feng with drunken, hazy eyes, her fox eyes filled with inquiry:

"Although you are very strong... but the Human Race is, after all, the Human Race..."

"What's wrong with the Human Race?" Su Feng was also feeling tipsy. "Didn't you say that the strong never complain about their environment?"

"That's about strength..."

Tu Shan Ya suddenly leaned closer to Su Feng, her soft, boneless hands resting on his shoulders, her gaze unscrupulously looking him up and down, finally stopping at a certain place, a trace of... doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Your talent is the strongest I've ever seen, but..."

She leaned into Su Feng's ear, exhaling hot air, and said something that no man could tolerate:

"I heard... you Human Race men are all very short, could it be that you... aren't capable?"

"I've seen in those storybooks that although the Human Race has many tricks, it's to cover up... that... impotence?"

"???"

Su Feng was instantly hit by the alcohol, looking at her in disbelief.

"What did you say?!!!"

He suspected he had misheard.

This fox spirit was actually questioning his dignity?!

"I've heard it since I was young..." Tu Shan Ya looked innocent, even with a hint of pity.

"The Human Race's Physique is weak and cannot withstand much tossing. Unlike us Yao Race..."

"Stop!!"

At this moment, only one classic line popped into Su Feng's mind:

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain!"

No! The prejudice in the Yao's hearts is too!

Tu Shan Ya placed the gourd on her chest; the gourd did not move at all, and she looked at Su Feng provocatively.

Among the people Su Feng had come into contact with, apart from Ao Cangyue, only she could do this!

"I f***ing..."

Su Feng, emboldened by the alcohol, was completely enraged!

This was the greatest insult to his [Pure Yang Sacred Body]!

"You watch closely!"

Su Feng slammed the table, knocking the annoying wine gourd away.

"Clap!"

The gourd hit the ground.

Su Feng stood up, tore open his robe, and stared down at Tu Shan Ya:

"Today, I will let you know what it means to be... the might of the Human Race!"

"Hiss—!!"

Tu Shan Ya's originally half-closed fox eyes suddenly widened, her pupils trembling, and even the rich intoxication in her body was scared away by a few points in an instant!

She stared blankly at the scene before her, trembling as she asked:

"You... you..."

"Are you a transformed donkey Yao?!!!"

"Ugh..."

The next second.

Her exclamation was completely blocked back.

This night.

On Qingqiu Mountain, the fox cries did not stop.

Tu Shan Ya finally understood one truth...

Some rumors are really not to be believed!

The Human Race... is really capable! Especially capable!!