32: Chapter 32 The Li family should be resurrected!

[demonic power +48!]

[Congratulations Your Majesty, you have promoted to a Fourth Rank Spirit Demon!]

...

Half a month later.

"Facts have proven."

"Though this move was risky, the harvest was great!"

A young tiger crouched on the boundary stele in the fields.

With its head held high and eyes squinted, its scarlet tongue licked the corners of its mouth.

Thinking back, he had wronged the Evil God System.

Hadn't devouring the flesh and blood of the wolf pack directly increased his demonic power before?

So the path to a speedrun had always been there.

It was just that the demonic power in the dead wild wolves was too weak for him to clearly realize this point.

By devouring enough mana, as long as his Physical Body could withstand it, he could directly soar to the heavens.

Not just him, he could even take his subordinates and followers along for the ride.

A literal performance of 'when one man attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs rise to heaven'!

"However, is it not quite right to take shortcuts?"

If the Foundation is unstable, there might be danger later on.

"But I am an Evil God!"

If an Evil God doesn't take damn shortcuts, is he really supposed to Cultivate honestly?

What kind of Evil God would that be? No fun at all!

"Very well, so here comes the question."

Where to get more 'treasures' for speedrunning, and how to increase the endurance of his demon body?

The former required little thought.

Anything with mana—beast cores, beast pills, Golden Cores, the practitioners themselves, and so on—all counted.

"Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Techniques!"

He had to increase his cultivation speed, especially Body Refining.

This current method of cultivating by instinctively breathing in lunar essence was practically no different from a turtle's crawl.

Cultivating in this state was simply a waste of time.

Therefore, Feng Yifan simply came out to enjoy the breeze instead of continuing to nest in the small temple to Cultivate.

As for Medicinal Pills...

He had already tried them.

Not only could they repair Meridians and apertures after a speedrun, but they could also be taken in advance to alleviate the pressure brought by a sudden surge in mana.

"And those were just Medicinal Pills distributed by the Sword Sect to newly initiated Disciples."

There must be better ones.

Thus, Medicinal Pills were also one of the ways to solve the hidden dangers of speedrunning.

Then the task at hand was very simple.

Feng Yifan glanced sideways at Zhang Qianlü by the field ridge.

This kid was giving lessons to the people of the Li Clan.

"It seems it's time to send him to a Sect to Cultivate."

Then his gaze swept over the other members of the Li Clan, and he couldn't help but nod slightly.

Not bad, not bad; every one of them was growing robustly and showing great promise.

A few of them should have the chance to become Rank Two Martial Artists.

...

By the opposite field ridge.

"Hey, Brother Flying Fish, what do you think the Young Lord is looking at?" Li Fusun nudged Flying Fish and whispered, "Do you think it can speak human language?"

"I don't know." Flying Fish was also curious.

This young tiger had come down from the mountain this morning with Little Leopard and the others.

Supposedly, it was an adopted son of the Yao Race taken in by the Mountain God, and had been raised in the Mountain Lord Temple.

It would be visiting the village often in the future, and they were told to take extra care of it and not to make a fuss.

The Old Clan Leader had told them to address it as Young Lord.

From the moment it appeared until now, they hadn't heard it speak.

"Our Tiger Young Master really isn't shy around strangers," Li Fusun couldn't help but add.

Flying Fish nodded.

More than just not being shy?

Not only was it not shy, it was also quite impolite!

In the morning, when everyone drank porridge, it drank along.

When everyone ate steamed buns, it ate along too.

It ate corn cakes and pickles; there was nothing it wouldn't eat.

After eating all that, it even gnawed on a roast chicken.

Then it wiped its mouth and ran to the boundary stele to crouch and bask in the sun.

"No wonder the Mountain God told us to bring back a few fat chickens when we went to the city to buy meat yesterday."

The chicks, goslings, and ducklings needed for raising livestock had long been bought, but for the fat chickens, he specifically wanted young roosters that hadn't started crowing yet.

"So they were for feeding the tiger!"

"It really can eat!"

...

"...Heh." Feng Yifan squinted his eyes.

His ears were sharp, and he heard everything clearly.

He planned to teach these two kids a lesson later during martial arts practice.

So what if he could eat?

Only by eating can one grow!

However, among this group of people, it clearly wasn't just Flying Fish and Li Fusun gossiping about him.

The Old Clan Leader and Li Feipeng were also talking about him.

What the two were discussing happened to be the matter of Feng Yifan eating meat.

"Feipeng, it seems the braised meat offerings we sent up before were probably used to raise this Young Lord," the Old Clan Leader whispered. "With his appetite, these few chickens won't last long."

By his estimation, the Young Lord would need to eat at least one large leg of lamb every two days.

If it were pork, he would have to eat meat from a castrated pig, and it would have to be raised cleanly.

Pigs raised under a latrine were a no-go.

They would have to talk to the meat stalls in advance to be able to buy that.

As for money, they still had some.

Previously, the reward given by the county magistrate's office for bringing in the Wolf Skin and Rat King skin was several dozen taels.

In addition, the clan still had some Wolf Skins; they could sell them when money ran short.

So what the Old Clan Leader was worried about was that frequent trips to the city to buy meat might arouse suspicion.

"In another month or so, we'll have to buy grain too."

But in the eyes of the people of Xinan County, these clansmen of theirs had all been eaten by the Demon Ratss, leaving only Li Feipeng and a few others.

If a few people were buying grain for dozens, how could that not arouse suspicion?

"We can transport it from the Li Residence," Li Feipeng said. "Transport a bit more at a time. If anyone asks, just say we're stockpiling grain."

Old Master Li was willing to give, and they were willing to receive; couldn't they just keep it to eat slowly?

"It will attract attention; someone might even follow us," the Old Clan Leader shook his head.

Even though they were over fifty li away from the county seat,

it wouldn't stop busybodies.

Little Leopard and the others were still taking turns guarding the road entrance.

"With so many of us, we can't just keep hiding like this forever."

In the future, besides grain, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, they would have to buy needles, thread, and all sorts of small things.

Those were one thing, but farm tools needed to be repaired, and the children couldn't stay nested in the mountains forever.

What kind of future would that be?

"Young Master Zhang is currently teaching us martial arts and literacy, but if he goes off to Cultivate immortality, what will become of our clan's children?" The Old Clan Leader sighed.

He was worried!

Besides the clansmen's future, his grandson also had some talent in cultivating the martial path.

Seeing as he could become a Rank Two Martial Artist, was he supposed to just be a hunter in the mountains?

In his worry, he couldn't help but zone out.

In his distraction, he didn't notice that Li Feipeng's expression had suddenly turned strange.

However, he did feel a surge of heat beside him.

"You old man, you sure worry a lot," a voice said by his side.

He turned his head to look.

The old man's eyes widened instantly.

"Oh my! Heavens above!"

When did Tiger Young Master crouch down beside him!

Then he blurted out, "Young Lord, are you hungry?"

Feng Yifan: "..."

Actually, a little.

"The Young Lord can speak human language!" Li Fusun poked his head out and shouted in amazement.

Feng Yifan rolled his eyes.

He was a Fourth Rank Spirit Demon; his throat apertures were already open, so of course he could speak human language.

"Get away!" The Old Clan Leader slapped his grandson back and said to Feng Yifan with a smile, "Young Lord, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

"...Meat," Feng Yifan thought for a moment. "How about some noodles too?"

Whether tigers could eat flour-based food, he didn't know, but he could.

"This... our family doesn't have a millstone," the Old Clan Leader was stumped. "We do have wheat, though."

During this time, land reclamation and planting had consumed all their labor; they hadn't even had time to build houses, let alone anything else.

Usually, besides millet, they ate cooked whole wheat grains.

Digging up some wild vegetables and boiling some meat soup was already a delicacy.

But if the Young Lord wanted to eat noodles, rolling them required wheat flour.

Wheat flour required a millstone to grind.

"Then go to the city and buy some," Feng Yifan flicked his tail. "It just so happens we can solve the things you're worried about at the same time."

"The things this old man is worried about?" The Old Clan Leader was stunned.

"Yep!" Feng Yifan smiled. "The people of the Li Clan should also be resurrected."