A pheasant made a new discovery while playing.
Occasionally, when it was attacked, a faint black mist would appear on its body, deflecting the blow.
Seeing the familiar blackness, the pheasant knew the little demoness had made a move!
It then let go of the last of its worries.
Only happiness remained!
Stepping onto mountain peaks.
Falling into valleys.
Soaring through oceans.
Happiness, after all, is often that simple!
Screams from female cultivators could occasionally be heard from the crowd, only to be quickly drowned out by the sounds of combat.
Only the scattered pieces of clothing drifting in mid-air silently bore witness to the pheasant's passage.
Something wobbled, wobbled, and landed before Ye Fan and the little demoness.
It was a purple bellyband.
Chicken claw prints could be clearly seen on it...
Ye Fan and the little demoness both held their foreheads again.
They couldn't take it.
It was too base.
They couldn't bear to watch any longer...
"Perhaps you should pull it back..." Ye Fan said, his face a mask of black lines.
"Or perhaps it should be killed..." The little demoness's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
However, after speaking, they both picked up new watermelons and continued eating.
It seemed like a mere complaint, a perfunctory act...
"Bang—!"
A cultivator smashed heavily in front of them.
He was severely injured.
One arm had been severed at the root, and his body was riddled with several gaping wounds.
Blood was gushing out.
"Save... save..."
Driven by the instinct for survival, he weakly pleaded for help from the two.
The little demoness's brows furrowed, her expression thoughtful.
"Are you planning to save him?" Ye Fan asked casually.
"It's very dangerous!" The little demoness nodded solemnly. "I almost got splashed with blood just now."
With that, she decisively took a few steps back.
"That makes sense." Ye Fan nodded and pulled their table, chairs, and bench back with them.
The male cultivator's half-extended hand froze in mid-air, and the spark of hope that had just ignited in his eyes instantly extinguished...
However, he harbored no complaints or resentment towards Ye Fan and the little demoness for their actions.
The cultivation world was like this, especially in a place like Ge Mountain City.
Perhaps it was his fate, destined to die here today...
Just as he was despairing and waiting for death, something sauntered into his line of sight.
It was an extra-large banana, looking like a stout club.
"Hello." Banana-kun approached and politely greeted him with a slice of its peel.
The male cultivator: ???
Am I hallucinating because I'm dying???
A banana is talking to me???
"May I ask you a question?" Banana-kun continued, his tone as polite as ever.
The male cultivator did not respond.
Or rather, even if he wanted to, he was too weak.
"It's like this," Banana-kun said, ignoring the other's attitude. "I heard that before people die, their life experiences flash through their minds one by one."
The male cultivator, too lazy to bother, simply closed his eyes.
"Do you feel that now?"
"If so, can you describe it to me?"
"Honestly, I'm really curious about such a wondrous feeling."
"Scram..." The male cultivator weakly raised a finger and replied.
If you're not going to save me, then just get lost, okay?
I just want to die in peace, can I?!
Get out!
Now!
"If you don't want to say, then shall we change the subject?"
"For example, is there anything you regret in your life, or any last wishes?"
"Where is your hometown?"
"Don't glare at me like that, I mean no harm."
"I just thought since we've met, perhaps I could help take your ashes back?"
"Do you have any other brothers or sisters at home?"
...
Two minutes later, Banana-kun finally fell silent.
Because the male cultivator had already died...
Until his death, his eyes were fixedly staring at Banana-kun.
His gaze seemed to contain boundless killing intent...
Banana-kun quickly helped him close his eyelids.
Why stare with such wide eyes?
It's quite frightening for a banana...
Mid-air.
The pheasant was having too much fun.
So it attacked a Nascent Soul stage female cultivator without even looking.
And it messed up again...
Spell after spell slammed into the golden crispy chicken.
The pheasant lost its mood to play with other girls and fled in disarray, covering its head.
The pheasant was on the verge of tears...
Although the little demoness's protection could save its life, it was only enough to prevent it from dying...
Half of its right wing was sliced off, and its backside took several hits...
Damn it, this woman is too ruthless!
Is she trying to kill Brother Chicken?!
"Big brother, big sister boss, save me!"
The pheasant let out pig-like screams as it fled.
However, when it looked towards Ye Fan and the little demoness's location, the entire chicken was horrified!
Because they were gone!!!
Have I been abandoned?
On the ground.
Ye Fan and the little demoness were still leisurely eating melon.
No need to ask.
The reason the pheasant couldn't see them was definitely the little demoness's doing.
"Ye Fan, is this really necessary?" the little demoness asked again uncertainly.
"It's good for it to learn a lesson. As long as it doesn't die, that's enough," Ye Fan said indifferently. "If it doesn't learn to get beaten, how will it learn to beat others in the future?"
The little demoness nodded and continued eating melon.
Banana-kun looked at the pheasant being beaten mid-air, lost in thought.
Mid-air.
"Bang—!"
An attack slammed heavily onto the pheasant again.
The aim was incredibly accurate, hitting the bullseye!
"Roar—!"
The pheasant let out a pained cry and flew out a great distance, clutching its backside...
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
It's cracked, it's cracked, it's cracked!
I only touched your chest, and you're going to be this brutal?!
This little lady, just you wait, Brother Chicken will make you pay!
"Bang bang bang!"
Spell after spell rained down, all targeting the same spot.
The pheasant's body trembled uncontrollably.
It felt like it wouldn't have constipation problems anymore...
Perhaps it wouldn't even need to wait for later.
With a few more hits, it would probably drop dead on the spot...
No, I can't just sit here and wait to die!
The pheasant frantically urged its demonic power, preparing to unleash a newly learned divine art.
Audacious demon, behold my Grand Majestic Heavenly Dragon!
Demonic power surged out of its body, slowly condensing into a small loach about the thickness of a finger.
The small loach struggled, its body bulging.
Two small bumps vaguely appeared on its forehead, and faint patterns resembling scales seemed to emerge on its body.
Then.
There was no then...
"Pfft..."
The small loach, not yet fully formed, dissipated like a fart...
The Nascent Soul stage female cultivator pursued relentlessly, her proximity to the pheasant increasing.
Previously, she hadn't gone for the kill, merely wanting to vent her anger.
But now, judging by her intense spiritual energy fluctuations, she had clearly had enough.
The pheasant was in danger!
Sensing the terrifying fluctuations and pressure from behind, the pheasant stopped in despair.
There was no way it could escape.
Damn it, am I going to die young, Brother Chicken?!
Just as it was filled with despair, a familiar voice reached its ears.
"Brother, I'm here!"
The pheasant was so moved it almost cried.
Brother Jiao!
My kin!