Inner layer of the formation.
Two ancient stone houses, four or five mu of medicinal fields—simple and rustic.
In the small square before the stone houses, Prime Minister Turtle was begging the eagle and tiger beasts to eat more century-old spirit ginseng, lest they fail to replenish their essence blood.
"Lord Jin, just take one bite!"
"Lord Hei, let's stew the spirit ginseng into meat porridge. Have a taste!"
Most of the eagle demon's feathers had turned golden. Its cold eyes glanced at Prime Minister Turtle, finding him unbearably noisy, and a sweep of its wings sent him flying onto the ground.
The tiger demon was entirely black, without a single stray color. Seeing Prime Minister Turtle lying belly-up, it mischievously gave him a poke.
His shell spun wildly, only slowly coming to a stop after a long while. Prime Minister Turtle's mung-bean eyes were still spinning, and his mind was already on the verge of dazed collapse.
"You're far too useless. You ate all that century-old spirit ginseng, yet your cultivation is about to be surpassed by the eagle and tiger."
Zhou Yi manifested his form and kicked Prime Minister Turtle right-side up.
"Venerable Immortal, you've finally returned. Those two—"
Prime Minister Turtle was about to tattle when he sensed wave after wave of killing intent. His words shifted at once. "My aptitude may be somewhat poor, but my lifespan is long. I can easily live eight or nine hundred years. In the future, I'll surely become a Demon King!"
"Not bad."
Zhou Yi nodded approvingly. When he had taken Prime Minister Turtle in, it was because he had seen a reflection of himself in him.
The yellow ox, Golden Eagle, and Black Tiger all possessed variant bloodlines. As those bloodlines manifested and transformed, their strength grew far beyond