Dian Dian said in great frustration:
"It's all because I cultivate too slowly. Otherwise, I definitely could have helped Master."
Cong Shan retracted all the spikes on his body before saying slowly:
"This isn't your fault. Master advances too quickly; we simply can't keep up with her pace. Besides, as Demon Cultivators, our lifespans are naturally longer than those of the human race, so it's impossible for our cultivation speed to surpass Master's."
Zhusheng voiced his agreement:
"Cong Shan is right. We'll do our utmost. I'll select the immortal plants suitable for you to consume. After you devour them, channel the plants' power to Master through the Contract Mark and lend her a hand.
"But you haven't broken through to the immortal rank yet, so the power within the immortal plants will certainly injure you. Be prepared. If you sense anything wrong, spit the plants out. Don't force yourselves."
"We understand. We're ready."
This time, both Dian Dian and Cong Shan agreed without hesitation. No matter what, they had to help their master.
The two then took up residence in the plantation. The instant they consumed the immortal plants, their bodies nearly burst apart from the Immortal Yuan Force.
Dian Dian instantly turned into a blood-soaked gourd, squeaking wildly in pain. Yet even so, he did not spit out the immortal plant he had swallowed. Instead, he struggled to channel the Immortal Yuan Force to his master through the Contract Mark.
Cong Shan's condition was somewhat better than Dian Dian's. His cultivation was higher, and his hide was thick and his flesh tough. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he worked hard to send the Immortal Yuan Force into the Contract Mark.
Zhusheng looked at Dian Dian and Cong Shan curled up in pools of blood. With a sigh,