How Good Are You at Fighting

After several cultivators fled, Lu Bei circled the island, trying to enlighten some new Minor Demons.

The original Minor Demons had not pleased him, and Lord Xinli had burned them all to ashes. But no matter how down-and-out King Black Feather was, he was still a famous Demon King within a thousand-mile radius. He could not possibly be without even a single underling to run errands.

As it turned out, Lu Bei had thought too much. Nothing decent could be enlightened on this island.

There was no other reason—the stench of blood was simply too heavy.

The major and Minor Demons had carried bones and Flesh and blood in their mouths all year round, eating wherever they went on the island. Blood had seeped into the soil, and after accumulating over the years, even ordinary beasts had developed a bloodthirsty habit. Anything enlightened would be no different from before.

King Black Feather had caused irreversible damage to this island. Calling it a Demon Den would not have been an exaggeration.

"No wonder the White Dragon Horse said that even his piss could grow Ganoderma lucidum. So it was true. Then here's the question: was Dragon King Ao Yi also...?"

Lu Bei raised a hand to stroke his chin, his bird face full of wicked thoughts.

A moment later, he came to his senses and remembered that he was a good person. He punched the prime minister to death.

Lord Xinli had little interest in Lu Bei's Demonic Body. She sat in the cave with her eyes closed, cultivating her spirit. With no one around, Lu Bei seized the chance to be alone, stepped into the Yin-Yang Gateway, and arrived at the Grand Tutor's Solitary Confinement.

The Grand Tutor sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, all five centers facing the heavens,