Ambushed

Two black shadows flickered, lunging at a figure that moved like a ghost.

As they fought, the two black shadows transformed into two large black snakes, hissing as they coiled around the rapidly moving figure.

"I was a bit careless. I didn't expect these two snake demons to be so troublesome," Fang Mu said with a wry smile, entangled by the two black snakes.

He released the five-star demons from the demon capturing bag that Tu Qing had given him.

He had initially thought that since the two demons weren't very strong, he should be able to handle them.

However, he hadn't expected the two snake demons to have some hidden trump cards. Their scales were too sturdy, and Fang Mu's full-power attacks couldn't break through them.

"Bang!!"

Fang Mu punched one black snake away and turned to fight the other.

His clone transformed into an afterimage, rushing towards the other black snake and engaging it in battle.

The two black snakes had bloody holes on their bodies, likely from being wounded by Tu Qing's sword.

This showed that Tu Qing's strength was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

After a fierce battle, Fang Mu used his pupil technique to charm the black snake. He then quickly thrust his halberd, pinning the black snake to the ground.

Seeing that his clone had not yet subdued the other black snake, Fang Mu rushed forward with his halberd and thrust it into the wounded snake's body.

As he wildly twisted the halberd, Fang Mu used his skinning technique to peel off a layer of the black snake's scales.

The black snake screamed, writhed, and struggled. Under a golden light, both black snakes were successively melted into blood.

Normally, killing demons would result in being contaminated by Demonic Energy, but Fang Mu was an exception.

Not only could his pupils absorb Demonic Energy, but his clone also possessed Demonic Energy that it could directly refine.

Furthermore, whenever he killed a demon, the Demonic Energy and flesh were almost always refined into blood by the Demon Refining Mirror.

Therefore, Fang Mu was safely unaffected by Demonic Energy.

Low-Grade Essence Blood Pills, formed from the essence blood of the snake demons, three in number. Consuming them could enhance Blood Essence and nourish the body.

Low-Grade Essence Pills, two in number. Consuming them could warm the meridians and improve cultivation.

Snake Scale Armor, as thin as cicada wings and as light as nothing. Ordinary swords could barely damage it, and it was impervious to ordinary fire and water.

Looking at the pills in his hand, Fang Mu swallowed an Essence Blood Pill.

He gave the Low-Grade Essence Pills to his clone and then stored them in the Demon Refining Mirror's space.

Fang Mu looked at the Snake Scale Armor in his hand with some surprise. He slashed it a few times with his long sword and found that it only left white marks on the surface.

This was a good item, but Fang Mu's powerful physique didn't require it.

However, he could give it to Fang Jing. Fang Mu had always worried about her lack of self-protection.

With this Snake Scale Armor, even if she encountered danger in the future, she would be able to protect herself.

After storing the Snake Scale Armor in the Demon Refining Mirror, Fang Mu deliberately rolled around in the blood a few times before leaving the dungeon.

When he arrived outside the prison, the sky had already darkened. Tu Qing was truly patient, waiting outside to see him make a fool of himself.

Seeing Fang Mu, who was disheveled and had a grim expression, Tu Qing couldn't help but laugh heartily.

He was also a little surprised. He hadn't expected Fang Mu to be such a resilient cockroach, surviving this. It seemed his strength wasn't that terrible.

After teasing Fang Mu a few times and telling him to continue demon slaying the next day, Tu Qing left with his lackey, swaggering away.

Watching Tu Qing leave, Fang Mu also breathed a sigh of relief. He was quite tired and was genuinely afraid Tu Qing would make him continue demon slaying.

To complete the act, Fang Mu returned home with a dark expression.

As soon as he entered the house, a cold glint flashed across Fang Mu's gloomy face.

Although the house was lit, Fang Mu sensed an abnormal aura.

Someone had infiltrated the house, which made Fang Mu worry about Fang Jing.

As he slowly walked into the house, Fang Mu silently drew his long sword.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed.

A figure who had intended to ambush Fang Mu was sent flying by his sword.

Fang Mu's figure flickered, and his ghost-like form appeared beside the flying black-clothed man.

"Don't move!" Fang Mu held his sword to the man's neck and said coldly.

"Don't move! Let him go!"

"Brother!"

A black-clothed man holding Fang Jing hostage emerged from the dark corner of the inner room, ordering Fang Mu.

"Let her go! We can discuss whatever you want!"

Fang Mu looked at the black-clothed man holding Fang Jing hostage and said in a deep voice.

"I said, let him go."

The man in black slid the knife at Fang Jing's neck, and a trickle of blood dripped onto the ground.

Seeing Fang Jing, who was terrified but forcing herself not to cry out, Fang Mu's eyes instantly turned red. The long sword in his hand creaked as he gripped it, a mad killing intent suppressed within him.

Releasing the long sword, Fang Mu raised his hand and walked towards the man in black holding Fang Jing hostage.

"Let her go. If you have a problem, come at me."

As his words fell, a long sword pierced him from behind.

"Brother!" Fang Jing cried out, struggling wildly and trying to rush towards Fang Mu.

"You damn bitch! Once I deal with that brat, I'll take care of you first!"

The man in black shoved Fang Jing to the ground. Just as he was about to pounce on her, a long sword instantly pierced his body.

The man in black looked in terror at the figure who had suddenly appeared, holding a long sword, his heart filled with unwillingness.

With a flash of sword light, the man who had held Fang Jing hostage was instantly cut in half.

After his clone killed the man in black, Fang Mu slowly turned and broke off the long sword that had been stabbed into his back.

He then thrust the broken sword back into the body of the man in black behind him, who had no time to react.

Before the man could even scream, Fang Mu covered his mouth and smashed his head in with a flurry of punches.

This time, Fang Mu was fortunate to have the foresight to secretly release his clone and hide it in the shadows.

Otherwise, even if he had the power to kill the enemy, he would have had to surrender for Fang Jing's sake.

"Xiao Jing!"

Fang Mu flashed to Fang Jing's side. Seeing her trembling all over, her face pale, looking as if she was freezing, he was startled.

He handed the task of cleaning up the bodies to his clone and quickly carried Fang Jing to the bed in the inner room.

He placed several Essence Pills into Fang Jing's mouth and transferred a significant amount of Vital Energy to her.

Fang Mu found that although her condition had improved slightly, she was still trembling and looked very cold, her hands and feet as cold as ice.

"What do I do? What do I do?"

Fang Mu became anxious. He had never encountered Fang Jing in this state before.

"Right! I've consumed so many pills, my blood should contain potent medicinal effects, which should be able to dispel Xiao Jing's chill."

As a last resort, Fang Mu didn't have time to think further. He cut his wrist and placed it in Fang Jing's mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Jing calmed down and fell into a deep sleep, her complexion regaining some of its color.

Fang Mu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded, a result of excessive blood loss.

He recovered somewhat after consuming two Low-Grade Essence Blood Pills.

After bandaging his wound, he walked outside and used the Demon Refining Mirror to refine the two corpses into two blood pills.

Feeling somewhat unable to stomach them, Fang Mu gave the blood pills to his clone to refine.

The Demon Refining Mirror could refine not only demons but also humans.

As for whether other items could be refined, Fang Mu had not yet tried.

However, the Demon Refining Mirror showed no reaction to ordinary items like chairs and benches, let alone refining them.