"The Cave Mansion's Spirit Plants are going to need far more flesh and blood from now on."
After Lu Xuan planted the Fragrant Flesh Branch and Soul Insect Fungus, he could not help sighing.
"Fortunately, I have that Meat Mountain Cultivator with his flesh-and-blood divine ability, who can continuously multiply eerie flesh and blood."
A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Xuan's mouth as he took a large chunk of black-red flesh from the Gluttony Insect Pouch.
The black-red flesh still retained the Buddhist power of the Suppression Prison Vajra Statue, and it had been suppressed all this time inside the Gluttony Insect Pouch refined into a magical treasure, so it had been unable to stir up even the slightest wave.
The moment it came out of the Gluttony Insect Pouch, the black-red flesh seemed to gain a new lease on life, continuously sprouting blue-red fleshy buds.
The fleshy buds grew at breakneck speed, but as if sensing some dangerous presence, they immediately stopped again.
Lu Xuan reached over and tore off a large chunk of black-red flesh.
The Meat Mountain Cultivator's illusory face appeared on the surface of the meat.
"Daoist Lu, I'm begging you, just give me a clean end!"
The face shook constantly, as if it might vanish like smoke and scatter like clouds at any moment.
"Why would you say that, Daoist? Isn't it good that I've spared your life?"
Lu Xuan smiled and placed the black-red lump of meat around the Fragrant Flesh Branch and the other Spirit Plants.
"I either fall into slumber, or the moment I regain consciousness, I have to watch helplessly as you cut away my flesh and blood, Daoist. That tiny bit of flesh-and-blood origin is about to be wrung dry by you."
The Meat Mountain Cultivator's illusory face