The only useful thing about this demon was that its strength was low, and it could turn itself into a large puddle of mud for a short time. No demon would be interested in a puddle of muck, and most would simply wag their tails and leave. But once it turned into mud, it could remain that way for years at the shortest, or decades at the longest. The duration was unpredictable and beyond the Mud Cocoon Demon's control. Lu Xiaotian wasn't sure whether fusing its Primordial Spirit into his own and casting a spell would leave him in the same state as the Mud Cocoon Demon.
And the fact that ordinary demons weren't interested in the Mud Cocoon Demon didn't mean that the demons hunting it couldn't find that heap of muck. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help remembering how, when he'd gone alone to Yangli Sect, he had transformed into a small tree and hidden among the trees to eavesdrop on the conversation between Sect Master Xueyan and Mo Yuyan. Though Sect Master Xueyan hadn't seen through Lu Xiaotian's illusion, he had relied on his memory to spot something amiss from the mere anomaly of one extra tree.
There were so many talented and unusual people in the world. Even the Blood Flame Sect had produced a man like Sect Master Xueyan, whose exceptional intelligence and meticulous conduct left no loose ends. How much more so the hidden talents of the Danzhu Buddhist Sect? Thousand Sounds Temple might well have someone like Sect Master Xueyan, too. Nothing had gone wrong at Thousand Sounds Temple in all these years, which meant every unforeseen situation must have been dealt with in time. If Lu Xiaotian had no choice but to borrow the Mud Cocoon Demon's Primordial Spirit to escape, he would have