Wei Suo was not one to merely talk without acting. While the West Sea Grand Meeting was still in full swing, he had Li Ruohai and Xin Youlan bring Zhan Tai Linglan directly to a beast pen in West Sea City to "plant a True Immortal."
"Aah!"
The moment Zhan Tai Linglan saw the beast pen before him, he let out an unprecedented scream.
Once cultivators reached the Golden Core stage, the natural vibrations of their aura kept dust from settling on them and filth from invading them. No matter how filthy or rotten a place was, even if a Golden Core cultivator burrowed through it and rolled around inside for days, he would emerge spotless. Golden Core cultivators were therefore all accustomed to cleanliness and likely found filth even harder to endure than ordinary cultivators. Moreover, Xin Youlan had deliberately cooperated with Wei Suo and brought him to a pen for raising Corpse-Flesh Iron Vultures. These mid-level fourth-grade avian demon beasts were famous for their huge bodies and enduring flight, capable of flying at high speed for tens of thousands of miles without stopping. They were also famous for being able to eat and excrete prodigiously. What they ate was the rotten flesh of small demon beasts; they would not even touch fresh meat.
Normally, cultivators tended these beast pens, and whatever the beasts excreted would immediately be incinerated with fire-elemental techniques. But after Wei Suo and the others arrived, the cultivators here stopped handling it. In just a short while, what the two or three hundred Corpse-Flesh Iron Vultures in this pen excreted was enough to bury four or five Zhan Tai Linglans.
And what these Corpse-Flesh Iron Vultures excreted was both watery and foul-smelling. How could Zhan Tai Linglan possibly endure it?
**"How could they excrete so