Two months later, two transformed demon beasts arrived.
"Brother Feng Xi, why aren't there any humans left here? Have you finally changed your mind and become like us?"
"You're hardly picky, then. Eating cultivators is one thing, but you even ate a mortal!" the Poison Flood Dragon teased in human form.
"Brother Flood Dragon is right. Feng Xi, why didn't you leave a single human alive? What about our payment? If you want us to help refine that thing, we expect enough compensation! We won't ask for much, but at least twenty or thirty at the foundation establishment stage and several dozen at the qi refining stage!"
"Exactly, exactly! A Golden Core or two from core formation cultivators would be even better! Hahahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
The two transformed great demons laughed in turn.
After this period of recuperation, Feng Xi had clearly recovered considerably. But his wings had been severed, and without replacing them with the Wind-Thunder Wings, he could never recover completely.
Feng Xi's aura was noticeably weaker than at his peak. Even with Demon Cores nourishing him, anyone sensitive to auras could detect it.
The Mysterious Tortoise noticed something amiss. "Wait, Brother Feng Xi. Why is your aura so much weaker than when we last met? Were you surrounded and attacked by human nascent soul cultivators?"
"What?" the Poison Flood Dragon exclaimed, then began probing.
"It's true! Brother Feng Xi, was it really those despicable human nascent soul cultivators?" the Poison Flood Dragon asked.
"Hmph! Hahahaha!" Feng Xi laughed at their words.
The two transformed demon beasts could not tell what was going on with Feng Xi.
"I wasn't surrounded! But it's no longer a problem!" Feng Xi explained with a smile.
"Good, then. We won't pry any further. Why don't you show us what you want to refine