Inside an unnamed cave in the northwestern core region of the Star Dou Forest.
At that moment, Chen Ping was taking out all the ingredients he had prepared earlier, as Zhongli Ren had instructed.
Then Chen Ping watched helplessly as Zhongli Ren grimaced, using Flesh Transmutation to fuse the duck intestines Chen Ping had marinated for duck snacks and the pig intestines intended for nine-turn braised intestines into a single mass, then attached it to his own severed intestines.
Pig stomachs, rabbit livers, all sorts of organs-Zhongli Ren fitted them into his belly like building blocks, while more and more cold sweat gathered on Chen Ping's forehead.
"Bring me that piece of pork tenderloin."
Zhongli Ren's eyes were as cold and sinister as a night owl's. Holding his Soul Tool Staff in his left hand, he took the ingredients Chen Ping passed him with his right and used Flesh Transmutation to repair his injuries.
At the cave entrance, a fierce tiger beast soul crouched warily. Brown light radiated from its entire body, and its brown hide was covered in golden, coin-shaped markings.
At this sight, Chen Ping nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
He was not blind. How could he fail to recognize that this Money Tiger was Zhongli Ren's life-bound beast soul, at least equivalent to a Soul Beast with over fifty thousand years of cultivation?
This life-bound beast soul was blocking the cave entrance for two reasons: first, to guard against Du Weilun and Shi Xing; second, to keep him from escaping.
For the first time, Chen Ping felt death so close at hand.
Because there was one thing he knew for certain: the ingredients in his Storage Soul Tool were nowhere near enough for Zhongli Ren to repair all his injuries.
And he remembered perfectly clearly what