Life as a yao in another world was neither hot nor cold.
Without the pressure of death and all those strange incidents, his days would have consisted only of crafting runes, cultivating through breathing exercises, and studying the demon art crafts he liked. Though life would have been monotonous, it would at least have been free and peaceful.
Here, yao girls were plentiful, and pretty bunny-eared girls and fox-tailed girls were everywhere. You would never have to worry about staying strong despite disability for twenty years, only to leave your rod unused for eighteen.
If you could lower your standards a little.
Your options would be even broader.
Nor would you have to worry about life being dull, because all manner of bizarre things happened every day and night, every moment of every hour. There was certainly enough excitement.
And it was the hair-raising, scalp-tingling kind. Guaranteed to leave you unable to stop, with neither life nor death in your own hands.
Of course, it was also a blessing for carnivores. Here, you could find nothing to eat except meat. At least, that was how it was in the Black Mountain Demon Stockade.
Hmm... perhaps there was also turf and tree roots?
Of course, there were also the blood beasts raised by Great Yao, another major source of blood food. He had heard that the Core Region even had things like spirit rice, though he did not know whether that was true.
In short, after a week of monotonous, persistent practice, as the end of the month approached, Su Changsheng finally cultivated the Stone-Forging Art to the proficient level.
He tested it. The results were extraordinary.
If the skilled-level Stone-Forging Art was a young girl just entering society, then the proficient-level Stone-Forging Art was a young married woman long seasoned