"Old Turtle!"
Jia Shiyi cried out, relieved, then glared viciously at Cao Jinxing and accused him, "He killed all our brothers and sisters! Please give us justice, Old Turtle!"
Old Turtle raised his head.
Cao Jinxing studied him. The old turtle had white hair, white eyebrows, and a flowing beard. He really did have the air of a reclusive master, an immortal sage.
"One of the Eight Demons from over three hundred years ago, Turtle Demon."
Cao Jinxing pointed his sword diagonally at the ground and watched them coldly. "You had the shell of the Alien Beast [Whorl Turtle] transplanted into you... I never thought you'd survive until now."
Among Alien Beasts, living for several hundred years was quite common.
Their reproductive capacity was extremely low, and only their long lifespans kept them from extinction.
But humans were not Alien Beasts, after all. What they had transplanted were merely severed parts of Alien Beasts; they could not possibly live for centuries like real ones.
Even if their lifespans increased, the increase would not be great.
Moreover, using an Alien Beast's powers with a human body severely depleted one's vital essence. Overuse could actually cause premature aging!
Turtle Demon's circumstances were somewhat unusual.
Cao Jinxing had read the records.
"Turtle Demon" Li Xuan had originally been a direct disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, uninterested in martial arts and devoted to pursuing the Dao.
He practiced the supreme Daoist art "Mysterious Warrior Stabilization." Although it was an internal art, it focused more on conserving vitality and prolonging life, with insufficient killing power.
Few people in the Jianghu practiced it.
Li Xuan was the last of the Eight Demons.
Seeing that the first seven demons all harbored a propensity for savage bloodlust and frequently went berserk, Xu Qingwei had deliberately searched the