Ancient Painting

"It seems that leech therapy doesn't involve the leeches being sucked into the body, right?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't manage to save the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Pill, but he did manage to find a gourd filled with water.

This gourd is neither particularly useful nor entirely useless, yet it seems somewhat magical.

He had barely touched the gourd when the painting demon was sucked into Wei Shao'er's body in a flash.

This made Zhang Xuezhou glance at Chunyu Tiying and Zheng Wukong.

"The problem is it's not a leech," Chunyu Tiying complained. "What else were you hiding there? How did such a flat-bodied creature come out like this!"

"This seems to be some kind of ancient painting that has become a demon," Zheng Wukong guessed. "This is even rarer than the ginseng doll!"

"It's true that it's rarer, but I'd rather have a ginseng doll!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed at Wei Shao'er, then confirmed Zheng Wukong's deduction, and asked everyone what to do next.

Whether it's a medical practitioner or a practitioner of the Suspended Healing Sect, once they've received money, they have to do the job. Zhang Xuezhou also used Wei Shao'er's matter to enter the secret cultivation area, which can be considered as receiving a benefit.

Each of the three individuals must contribute their time and effort to ensure Wei Shao'er's survival.

The leech therapy used to treat the demon seemed to have encountered some problems, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't care less. Looking at Wei Shao'er, who was holding her belly, he felt that the childbirth stage described in the textbook was just around the corner.

"There seems to be something wrong with her stomach. I'll try to induce labor first to see if that can calm the symptoms down," Chunyu Tiying said.

"Prepare the knife... the knife, where is Yi Shuo?"

Zheng Wukong stroked his beard as he explained what he was going to do. He touched his beard a couple of times, and only when he realized no one was handing him a knife did he think about his students.

"Yi Shuo was a step behind me, but she should be fine," Zhang Xuezhou said. "You have hands and feet, and you can move now, so can't you hold the knife yourself?"

"I'm just going through the motions of the ceremony, and also taking the opportunity to broaden the students' horizons!"

Zheng Wukong muttered something to himself, then opened his treasure pouch and took out an extremely sharp short knife.

The short knife was held between his fingers. When Zheng Wukong opened his mouth and spat it out, a burst of flame shot out and coated the blade, turning the sharp part of the short knife slightly red.

His skill looks impressive, but its actual purpose is simply to sterilize and disinfect to prevent infection.

Zheng Wukong twirled the short knife between his fingers, and only when he reached for his waist did he remember that he had already given away the gourd.

This prompted him to quickly wave, then pull the gourd from Zhang Xuezhou's waist and pour water to rinse it.

As the short sword cooled rapidly, Zheng Wukong had already lifted Wei Shao'er's skirt with the sword in hand.

A swollen abdomen and red skin immediately came into view.

There was indeed nothing to see under the skirt at that moment, and even though Zhang Xuezhou was ignorant, he only felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

The collar, soaked with blood and excrement, was ripped off. Zheng Wukong, his eyes gleaming, brandished his short sword.

"The child's body is upside down, and you can already see his hands," Zheng Wukong said.

"That's not a child's hand," Chunyu Tiying glanced at it briefly before quickly looking away, saying, "Her body is too heavy due to male yang excess; her body has changed!"

"Change... I've treated her like a child's hand," Zheng Wukong said sullenly. "If she doesn't want to be a man, we'll have to help her then."

"Let's see if we can expel this malevolent energy," Chunyu Tiying said. "Once it's expelled, your body will return to normal!"

"I've never heard of anyone who has been infected with Demon Power being able to expel it through childbirth," Zheng Wukong said.

"She can't, but the one who got sucked in might!"

Chunyu Tiying beckoned to Zheng Wukong, which made Zheng Wukong immediately lean in and press his head against Wei Shao'er's belly.

"Hey, you monster, I'm going to take you in today!"

Inside the belly, the demon's voice was majestic and awe-inspiring, like a righteous guardian slaying demons and monsters.

This made Zheng Wukong marvel, feeling that this kind of demonic creature was too peculiar, as it could actually burrow into the abdomen to slay Demon Power.

"Hey, I don't believe I can't beat you!"

"Hey, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Hey, you there, please help me!"

Zheng Wukong listened for several seconds, then gradually began to sense that something was wrong.

"That little demon seems to be dying; it's calling for help," Zheng Wukong said, waving to Zhang Xuezhou.

"Let me hear it!"

Zhang Xuezhou also joined in.

"Help! This thing has the soul of the Ancestral Dragon! It's trying to melt me! Quickly, bring me that scroll! I need to return to the painting!" the painting demon cried out from inside Wei Shao'er's stomach. "I know its true nature! Get me out of here quickly, and I'll tell you how to deal with it!"

"Come on, not a single word you say is true," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"Guaranteed authentic... Ah, help... Jinxia, Nezha, help me, I'll never leave the Eastern Heavenly Gate again!"

The demon in the painting cried out, then burst into tears and repented.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that this guy must have sensed a great risk, but it wasn't to the point where he would die immediately.

There was no particular benefit in leaving the painting demon inside Wei Shao'er's belly, so he had no choice but to quickly leave the room.

"Yishuo, your teacher wants you to get a knife!"

On his way home, Zhang Xuezhou saw Yi Shuo, still shaken, and Wudang Shengmu standing about a hundred meters away, quietly watching the Zheng family's house.

He called out, which brought Yi Shuo back to her senses. After wiping the snow off her face to clear her mind, Yi Shuo went into the side room.

"This little girl must have seen me throw you into the yard and then guessed my identity, which is why she was so startled!"

The voice of the Holy Mother of Wudang reached Zhang Xuezhou's ears from afar, which made him quite curious about what was so special about her identity.

However, Zhang Xuezhou had no time to pay attention to the explanation of the Holy Mother of Wudang. He ran back to his study to get the scroll of Sage Kong, and after running back and forth, he returned to Wei Shao'er's delivery room.

As soon as the scroll of Sage Kong was unfurled, the demon in the painting, like a weary bird returning to its nest, surged out in a golden wave of blood.

"Hey, this Daoist priest is going home. Goodbye!"

When it possessed the painting of Sage Kong, it didn't forget to reply with a smug remark.

But the demon's smug expression didn't last two seconds before the scroll painting spontaneously combusted without fire.

Before the demon possessing the cloth painting could even twist its body and solidify into the shape of the Taiyi Immortal, it hurriedly fell off the cloth painting.

"You wicked devil! Not only did you steal my treasure, you also set my painting on fire!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised the magic gourd and poured water directly into it. Before he could extinguish the flames, the scroll had already burned a large hole, burning away most of the image of Sage Kong that he had previously depicted.

This made Zhang Xuezhou's heart skip a beat, as he felt that the advantages he had gained were being gradually lost.

"I didn't know her Essence Blood was this strong. It's a hundred times more powerful than the dragon blood in your cousin's body," the painting demon complained. "Without the physical body of a Great Sage of the Demon Race, anyone who withstands this kind of extremely yang Essence Blood would be burned to ashes!"

"Come on, didn't you see Wei Shao'er was burned dry!"

"She has a female yin constitution and is pregnant, so she's been using yin substances to counteract this extreme yang energy. Ah... it's so hot!"

The painting demon unfurled its body, shimmering with golden waves of blood, and spat out a small mouthful of golden substance, instantly igniting a raging inferno.

"You must suppress it, otherwise it might control this woman's body and transform into a dragon to escape before it dies," the painting demon cried out.

What is meant by "transforming into a dragon and escaping"?

"It's about transforming a person into a dragon, then destroying everything in sight before exploding, leaving their Essence Blood on the ground as they flee to find the demonic body of the Yinglong!"

"Wasn't that dragon dead?"

"It still has remains, which might mean its Essence Blood is still active. Besides, how would I know what kind of Essence Blood you used, or what's going on with this Essence Blood? This is definitely not normal dragon blood!"

The painting demon screamed repeatedly and kept spitting out golden substances.

When it lunged at the painting of Sage Kong again, the painting burned just as before, with large swaths of flame sweeping down and burning the place where it had been to ashes.

At the same time, a voice finally came from the ancient painting.