It's All Over

"Wonderful! Wonderful! I haven't felt such beauty in a long time!"

The demon suddenly plunged into the urn containing the blood of the Rong Tianding, like a high diver.

"This blood seems to contain the Essence Blood of that simple-minded Yinglong. Using this Essence Blood to paint my body has made me much stronger and more comfortable than when I was wearing that withered specimen!"

The painting demon cried out, its body sometimes large and sometimes small, constantly swimming in the blood in the large urn, and the lines outlining its body gradually began to show a pale gold color.

This caused his entire body to shimmer with a faint light.

"The beauty of that moment almost made me contemplate becoming a saint. If I hadn't died so young in my previous life, this would have been a very meaningful thing for me!"

The painting demon muttered to itself, moving in and out of the large urn. It then opened its mouth and sucked at Rong Tianding's body, causing countless lines of blood to overflow from Rong Tianding's body and continuously repair the painted lines on his body.

"It's just that this Essence Blood is plentiful but of poor quality, but who cares? If they really poured dragon blood all over my head, I might get engulfed in flames—it wouldn't be worth it!"

The power of the painting demon's spell to drain blood wasn't strong; at least Zhang Xuezhou felt he had the ability to interrupt it.

However, the way the painting demon absorbed the Essence Blood seemed extremely ingenious, and the method was remarkably subtle.

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou saw a drop of dark red blood seeping from Rong Tianding's body, Hua Yao spat and immediately cut off the extraction of Essence Blood.

"Cousin, I'm so hungry!"

From the initial excitement and bleeding to the hunger in his stomach, it was simply because Rong Tianding's Essence Blood had completed their transformation.

He shook his head, feeling an increased sense of hunger.

This feeling of hunger brought Rong Tianding back to his senses.

He looked at the needle marks on his body and at the blood that had almost stopped flowing, and knew very well that he had survived this brush with death.

Once he loses his usefulness, he won't be targeted by the Immortal Court, nor will he have the ability to cause trouble.

Having practiced the Corpse-Clad Method of the Daoist Mu, and then being drawn into the Corpse-Free Daoist Technique Method in Chang'an City, Rong Tianding felt as if he had completed a cycle of life. He then burned himself, swallowed the Essence Blood of the Ancestral Dragon, and then removed this Essence Blood.

He had a vague idea in his mind, but he also felt an unbearable hunger in his stomach.

"Now that you have the blood of the Gluttonous Demon in your body, you will feel hungry all the time and will never be full," the Painting Demon said. "You need to control your appetite!"

"Jinxia Yuanjun didn't mention this either?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"He's not very good at it; he learns half and forgets the rest. I want to punch him when I see him!"

The demon was making a racket, but when the voice of the Golden Cloud Goddess rang out from outside the door, he quickly shut up and started crawling around inside the large urn on his own.

"It's over, it's all over!"

After observing all parts of the formation outside Taiyi Palace, Jinxia Yuanjun had Nezha carry her back in a hurry. There she found her master, the Painter Demon, already swimming in the large urn containing the Essence Blood of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Master!"

Jinxia Yuanjun cried out in pain.

After the First Emperor's body aged and decayed, Curse. Only the Emperor Qin retained his Essence Blood. After the Emperor Qin mysteriously disappeared, the First Emperor's Essence Blood became difficult to find amidst the chaos of war, until some news came from the Great Han Dynasty palace.

Jinxia Yuanjun didn't want to know where this Essence Blood Essence Blood came from, but she knew how it was lost.

He tried every possible way to give Nezha an extra layer of insurance, but not only was his own senior brother unreliable, but even his dead master came out to cause trouble, actually smearing the Essence Blood of the Ancestral Dragon on the painted demon's body.

Upon seeing the dried-up golden threads on the painting demon's body, Jinxia Yuanjun knew very well that things were beyond repair.

The painting demon couldn't be bled, and Jinxia Yuanjun couldn't melt away the painting demon that held her master's soul.

Looking at her legs, which had been broken off by Nezha, Jinxia Yuanjun felt extremely frustrated.

"What's wrong, Second Disciple?" the Painting Demon asked happily.

"I'm so glad you're alright!" Jinxia Yuanjun said dejectedly. "I'm so happy to see you here!"

"You little devil, don't push your luck! If you keep acting like this, I'll burn you to death!"

The painting demon still maintained a certain air of superiority when facing Jinxia Yuanjun and Zhang Xuezhou, but when Nezha's hand reached into the large urn, he immediately wilted like an eggplant, letting Nezha play with him.

"You can't do this! Even if I'm not the only remaining remains and flesh of your master, I'm still at least somewhat related to him and have inherited some memories. Let me go! Help!"

It wasn't until Nezha squeezed it so much that the painting demon couldn't take it anymore that it finally cried out for help.

"Hey, senior brother, please let him go! He's just a painting!"

In the end, it was Jinxia Yuanjun who forcibly suppressed her frustration.

He removed the soul-fixing spell from Rong Tianding and eliminated the traps before persuading Nezha.

"The moment I see this thing daring to cause trouble while bearing Master's appearance, I want to burn it to the ground!" Nezha said in an unfriendly tone. "I get annoyed just looking at this thing all day!"

"I can't control my appearance. You've chosen to paint me like this, what can I do? Go ahead and don't look at me for a day!"

The demonic painting cried out, clearly denying that it had been using the likeness of the other party's master to haunt the area.

But he was genuinely afraid of Nezha.

Jinxia Yuanjun is honest, but Nezha is a demon born from a strange stone who was reincarnated as a human. He has very little sense of good or evil, and if the other party wanted to burn him to death, he really could do such a thing.

"You're always mimicking Master's speech, it's so annoying!"

After being pleaded for by Jinxia Yuanjun, Nezha reluctantly tossed the painting demon aside and threw the little demon away.

"He went back to the painting, now it's peaceful!"

As if knowing where the painting demon would land, Nezha clapped his hands, indicating that there was one less noisy fellow beside him.

"Senior brother, be gentle! I'm afraid you'll smash it to death!"

Jinxia Yuanjun braced herself on the ground with both hands, then skillfully stitched up her thigh. Only after finding a frame similar to an exoskeleton to support her body was she able to stand up with difficulty.

"His painting of a demon doesn't resemble you at all!"

Nezha replied dejectedly, then pointed at Zhang Xuezhou.

"It was he who suggested I send you out of the Bagua Bewitching Array when he was under its influence," Nezha explained after complaining. "This isn't my fault!"

"Knew!"

Jinxia Yuanjun nodded.

Zhang Xuezhou is very reliable when it comes to asking for help; the only unreliable one is Nezha.

Nezha possesses superhuman strength, which makes him act differently from ordinary people.

Jinxia Yuanjun thought that Zhang Xuezhou must have thought that Nezha would carry him or hold him when he asked Nezha to help him out of the formation, but Nezha thought that such a thing could be done casually.

Although he was Nezha's junior brother, it made little difference that he fell into Nezha's hands; he wouldn't be treated with any leniency.

"Thank you very much, Eastern cultivator," Jinxia Yuanjun forced a smile and said, "If it weren't for your help, I don't know how chaotic this place would be!"

"But I don't know anything. I just woke up," Zhang Xuezhou replied dejectedly.

"Being affected by the formation is like this; the fact that you can still help even when you're confused is already an extraordinary feat!"

Jinxia Yuanjun sensed something was amiss, but he didn't delve into it, since everyone behaves differently when misled.

Moreover, Nezha acted as a witness when he filed the complaint, so the matter has already been settled.

Taiyi Palace is in a terrible state. The nine giant spirit jades are severely damaged and need to be rested. The formation is no longer usable. The ancestral dragon Essence Blood extracted from Rong Tianding has also been stolen and eaten by the painting demon. The Life Creation Pill is lost forever. The Technique Method in Nezha's body has fallen through. But even so, he still wants to reward Yao Yuanguang, who did this job, with a longevity golden pill.

Jinxia Yuanjun felt extremely unlucky, and for a moment she even considered asking someone to read her fortune.