ter of a herbalist.>Ginger Changshan was overjoyed, but they couldn't get married right away because his son disapproved.I've never heard of a case where a father's marriage requires his son's consent...When Fang Hulei threw the person in his hands into the open space, the terrifying story turned to the next chapter.

"Are you all here" Swallow asked Liang Jiu.

This pitiful disciple of Qingyun Pavilion repeatedly recalled before saying, "Some bodies are truly unrecognizable. Those that can be identified are all here."

He dared not make a single mistake, nor utter half a word wrongly.

"Oh, poor thing." Swallow touched his face: "You don't have to be so nervous, sister won't hurt you."

"I'm not tight, nervous."

Liang Jiu's trembling voice clearly lacked persuasiveness, but Yan Zi did not press him further.

She simply turned to face the devil incarnate: "What are you all doing just standing there You can't even take care of your own problems, and you expect me to feed you"

>

Zheng Fei wasn't angered by this hostile attitude.

He just chuckled politely and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Shou also followed suit and said, "Thank you!"

Zheng Fei rose from a squatting position, standing up like a mountain of flesh.

He strode forward, big steps to the clearing. He reached into his waist band and pulled out a square bronze cauldron!

With the popularity of the Mo Men Storage Box, the storage belt is now a relatively old object, rarely used and very few exist.

But compared to this storage belt, the aura of this large tripod is even more ancient.

It was taken from a storage belt, yet it seemed to have been unearthed from some pitch-black warehouse, covered in dust and the weight of untold stories that had gone unheard.

It makes people instinctively want to sneeze.

As the cauldron fell, it struck the earth with a heavy thud. The mountains' response was a long, drawn-out groan.

This is the translated text. Note that I removed the extra closing

tag since it wasn't needed. Let me know if you have other content you'd like translated!

It was over a zhang high, and its length and width were about a zhang each. It had four legs, two ears, and a square, dignified and symmetrical form.

The inscription on the ding is in a form of ancient writing very similar to Daoist script. Although it doesn't directly convey its meaning, it's not difficult to recognize. The language is obscure and seems to be an ancient prayer. (This "Yangwen" refers to the raised characters on the ding, not the script used in Yanggu.)

Zheng Fei remained silent, merely picking up a corpse from the ground with his hand and throwing it into the cauldron.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The cauldron was not fathomless, but when a decidedly non-thin adult was thrown into it, there wasn't even a sound.

But suddenly, blood-red flames erupted from the position beneath the tripod!

The cultivators from the Feng and Chi clans, gathered together, suddenly felt their fear soar to its peak.

These few people... are they actually going to cook humans for food!

"Let's go head-to-head with them!"

The shout was cut short as the man-demon, a butcher of flesh, grabbed the victim by the neck and tossed him into the cauldron.

The whole process was incredibly natural.

“He who resists, dies first.” he said coldly.

The swallow stretched out its hands and made a downward pressing motion.

Her hands were not ferocious and bloody, but rather beautiful, long and slender, fair and rosy.

"Didn't I say at the beginning that I needed your help with something"

She faced the cultivators from the Feng and Chi lineages present. Without a mask to display her facial expressions, she conveyed her indifference through her body language, her voice, and her bearing.

“Let me tell you now, what this is all about. Do you know You Qingyun Pavilion have a treasure, a very big treasure!”

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

She turned back and touched Liang Jiu's face: "Of course, I didn't mean my little Jiu."

Liang Jiu looked like a clay sculpture, motionless and silent.

He had always believed that he was no worse than Chi Yue and far stronger than Feng Ming. It was only because he did not belong to the Feng and Chi lineages that he received no support from the sect and couldn't get the best resources. With no hope of becoming Sect Master in his lifetime, the best future he could look forward to was a position as an outer-sect guardian.

He was unwilling to accept it, he refused to be defeated, and was furious at this unfair world. He had been harboring resentment for a long time. That's why when Feng Yue was begging him pitifully, he deliberately questioned Feng Ming.

If Feng Yue finds out that people with the surnames Feng and Chi are going to have misfortune, then let his son Feng Ming be involved as well. If they can escape, let Feng Ming share in their survival too. He wants to make Feng Ming, a person born with such good fortune, feel and experience what "fairness" truly is!

But seeing these demons boiling people with his own eyes, he didn't know if he would dare to speak up again if given another chance!

Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!

At least right now, he didn't want to stand behind this demon woman.

The swallow looked around for a while, then withdrew its gaze somewhat boredly.

Apparently, no one in the audience felt like paying attention to her teasing.

She then continued, "What I want is the... blood of balance from within your bodies!"

"You don't need to know what it is. Just know that it's a means left behind by a force from ancient times. It's been the thing that has kept the two veins of your clan in relative balance for all these years past. It controls your future, and in a way, shapes your destiny."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

“Within your bodies, it is so commonplace! But for them!” Swallow pointed at Zheng Fei and Li Shou: “It will play a crucial role.”

"It's a shame that this method has been lost. Only your Qingyun Pavilion possesses the Blood of Equilibrium."

>

The swallow spoke with regret: "Therefore, we had to come, and we had to hurt you. Though I am very reluctant, letting my little Nine be sad!"

Although she only just met Liang Jiu today, it seems like she has already invested a deep affection, her emotions are very sincere.

Ginger, who was hiding nearby, was secretly startled.

He had speculated earlier that the reason Qingyunting and Chi both veins could maintain a relatively balanced state was always lacking sufficient clues.

Based on what this demoness is saying, it seems that a certain secret art from the Yun Ding Xian Palace era was left behind. This secret art allows the cultivators of the Feng and Chi lineages to maintain a balance within their blood flow. To some extent, this ensures they possess a certain level of strength while simultaneously imposing limitations to ensure this balance persists.

Jiang Wang wasn't sure what effect this "balancing blood" would have on Zheng Fei and Li Shou. But judging by the literal meaning...

Li Shou's self-harm to injure his enemies, and Zheng Fei's ability that harms him back to the attacker, once combined through this so-called "balance blood" ... wouldn't that be invincible

>

If anyone becomes your opponent, if you wound them, you will die. If they wound themselves, you will also die.

Besides running into a face-to-face meeting, what other choice is there

Jiang Wang couldn't think of any way to solve the problem at all!

“But you see, I only need two drops.” The swallow continued, her voice taking on a childish lilt of excitement. “So maybe not too many of you will have to die.”

“This tripod is very useful. We paid a great deal to get it. It can help us achieve our goal.”

“I don't know either, how many people it takes to cook out two drops of the blood of balance. They might need to cook ten people, or they might only cook two.”

“We are reasonable, aren't we We start by cooking the corpses, don't we Once the corpses are cooked, the balance of blood is achieved, and there's no need to cook the living! Wouldn't that be a win-win situation”

But if anyone tries to run, they'll cause us trouble. Then, I'm sorry, it's time for them to die!

>

“Right! We’re reasonable people!” Li Shou agreed.

"But then again," Yanzi spread her hands helplessly, "if the bodies aren't enough after they're cooked, we'll just have to add more people in gradually. You all understand, right At that point, it'll just be a matter of bad luck for whoever gets chosen. What do you say"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

In the silent and lifeless pool of the two surnames' cultivators, even Feng Ming, who was immobile, had closed his mouth.

No one wants to be the first to die, everyone hopes they can be the last one alive.

Several pairs of fists clenched and unclenched, but in the end they were relaxed.

It's no use, resistance is futile.

From the beginning to now, the demons have repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.

Thus, no one resisted.

"Silence implies consent."

>

Swallow clapped her hands: "Continue!"

>

Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text! rooms in this inn identical The materials, arrangement, and even the direction they face of the tables, chairs, beds, and everything else is the same. His room was indistinguishable from the one befo...