Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1483 - 928: Let Him Recuperate Properly

The forest teems with spirits, particularly those easily managed with minimal cultivation.

These spirits possess meager cultivation bases and limited aptitudes, their bloodlines a mixed bag, a stark contrast to the formidable Great Demons dwelling in the mountains' depths.

They inhabit areas near rural villages, sustaining themselves on the ambient mundane smoke, far from being detached and pure beings.

Such low-tier spirits are typically ignored by cultivators; employing talisman paper and spiritual power to subdue them would be an inefficient use of resources.

Consequently, within the Demon Clan's world, life is a struggle for survival, yet these minor spirits manage to exist contentedly and freely.

They pose no threat to humans, thus not being classified as malevolent demons.

In the countryside, they might even discreetly assist villagers with agricultural tasks or help locate lost possessions.

Gradually, they accumulate a small amount of belief power, leading quite cheerful lives.

Fortunately for these small demons, they are not subjected to persecution by righteous cultivators.

However, fate turns unkind today as they encounter Mohe Shu Ci, an individual who slaughters demons without mercy.

Shu Ci acts on impulse, disregarding the spirits' convenience and summoning them forcefully in the dead of night.

At this precise moment, Shu Ci's demonic power is suppressed; her realm has not yet been fully restored, and her aura is not exceptionally potent.

From the perspective of these minor spirits, she appears as an ordinary, low-ranking fox spirit.

Having been summoned by the Ancient Array, they had anticipated the arrival of a significant entity.

Upon witnessing Shu Ci's ostentatious and unconventional appearance, the little spirits reacted with sneers and visible disdain.

It wasn't that Shu Ci's seven-tailed form lacked attractiveness, nor did she appear aged; her countenance was mature and captivating, exuding an irresistible charm.

For demons cultivating in the Mortal World, their pursuit is clear insight and the path to immortality.

Even after transforming, they do not intentionally adopt seductive or alluring personas, instead emulating a pure and aloof Demon Immortal demeanor.

Observing this particular fox demon, it was evident her transformation was hasty, as initial transformations often mirror youthful appearances.

Such a visage typically appeals to wealthy, aged patrons.

Yet, for these mountain spirits and demons, who originated from the mundane world, they held a strong aversion to this mature fox spirit, favored as she was by unorthodox and lecherous elders.

Nevertheless, within the Demon Clan's hierarchy, established rules dictate that any individual capable of summoning lower-level demons temporarily assumes the role of their master, to whom they owe allegiance and assistance.

A young cat spirit stepped forward, her youthful, attractive face still adorned with two nascent, transforming cat whiskers.

"Lady Mountain Spirit, summoning us at this late hour, what matter troubles you?"

This collective of mountain spirits habitually addressed any summoner as 'Lord' or 'Lady Mountain Spirit'.

Despite their low cultivation realms and limited capacity for direct aid, their existence in the mortal world granted them a unique advantage: an extensive network for information gathering.

They possessed unparalleled access to local knowledge and were adept at collecting mundane gossip and rumors.

To put it favorably, they were well-informed about the goings-on in the mortal realm; to describe it critically, they were long-eared gossips, masters of every conceivable mortal rumor.

Shu Ci found the expressions of these little spirits deeply irritating but was powerless to change the situation.

For countless millennia, she had rarely manifested her seven-tailed form, feeling that this particular appearance lacked sufficient intimidating presence, thereby undermining her prestige as Mohe.

Furthermore, this form proved exceptionally cumbersome, completely lacking the grace and ease of her six-tailed state.

The pronounced bigness of her chest was particularly troublesome, causing them to sway with her movements and jolt when she ran, placing considerable strain on her shoulders.

She found it difficult to see her toes when she looked down, leading to an uncertain gait and an overall feeling of increased weight.

Indicating Baili An behind her, she inquired, "Do you know of a cool, shaded place where I can recover, shielded from the sun, a location suitable for rest and healing?"

The minor spirits, upon noticing the youth lying at Shu Ci's feet, were instantly captivated.

"My heavens, how can such a divine young man exist in this remote place?"

These devoted cultivators of lesser spirits held a particular fondness for this type of refined, youthful nobleman.

Amidst their astonishment, as they observed his bloodied, scarred body and weak, gasping breaths, it became profoundly clear that he had endured extreme torture and brutal treatment.

They felt a pang of deep sorrow, surmising that perhaps this licentious fox had targeted the young man for his looks, intending to forcefully subjugate and drain him.

His resistance to the very end had left him in such a pitiable condition.

The young cat spirit, least able to bear the sight of this precious young man's suffering, gently posed the question, "What is the connection between this young man and Lady Mountain Spirit, and what caused his severe injuries?"

Shu Ci responded with blunt honesty: "He is my sustenance. My original intention was to prepare him for consumption tonight, but he claimed his injuries were too severe, leaving him in poor condition.

Fearing he would be inadequate, I must wait until he has properly recovered."

The spirits remained speechless: "..."