"Seen him," Cui Mao said with a playful tone, "It's been over a decade. That night, you ferried me, and we traveled so far!"
Over a decade? Ferried at night?
There was only one time!
Mo Qi instantly remembered!
It was that person in black robes!
Long time no see, he didn't know if he should be excited or grateful!
Clearly, neither applied!
He instantly understood the other party's intention.
It was to reclaim the magical artifact.
Mo Qi cherished treasures like his life, but if he had to choose between life and treasure, he would still choose to preserve his life.
However, the Earth Arrow and Heavenly Bow had already merged with him, and it was difficult to take them out now.
When in an enemy engagement state and connected to his mind, the Earth Arrow could briefly leave his body, but it would automatically return to him in the end.
If he tried to forcibly extract them, it was likely impossible.
"I remember," Mo Qi forced a smile, "You're here to pay the ferry fee, right?"
Cui Mao stood with his hands behind his back, smiling, saying nothing.
"Alas, I haven't been a ferryman for many years. Forget it, forget the ferry fee. Consider it a good deed on my part, a free ride. I often do good deeds," Mo Qi said somewhat awkwardly.
As you speak, the other person looks at you with an all-knowing gaze, which is the most awkward situation.
Cui Mao looked at him intently, "To tell you the truth, I want the Heavenly Bow and Earth Arrow on you. These two items, used separately, are not particularly astonishing. They are probably inferior to my Eastern Emperor Bell. However, when combined, their power is truly amazing, truly captivating."
As he spoke, Cui Mao's eyes turned red with a touch of fanaticism.
"I wish I could give them to you," Mo Qi tried his best to appear sincere, "but the Heavenly Bow and Earth Arrow have already merged with me, fused into my very bones. Setting aside whether I would die if I took them out, I can't even take them out in the first place. Oh, first of all, I can't even find them. I'm not lying to you, I've really looked. I only discover them when they want to find me, and it's only divine power. Their physical forms have already melted."
Cui Mao felt he was lying, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened!
A chilling killing intent gradually permeated the air.
Mo Qi was terrified and on the verge of tears, saying, "I'm not lying to you. You can use your divine abilities to check."
Cui Mao indeed opened his Heavenly Eye and meticulously searched Mo Qi from head to toe, but found nothing.
Cui Mao was somewhat dejected, but in a flash, a ferocious smile reappeared on his face, "But it doesn't matter, I have a backup plan. In your situation, I think I can try to refine you directly, to forge you into a peerless magical artifact."
This was too insane, Mo Qi's scalp tingled upon hearing it!
"This is not easy to refine. I am an artifact refiner, and I can tell you responsibly that this is truly difficult to refine. Theoretically, it's not feasible," Mo Qi said with a hint of tears in his voice.
He tried to struggle, but the net tightened, filling him with even more despair.
Shui Han, Shi Siyao, Xin'er, why are you so slow? Why haven't you caught up yet?
Cui Mao looked at him with disdain, "Everything is achievable through human effort. If we don't try, we'll never know if we can succeed. Only by bravely trying can we have a chance of success."
Damn it, if you want to try, why don't you try it on yourself?
"How about this, I still have more powerful magical artifacts in my storage bag. Take them all, take them all. Don't try anymore, okay? And there are also many spirit stones in there, you can take them all," Mo Qi pleaded almost desperately.
Cui Mao's eyes lit up, "You've reminded me. But at this point, what right do you have to negotiate? You are in my hands, and everything on your person belongs to me."
With his words, Cui Mao grabbed Mo Qi by the neck with one hand, rendering him immobile.
Cui Mao then used his other hand to unfasten all of Mo Qi's storage bags and put them away without even looking at them.
Mo Qi struggled a couple of times, like a snake whose vital point had been grasped, unable to break free.
In Mo Qi's terror, Cui Mao threw him into an artifact refining furnace, pasted it with talismans, and paid no heed to his struggles or cries.
The lid of the artifact refining furnace bobbed and fell, but could not be dislodged.
Mo Qi knew he couldn't escape, so he began to curse profusely, "You old undead, you old lunatic, may you die a terrible death. Unless you don't let me out, once I get out, I will tear you to shreds."
Cui Mao chuckled, "Just vent your anger. You won't be able to get out anyway. Once I turn you into a magical artifact, you'll be quiet."
With his words, Cui Mao successively placed some medicinal herbs and spirit stones into the artifact refining furnace, lit the fire, and began the refining process.
Mo Qi glanced at the medicinal herbs he threw in. They were indeed herbs for extracting spiritual energy and condensing form, as well as some fusion agents.
Mo Qi gobbled down all the medicinal herbs, attempting to use the furnace fire to refine the strip-like spiritual energy within his body.
Aside from the medicinal herbs, Mo Qi's greatest concern was the furnace fire.
To successfully refine the artifact, Cui Mao would definitely use special flames. Be it heavenly fire, sacred fire, or even primordial fire, these were not something he could withstand.
However, Cui Mao initially didn't take Mo Qi too seriously, only using spiritual fire for refining, believing it to be sufficient.
Yet, as time went by, he discovered that the spiritual fire could not inflict any effective damage on Mo Qi.
Mo Qi feigned death inside, which Cui Mao saw through clearly.
He was surprised and pondered the reason, finally concluding that the heat was insufficient. He continued to urge his fire spirit power to refine the artifact.
Time passed unknowingly for three days. He found that Mo Qi remained intact, with no trace of being refined.
Helplessly, he took out the Sacred Fire Mirror.
This item was powerful, but irreversible; once used, it was gone.
Therefore, he had been reluctant to use it before. Now, he felt he had no choice.
Now that he was committed, he felt miserable.
Perhaps the artifact he refined would not be as precious as the Sacred Fire Mirror in his hand.
Using this item might not be worth the effort, but he felt he had no way back.
He had made a bold claim and a firm decision, and had even been scolded by the other party. If he gave up halfway, his pride would be at stake.
Secondly, he was so powerful, and he wanted to see if he could truly reach the heavens. He had been arrogant with him, and he wanted to see how long he could remain arrogant.
He felt that if he didn't refine the other party into a piece of iron, he would go mad.
So, he activated the Sacred Fire Mirror and continued refining.
Mo Qi inside the furnace also sensed Cui Mao's persistence. He stopped feigning death and resumed his curses, his voice unusually loud, amplified by spiritual power, as if he wanted the whole world to hear.
At this moment, Shi Siyao, Shui Han, and Xin'er, who had been searching for Mo Qi outside, heard his voice and were overjoyed.
For three days, they had thought Mo Qi was probably dead and had almost given up. At this moment, Mo Qi's voice reached them, making them realize that Mo Qi was not dead.
They continued to search, following the sound. Strangely, the voice seemed to be right beside them, yet they could not see Mo Qi's figure.
Shi Siyao said thoughtfully, "There must be some formation here. Does anyone among you understand formations?"
Xin'er and Shui Han both shook their heads!
Shi Siyao sighed, a hint of determination in her eyes, "How about we just attack the air randomly? We're bound to find their location."
Xin'er shook her head, "That's not advisable. It might accidentally injure Mo Qi."
Shui Han also shook his head, "Indeed, it's not advisable."
Shi Siyao said somewhat anxiously, "We can't just stand by and watch him die without doing anything, can we?"
At this moment, Cui Mao in the stone house was also extremely anxious. The sacred fire had been burning for a while, but Mo Qi was still cursing incessantly inside, in excellent spirits, showing no signs of being injured.
The Demon King had followed Shi Siyao and the others, sometimes even deliberately appearing before them to be noticed. However, these people had completely lost interest in her and ignored her.
The Demon King found it boring and leisurely returned to Spirit Realm Mountain, where there were many demons who would be very interested in her.
As expected, upon entering Spirit Realm Mountain, she was spotted by a demon.
The demon attempted to absorb her soul but ended up being absorbed by her instead.
Using the same method, she consecutively absorbed the vital blood and souls of several people.
In the process, her body gradually manifested.
Only a foot remained unmanifested.
The Demon King let out a series of spine-chilling laughter that echoed through the mountains.
She continued to search for prey, trying to manifest her entire body.
However, the demons of Spirit Realm Mountain also communicated. Among them, a rumor quickly spread: a demon had arrived in Spirit Realm Mountain, luring them to absorb souls, and then she would counter-absorb them.
It seemed her specialty was counter-absorption!
Therefore, as long as they ignored her, they would be fine.
At this time, the Demon King had undergone a transformation compared to when she first appeared. Thus, people did not realize that this person who specialized in counter-kills was the same Demon King from before.
Unexpectedly, once this news spread, the Demon King could no longer hunt.
But the Demon King was furious and killed everywhere!
Although she could not absorb vital blood and soul power through counter-killing, she could kill people!
Wherever she went, there were no remains!
She killed several demons in a row!
However, after she finished killing, she regretfully discovered that her form had reverted to just two eyeballs.
The Demon King was so angry she wanted to spit blood!
But she dared not continue to vent her anger.
She feared that if she continued to vent, she might even lose her remaining two eyeballs!
"Come out, all of you! Otherwise, I will destroy this entire mountain, and then where will you hide?" The Demon King floated in mid-air, her eyes darting around.
A soul-captivating power emanated from them.
From all directions, various demonic creatures began to drift out. Some were a mass of black mist, some were a ball of flesh with two hands, some were a foot covered in a clump of hair, some were a human face shrouded in mist, and so on, in all sorts of forms.
These demonic creatures trembled, their mouths shut tight in fear.
"Alas, there's no need to be afraid," the Demon King sighed, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You've seen it yourselves, once I attack and kill you, my body will disappear. So, I won't attack you."