I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

Chapter 619: Chapter 617: Am I the Demon Envoy Myself?

“The skinny junior cultivator who just went past doesn’t seem to be appearing near the cave abode for the first time,”

Lu Xuan glanced at the gray-white pupil emerging from his palm and frowned slightly.

It had been about ten days since he had encountered Chen Mingcheng and his group. During this period, he had continuously kept the Void Nightmare Eye outside the cave abode, intermittently sharing its vision to monitor the surroundings.

The short cultivator who had just passed by was, in his recollection, not making his first appearance outside the cave; he always passed by a few miles away from the cave abode.

“An abnormality portends the presence of a demon.”

“Could this be someone scoping out the place?”

“It’s just he ran into some tough grass. He would never have imagined that a Spirit Plant Master would possess an Extreme Grade Reconnaissance Treasure Item like the Void Nightmare Eye,”

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Lu Xuan’s mouth as he thought to himself.

“He is trying to spy on me, not realizing that I can see every single move he makes, crystal clear.”

…

As night fell, a shadow slowly emerged from within the darkness, staring intently at the cave abode ahead.

“A Spirit Plant Master occupying such a large cave abode must have a very substantial wealth,”

Peng Qi thought to himself.

Upon hearing about the havoc the Demon Envoy and evil cultivators caused in Thunder Fire Asterism Cave, he was initially panicked, but after not encountering them for a long time and with his extensive experience in robbery, his mind quickly turned active.

His rental period in the Thunderfire Star Cave was about to end, and he decided to commit a big heist before leaving, robbing a cultivator’s cave abode, then disguise it as the scene of a Demon Envoy’s chaos before leaving without a trace.

As for the occasional patrolling Sky Star Cave Cultivators, they weren’t a big problem for him. After all, the Thunderfire Star Cave was vast, with countless thunder and lightning rampaging through, making it impossible for patrols to cover every area. They could only make a show of it.

So after learning the patrolling cultivators’ patterns, he set his sights on Lu Xuan’s cave abode.

For this, he had deliberately inquired and found out that Lu Xuan was just a Foundation Establishment Late-term Spirit Plant Master with a large number of spirit plants in the cave and not skilled in combat. He had little contact with the outside world, and even if he died, it would probably take some time before anyone noticed.

Peng Qi himself possessed an exceptionally powerful stealth Cultivation Technique, and with a fourth-grade charm capable of easily breaking through formations of fourth grade and below, he could silently enter the cave, kill and rob, and then flee thousands of miles away.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but lick his lips, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Immediately after, he came to the edge of the cave abode without a sound and took out a charm with mysterious patterns from his storage bag.

“It’s a shame I have to use this precious charm.”

A hint of regret flashed through his mind as the charm in his hand emitted a faint spiritual light.

The formation before him subtly changed, and he let the charm guide him into the formation.

As soon as he entered the formation, it was not as smooth as he had imagined. A buzzing sound came to his ears.

Dozens of golden strange worms rushed towards him at high speed. Each had sharp, blade-like horns on their heads and bodies that seemed to be cast from pure gold.

“What kind of formation is this? The charm didn’t have much effect.”

He sensed something was off, but before he could think further, numerous strange worms attacked him from all directions.

The bodies of the strange worms were incredibly hard, and even a Four-level Magical Tool could only leave shallow marks.

Peng Qi used up nearly half of his spiritual energy before he managed to deal with the golden strange worms with great difficulty.

Just as his mind relaxed slightly, the spiritual energy inside the formation changed and several tall and fierce-looking tree entities emerged from the ground. They swung their tendril-like dark green branches with a scent of soil, lashing fiercely at him.

Then, one after another, phantoms of Five Elements Spirit Beasts appeared, charging at him in succession.

“This is a Fifth-Grade Formation Method!”

Feeling that his remaining spiritual energy was nearly depleted, Peng Qi finally realized the terror of the formation he was facing.

“Fellow Daoist, I have mistakenly entered the formation. Please be magnanimous and spare me,” he pleaded.

He plunked down on his knees with a thud.

While pleading for mercy to a potential “Cultivator” behind the formation, he slowly backed away, planning to seize an opportunity to flee.

In the rustling noise, a bizarre figure appeared in the distance of the formation.

Peng Qi was initially relieved, but upon seeing the figure clearly, a chill ran through his heart.

The figure was actually that of a Grass Puppet with a creepy appearance.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Its limbs were long and thin, and its huge head, wrapped in grey grass with an abnormally large tumor on top, combined with the four strange vines entwined around its grey body, and arrows of various sizes protruding from each vine, made the Grass Puppet resemble a hedgehog.

“How may I address you, fellow Daoist?”

Peng Qi hunched over, wearing a servile smile on his face while several charms quietly slipped out from his sleeve.

The Grass Puppet gave no response, only staring at the “Cultivator” with its hollow eye sockets.

Suddenly, a vine on its arm stretched out fiercely, its numerous arrows pointing at Peng Qi.

The arrows, charged with spiritual power like shooting stars, instantly rushed towards Peng Qi’s face.

He wanted to dodge, but the arrows were too fast, and his spiritual power had already been depleted in the previous clash with the Five Elements Spirit Beast.

In an instant, his body was pierced by numerous arrows, becoming like a sieve.

A green light flashed out of his head, speeding away from the Illusion and Disappearance Five Elements Array like lightning.

Having barely made it ten feet beyond the array, the green light involuntarily returned the way it had come, entering a weird lantern made of white bone for a handle and human skin for a cover.

The last image that appeared in Peng Qi’s consciousness was that of a handsome young man slowly emerging from the formation and gently picking up the lantern.

Before he could even beg for mercy, he was engulfed by the endless Resentful Spirits inside the lantern, instantly losing his self-awareness.

“A mere junior cultivator dares to covet my Cave Abode, how laughable,” said Lu Xuan with a rising smirk at the corner of his mouth.

A Loose “Cultivator” at the peak of Foundation Establishment was no match for his direct intervention. With just the Illusion and Disappearance Five Elements Array and the Grass Puppet, which controlled four Arrow Vines, he had easily slain him.

“Well done.”

Lu Xuan sent a thought of praise to the Grass Puppet.

“Defend the Spirit Field!”

Upon hearing the command, the Grass Puppet, clutching its four thick and fierce Arrow Vines, casually returned to the middle of the Spirit Field.

Lu Xuan approached the intruding “Cultivator’s” corpse, first collecting the “Cultivator’s” storage bag, then expertly disassembled the body piece by piece.

The Essence Blood, muscles, bones, and the soul from before were all meticulously separated, a one-stop processing.

“Foundation Establishment Perfect cultivator’s corpse, the weird spiritual plants in the Spirit Field are in for a treat,” Lu Xuan mused unintentionally as he dissected the body.

After finishing everything, looking at the remains of flesh and bloodstains on the ground, he suddenly found the scene all too familiar.

“What was it that Thunder Fellow Daoist said last time?”

“That Demon Envoy who invaded a “Cultivator’s” Cave Abode was extremely ruthless, the fate of the “Cultivator’s” soul unknown, leaving behind only some flesh and blood.”

“How strikingly similar…”

“Could the Demon Envoy actually be myself?”

A ludicrous thought flashed through Lu Xuan’s mind.