Chapter 403: He is not dead, so angry

Seeing the dark mass of figures behind him, Bull Demon King felt a chill in his heart. He was truly speechless. He clearly hadn't done anything, merely randomly kicked down a newly constructed palace, burying an upper realm being within. It wasn't like he'd committed some heaven-defying act, so why was he being chased like this? The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, wishing he could kick that palace again to vent his anger.

Because the people chasing him weren't that strong, and he was thick-skinned, he was temporarily safe. Of course, that was assuming the upper realm beings hadn't taken action yet. If those upper realm beings disregarded their status and directly attacked him, he might have been captured long ago and served up for dinner.

“I wonder how that old Daoist priest is doing? He's so old, just a pile of old bones. A little bit of tossing around, and he'll definitely be out of strength. Maybe he's already been caught.”

“Alas, old Daoist priest, rest in peace. When your death anniversary comes next year, I, Old Bull, will definitely visit your grave, and secretly eat your offerings. We were the best of friends, so you probably wouldn't mind…”

Bull Demon King muttered to himself as he fled.

It seemed that the Heavenly Pacifying Daoist was more or less doomed, making Bull Demon King's face particularly grave, his heart full of sorrow.

Just as he was reminiscing about the Heavenly Pacifying Daoist, he suddenly heard an exasperated voice beside him. This voice was very familiar, exactly like that of an old friend.

“Dead bull, this Daoist is about to be killed by you!!!”

“Impossible, does that old Daoist priest hold so much weight in Old Bull's heart? I only mentioned him a few times, and I'm already hallucinating!”

Bull Demon King shook his head, muttering to himself with a somber expression.

“Hallucination, your grandpa! You caused the trouble, but this Daoist has to take the blame for you. You die for this Daoist!”

Behind Bull Demon King, a figure appeared, tattered and torn. His once fine Daoist robe was full of holes, the horsetail whisk in his hand had become a charred mess from the battle, and his face was a tragic sight, smeared with blood. The hair on his head had even turned into an afro. If one couldn't sense the life force within him, they might have thought he was a vengeful ghost, come to claim Bull Demon King's life.

Bull Demon King naturally sensed the danger approaching. His body almost instinctively dodged, narrowly avoiding the attack. Then, he turned his head, staring with his enormous bull eyes at the disheveled Heavenly Pacifying Daoist. For a moment, he couldn't help but burst out laughing:

“Haha, old Daoist priest, you're not dead! Old Bull is so happy!!!”

“Thanks to you, this Daoist almost died!”

Heavenly Pacifying Daoist looked at Bull Demon King, his tone icy.

Bull Demon King felt he shouldn't bear the blame:

“Old Daoist priest, you can't say that. Even if Old Bull hadn't kicked that palace, those upper realm beings would have obviously discovered us. We only had one path to take at the time, which was to escape immediately. Old Bull's actions were to stop the enemy for us. So, not only should you not blame Old Bull, but you should also thank Old Bull!”

“You stop, and let this Daoist thank you properly!”

Heavenly Pacifying Daoist didn't listen to Bull Demon King's sophistry at all. If it weren't for this dead bull, seeing that West Liang had been occupied by those upper realm beings, thinking that Xu Kai Pin must have suffered the same fate as Xu Yang, being poisoned by the upper realm beings, he became enraged and kicked down the palace that they had just built. Kicking it down would have been fine, but this guy patted his butt and ran away, leaving him alone to deal with the angry and murderous enemies. Fortunately, he had cultivated some kind of secret technique that allowed him to transfer fatal injuries through a substitute, otherwise he would have died there.

“Old Daoist priest, you stop first, then Old Bull will stop.”

Bull Demon King's main tactic was to be shameless, never taking responsibility, and he even had to shift the blame, saying:

“Moreover, now that we're talking about it, Old Bull clearly reminded you at the time. It was you who was spacing out, which led to that situation.”

Bull Demon King was telling the truth. No matter how much of a pit he was, he could never really sell out his teammates. Before he kicked down the palace, he even blinked at the Heavenly Pacifying Daoist many times, hinting at what he was about to do. At the time, he thought the other party definitely understood, but he was casting pearls before swine.

“The way you were blinking, anyone who didn't know better would have thought a small fly had flown into your eye!”

Heavenly Pacifying Daoist didn't even want to retort. This dead bull was blinking at him like crazy, with such a high frequency that it looked like a nervous twitch. Who would have thought that this was a prelude to him causing trouble.

“Forget about all that nonsense, old Daoist priest, do you have any healing treasures? Give them to Old Bull to use, and Old Bull will definitely repay you in the future!”

Bull Demon King was covered in scars, with almost no undamaged spots. Some places even had flesh shaved off, revealing the white bones beneath, and blood was flowing. It looked very frightening. Only because he was a demon and his true form was a thick-skinned demon bull could he persevere until now. If it were an ordinary person, they might have been captured long ago.

“You're asking this Daoist? This Daoist wants to ask you if you have any!”

Heavenly Pacifying Daoist didn't waste words and directly opened his Daoist robe, revealing a bowl-sized hole in his chest. The edges of the hole were still oozing black blood, indicating a deep wound. One could even see the intestines inside his belly. This was a blow from that upper realm being in extreme anger. If he hadn't had a life-saving method, this blow would have taken his life. Even so, his survival had exhausted all the precious resources he had painstakingly collected over the years, making him feel extremely stifled.

“Your injuries look more serious than Old Bull's. In that case, take this!”

Bull Demon King fumbled around his body, and after searching for a long time, he pulled out a strange herb and casually tossed it to Heavenly Pacifying Daoist.

Heavenly Pacifying Daoist reached out and steadily caught the herb in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he saw that this herb was extraordinary, actually a genuine sacred medicine. He was first stunned, and then he burst into a tirade at Bull Demon King:

“You dead bull, you have your own healing treasure, yet you still want to ask this Daoist for one. Are you out of your mind?”

Bull Demon King acted very calmly: “Old Bull would feel heartache using his own.”

“???”

These words almost made Heavenly Pacifying Daoist vomit blood on the spot.

So, using this Daoist's treasure wouldn't cause heartache?

If his injuries weren't really serious and he hadn't exhausted all his resources, he would have wanted to smash this herb on the dead bull's head!

——Too infuriating, it's making my heart ache!!!