You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 937 Demon Transformation?

Upon hearing that each person only had ten grains of rice, the refugees began to become anxious, and complaints arose everywhere.

Sun Ming'en didn't pay any attention and waited quietly.

Sure enough, after a burst of noise, the refugees quieted down a bit. Something was better than nothing, and the wonderfully alluring aroma was unlike any rice fragrance they had ever smelled before; it didn't seem fake.

The process proceeded in an orderly manner. The person who brought the porridge was surprised to find that although there was little rice, the broth was unusually thick, and a sweet aroma filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Before long, everyone had received a bowl of rice. After dealing with the troublemakers who had been causing trouble in the ranks, the situation was peaceful again.

Sun Ming'en brought over a bowl. He could clearly see that Changqing was not in good condition. However, this bowl was full of rice, about half full, which was really thoughtful.

Watching the caravan members lean against the wheels, savoring their rice porridge, Changqing jumped off the carriage and, like Sun Ming'en, leaned against the wheels, gazing at the distant firelight.

Seeing that Changqing didn't seem to care about the dirt on the ground, Sun Ming'en was somewhat surprised, just like him: "Brother Ji is quite different from the immortals I imagined." Sun Ming'en joked.

Even immortals started as mortals. In their youth, they weren't so particular about appearances; not every immortal is so fond of putting on airs.

“Perhaps only you think so, brother. Every time I see immortals flying across the sky, they are so dashing!” Sun Ming’en denied.

“Brother Sun, you are mistaken. I have met an extraordinary person, someone we all look up to. He loves to dress up as an old beggar and beg for food in the world. He is incredibly slovenly.”

These words piqued Sun Ming'en's curiosity, and he kept asking about the immortal's life. Chang Qing patiently explained, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

Soon, wisps of white steam rose from the bodies of countless refugees, as if they had just come out of a pot. The steam quickly merged into one, and those who had drunk the porridge clearly felt their hunger greatly relieved. A warm current flowed from their abdomens to their limbs and bones, changing their listless appearance and instantly giving them inexhaustible strength. Only then did they realize that it was truly a blessing from a divine master.

Many people drank more carefully, unwilling to waste even a drop.

Beside him, Sun Ming'en also emitted a thick mist from the top of his head, his body drenched in sweat. Chang Qing teased, "It seems Brother Sun's health is a bit weak!"

Sun Ming'en did not refute: "When I was young, my family was poor and I depended on my grandfather for survival. Naturally, my health was not good. When I grew up, I wanted to learn martial arts, but I found that I had congenital defects and my physique was not good enough, so I had to give up."

Changqing was not surprised; he had already noticed a lot from the details.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the temple a hundred meters away, as if someone had just woken up: "Simei!"

On the straw mat, the boy suddenly sat up, looked around, and saw nothing but a black stone; there was no sign of his sister. His face immediately paled, and he staggered back a few steps before plopping down on the mat. In disbelief, he grabbed his hair and pressed his head down, crying out, "No, no, no, my sister is alright, she's definitely alright!!"

Then, her eyes turned bloodshot as she raised her head, thinking of the young man in black, and a surge of hatred welled up inside her: "It was him, he took my sister away, she must be in his hands!!"

A shadow fell over the boy's eyes, as if he were caught up in some kind of obsession, his eyes darting around in search of the strange man.

Even the aroma of the surrounding porridge did not sway the boy in the slightest. He suddenly stood up and looked towards the caravan in the distance. There, a familiar face appeared, but looking back, there was no trace of his sister. At this moment, the gloom in the boy's eyes completely overwhelmed his hope. His mind was enveloped by a black mist, and his aura changed drastically. He shot out like an arrow.

He didn't even notice that the black stone he had just sat on behind him was making a cracking sound as it crumbled.

Changqing, who was resting with his eyes closed, felt his blood energy almost depleted and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He thought that if Li Yuesu were to launch a sneak attack now, he would be completely powerless to fight back. However... that little girl must want to see what he was up to, which is why she didn't keep showing herself.

The next instant, a swift black shadow slammed into his chest. Changqing felt a rush of breathlessness, his vision blurred, and he exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Changqing immediately felt two feet pressing on his stomach. It was very light, but the force was heavy. Like thick ink that could not be dissolved, it came like a tide, a gale blew against his face, cold and piercing, and carried a violent aura, distorting the surrounding space.

Has Li Yuesu improved her skills again? But why is her aura so strange? It's like... a demon?! Changqing thought to himself, "This is bad. We arrived at this moment when we were weak. Could it be that she's going to break through the seal before everyone else?"

The next instant, a cold, piercing boy's voice rang out: "Where did you take my sister? Tell me!"

A look of astonishment flashed across Changqing's face. The voice sounded very familiar, but how could that seemingly frail boy have become a demon in less than an hour?

The huge commotion caused by the boy's charge nearly overturned the carriage. The martial arts practitioners who were refining the soup nearby were suddenly awakened and rushed over. All they could see was a black, humanoid figure tightly gripping Changqing's collar.

Changqing, who was being grabbed by the collar, not only found it funny,

This 'demon' who had schemed against two million people was now being bullied by a real demon. If word got out, he'd be a laughingstock. He waved his hand, signaling the surrounding martial artists to stop, and with a smile, felt the weight of the opponent's hand. He was astonished; he felt like he could barely breathe!

Seeing Changqing looking at him with a smile, the young man was instantly enraged, increasing the force in his hand as if he wanted to lift Changqing up: "If you don't talk, you die!!"

"If I die, you'll never find your sister again!" Despite the extremely urgent situation, Changqing retorted to the bloodshot-eyed boy.

Clearly, as soon as he finished speaking, the force that had been pulling his collar lessened considerably, and the demonic energy around him also thinned out significantly in an instant.

Within the black mist, it was indeed the young man. However, at this moment, veins bulged from his neck upwards, and his sallow face revealed a ferocious expression, which was reflected in his blood-red eyes.

"I'm asking you one last time, where is my sister?!" His voice was noticeably louder, yet filled with suppressed emotion, as if the boy was trying to calm the beast within him.

Changqing was not afraid at all. He still leaned against the carriage wheel and looked at the boy. The dense demonic energy just now could not be condensed overnight. It was even somewhat similar to the atmosphere when his Dao Seed was condensed.

He didn't understand the cultivation of demonic seeds, and always felt that it was similar to evil cultivation. But the boy had a strong demonic aura but no spiritual root, so how could a demonic seed take root? Strange!

Changqing's expression gradually turned serious, and he felt extremely angry and resentful. This kid really didn't know what was good for him. He had exhausted all his energy to save his sister, and it would take him at least two months to recover. Yet this little rascal showed no mercy and started bullying the 'old, weak, sick, and disabled'.

Should we teach this kid a lesson? Otherwise, if we let the demonic seed grow unchecked, it might cause a lot of trouble. Besides, he's also become very curious about this strange demonic seed and wants to find out more about it.