Chapter Eighty-two Red Rice

  "Alright," Luo Yu waved her hand, "let's not mention such distant matters. Anyway, now we're mutually dependent on each other for survival. I'll do my best to provide you with spiritual stones for cultivation. You must work harder, otherwise, I'll strangle you to death before I die of old age."

  Yao Hua Enen responded to the sound, and Luo Yu also stopped intimidating it. "What cultivation level do you need to reach to condense the Yao Dan? How long does it take? Can the Yao Dan upgrade space by several levels?"

  Several questions were thrown out in a row, but they made the demon flower a bit dazed. It thought for a while before transmitting: "According to your human classification, after giving birth to the demon dan, I should be a 7th-level demon plant, equivalent to the golden dan period of humans. The demon dan can raise your space to the yuan ying period... If you give me 10 pieces of spiritual stone every day, now that I can move around and capture demon beasts on my own, and practice the inherited dharma method, I estimate it will take about 800-900 years for the demon dan to grow."

  "My lifespan in the Golden Elixir stage is only 500 years, isn't it?! Luo Yu closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, calming down after a while."

  "I give you 20 pieces of spiritual stone every day. How long do you think it will take to advance to the 4th stage, and how long will it take for the demon pill to grow?"

  "I think... it'll take about 100 years for the 4th stage, and 600 years to produce a demon pill. Because I'm just putting my spiritual energy into the flower pouch, I still need to cultivate to fully absorb it, so the time won't be reduced by half."

  Luoyu nodded secretly, which was in line with the natural law. However, this glutton was too difficult to raise. Killing it would be unbearable for Luoyu, after all, its potential was still great, and it might be the last red one in this world.

  At Hong Jinjie's speed, Jindan was originally unable to wait for the demon dan, so the five-element treasure before the elixir must be thought of in another way...

  "Master, give me a name." A timid child's voice echoed in Luoyu's mind.

  "Really?" Luo Yu looked down at the demon flower wrapped around her thigh, "Isn't it called Hong?"

  "Red, it's just my ethnicity, often mistaken for a surname. I want a name, but my mother didn't have time to give me one before she passed away. So I...I..."

  Luoyu rarely saw him like a child, and he smiled: "Good, let me think... Red, red rice, yeah, this name is great!" Luoyu was excited by himself, Hongmi was good, beautiful and delicious, nutritious too!

  "It's okay, I guess." The demon flower was unhappy but didn't dare to provoke Luo Yu again. So the demon flower Red Rice was freshly baked and later when it roamed the spiritual realm, it often regretted this small-minded name, regretting that it hadn't been brave enough to make Luo Yu change it to a more powerful and majestic one, which would have brought shame to its ancient ancestors.

  At this time, Luo Yu couldn't have imagined that the red rice he received today would bring such a great crisis to his opponent in the spiritual realm tomorrow, and the cultivators of the spiritual realm would change color with envy.

  First, she had lost nearly half of her blood, and then she had to fight wits with the demon flower. Luoyu was a bit overwhelmed. She pulled off the demon flower and threw it out of the protective cover: "Hongmi, I want to take a nap, you guard me outside. If any demons come, just eat them; if someone cultivates passing by, don't bother unless they're causing trouble... I warn you, without my instructions, do not eat people at will!"

  "Hmm hmm hmm!" Hongmei was very dissatisfied, but had to stand guard outside. After waiting for a while without receiving any new orders, it seemed that the fat woman had fallen asleep.

  It rooted its roots deep into the ground, took a strong suction, and finally replenished its water content. The petals and leaves regained their moisture and luster, the petals unfolded, and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

  Night fell, and Luo Yu had not yet woken up. However, eight monks, six men and two women, arrived at his side and started to build a fire to cook dinner.

  The demon flower had shrunk to the size of an ordinary wildflower on the ground, completely unremarkable. At this moment, it was hesitating whether to wake up Luo Yu, because the visitor's campsite was only a dozen meters away from the hidden protection law array, and they might trigger the law array with just a slight movement.

  "Damn it, within a radius of 10 miles, not even a second-grade demon beast, and no spiritual medicine that's over a hundred years old... what a waste of time..." A male cultivator cursed.

  "There's a 500-year-old one right in front of you, but you're blind and can't see it. Unfortunately, the fat woman won't let me eat people, or else these eight people could have been digested for several days. Hmm, should I wake her up?" Hong Mi shook the flower petals.

  Luoyu woke up in Hongmi's resentment, to be exact, was awakened by the loud voice of a male cultivator.

  She secretly instructed Hongmi to stay in place and not move, listened for a while with her ear sideways, then put away the spell array and walked out.

  Not long after entering the secret realm, Luo Yu changed out of his Tian Xuan Sect outer disciple uniform, put on a mask, bound his chest and disguised himself as a sturdy male cultivator.

  The mask is a friendly aid from Chu Yang, lest she be killed by Huang Laoxie the moment she shows her face, for this fellow never has a good word in his mouth.

  Hongmi is an ancient demonic plant, ordinary concealment can't deceive it, whether the mask is worn or not has no effect on it. Of course, it's also because the level of the mask is not enough.

  Luoyu's movement had already alerted the other party, who placed their hands on their storage bags, ready to draw out their weapons at any moment.

  Looking at the eight male and female cultivators opposite him, Luo Yu raised his coarse voice line, chuckled twice, clasped his fists and said: "This younger brother was sleeping on the side, heard the sound and woke up, didn't expect to see fellow senior brothers and sisters, nice to meet you!"

  What appeared was a male cultivator of the 11th layer of Qi Refining, and he was alone. The eight cultivators had already relaxed their vigilance, and the hands that were placed on the storage bags did not withdraw.

  There was only a sliver of moon in the sky, but the monks' night vision was excellent, and they also had their divine consciousness to assist them, so everyone could see each other clearly.

  The leading long-faced man smiled and nodded, but his tone was not very good: "It seems that fellow Taoist has arrived early. So, can you tell me which spiritual herbs you have collected here? Maybe we can exchange them."

  Luo Yu scratched his head, imitating Sun Dabao, and said in a rough tone: "I didn't pick any spiritual grass at all. As soon as I came here, I met a long-toothed boar and fought with it, but we were evenly matched, so the long-toothed boar ran away, and I was tired too, so I lay down and took a nap." After finishing speaking, he also chuckled foolishly twice.

  The slender female cultivator in yellow robes looked down on the sturdy male cultivator, and shouted: "What's the point of saying so much nonsense? Hurry up and hand over your storage bag, let me check it before I can believe you."

  The pattern of green mountains and white clouds, hum, Yunlan Sect's. Luo Yu's gaze shifted, her eyes shining brightly as she stared at the yellow-robed female cultivator: "Sister is from Yunlan Sect? I've always admired your esteemed sect, and Sister is so beautiful. If you have any orders, I will naturally obey. However, after handing over my storage bag, may I follow by Sister's side?"