Chapter 909: Invincible, Black Egg and Rakshasa! (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The Rakshasa King was not a doctor, but when he was studying in the Sikong Manor in his early years, he had learned a little in various fields. Therefore, he had come into contact with many herbs. Although he had long forgotten most of what his teacher had taught him, his basic acuity was still there. This bottle of pills was not the ones he had eaten in the past.

The Rakshasa King's expression instantly turned cold. He looked at Master Sang who was groveling in front of him and emitted a powerful pressure.

Master Sang felt a pain in his back and his knees went limp. He could not help but kneel down. He understood that the Ancestor had recognized the difference in the pill. However, he did not panic. He cupped his hands and explained, Ancestor, this is a new injury medicine developed by the apothecary in the manor. Not only can it quickly treat your internal injuries, but it can also nourish your lungs, remove dampness, and relieve pain. You've cultivated in the blood pool for many years. Although your martial arts skills are high, there are still some side effects.

This was the truth. The dark and damp environment all year round had indeed left some illness on the Rakshasa King. However, this illness was nothing to martial artists. The Rakshasa King had never taken it to heart.

However, Master Sang took it to heart. It was for no other reason than that he wanted to pull the ancestor back to his side through his filial piety and filial piety.

The Rakshasa King was born suspicious. No matter how sincere Master Sang was, he still threw a pill at him and asked him to test the medicine himself. Master Sang shook his head and sighed. He picked up the pills on the ground and ate them.

The Rakshasa King waited for half an hour. After confirming that Master Sang was not poisoned, he poured an injury medicine and took it.

The Longevity Technique was a cultivation technique that countered the Blood Demon Technique. Fortunately, he had broken through to the Rakshasa King.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago after being severely injured by Sikong

The Rakshasa King circulated his energy for a while. Although he had not completely recovered, his condition was much better than yesterday.

Master Sang, who was guarding the Rakshasa King at the side, was secretly surprised. When he rushed to the vicinity of the forbidden ground last night and saw that the Rakshasa King was so injured, he thought that he would definitely die. Unexpectedly, he had already recovered more than half in just one night.

Although the medicine he offered to the Rakshasa King was good, it was not enough to have such miraculous effects. It seemed that the legend of the Rakshasa King having an immortal body might not be just a legend.

When Little Rakshasa had never seen the beautiful scenery outside, he could stay in the blood pool. But now, it is different. He jumped around the room a few times and wanted to run out, but the Rakshasa King refused to let him out of his sight. Finally, Little Rakshasa could not sit still anymore. He grabbed the Rakshasa King's sleeve and dragged him out.

When Master Sang saw this, he hurriedly echoed, Ancestor, the weather is good today. Why don't you come out and take a walk?

It was unknown if it was because he was moved by Master Sang's words or because he was moved by Little Rakshasa's stubbornness, but in short, the Rakshasa King stood up and left the room with Little Rakshasa.

However, it would be too naive to think that Little Rakshasa was only satisfied with walking around the manor.

Little Rakshasa tugged at the Rakshasa King's sleeve and dragged him out of the manor with great effort!

Does Little Master want to go out? Master Sang rolled his eyes and thought about the outcome of the battle after being bumped by the experts of the Sikong Family. He concluded that the Sikong Family could not defeat the ancestor and could do whatever they wanted in the Nether Capital!

Master Sang obediently prepared a carriage and invited Little Rakshasa and the Rakshasa King up.

Little Rakshasa happily jumped into the carriage. Seeing that the Rakshasa King did not come up, he went down and pulled him up.

Master Sang rode his horse along.

This ancestor was a top expert of the Nether Capital, so he naturally did not need any more guards to serve him. They traveled simply and quickly entered the most prosperous territory of the Nether Capital.

Little Rakshasa lifted the curtain and leaned against the window, looking at the prosperity of the Nether Capital. Suddenly, he saw something and cried out.

Stop the carriage, Master Sang said.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

Little Rakshasa flashed out and came to a hawker selling candied hawthorn. It jumped up and plucked three sticks of candied hawthorn! At this moment, the vendor was busy doing business and did not notice that a little thing had plucked his candied hawthorn. Here, take it. There are a total of four sticks.

The little black eggs took their candied hawthorns. Xiaobao had two sticks, and Er'bao and Er'bao each had one.

Thank you, little brother, Er'bao said sweetly.

Aiya, how obedient. The vendor was amused.

Huh? When Little Rakshasa, who was about to get into the carriage, heard a familiar voice, he stopped in his tracks and leaned back to look at the little black eggs..