What If I Can't Die?
Chapter 97 - 97 A Dream Of the Golden Millet

97 A Dream Of the Golden Millet

“What’s the difference?”

Song Shi did not know much about the cultivation method of demons. Hei Duzi was not strong enough and did not come into contact with them.

“According to the cultivator’s description, the meat of demon beasts that cultivate their spirit is even more delicious than those who are just beasts. Those that walk the path of beasts have to be properly processed before they can be eaten. Otherwise, they will be poisonous to human cultivators.”

Huang Heyu looked at Song Shi playfully. “Are you interested in eating us?”

“That’s a very realistic description.”

Song Shi could not help but laugh. He said regretfully, “However, I’m not qualified to eat Demon beasts yet. I’ve only eaten some Vicious beasts’ meat.”

“As expected, you humans love to eat.”

When Huang Heyu saw Song Shi licking his lips, she knew that deep down, he definitely wanted to have a taste.

“It’s the same for you demons. After all, obtaining food is an instinct of life.”

Song Shi had nothing to be embarrassed about, “Why don’t you give me a more orthodox difference?”

“Young Master should have come from a good background. Why haven’t you heard of any?”

Huang Heyu was surprised.

“Wait, let me read.”

Song Shi thought of the cultivation foundation encyclopedia that Liu Ruxue had given him. He only looked at what he could come into contact with and did not have the time to look at the rest.

Opening the catalog, his gaze fell on the section on demons and he found the corresponding page.

Demons were not human. They were classified into form and spirit.

Form demons cultivated their forms. According to their race, they were divided into demonic beasts, demonic birds, demonic insects and so on. They were often simply termed as demonic beasts. There were too many impurities in their flesh and blood that if they ate raw food, it would be poisonous. They had to refine their flesh, blood, baleful aura and murderous thoughts before they could eat it. Otherwise, it would damage their cultivation level.

Spirit demons cultivated their spirits. They were also divided into spirit beasts, spirit birds, spirit insects, and so on by their race. They ate raw food and were not poisonous. Their flesh and blood could be used as medicine.

Demon cores were top-notch ingredients for refining medicine, and demon cores in cultivation were even more of a top-notch ingredient.

The method to differentiate them was that Spirit Demon cultivators transform into a demon spirit. Otherwise, they would be a demon beast.

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Huang Heyu and Old Demon Yang were also reading this introduction. They were rather speechless on how they should be prepared in order to be eaten.

“No matter what you humans record, do you have to specify the edibleness?”

Huang Heyu was a little curious.

“I don’t know about that. In any case, my ancient book always records that down.”

Song Shi looked at the back. They were all introductions of various common demonic beasts. There was no specific mention of the difference between the demonic spirit path and the demonic beast path.

He retracted his gaze, “Is the Demon Spirit Path better than the Demon Beast Path?”

“There’s no such thing as strictly good or bad. Spirit Dao cultivation is fast and you can have higher Comprehension. You can even learn the spells and divine powers of humans and integrate into human society to absorb cultivation experience. However, it’s easier to be coveted by humans and demons alike.”

Huang Heyu explained what she knew. “The beast path naturally means abandoning Comprehension and wisdom and continuing to cultivate using the primitive way. However, the speed is slow. In fact, you can treat demon spirits as becoming humans while being on the beast path will mean that one will remain a beast.”

“Therefore, as a demon spirit, you have to treat yourself as a human and constantly interact with humans to learn from them.”

Song Shi was enlightened.

“That’s right. In the mountains, you don’t know what people are, therefore by merely thinking of them as food. You would have no idea of the joys of life.”

Huang Heyu sighed and looked at Song Shi with her beautiful eyes, “Young Master you have just allowed me to experience the joy of being a human. What you said just now was something I rarely hear from others. Every day, the strong prey on the weak. How can there be the peace and harmony within the human civilization, let alone people who have the time to talk about the principles of life?”

Song Shi glanced sideways. This was a vixen, a siren who only pursued to achieve.

Right, there was also a Ram.

He coughed, “Since Young Madam has gotten what she wants, shouldn’t you let me go?”

“You’re not even afraid of death. Why are you against staying another night?”

Huang Heyu rolled her eyes at Song Shi, “I want you to try my cooking.”

“I’m afraid you are going to sleep with me.”

Song Shi could not help but look at Huang Heyu’s exaggerated figure.

This woman’s style was completely different from Liu Ruxue’s. One was as cold as a snow lotus, while the other was as gentle as a ripe peach.

Huang Heyu walked closer to Song Shi and blew out a fragrant wind. She wriggled his body and said in a charming voice, “Young Master, are you so afraid that I’ll eat you?”

Song Shi realized that he was suddenly limp and his blood was boiling hot. He forced himself to say, “I’m afraid I can’t help it.”

“Hehe, Young Master is indeed straightforward. He looks so cute.”

Huang Heyu pursed her lips and smiled. Her body trembled and waves of passion surged. She suddenly pointed at Song Shi’s glabella, and the latter’s body stiffened.

“What are you going to do?”

Song Shi frowned. What was the meaning behind this vixen’s actions?

“Young Master has taught me a lot of his principles. How can I not repay him?”

Huang Heyu’s expression was ambiguous, “Young Master, don’t be afraid. I won’t kill you. In fact, it will even benefit you.”

“No, I’m not interested in you.”

Song Shi did not like being passive in bed, especially with a demoness.

“Really?”

Huang Heyu smiled playfully and walked over to hug Song Shi. Three lumps of softness attacked him. Then, Song Shi seemed to have entered a dream and felt like he was in a daze.

In his dream, he was born in Silkworm Village. His father was a local silkworm farmer and had a rich family background. He had read books on sage and morality since he was young and was determined to take the Imperial Examination to obtain a scholarly title.

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Time passed quickly. Under the guidance of a private school teacher and his own hard work, Song Shi was knowledgeable and talented.

“That’s not right. I don’t like to study. I haven’t even finished reading the book on the basics of cultivation. Let alone the Book of Sage and Morality, when have I studied so seriously?”

Song Shi sensed that something was wrong in his dream. He could clearly tell that it was a fake dream.

However, he could not escape from this dream, just like how he usually could not wake up from his dreams.

Moreover, whenever he had such thoughts, he would suddenly be locked in a daze and be pulled back by the dream.

In the end, he could only accept his fate and start living life as a normal human every day. However, he still felt like there was a script that had planned his life out which was waiting for him to experience it.

He successfully became an Elementary Scholar and went to the prefecture to take the Imperial examination. On the way, he stayed in the mountains for a night. When lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, he got up out of fear and started memorizing the Book of Sage and Morality. For some reason, after memorizing the scripts for a while, the sky calmed down.

Perhaps the heavens had given him good luck. He was nominated for the Imperial Examination and married a beautiful woman when he returned home.

And this wife was Huang Heyu, which rendered him speechless.

Suddenly, a rooster crow resounded through the world.

Song Shi, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly woke up from his sweet dream.

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He subconsciously clutched his chest and looked at the bed curtains. It was already dawn outside, but he was a little confused.

“Could this be some of the experiences of the young master of the Huang family? She actually let me experience his life. If not for the sound of the rooster crowing, I probably wouldn’t have woken up… A dream, what a good method!”

Song Shi was speechless. He felt that Huang Heyu’s methods were very similar to Old Man Nightmare’s.

However, the former had its benefits, while the latter was for the purpose of killing.

“It’s over. I’m a man, but I was actually slept by her!”

When he thought of what had happened in the dream, his expression became gloomy.

Why couldn’t he have just woken up and made out with her?

“No wait, why do I feel that my Profound Qi has not been consumed at all?”

Then, he was shocked to discover that he had not suffered any losses. Instead, his cultivation level had actually broken through and reached the tenth level of Qi Refinement!

Furthermore, he had not just entered the tenth level. He had directly reached the peak of the tenth level!

“I’ve improved by two levels just by sleeping?”

Song Shi was a little surprised by Huang Heyu’s methods. This was the first time he had improved his cultivation with a method that was not courting death or cultivation. Moreover he had improved so much while in a dream.

“Beauty Huang is a good person!”

He praised from the bottom of his heart. He happily put on his clothes and walked out, preparing to continue discussing life with Huang Heyu.

However when he pushed open the door and walked out, it was extremely foggy outside and new graves came into his view one after another. Where did the servants and exquisitely decorated manors go?

His hair stood on end. He turned around and saw a folded manor under the tombstones. The surname on the paper manor was Huang.

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