Facing the sword light aiming towards his rear, Demon Monarch Anzhi suddenly released a weird laugh. He loosened his tail and flung Song Shuhang down from high in the sky.

　　No one knew the thoughts of demon cultivators… The original intention of Song Shuhang when releasing this sword was to force Demon Monarch to throw him off so that he could escape.

　　But, he never thought that before the sword had reached, Demon Monarch Anzhi had already taken the initiative to fling him away…

　　Perhaps for Demon Monarch, since Song Shuhang wasn’t Su Clan’s Sixteen, he was of no value? Or maybe he had other intentions?

　　No one would know of his thoughts

　　Shortly after, Demon Monarch Anzhi clasped his hands together and small black swords that filled the skies travelled back and forth, forming a surging sword ball in front of him that directly collided with the sword talisman’s attack.

　　“Bang!”

　　The black-colored ball struck together with the splendorous sword light, causing the true qi in both to explode and transform into tangible shock waves while surging towards all directions.

　　Song Shuhang who was currently falling from the sky was affected by the aftermath and his speed rapidly increased as he shot towards the ground, as if an arrow was attached on him.

　　In this moment, Rocket Song Shuhang only had one thought: Please don’t let me ram into something hard!

　　“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

　　In the skies, after the shockwaves died out, Demon Monarch Anzhi stood in the air as before, with a ray of black-colored layer of light beneath his feet supporting his figure.

　　He wasn’t injured in the slightest and the demeanor of an expert had undoubtedly been displayed by him at this moment!

　　“Woof woof!” Just then, the pekingese released two barks before four flame wheel-like entities suddenly appeared on the soles of its feet.

　　With the assistance of those flame wheels, the monster pekingese’s speed instantly increased by more than one level. It opened its mouth towards Demon Monarch Anzhi, like a hungry dog pouncing on its food.

　　‘F*ck, why is this dog chasing me so relentlessly?’ Demon Monarch’s act as a expert demeanor didn’t even last for two seconds before falling apart.

　　He hurriedly withdrew the small black swords that filled the skies before transforming into smoke and rapidly moving about in midair, cutting a sorry figure while trying to escape from that huge monster pekingese.

　　❄️❄️❄️

　　“Boom!”

　　Song Shuhang finally fell on the ground. Luckily, he didn’t run into any rocks. Even so, he still felt as if his internal organs had broken into pieces as acute pain surged forth while continuously dealing him mental damage.

　　Currently, he felt that his decision to diligently cultivate a few days back was absolutely correct. Fortunately, his physique had been strengthened to the current state, which was why he wasn’t dead after this fall.

　　On another side, Immortal Farming Sect’s uncle and two Third Stage cultivators were rapidly treating their comrades. Their luck could be considered good for although many had collapsed on the ground due to heavy injuries, at least no one had died.

　　“Doggie, wait for me. Wait till this lord here finds time, I will definitely slaughter you and stew your dog meat!” Demon Monarch Anzhi sent out an angered roar in the skies.

　　Looks like he had suffered losses in that pekingese’s mouth ¹ …

　　Shortly after, his body swept downwards like an eagle grabbing a little chick… and grabbed the Immortal Farming Sect’s uncle!

　　He didn’t grab onto Song Shuhang, but instead chose the uncle. Afterwards, Demon Monarch escaped far away.

　　Could it be that Demon Monarch was actually nearsighted and grabbed the wrong person again?

　　In the air, the big pekingese spat out a mouthful of black substance with disdain in its dog eyes. “Woof! Woof!”

　　“Senior Brother Zheng De!” Of the two Third Grade cultivators from Immortal Farming Sect, the female cultivator cried out in fear after looking at the uncle being taken away. Shortly after, she leapt forth and chased after Demon Monarch Anzhi.

　　So, Immortal Farming Sect’s silly uncle’s dao name was ‘Zheng De’.

　　Another Third Stage cultivator had initially wanted to chase after him too, but after looking at the numerous injured senior and junior brothers lying on the ground, he could only inwardly grit his teeth to resist the impulse and stay behind to treat them.

　　Immortal Farming Sect’s injured disciples sat up cross-legged one by one under his assistance to regulate their breath and recover from their injuries.

　　After softly sighing, this Third Stage cultivator then looked at Song Shuhang’s body lying far away.

　　After thinking for a moment, ultimately he still went over and helped Song Shuhang up to feed him a medicine pill to treat his injuries.

　　Immortal Farming Sect was good in planting various spiritual grasses and immortal herbs, while different types of medicinal pills within the sect were aplenty. That was why they were willing to gift a stranger with a pill that healed injuries.

　　On the other hand… this was also a common practice in Immortal Farming Sect. The style of their sect was being simple and honest, with majority of its disciples having kind disposition. If it weren’t for their sect’s treasure ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’ being snatched away, they would not be so angry.

　　Also, it was thanks to the fact that it had been relatively peaceful in the cultivation world for the past hundred years—else their sect that didn’t have high fighting strength would have been hard pressed to maintain its inheritance.

　　After Song Shuhang had consumed the pill, he could distinctly sense a cool and refreshing aura flowing into his internal organs from his mouth. The originally acute pain within his internal organs had quickly disappeared and it became comfortable after this refreshing aura flowed past.

　　After a few breaths, his internal injuries had fully recovered!

　　“Thank you.” Song Shuhang took a deep breath and got up from the ground.

　　This Third Stage cultivator’s had a complicated expression, but ultimately sighed and said, “You’re welcome.”

　　While they were speaking, Immortal Sect’s disciples had all finished regulating their breath and gathered around them.

　　As the uncle called ‘Zheng De’ had been captured and another female Third Grade cultivator chased after him, the one who was the most powerful figure amongst Immortal Farming Sect’s disciples was the Third Grade Cultivator beside Song Shuhang.

　　A disciple who still possessed the innocence of a child on his face spoke with a bitter face. “Senior Brother Zheng Yan, what are we to do now?”

　　They didn’t manage to catch Su Clan’s Sixteen, but instead their Senior Brother Zheng De had been captured by that strange person and even Senior Sister Zheng Yue had chased after them. This was suffering a double loss after trying to trick the enemy—they had suffered an extremely great loss.

　　Thinking of here, that disciple fiercely stared at Song Shuhang as he felt that everything had happened because of Song Shuhang.

　　“Right now… we shall wait for Senior Brother Zheng Neng to arrive before deciding. Senior Brother Zheng De has Junior Sister Zheng Yue following him so we can maintain contact with her at any time.” Zheng Yan sighed again. The ‘Senior Brother Zheng Neng’ he mentioned was a Fourth Stage cultivator that had been the main fighting strength of Immortal Farming Sect within the reinforcement team.

　　In a moment’s time, anxiety was on faces of all the Immortal Farming Sect disciples.

　　Just then, Song Shuhang suddenly raised his hands and asked. “Erm… although I’m sorry that I’m disturbing you, but can I ask a question?”

　　“Hmph.” That disciple who still had the innocence of a child coldly snorted.

　　“Fellow Daoist, please speak your mind,” Senior Brother Zheng Yan spoke.

　　“I want to know, if a powerful monster beast is currently heading towards us, how should we deal with it?” Song Shuhang gaze swept over the skies.

　　That huge monster pekingese was tired of chasing Demon Monarch Anzhi, so it stuck out its tongue and skated around on its flame wheels before turning back towards Immortal Farming Sect’s crowd.

　　The disciples of Immortal Farming Sect foolishly stared at the huge monster pekingese unhurriedly heading towards them and no one was able to answer Song Shuhang’s question.

　　“It is carnivorous?” someone softly asked.

　　“Definitely,” Song Shuhang answered. Have you seen a huge dog that doesn’t eat meat?

　　“Do we flee?” another person asked a stupid question.

　　Who could outrun this pekingese? Furthermore, it knew how to fly!

　　Could it be that they could only resign themselves to fate? Or maybe hope that this pekingese wasn’t hungry?

　　“Oh right, before I left the sect, Senior Brother Zheng Hong passed me a manual that can help cope one with all sorts of crises. Perhaps it might be useful!” Just then, that innocent disciple suddenly thought of something as he rapidly fished out something from his clothes. It was a hardcover notebook.

　　Senior Brother Zheng Hong was a member of specialized personnel within Immortal Farming Sect that was in charge of raising monster beasts and was frequently travelling outside, thus he had plenty experience gained on his adventures.

　　That disciple swiftly flipped to the chapter of “Monster beasts”.