"Although I cultivate Weird Spiritual Plants using other people's flesh and souls, I am still a good 'Cultivator.'"
Lu Xuanyi said sternly.
He brought a pile of flesh and bones to the Underworld Spirit Field.
"You rascal, you came running at the smell."
Just as he entered and had yet to adapt to the bone-chilling yin wind and the wailing of Resentful Spirits inside, Lu Xuan saw a Light Red Meaty Ball bouncing towards him.
He tossed the 'Cultivator's' flesh and blood to the Spirit of Flesh.
The Spirit of Flesh's body surface's fur lightly fluttered up, revealing numerous small mouths with sharp teeth underneath, which devoured the flesh turned into a cloud of blood mist all at once.
"How about that? Fresh enough for you?"
Lu Xuan asked with a smile to the big meaty ball.
The Spirit of Flesh rotated from top to bottom to signify nodding in agreement; its whitish-pink pupils squinted, clearly in an excellent mood.
