Tao Qian had wanted to stay away from Shan Jiu, but his puppet body's cultivation was still weaker than that of a wild leek demon from Wild Man Mountain.
He was promptly pulled into that hidden Zen Room amidst the bamboo forest by Shan Jiu.
Inside, there was already an occupant: a Pig Demon with four large heads, big ears, gleaming mane, and covered in the stench of excrement, huddled together for warmth, trembling with indescribable fear of the terrifying slaughter and chaos of the outside world.
Such lowly demons had nothing but their fatty flesh and brutal strength smeared with filth and mud; they possessed neither Divine Power Skills nor magic artifacts.
If they had a master to rely on, it would be somewhat better, but without one, they were the bottom of the food chain in the Demon Realm. Unless they could cultivate some spectacular Innate Divine Ability, they were doomed to eventually become meat on someone's roasting spit.
