It really does seem this way. Shi Chun pondered for a long time and said, "I don't know if this refining method originally came from the Demon Book. If it truly did, logically such an irresolvable situation shouldn't arise."

Wu Jinliang was puzzled, "Why is this impossible? It's normal to have created the refining method without coming up with a solution."

Shi Chun said, "If the refining method indeed comes from this Demon Book, but there's no solution, then it'd be strange."

Wu Jinliang was a bit confused, suspiciously asking, "What do you mean?"

Shi Chun reminded, "This Demon Book is obviously not something easily shared. It's almost impossible for outsiders to easily see its contents. If other cultivation techniques haven't been passed on, then what has been shared must be something the owner is willing to let go of. If Demon Dew truly has no solution and backfires on the insider, what then? Being harmful to the point even the owner can't control it, could it be easily spread? It should be strictly controlled like other cultivation techniques in the Demon Book."

Wu Jinliang hesitated, "It might have been secretly learned by someone beforehand."

Shi Chun nodded, "It's possible."

Wu Jinliang added, "It's also possible the method existed before the Demon Book."

Shi Chun pondered briefly, seemingly unconvinced, "A skill already spread outside can be included in such an important Demon Book to occupy a place? It's possible, but the likelihood seems small."

"Indeed, maybe the refining method of Demon Dew truly comes from this book…" Wu Jinliang nodded slightly, also agreeing with Shi Chun's assessment, and then decided, "Why guess? Huang Yingying is a demon cultivator, right? He's cultivating this stuff, let's go find him to verify."

Reasonable, Shi Chun also nodded in agreement, not knowing if there's hope, but if there's even a slight possibility, he needs to give it his all. Li Hongjiu is too crucial to him, with too many enemies made, it's frustrating to give up the chance to quickly boost strength.

As long as he still wants to mingle in the Cultivation World, he can't let go of Li Hongjiu.

The two immediately greeted Feng Chi and others, telling them to find a place to hide while they attend to something and would soon return.

Feng Chi's group doesn't know what they're up to, watching them depart.

Old Chai weakly asked, "Brothers and sisters, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?"

He felt increasingly uneasy, as a centurion facing danger, abandoning teammates to flee, eventually throwing away the Centurion Token to escape, who does that? Later, even lost armor and weapons, now simply wandering the Demon Realm sightseeing, is this truly participating in the Battle of Great Pardon? Why does it feel like they're violating every rule, now seemingly safe, yet he doesn't feel secure at all.

Others somewhat noticed his concern, Xiao Sheng approached and patted his back, comforting, "Don't worry, Master is a centurion, won't speak ill of you when reporting, this isn't avoiding battle, isn't it great to muddle through without fighting and killing?"

Old Chai sighed, thinking, I'm afraid he might not survive.

Finding a hidden place underground, Wu Jinliang once more brought out Death Refusing Incense to burn, Shi Chun also tossed out a corpse, the stuff was already running low. Earlier, they had instructed Lao Chang Tai to gather more from Lao Xi.

Familiar with the tasks, once the Netherworld entrance opened, the two quickly wrapped up and dived inside.

Actually, it's only been a few days since they last entered the Netherworld, so Wu Jinliang was somewhat worried as he spoke, "It's just been days, wonder if Old Huang started cultivating the Demon Book yet."

Being here already, worrying is futile, Shi Chun had already taken out the Mother-child Talisman to contact Lao Chang Tai.

Lao Chang Tai wasn't in Qiangyu City, but outside, coincidentally handling Huang Yingying's cultivation matters, they agreed on a meeting spot.

Upon meeting, they learned a few places were found for Huang Yingying to cultivate in the city, but after reviewing the Demon Book, Huang Yingying felt none were suitable, thinking cultivation in the city might be inconvenient.

What's to cultivate, with so many issues? In their hearts, Lao Chang Tai and Chu Jingtang grumbled but said nothing. Shi Chun had specifically instructed before leaving to help Huang Yingying cultivate, guessing there might be something significant about it.

The duo could only do their best, eventually having no choice but to open a deep mountain cave far from Qiangyu City for Huang Yingying's cultivation.

Just finished the work today, Huang Yingying just entered the cave to cultivate, and Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang arrived, truly showing fortune favors timely arrival.

As they sought Huang Yingying, Lao Chang Tai naturally led them there.

The party flew swiftly through darkness, finally landing in a somber mountain area, finding the cave entrance where Chu Jingtang was guarding and assisting as protector.

After inquiries, learning Huang Yingying didn't enter for long, Shi Chun instructed Lao Chang Tai and Chu Jingtang to continue guarding the entrance, while he led Wu Jinliang inside to find him, now disregarding whether they would interrupt the cultivation.

No choice, Li Hongjiu's situation is pressing.

To block disruptions like breaths and noises, the cave tunnel was deliberately dug winding and quite deep.

Deep within the tunnel ending, Huang Yingying sat cross-legged, surrounded, and covered with white cloths to block Yin energy. White cloths blocked the entrance, and chandelier Sandal Gold Flame Energy lit the cave ceiling. On the ground around were plenty of 'Ice Sheep', attempting to mimic a cultivation environment suitable for the mortal world.

Merely the seemingly simple setup already cost quite a bit.

Huang Yingying, clutching the pitch-black Demon Book, remained that shriveled wretched old man appearance, with pointy monkey-like features and suspicious eyes, mustache with whiskers, and a tiny tuft on the chin.

But at this moment, the sly smile was absent, as fingertips caressed the blood-red, sinister characters embossed on the jet-black cover: "Beidou Demon Book".

The texture of the characters was distinct—they were not written, but filled in after engraving. It was unclear what the filling material was.

Opening the cover, there was a flamboyant inscription on the title page, different from the engravings throughout the book, clearly handwritten by someone else.

The issue was, these words were invisible to ordinary people, but the eyesight of the Golden-haired Rat Clan was different, including enhanced night vision and such. As long as they weren't in absolute darkness, their nighttime vision wasn't much different from daylight.

The flamboyant inscriptions, though somewhat obscure, were just barely visible to him.

This wasn't the first time he examined them closely; before sitting here to cultivate, he had pondered them many times.

The inscription read: "My Blood Clan blood, source of dripping blood."

The writer of those invisible words knew who could see them, and Huang Yingying had already guessed who left the inscription and roughly understood the meaning. Excitement brewed within him for quite some time.

Though he dared not be absolutely certain of his interpretation, after spending considerable time calming his excited mind, he still closed the Demon Book, gazing at those four blood-red characters, then slowly raised his hand to his mouth, decisively biting his finger, causing fresh blood to flow out.

Droplets of fresh blood dripped onto the cover of the Demon Book.

After dripping for a while, the wound on his finger clotted and ceased bleeding, yet the Demon Book showed no response.

Huang Yingying grew doubtful—had he misunderstood the inscription's meaning?

Or perhaps the blood was dropped in the wrong spot, or there wasn't enough blood?

So he turned back to the title page and bit his finger hard again, making a deeper cut, dripping blood toward the invisible inscription.

What he didn't see was, at the instant he flipped the cover, the blood seeping into the four characters of 'Beidou Demon Book' suddenly dried up, as if absorbed by the red filling material within the characters. The color of these blood letters immediately grew more vivid and ominous, slowly writhing like tiny worms, seemingly awakening.

If he observed a moment longer, he would have witnessed this scene.

At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed through the passage outside, catching Huang Yingying in mid-blood-drip, his head jerked up in surprise—who? Wasn't there someone outside acting as protector?

"Old Huang, we're here."

Wu Jinliang's voice arrived before he did, a pre-warning, to avoid startling those cultivating within—something all cultivators understood.

Huang Yingying was all too familiar with Wu Jinliang's voice, immediately exhaled in relief; if it was him, then it was of no concern, as Wu knew he possessed the Demon Book.

Soon, the white cloth shielding the doorway, akin to a mosquito net, was pulled aside, and Wu Jinliang's large head poked in, spotting the blood dripping from Huang Yingying's finger, he exclaimed mockingly, "Old Huang, what's this? If there's something troubling you, share it with us, don't self-harm."

As he spoke, he stepped inside, clearly jesting, having seen the blood on the Demon Book, suspecting some trickery.

Shi Chun, entering after Wu, also witnessed the scene.

Thinking it useless, Huang Yingying closed the Demon Book, intending to rise and tend to his wound, but suddenly trembled, eyes riveted to the Demon Book in his hands, full of astonishment—the book was shaking, emitting an eerie red glow, scorching him such that he instinctively let go.

Yet, the Demon Book did not fall; amidst the swirling, cloud-like red light, it slowly levitated, rolling in the air.

Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang halted in surprise, neither anticipating witnessing such an occurrence upon entry; unable to resist exchanging glances, they realized from Huang's reaction that he too hadn't expected this.

The sinister red clouds around the Demon Book began spinning faster, stirring filaments as thin as hair into the void; afterward, the book ceased its rotation, enveloped locally by the dense, root-like tiny cracks.

The glowing, eerie red clouds emanating from the book drifted out, akin to the ethereal garments of a descending red-clad fairy, carrying a poignant charm, finally transforming into an ominous scarlet mist rushing toward Huang Yingying's wounded finger.

"Uh…" Huang Yingying's body shuddered, raising his wounded finger, observing the mist as it flowed into him, feeling the internal transformation, overjoyed and thrilled. Realizing something, he quickly sat cross-legged, shouting with utmost trust to the two present before closing his eyes for cultivation, "Pray protect me, both of you."

With that, he started cultivating in his own world, eyes shut.

Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang exchanged glances again, noticing the disappearance of the red filling from the character 'Bei' among the four-character inscription on 'Beidou Demon Book'; now the red filling in the character 'Dou' was also gradually vanishing, transforming step by step into red clouds penetrating Huang Yingying's wounded finger.

"What does this mean?" Wu Jinliang softly queried the Master beside him, sensing he was out of his depth and hoping to rely on the Master's insight.

However, Shi Chun's intellect was equally confounded, capable only of staring blankly, murmuring, "How should I know, there seems to be some trick hidden within this Demon Book."

After observing for a while, Wu Jinliang murmured again, "We came to find him for something; how did we end up journeying such a long way just to act as his protectors?"

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