What If I Can't Die?

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe… it has something to do with it."

Song Shi said bluntly.

Wuyou's eyes lit up. Since Song Shi said so, it seemed like it was really related.

"Alright, I can't believe you're trying to get information out of me. You have to be punished."

Song Shi hooked Wuyou's chin angrily and admired her beautiful face up close. Although he said that he wanted to punish her, he was not angry.

This woman was stronger than him and had extraordinary knowledge. Furthermore, she had seen the secret of his immortality with her own eyes. Even if he didn't reveal it, the other party could probably roughly guess it.

But no matter how powerful he was, wouldn't he be able to deal with him as he pleased?

Song Shi punished Goddess Wuyou with a sense of accomplishment. The latter was also enjoying it.

After a long delay, Song Shi continued his journey and returned to the Mystic North Continent.

From afar, he sensed the movements of the Demon Race. The two sides seemed to be confronting each other. With a thought, he realized that the Demon Race's lineup was not small.

"After not appearing for more than a hundred years, the Demon Race has started to take action again."

Song Shi muttered. To be honest, he did not have much intention of interfering in the war between the Mystic Spirit Realm and the Demon Race.

However, his hometown belonged to a plane under the Mystic Spirit Realm after all, so he was definitely siding with the opposite of the Demon Realm.

Moreover, some fellows of the Demon Race had a grudge against him.

He stopped to check and confirm, preparing to find the spatial node given by Saint King Lang Ya. This node was located near the Mystic North Continent.

"The node is near the West Sea of the North Mystic Continent. I wonder if it has changed much over the years. If it's too big, I might have to spend some time searching."

Song Shi was not in a hurry to care about the Demon Race. He arrived at the Western Sea in one step and prepared to find the spatial node to the lower realm first.

He walked around and discovered that the surrounding environment had changed greatly. The spatial node was not at the location Saint King Lang Ya had mentioned.

Roar!

A dragon roar exploded in the distance, attracting Song Shi's attention.

He turned around and saw the Void trembling in the distance. Two figures were chasing after him.

In front of him was a blue sword light. It was like a meteor, but it was clearly fleeing, wanting to escape from the golden dragon shadow behind it.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from Song Shi, the latter could tell that Song Shi was an eminence of the Mystic Spirit Realm. The sword beam changed its direction and flew straight at Song Shi.

"Senior, save me! The Dragon Clan has betrayed us!"

The sword light panted and shouted, looking especially flustered.

"The dragons have rebelled again?"

Song Shi was stunned. He had learned from Huo Yan that the dragons had once rebelled against the Mystic Spirit Realm. Why were they here again?

"Human trash, shut up. Our Golden Dragon Race has never betrayed you all. We just don't want to be treated differently by you!"

The golden dragon behind him roared angrily, not agreeing with this sentence.

Song Shi sized up the golden dragon behind him. It looked very robust and would probably taste quite good.

He looked at Wuyou. "Do you want to try dragon meat?"

"Although it's only a low-grade dragon, it's still useful for replenishing the child's nutrition."

Wuyou nodded. She basically didn't need to eat anything, but she had to consider the child.

At this point, her face turned slightly red. "Perhaps it's because I'm pregnant that I suddenly want to eat something."

"Then I shall arrange it."

Song Shi's gaze landed on the golden dragon.

The latter's scalp went numb, and he said in a panic, "What… what are you doing?"

When he heard Song Shi muttering to himself about tasting dragon meat, he could not help but panic.

"Eat you, of course."

Song Shi calmly raised his hand, and the Void where the golden dragon was solidified. The latter seemed to be frozen on the spot.

"No, you can't bully the weak!"

The golden dragon roared in fear. Divine light soared from its body and was dazzling, illuminating the Void, but it could not move.

The Void where it was seemed to have stopped. There was no room for it to move. It could only wait for fear to surge over.

The sword light at the side retracted, revealing a middle-aged sword cultivator. He stared blankly at a Supreme Saint-level dragon that was imprisoned on the spot.

Only Great Emperors could achieve such strength. Why had he never heard of this existence?

In the face of the golden dragon's words, Song Shi said indifferently, "Do I have to heed to morals when I'm hunting prey?"

His gaze was cold as he flicked a sword light from his finger. The golden dragon screamed as a bloody hole appeared on its head. It was killed on the spot.

The middle-aged sword cultivator did not dare to vent his anger and did not move. Why was this person killing a dragon as easily as if killing a chicken? Wasn't it too easy?

Song Shi grabbed the air and the huge golden dragon's corpse flew over. Sword qi was released from his palm and landed on the dragon's corpse, spinning inside and out.

With a sizzling sound, the entire dragon was skinned, pulled out of its bones, its internal organs peeled off, and its flesh separated. When it floated in front of Song Shi, it had already disintegrated into pieces that could be used as ingredients.

"You lured the dragon here. These scraps are for you."

Song Shi reached out and fiddled with it. A portion of it was distributed and landed in front of the middle-aged sword cultivator.

The latter was flattered. "Senior, I actually didn't do anything. Instead, I relied on you to escape."

"If you don't, these things will be thrown away anyways."

Song Shi threw out the Yin Yang Gourd and placed the ingredients nearby. The fire burned and he began to set up the pot.

The middle-aged sword cultivator was caught between laughter and tears. He could only put away the items and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your gift, Senior."

He treated Song Shi as a hermit expert, which explained why he was not well-known in the Mystic Spirit Realm. He did not know him either.

"You can go. There's nothing to do here."

Song Shi planned to cook the dragon meat while it was fresh and enjoy it with Wuyou.

"I'll take my leave."

The middle-aged sword cultivator left tactfully.

Song Shi stewed the dragon spine first, then cut the ribs into segments and prepared to make some sweet and sour pork ribs. Before that, he fried the dragon steak.