Chapter 117: Flesh-Eating Trunkman

''Just yesterday.'' Lina touched her hair. She seemed happy that I noticed it.

She always felt like she was a burden for her sister because of her low cultivation. Born with a weak body, even progress of one minor rank was something to be celebrated for her.

I had recently learned that Lina had anemia. Having less blood, her body was mostly cold and she preferred to stay in sunlight most of the time.

The doctors of this world didn't know the specifics of her disease. A blood nourishing pill helped her most of the time but those were expensive and hard to get by.

I looked at her. Despite not knowing what was causing her body to feel weak and cold, she kept trying to improve her body.

''Tell your sister to come to Immortal Wine Hotel when she comes,'' I told her and left the place.

I gave her some advice to contact an alchemist from the Pill Fire Association to see if they could make a permanent medicine for her. Instead of sitting around in the house, it was better to do something about the problem instead.

In this world where magical pills could be made, I did not doubt that there was a cure to her disease.

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The next day, after 'treating' my little sister, I started training in the Golden Tempest Technique. For that, I went outside the city again.

I was pretty confident that I could hunt down a mid-grade 2 demon beast now. Two months ago, I wouldn't have even thought about it.

Southeastern Xuahour. Around the periphery of Crimson Forest, I was walking cautiously, wearing tight blue pants, blue shirts, and a blue hunter's hat. The day was humid and I slowly walked through the short trees.

The outer area of the crimson forest was inhabited by demon beasts of grades one, two, and three. However, no one knew what grade of beasts one could find. If hunters were unlucky, they might even place themselves in front of a high-grade three demon beasts.

There was a safe route through the forest to the mountains because of a certain type of plant that repelled the demon beasts. Even so, most hunters wouldn't want to go that way as it led to the deeper areas.

The crimson forest was unlike the hidden leaves forest that was on the northern side. The plants here were more ferocious and dense. Many demon hunters reported that there were plant-type demon beasts lurking among the many trees here.

'What the-' I had only thought of it before a thorny branch suspiciously lowered behind me.

I bent down in a hurry and unsheathed my sword. There was a sound of a monster growling but when I turned around, I saw a tree whose bark had a disgusting face.

It was green and dark brown in color. Its mouth had sharp teeth and there were delicious-looking fruits growing on its crown. I didn't quite recognize what it was at first but then remembered, isn't this Flesh Eating Trunkman? A low-grade two beast, about the same level as an Earthen Boar.

Those fruits on its head would sell well and its arms (branches) could be used to make weapons of different types. Those weapons would give lethal poison to anyone unfortunate enough to be struck by them.

Accordingly, these poisonous branches were the things a hunter must be careful of when encountering a Flesh-Eating Trunkman.

Swoosh!

I jumped as it whipped a branch to my side. This creature hadn't gained sentience but it was very well experienced in killing humans. It was carnivorous, after all. A carnivorous 'plant', there were really some fascinating things in this world.

The creature suddenly screeched as I cut one of its branches. The Piercer was extremely sharp and cutting wood was very easy. However, one thing annoying about Flesh-Eating trunkman was that it had too many branches.

The mouth on its trunk was the main weak point but it never let its opponent near that place. I would have to dodge or fend off so many branches to get near.

I looked around and made sure that this was the only hostile creature around. It would be foolish of me to die by the paws or jaws of another monster when I was battling with it.

Many 'adventurers' coming to Crimson forest died this way, even though they were equipped with various top-quality weapons and armors.

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I kicked one of its branches, making sure not to hit the thorns or have my feet stuck between the thorns. My body shot forward and I cut the branch that was coming straight for my face, even managing to chop off the twigs in the process.

The tree mouth screeched again when I gave damage and the number of branches increased. Coming from the left, right, below, top and even winding from the back. This was the main attack of Flesh-Eating Trunkman. It would capture its prey and bring it to its mouth, eating the flesh only.

I did not panic and swung my sword around, first taking care of the branch flailing behind me. One of the things to my left lashed on my back and a small cut appeared. I quickly cut that as well before dropping it from the thick branch that I was standing on.

I efficiently moved to an area where there were fewer branches and went to the middle, towards the trunk from there. The brown thorny branches followed me like there were sensors in their dead leaves.

I was, however, using a shining rush and was fast as the wind, well a little slower because I was wielding this heavy sword. I wasn't so pressured by its weight now but it was still damn heavy.

Otherwise, I would have rapidly used Yellow Wind Steps on the branches, hopping from one to another instead of running on the ground.

After a few cuts, dodged 'branch-slams', and hidden roots which pulled my legs, I was finally before the mouth of this creature-

Tissss!

I sidestepped right at that moment, narrowly evading the spurt of light-yellow acid that came out of its mouth. Passing my sword from my left hand to the right, I plunged it on its 'forehead' before pulling it downwards. There was a loud sound of teeth clattering when The Piercer slashed the demon beast's mouth.

The sword sank deeper and I noticed that Flesh-Eating Trunkmen had no tongue inside their mouths. Instead, there was a huge ball of green veins at the bottom which dissolved into a disgusting paste when my sword cut them.

Those green veins also had acidic properties. Thankfully, the material used to make my sword was of superior quality and there was no damage to the sharpness of it.

I tightened my grip on the sword's hilt and pulled it out, only to notice that the branches were frozen midair. Half a second later, they fell making loud sounds.

I rotated my sword and fancily sheathed it on my back. Hmm, what was this smell? I looked up and found the fruits rotting one by one.

Oh shit! I forgot about it. The fruits of a Flesh-Eating Trunkman would start rotting right after it is killed. When I jumped on the tree trunk this time, my blue hat fell to the ground. I wasn't concerned about that and climbed the dead tree like a monkey.

I could visibly see the rotting process, how the once red fruit turned brown and smelly. Fruits on this side were already rotten, so I went to the backside of this tree's crown.

There were branches he but these were short and had fruits in place of thorns. The reason I fought this beast was for the fruits. No way I would let that go to waste.

There was one way to stop this rotting process and that was to pick them. The dead tree would transfer some kind of enzyme to the fruits that would increase the process of decaying. Picking the fruits before the enzymes reach would break the connection and they would remain safe to eat.

At first, I thought about kicking the branches at the top to make the fruits fall on their own but then realized that these fruits didn't fall even when the tree was fighting me. These had to be picked by hand.

'One, two, three…' I didn't care to carry those and threw them at the ground the moment I picked. Pulling one fleshy ball after another, I managed to pick thirty of them before everything rotted.

I jumped down and found that two fruits had been damaged by the thorns. I sighed. Still, 28 was better than nothing. These fruits were really helpful for a practitioner's flesh and blood.

Some even said that eating ten of them would boost one's strength was an impressive margin. As a mere low-rank two best, such fruits were eaten by the practitioner of any medium-sized family, not to mention clans.

'I should hunt down more beast and improve myself,' I thought. An additional increase to one's bodily attributes was always nice.

The fruits of Flesh-Eating Trunkman tasted like meat, of course. Raw meat. It was a pity I couldn't cook it because it felt like I was munching down the raw flesh of a demon beast. Still, there was a sweet taste when the red juices oozed out.

I quickly ate four but didn't stop. As a Viscera Purifying practitioner, I had a large appetite. My only complaint about the fruit was the hard seed it had in the middle. It was so bitter that I usually didn't eat all of the fruit.

Sitting there, ten minutes passed and I had eaten about 22 fruits when I suddenly stood up. This heat… Was it the time again? It seemed the stimulation of this fruit on my internal organs and Chunu's insufficient Yin in my body started to come into effect.

So soon. I was going to break through to rank eight!

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