Chapter 121: The Hungry Asura

“A Asura!”
Su Che recognized this demon—an Asura from the underground demon race, whose strength was comparable to that of a human cultivator at the Golden Core stage.
“I was right. The trials it assigned to itself get harder with each step. This one is truly a demon at the Golden Core stage…”
Su Che thought angrily, “What about next time? If I manage to pass this trial, will it assign me an opponent at the Nascent Soul stage?”
“There won’t be a next time, master,” Lao He replied in a gloomy tone. “You’ll never be able to pass this trial. Demons are notoriously unreasonable. No matter how well you speak, you can’t reason with them.”
“Yes.”
Su Che agreed.
The snake woman from the previous trial—given her strength—was someone Su Che would have never been able to overcome. Fortunately, this demon race member, who had been imprisoned for over a thousand years, had a decent temperament and was easy to talk to. After some persuasion, Su Che managed to convince her. There was a lot of luck involved there, so using words as a tactic again was clearly not feasible.
At first glance at this Asura, Su Che intuited that it was both a demon and a madman—a being completely uncommunicative.
At that moment, the Asura locked to the stone pillar glanced over from afar. Its deep red eyes narrowed as it shouted, “Strange! Are you human or a Witch Clan member? You seem like some kind of hybrid… Kid, come here and tell me what the hell you are!”
“I am a warrior of the Witch Clan, here to take your life!”
Su Che replied bluntly, “With your half-human, half-demon appearance, what exactly are you?”
“Wahahaha…”
The Asura burst into laughter. “Warriors of the Witch Clan? They left millions of years ago. I really wanted to meet them… But even if you have Witch Clan blood, you’re just a little brat, a mere bastard.”
“You damned demon brat! Are you not afraid of being crushed to mush?” Su Che asked deliberately to extract more information.
“Let them crush me! I don’t care!” The Asura tugged at the chains around its waist angrily, shouting at the sky, “I’ve been locked up for thousands of years. I already don’t want to live.”
Su Che thought to himself, “Another guy who’s been imprisoned for a thousand years. His mental state is clearly abnormal.”
So he called out to it, “Since you don’t want to live, I can help you escape and free your soul.”

“No rush, no rush,” the Asura shook his head. “Grandpa hasn’t talked to anyone in ages. I’m bored to death. Let’s talk first, have a chat. Tell me, what’s become of the world above? Have our underground demons made it to the surface?”
“I’m sorry, but the fate of the underground demons remains the same—they’re still suppressed by humans deep underground, too afraid to show themselves.” Su Che was also happy to chat with him for a while; maybe he could find some weakness in him.
Though the possibility was slim; though even if he found a weakness, it might not be useful…
The Asura grunted twice and then called out, “Kid, come a little closer. Don’t stand so far away. It’s so hard to shout at each other like this. Aren’t you a warrior of the Witch Clan? Why do you act so cowardly?”
“That’s fine. If I get too close, it means I’ll have to attack you,” Su Che retorted defiantly.
The Asura didn’t argue, because he also thought that if Su Che truly had Witch Clan blood, it shouldn’t be too difficult for him to crush such an inconvenient prisoner after transforming.
So, the two of them stood fifty zhang apart, shouting at each other and chatting chaotically for a while. Then the Asura suddenly asked, “Kid, do you have anything delicious? I haven’t tasted meat in thousands of years. Before I die, I want to try it one more time.”
“There is, but why should I give it to you?” Su Che countered. “What’s the exchange?”
“Damn you!” The Asura cursed loudly. “You’ve tied me up like a dog for thousands of years. Now that I’m about to be executed, can’t I even die satisfied? When did you Witch Clan people become…”
Before he could finish cursing, he thudded to the ground, seemingly hit hard on the head and knocked over.
Su Che knew this was punishment from the sacred land’s protective forces for his disrespectful words that insulted the entire Witch Clan.
The Asura was used to such punishment. He wiped his face and got up again, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued to shout at Su Che, “Kid, how about it? Do a good deed and give me some meat to eat. Not much—just a few hundred pounds.”
“Exchange!” Su Che refused to budge.
“Nonsense!” The Asura gestured around him. “I don’t even have shit to exchange with. What do you want me to give you?”
“Valuable information will do, like some secret of yours.”

Boom! Su Che threw a pile of roasted beef from the Nether Prison—something Lao Hei loved the most. Then, like a shrewd merchant, he warned, “I warn you, I want valuable secrets, not nonsense. I’ll only give you one chance!”
At the mention of “secrets,” the Asura’s expression turned icy. He stared at Su Che fiercely for a long time before sighing dejectedly, “Sigh… Since we’re both about to die, this secret really can’t compare to a pile of roasted meat…”
“Hm?” Su Che was taken aback. He had just said it casually to tease him, not expecting that the Asura actually had some secret.
Whoosh!
The Asura swung his chains and sat down on the ground, seemingly indicating this would take some time.
“Back then, it was because of this secret that I took a huge risk to come to the surface. Unfortunately, my luck was terrible. As soon as I showed up, some mysterious force dragged me here, and I’ve been trapped for thousands of years…”
Hearing this, Su Che shook his head inwardly. “This guy is truly unlucky. He came up from the underground world and ended up in the Xiao Mi Immortal Realm… Others would need hundreds of Yuan Ying-stage beings working together to dig their way in.”
Next, the Asura revealed his secret to Su Che through telepathy. Though its authenticity was uncertain, it sounded plausible enough to be somewhat credible.
Half an hour passed in this exchange. The Asura was already parched and impatiently shouted, “I’ve finished talking. Believe it or not, but that roasted meat…”
Before he could finish, Su Che gathered all his strength and threw the over 200-jin pile of roasted beef at him.
Boom!
The roasted beef landed right in front of the Asura, who burst into wild laughter and started gnawing on it.
Su Che couldn’t imagine what it would be like to go a thousand years without meat—after all, his mental age was only in his twenties. But whenever he ended his seclusion, he would find a place to feast heartily, just to satisfy his cravings, without needing any nutritional value from the food.
In fact, the Asura was willing to reveal this secret mainly because it was useless to the Witch Clan. Otherwise, why would he willingly give such a great advantage to a Witch like Su Che who intended to kill him?
What he didn’t expect was that Su Che wasn’t a Witch at all, but a genuine human…

Soon, over 200 pounds of beef was swallowed by the Asura. His belly showed no sign of swelling, as all the food had been converted into energy, rather than stored in his stomach like in ordinary people.
“Not bad, not bad!”
The Asura stood up, wiped his mouth, and roared, “Come on, kid, attack! I’ll fight to the death just to take a few bites from you!”
Hearing this, it sounded like a heroic speech from someone who believed they were doomed to die. Unbeknownst to them, Su Che was just a minor figure at the Qi Cultivation stage, utterly incapable of killing an Asura at the Golden Core stage.
“No rush, no rush.”
This time, it was Su Che who waved his hand casually and said, “Let’s play a little game. First, help me test the power of this thing I’ve created…”
“Let’s go!”
The Asura roared wildly, his muscles swelling as his entire body expanded. He stepped forward in three large strides, pulling the chain taut.
The Asura race was fierce and battle-loving, their warrior nature no less intense than that of the Witch Clan. Even if they died in battle, they would never show weakness to their enemies.
Boom!
With a gentle wave of his hand, Su Che sent a giant over fifty feet tall flying.
Boom, boom, boom…
As soon as the giant appeared, it rushed toward the Asura without hesitation.
But after running thirty feet, a wisp of smoke emerged from its head. The giant immediately stopped, staring blankly around, looking at the Asura over there and then at Su Che here.
However, since the Asura was closer and its massive figure made it a bigger target, the giant chose to attack the Asura instead.
This giant was naturally a prisoner from the Immortal Prison who had been drenched in the “Witch Clan Holy Water,” that dark gray liquid, transforming him into a giant over fifty feet tall.
But Su Che and Lao He had already identified two drawbacks: First, once humans turned into such giants, they would immediately lose all sense of family, seeing any living creature as an enemy to be defeated. The second drawback was that this transformation could only last a few hours; once that time passed, the transformed person would turn into a pool of stinking water.
Earlier, when Su Che released the giant from the Immortal Prison, he first had Lao He possess it and control it to run thirty feet away. Then, Lao He’s Demon Soul withdrew in time. So, the simple-minded giant naturally chose the closer and more prominent target to attack.
So, could a human at the peak of Qi Cultivation, turned into a giant, defeat an Asura at the Golden Core stage?

Sutcher knew very well that this was of course impossible; sending that giant charging forward was purely for another purpose…