Time passed slowly for the next few days. One day, two days, three days... Every day, Lu Changsheng spent time watching the true demon's flesh inside his own body.

"Eat," he told the moving lump. "Eat more, as much as you can. If it isn't enough, I can always grow more flesh for you."

He also went a step further and swallowed potent tonics. The Kao Clan had money to spare, which meant he could afford tonics of every kind on the market. With that in mind, he ate them daily the way another man would eat rice.

On top of that, his Extreme Martial Dao could draw every scrap of nourishment out of whatever tonic he consumed. Therefore, however much flesh he lost, he replaced it almost as fast.

As the days went on, the true demon's flesh and his own flesh settled into a deadlock. It was a rare spectacle, the kind of thing a man could go his whole life without seeing.

On the surface, Lu Changsheng was an ordinary martial artist and nothing more. He had let a true demon's flesh parasitize him, and it had still not drained him dry or killed him after days.

In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was thriving...