Chapter 411 - 9th Level Spiritual Beast (2/2)

With another two ripping sounds, the mournful cries of the spiritual beasts echoed out into the blue sky with Zhuo Fan behind them waving them off.

The spiritual beasts went on the same road as their brother, weeping and deflated in their slow steps into the forest. Only the horrifying trail of blood was testament to the gruesome torture.

Zhuo Fan put the wings away.

He was one step closer to his goal.

On his way to resume the harvest, a red flash came in the form of Gu Santong.

“Dad, I got around eighty pairs. What about you?” Gu Santong stuck out his flushed face.

Zhuo Fan smiled, his brows going up and down, “Around the same, 235.”

“So many?” Gu Santong sulked, “Dad, you’re so mean. I have to chase those spiritual beasts each time while you just use that azure flame to have them sit still. How am I supposed to win like this?”

Gu Santong pouted and stomped.

This game has been going on for three months now. What he thought to be a search for herbs, turned into plucking wings and in him losing all interest.

Zhuo Fan made it a challenge, saying he’d give him ten 8th grade ingredients if he gathered a thousand pairs of wings first. That had him going around the mountains in excitement.

But when the race started, he found out that Zhuo Fan had a secret weapon, making the entire mountain range’s spiritual beasts listen to his orders.

In the first two weeks alone, Zhuo Fan had already overtaken him. His hopes of winning were dashed.

He had the strength, but Zhuo Fan had the azure flame which could line up the beasts for the culling.

Zhuo Fan saw through him and smiled, “Young Sanzi, how about this? I still need to get a thousand but you win if you can get 300 before me.”

“Really?” Gu Santong’s eyes sparkled, “Better keep your word. I’m going!”

But then he came right back in the next moment, asking coyly, “Dad, what do you need all these wings for? Did you get bored of yours and want to switch them up every day? You’re like the maids in the imperial palace. They switch jewelry just like you.”

“I am no woman to have that vice.” Zhuo Fan’s face twitched, “Now go do your thing. You’ll find out in the evening.”

“Alright!” Gu Santong left shrugging.

He only cared about the prize anyway. He had no curiosity to know what Zhuo Fan’s use of the wings was.

Hu~

But before he could give more chase, a hurricane blew over them.

Sand and rocks blew away as a black cloud loomed over Allbeast Mountain Range. The next moment, a three hundred meter long, three-headed black bird swooped in.

Its powerful wings sending sharp winds, able to crush even stone.

Zhuo Fan cried, “9th level spiritual beast, Three-headed Crow! What’s it doing here? This is only the 6th level spiritual beast’s domain.”

“Dad, can we use its wings? Why don’t we pull them off?” Gu Santong proposed.

Zhuo Fan disposed, “Young Sanzi, behave. This spiritual beast is powerful enough to go on a rampage in the Sacred Domain. Us two are no match for it.”

Zhuo Fan’s heart shook and he gulped.

He never dreamed that mortal domain could have such a spiritual beast.

He knew Allbeast Mountain Range went deeper still, having areas the 6th level spiritual beasts didn’t dare cross, that those areas were holding a terrible being.

Not even he thought of exploring it. Allbeast Mountain Range was a bottomless treasure vault which he wouldn’t dare open before he had the power to do so.

But the guardian of that treasury had caught him with his pants down.

“Dad, can’t your azure flame do the trick?” Gu Santong reminded him.

Zhuo Fan recovered at last, [How the hell did I forget?] And deployed his trick.

The instant that flame came out into the open, the Three-headed Crow stopped, with all its heads fixated on him, “There you are!”

Each head had an azure flame too.

Zhuo Fan was rendered speechless.