The Black Bone Demon Marquis was seriously injured and bedridden, unable to manage affairs.
That First Young Master had monopolized the right to allocate resources for the territory and its subordinate races.
Meanwhile, the Thunder Eagle Clan overbearingly claimed large, resource-rich areas of the forest as their private hunting grounds, wantonly plundering magic fruits, magic herbs, and prey from them.
It was precisely by offering up the massive amount of resources squeezed from these private hunting grounds as tribute that they secured the title of a direct vassal of the First Young Master.
Armed with this status and the skewed quotas that came with it, they became even more unscrupulous in the surrounding area, continuously expanding their private hunting grounds.
In terms of strength, backed by the Wind-Thunder Mountains, the Thunder Eagle Clan was indeed not weak; they had a total of ten Extraordinary Rank combatants alone.
Unfortunately, limited by their species rank limit, the potential of the Thunder Eagle Clan was capped at the Extraordinary Rank. They could forget about ever producing a Dominator Rank overlord in their lifetime.
However, in Qimeng's eyes, these weren't ten level-capped powerhouses.
They were clearly ten walking experience packs!
Of course, Qimeng had no intention of going out to fight and kill herself.
“Alright, workers, go hunt.”
Qimeng picked up a small, newly woven flower basket, lifted her skirt, and walked toward the woods.
“Just bring the corpses back to me. The weather is so nice, I'm going to harvest some herbs.”
For her, shuttling through the vegetation to harvest rare magic herbs while feeling the resonance with nature was her preferred way to relax.
As for fighting?
What a joke. That was a job for her employees.
The southern part of the Flourishing Forest.
A wild fruit forest near the Twilight Swamp.
Gerris, the Third Elder of the Thunder Eagle Clan, had just finished extorting a neighboring demi-human tribe with his escort team. With his shirt stuffed with freshly plundered magic stones and wild game, he was on his way back.
As an Extraordinary Rank powerhouse, he had always walked tall in this area.
“Hmm? Isn't that Ninike from the White Feather Clan?”
Gerris had sharp eyes. He instantly spotted Ninike in the bushes ahead, leading two of her clanswomen in digging up sweet root tubers. Their baskets were also filled with freshly picked wild sweet berries.
“Hmph, courting death. To think she'd deliver herself right to my doorstep!”
Gerris sneered. Leading his men, he swooped down and arrogantly crushed the fruit basket Ninike had placed on the ground into splinters!
“Ninike! How bold of you!”
Gerris took the initiative, barking out a harsh scolding.
“This fruit forest was designated as a private hunting and harvesting ground by our Thunder Eagle Clan long ago! Not only did you steal fruit, but you also stepped on and ruined the rare fruit seedlings cultivated by this elder! According to the rules, those who destroy public property and trespass into private grounds shall become slaves to pay off their debt!”
By the muddy pool, Ninike trembled.
She took a panicked half-step back, her little face turning pale.
“E-Elder Gerris?! This is clearly a wild fruit forest... and we only picked some fruit... You can't just make things up!”
“The rules are set by this elder! If I say you ruined them, then you ruined them!”
Seeing the little girl trembling with fear, Gerris laughed triumphantly.
“Come back with me quietly! This elder has been lusting after you for a long time. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to me! Tonight, I'll make sure you get a good taste of my power!”
His figure flashed, and his eagle claws lunged straight for Ninike's neck!
Gerris was full of confidence. Limited by their species rank limit, the White Feather Clan could at most reach the Advanced Rank in the past, and the Ninike before him was at most a Mid-tier Advanced.
This grab was guaranteed to succeed!
However, just as his eagle claws were about to touch Ninike, the panic on her face vanished, replaced by a mocking smirk of a scheme succeeding.
“I've caught your opening~”
Boom!
Having broken through her species rank limit, the magic light of the Extraordinary Rank erupted!
Ninike pinned Gerris's wrist with a backhand grab!
“What?! Extraordinary Rank?! How is this possible? The species rank limit of your White Feather Clan is clearly lower than this!!”
Gerris's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
In the next second, three more figures, all exuding the pressure of the Extraordinary Rank, rushed out from the woods!
Feifeier led her team to complete the flank. Four highly compressed wind blades sliced through the air, weaving into a net.
Gerris hurriedly deployed a defensive spell.
But he only managed to block one.
Facing powerful attacks of the same Extraordinary Rank, his body was easily torn apart like paper, silently sliced open!
Pfft!
Filled with despair, Gerris collapsed heavily onto the muddy ground, lifeless.
“Kill!”
Shouts of slaughter suddenly erupted.
The ambushing bird girls of the White Feather Clan seized the opportunity to slaughter all the Thunder Eagle Clan guards.
Ninike wiped the blood from her cheek and waved her hand.
“Hurry up and carry him back as nourishment for Master!”
This cold, ruthless hunting operation was in stark contrast to the atmosphere on the other side of the forest.
The sun cast down a soft, gentle light.
Qimeng bent down, plucked a dew-covered magic herb, placed it in her small flower basket, and took a comfortable breath of fresh air.
She was fully immersed in a peaceful, tranquil world of zoning out.
In the same woodland, while one side was ruthlessly harvesting lives, the other side was leisurely harvesting herbs, creating a bizarre sense of harmony.
After only a few dozen minutes, several bird girls jogged over, carrying Gerris's corpse like hunted prey. They laid it before Qimeng and respectfully knelt on one knee.
“Master! We have packaged and brought back the Extraordinary Rank prey!”
“Hmm, you're quite fast.”
Qimeng casually pointed her finger backward.
“Though, try not to chop them up so finely next time.”
“Understood!”
Devour All Things was activated. The wind and thunder magic elements in Gerris's body were completely drained, and his corpse turned to ashes.
Feeling the slight surge of power within her, Qimeng was in a great mood. She lightly patted her small flower basket and said, “Not bad. On to the next harvest~”
“Yes, Master!”
Several figures dived into the forest, using the intelligence to track down the whereabouts of the next high-ranking member of the Thunder Eagle Clan.
Holding her flower basket, Qimeng continued toward the next magic herb.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the hunting squad of the White Feather Clan had fully entered combat mode.
Guided by the positioning from the intelligence network provided by various clans, combined with the information gap from their broken species rank limits, the high-and-mighty executives of the Thunder Eagle Clan had essentially become walking chunks of fat meat in their eyes.
“Next target: Fourth Elder Erik!”
Above the Precipice Canyon, Fourth Elder Erik spread his grayish-blue eagle wings, gliding through the air as he patrolled the territory of the Thunder Eagle Clan.
He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of looking down on the weak terrestrial races, particularly enjoying plundering the goods of passing demi-human merchant caravans under the guise of airspace inspection.
“Hmm? Those little White Feather mutts are actually transporting ore?”
Spotting a squad of panicked bird girls from the White Feather Clan in the canyon below, pushing a wagon loaded with magic stones as they ran, Erik revealed a cruel smile. He didn't even bother to call his guards and dived straight down!
“Humble mutt birds dare to smuggle magic stones? This elder will be taking this batch of goods!”
Just as he descended to a low altitude and lunged toward the wagon with a rumbling of thunder, the tarp on the wagon suddenly tore open!
Feifeier, who had been lying in ambush inside, launched the pre-prepared hurricane formation like lightning!
A violent hurricane soared into the sky, ruthlessly wrapping around him as sharp wind lines severed the tendons in his wings!
“What?! Ahhh!”
Erik crashed to the ground in a pathetic state.
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