Hearing this, Bai Zhirou felt her mind go completely blank. She had never expected the truth to be like this.
Gu Changqing's struggling body suddenly froze.
Immediately after, his eyes turned bloodshot. Like a maddened, trapped beast, he twisted his body frantically, roaring hysterically at Zhao Zonghan, “Zhao Zonghan! You really are a beast worse than pigs and dogs! You all deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell!”
“Hahaha!”
Zhao Zonghan laughed arrogantly at everyone's helpless fury.
His laughter echoed in the silent village, grating on the ears like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.
Looking at the maniacal Zhao Zonghan, everyone from Sword Peak felt their scalps go numb.
This could no longer be described as merely insane.
Even the Beast-Taming Peak disciples showed shock in their eyes. Clearly, they had only just learned of these core secrets. They lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly.
Zhao Zonghan laughed his fill.
He turned his head to look at the still calm and composed “Bai Zhirou.”
Just as he was about to reach his hand toward that exceptionally beautiful face.
Jiang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly. He was planning to completely release his suppression and fight them to the death.
Swoosh—
A blood-red root erupted from the ground, piercing through Zhao Zonghan's palm without any warning.
“Aaaaaah—!”
A pig-slaughtering scream rang out!
Trembling violently from the pain, he hurriedly said, “Lord White Wolf, did this root lose control and attack the wrong person?!”
Before his voice could even fade.
Squelch! Squelch!
The ground beneath his feet exploded violently, and over a dozen thick, blood-red roots instantly surged out.
They bound Zhao Zonghan and the rest of the Beast-Taming Peak group like red zongzi.
The Earth Violent Bear that had been following behind Zhao Zonghan was also directly impaled, pinned firmly to the ground as it let out a desperate, mournful wail.
A fierce red light flashed across the surface of the blood-red roots.
To their horror, Zhao Zonghan and the others discovered that the blood and qi in their bodies were draining away at a terrifying speed!
Faced with this sudden reversal, the bound crowd from Sword Peak on the side was completely dumbfounded.
At this moment, the white wolf slowly stepped forward.
It looked at Zhao Zonghan with the gaze of looking at a dead man, its tone dripping with disgust. “You are very noisy.”
“Can't you see I'm asking a question?”
“Besides...”
A cruel, cold light flashed in the white wolf's eyes. “Is a cauldron favored by our Young Master something a lowly piece of trash like you can lay your hands on?”
Only then did Zhao Zonghan react, desperately begging for mercy, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lord White Wolf! I know I was wrong!”
But the white wolf had absolutely no intention of paying attention to him.
In fact, the blood-red root wrapped around Zhao Zonghan's neck tightened by another fraction, choking him until his eyes rolled back.
Jiang Ye, who had been ignored on the side all this time, couldn't help but chime in, “In our world, your behavior is commonly known as having zero situational awareness. Serves you right!”
Seeing both the human and the wolf look over.
Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows and jerked his chin. “It's fine, you guys go on.”
His tone was as relaxed as if he were watching a play.
With his face turning purple-red from being strangled, Zhao Zonghan struggled frantically and roared, “Lord White Wolf, you can't do this! Have you forgotten our cooperation?!”
Hearing this, the corners of the white wolf's mouth parted again, revealing a mocking expression. “Cooperation?”
“Do humans negotiate with pigs when they raise them?”
“You watched the pigpen for us for ten years, but now the 'Taisui' is mature. You gatekeeper pigs should play your final role.”
“After all, you've obtained plenty of benefits from us over the years.”
Zhao Zonghan's pupils dilated bit by bit, filled with shock. He roared crazily, “What Taisui? Isn't this the Blood Demon Plant? And didn't you say it would take another year to mature?”
The white wolf rolled its eyes in a very human-like manner, looking at him as if he were an idiot. “We just said that casually, and you actually believed it? It seems your intelligence is indeed inferior to the black-furred pigs we raise.”
Jiang Ye added from the side, “I've seen many idiots, but this is the first time I've seen one so pure.”
Zhao Zonghan completely broke down now, no longer able to maintain his previous calm of having everything under control. He screamed shrilly like a shrew, “You dare cross the river and burn the bridge? If you tear up our cooperation, our Peak Master won't let you off!”
The white wolf sneered disdainfully, “Hmph... a mere human Nascent Soul. If he has the guts to step into the territory of the Hundred Thousand Mountains to pick a fight with our white wolf clan... this seat would welcome it.”
Jiang Ye watched this classic "dog-eat-dog" plot unfold with great interest from start to finish.
His eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous light.
He hadn't expected to reel in such a big fish.
The Peak Master of Beast-Taming Peak, Wei Zhaoyuan, is it?
Very well. I see your courage is indeed quite plump. I'll definitely have to dig it out and take a look when the time comes.
The white wolf looked around and nodded in satisfaction.
Its dark green beast pupils were filled with greed and fanaticism, as if what lay before it was not a living purgatory, but a bountiful feast.
“It would have taken a few more days, but with last night's demonic sect and you guys as blood food, the Taisui should mature now.”
Zhao Zonghan's eyes threatened to split. He opened his mouth wide, seemingly wanting to roar something else.
Pfft!
A thick, blood-red root was thrust brutally and directly into his mouth, firmly blocking his wails deep in his throat, leaving only faint whimpers.
As the red light on the root flashed frantically, Zhao Zonghan's plump body actually shriveled and withered bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Not just him.
In the surrounding ruins, except for the blood-red roots on Jiang Ye's body which remained relatively quiet.
All the roots binding Gu Changqing, Qi Linger, and the other members of Sword Peak began to flash frantically with a heart-palpitating red light!
The crimson glow reflected on the white wolf's snow-white fur, looking exceptionally eerie and sinister.
Jiang Ye just watched all of this indifferently.
He was still waiting.
Waiting for the final boss to appear.
In just half a ke, the bound people around him lost their color one by one, their arms hanging down limply like withered leaves blown down by the wind.
Jiang Ye originally thought he could face all this calmly.
But.
Ultimately.
Xiao Bai's heart was... too soft.
Without realizing it, he actually turned his head away subconsciously, not daring to look at the tragic sight of his familiar fellow disciples gradually shriveling up.
In his divine sense's perception.
Those familiar auras were extinguishing one by one like candle flames.
Finally, Gu Changqing struggled to raise his head, his lusterless eyes looking toward Jiang Ye.
His dry, cracked lips parted slightly, using his very last ounce of strength to spit out a few words, “Junior Sister Bai... farewell...”
Jiang Ye: “...”
In his mind, Bai Zhirou was already crying her eyes out.
She called out those familiar names over and over again, “Senior Brother Gu! Senior Sister Qi! Senior Brother Chu... No...”
...
The white wolf was highly satisfied with the results of this harvest. It slowly turned around and looked toward the entrance of Daniu Village.
In the distance, beneath that dead old locust tree, the ground suddenly bulged violently, and the soil churned and exploded like a fountain!
A colossal, deformed mass of flesh, its surface covered in white membranes and crimson muscle fibers, violently burst through the ground!
On the surface of this flesh mass, eight huge slits tore open at the same time.
“Waaah—!!”
A shriek that did not belong to any living creature rang out.
The sound was a mixture of a baby's crying and a wild beast's roar, piercing straight into the soul.
In an instant, Jiang Ye felt a splitting headache, as if countless steel needles were being driven into his brain.
He opened his eyes with difficulty.
The game panel displayed the red name above the flesh mass:
【Scarlet Marrow Taisui, Tier Three Peak—Tier Four Early Stage】
This thing had been constantly jumping between the two realms. Presumably, once it completely absorbed these red-furred monsters, it would be able to open the legendary nine apertures.
At that time, its level would completely stabilize at Tier Four Early Stage, equivalent to the strength of a human cultivator's Nascent Soul realm.
Jiang Ye stared at this name, always feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the sharp pain in his head was like an electric drill, forcibly interrupting his thoughts.
Just as the Taisui let out its soul shriek.
Above the white wolf's head, an ancient white jade ring suddenly emerged, shedding a faint, soft halo that firmly protected it, leaving it completely unaffected by the brain-penetrating demonic sound.
Immediately after, a burst of obscure chanting came from the white wolf's mouth. The ring glowed brightly, and the Taisui actually stopped its crying, instantly quietening down.
However, the blood-red light on its massive flesh body was still flashing frantically.
In the surrounding ruins, those red-furred monsters walked toward the Taisui one by one like string puppets.
The blood threads in their mouths went straight up to the Taisui's body.
From afar, it looked as if the villagers were devoutly kissing that giant mass of flesh. The scene was bizarre and disgusting to the extreme.
In just an instant, those red-furred monsters turned into clumps of red blood threads and merged into the monster's body, leaving behind only empty, tattered clothes on the ground.
It was hair-raising.
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