Life is hard. Life as a rat at the bottom of the food chain is impossible.
Wu Yuan was a modern graduate student with a bright future—until a truck sent him packing to the afterlife. He didn’t wake up as a hero, a prince, or a legendary warrior. He woke up in a damp hole, covered in brown fur, surrounded by squeaking siblings.
He is a Rat. A common, weak, snack-sized rodent in a world filled with magical beasts, ancient demons, and ruthless cultivators.
In the dangerous forests of Little Green Mountain, a snake can swallow him whole, and an owl can snatch him from the sky. Death is one mistake away.
But Wu Yuan has two advantages that the local beasts don’t: a human mind, and a mysterious cheat item fused to his soul—the [Causality Bead].
[Green Intel: Consume the Moon Spirit Grass at midnight to awaken Demon Power.] [Black Intel: Do not enter the cave. Certain death awaits.]
Armed with the ability to foresee opportunities and avoid fatal calamities, Wu Yuan begins his impossible climb to the top.
From chewing on Spirit Copper to forge an indestructible body, to commanding a swarm of thousands, to farming spirit herbs in secret underground bunkers—Wu Yuan will do whatever it takes to survive.
They call him a pest. He calls himself a future Demon King.
What to expect:
Monster Evolution: Starting as a weak rat and evolving into a unique spiritual beast.
Kingdom Building: Managing a rat swarm, farming spirit plants, and digging extensive underground bases.
Unique Cultivation: Eating minerals and ores to strengthen the body.
Smart MC: Uses wits, traps, and intel to defeat stronger enemies (and sometimes shameless begging).
Cute & Fierce Companions: A lucky gluttonous hamster sidekick and an arrogant cat mentor.
Life is hard. Life as a rat at the bottom of the food chain is impossible.
Wu Yuan was a modern graduate student with a bright future—until a truck sent him packing to the afterlife. He didn’t wake up as a hero, a prince, or a legendary warrior. He woke up in a damp hole, covered in brown fur, surrounded by squeaking siblings.
He is a Rat. A common, weak, snack-sized rodent in a world filled with magical beasts, ancient demons, and ruthless cultivators.
In the dangerous forests of Little Green Mountain, a snake can swallow him whole, and an owl can snatch him from the sky. Death is one mistake away.
But Wu Yuan has two advantages that the local beasts don’t: a human mind, and a mysterious cheat item fused to his soul—the [Causality Bead].
[Green Intel: Consume the Moon Spirit Grass at midnight to awaken Demon Power.] [Black Intel: Do not enter the cave. Certain death awaits.]
Armed with the ability to foresee opportunities and avoid fatal calamities, Wu Yuan begins his impossible climb to the top.
From chewing on Spirit Copper to forge an indestructible body, to commanding a swarm of thousands, to farming spirit herbs in secret underground bunkers—Wu Yuan will do whatever it takes to survive.
They call him a pest. He calls himself a future Demon King.
What to expect:
Monster Evolution: Starting as a weak rat and evolving into a unique spiritual beast.
Kingdom Building: Managing a rat swarm, farming spirit plants, and digging extensive underground bases.
Unique Cultivation: Eating minerals and ores to strengthen the body.
Smart MC: Uses wits, traps, and intel to defeat stronger enemies (and sometimes shameless begging).
Cute & Fierce Companions: A lucky gluttonous hamster sidekick and an arrogant cat mentor.
The mountain range stretched endlessly, a sea of ancient wood and stone shrouded in mist. Sunlight pierced the canopy, slicing through the churning fog to weave tapestries of gold and silver light upon the forest floor. It was a breathtaking, mystical scene. Yet, beneath a withered tree at the foot of the mountain, a creature […]
The owl saw the small mouse on the ground falter. Seizing the moment, it tucked its wings and dove, a silent missile of feathers and death. Talons spread wide, aiming to crush the rodent’s spine. Sensing the sudden shift in air pressure behind him, Wu Yuan launched himself into a desperate leap. He dodged the
Wu Yuan crouched deep within a pile of loose rubble, his eyes fixed on the massive bluestone dominating the mountain summit. The stone was a geological anomaly. Its surface was as smooth and fine as polished jade, and under the sunlight, it seemed to exhale a faint, cyan mist. Even from this distance, staring at
Wu Yuan was a blur of motion, a tiny silver thief darting through the assembly of beasts. He abandoned caution, using his superior speed to snatch Lunar Essence right from under the noses of his “fellow” worshippers. He wasn’t suicidal enough to rob the alpha predators—wolves and tigers were strictly off-limits—but the middle-tier animals were
Wu Yuan hummed a cheerful tune as he dismantled the corpse of the Black Brocade Snake. He deftly stripped the meat from the bone, tossing the raw chunks directly into his mouth. “Mmm. Not bad at all.” The meat was unexpectedly tender, melting on his tongue with a glutinous richness and a burst of savory
Wu Yuan realized that ever since he awakened his Demon Power, his personality had shifted. He had become irritable, arrogant, and recklessly aggressive, losing the caution that had kept him alive this long. “It must be the biology,” Wu Yuan muttered, his claws twitching. “This rat body is influencing my mind. No wonder the idioms
Crack! Wu Yuan’s jaws snapped shut, crushing the female owl’s skull. A slurry of red and white matter splattered across the nest. Feeling the avian beast go still beneath him, Wu Yuan straightened his spine. He heaved a few ragged breaths, shaking the blood from his fur, before turning his gaze toward the clutch of
Time had lost its meaning. When consciousness finally drifted back to Wu Yuan, he found himself lying on his back, staring blankly at the earthen ceiling of the burrow. “I’m an idiot,” he muttered, his voice raspy. “A complete and utter fool.” “I knew eating the egg would trigger an Awakening. I was so fixated
“You sleep in my bed, and you steal my treasure… I should skin you alive.” Wu Yuan’s eyes roamed over the hamster’s plump body, calculating the best spot to sink his claws. He slowly raised a paw, mimicking a slicing motion through the air. Terror seized the hamster. Tears welled up in its beady eyes,
Wu Yuan finally understood the full extent of his transformation. He could do more than just communicate with his own kind—he could rule them. He was a Spirit Creature now. In the hierarchy of the wild, he was a King. Commanding a legion of ordinary rats was his birthright. Moreover, his innate talent, [Spirit Gathering],
Big Black watched the lethal claws hover inches from his face. Seeing that Wu Yuan had no intention of striking the killing blow, the large rat immediately pressed its belly to the dirt, flashing a fawning, ingratiating grin. Wu Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle. “At least you know how to read the situation.” “From now
Wu Yuan threw his head back and let out a piercing screech. At the signal, the cliff edge above teemed with movement. A legion of rats poured over the ridge, each clamping a heavy stone or thick branch in its jaws. Though the sight of the massive Spider Demon below sent shivers of instinctual panic
Wu Yuan’s eyes snapped open, blazing with cold intent. He surged his Demon Power to its limit, unleashing a technique straight at the unsuspecting Spider Demon. “[Dark Spirit Thorn]!” The moment the technique left him, Wu Yuan dove headfirst into a pre-dug rat hole, vanishing from sight. The Spider Demon reacted instantly. Shedding its facade
Big Old Black froze, his paw pausing mid-stroke against his whiskers. He looked at Wu Yuan with a mournful face. “Me? Again?” All he received in return was a cold, indifferent stare. Realizing there was no room for negotiation, the large rat slumped his shoulders and reluctantly squeezed his bulk into the dark tunnel. Wu
Little Yellow stood at the entrance of the cavern, his beady eyes wide with shock. The new home was massive, the terrain ruggedly beautiful, and the air thick with rich Spiritual Qi. With a squeak of delight, he darted inside, running a celebratory lap around the perimeter of the cave. Watching the chubby rat pant
“This Cat Demon must be an outsider. It wandered into Little Green Mountain recently. It wasn’t in any of my previous intelligence reports.” Wu Yuan paced back and forth in his cave, his whiskers twitching with anxiety. “And based on its aura… at the same cultivation level, I stand absolutely no chance against a Cat
Wu Yuan watched in silence as the Cat Demon leisurely finished consuming a spider leg. Seeing the creature pause, seemingly satiated, Wu Yuan seized the opportunity. “Great Cat King,” he spoke, his tone dripping with practiced reverence. “We will continue to offer such tributes in the future. We only hope you might spare our humble
Led by the Demon Rat elites—Big Old Black and One Ear—the battlefield line pushed relentlessly deeper into Snake Valley. Big Old Black was a juggernaut of destruction. He charged recklessly, his massive body acting like a living war chariot. With a casual swipe of claws infused with Demon Power, he severed the heads of multiple
Big Old Black lapped greedily at his own fur, his rough tongue scraping away the splatter of snake blood coating his hide. Wu Yuan watched the display with a frown. “You’re being too wasteful! Look at all that blood soaking into the dirt.” Big Old Black paused, dug out the Mother Snake Demon’s gallbladder, and
Under Wu Yuan’s manipulation, the luminescence of the Moon Spirit Grass intensified, turning blindingly bright. The silvery radiance began to pool at the very tip of the plant, slowly coalescing into a dense, pitch-black sphere. As the sphere formed, the stalk of the Moon Spirit Grass withered, its essence completely drained. Wu Yuan plucked the
The Cat King surveyed the spacious tunnel, his gaze lingering on the neatly cut steps. A look of satisfaction gradually replaced his initial reluctance. Although he had agreed to visit, the very idea of crawling into a damp, filthy rat hole had churned his stomach with revulsion. Yet, reality defied his expectations. Before the visit,
Wu Yuan stood atop a massive boulder, barking orders as he directed the chaotic symphony of the rat swarm. Below him, thousands of bodies moved in a frenzy, tearing into the earth on the western slope. “Dig! Dig like your lives depend on it!” Wu Yuan shouted, his voice amplified by his Qi. “Our goal
The Demon Monkey Leader was a towering monstrosity, standing as tall as two men stacked shoulder-to-shoulder. His agile frame rippled with explosive power, backed by a cultivation base of over thirty strands of Demon Power—a strength that slightly edged out Wu Yuan’s own. Flanking him were two female consorts, each possessing seven or eight strands
The weaker spirits—rabbits, sika deer, and other opportunistic grazers—had been lurking at the periphery, hoping to scavenge leftovers. But witnessing the brutal dismantling of the Monkey King and the ferocity of Wu Yuan, they abandoned all hope. They knew their place in the food chain. To stay was to die. Silently, they slipped away into
Deep beneath the earth, the tunnels of Little Green Mountain twisted like the roots of an ancient tree. Wu Yuan scrambled through the darkness, putting as much stone between himself and the surface as possible. In his grip, the ball of Emperor’s Flow Essence pulsed like a miniature golden sun. It had shrunk to the
“A Spirit-Gathering Mouse King?” The realization hit Wu Yuan like a thunderclap. “I’ve become the Progenitor? The source of the bloodline itself?” His reckless gamble had paid off beyond his wildest dreams. He hadn’t just mutated; he had ascended. His bloodline grade had skyrocketed to the Second Rank: the Spirit-Gathering Mouse King. Previously, dragging his
Little Yellow stared at the fragrant fruit, his eyes unblinking and practically glued to the prize. A string of drool hung from his jaw, and his nose twitched violently as he inhaled the exotic aroma. He looked ready to lick the air just to get a taste. Wu Yuan watched the gluttonous display with a
To the side, the Old Beaver watched in breathless silence, its eyes wide with shock and its heart pounding a frantic rhythm of disbelief. The spectacle of Wu Yuan unleashing his innate [Spirit Gathering] had been nothing short of earth-shattering. The sheer purity of the Spiritual Qi and Lunar Essence cascading down made the Old
“Tell me about the mid-stage of Qi Condensation,” Wu Yuan pressed, his thirst for knowledge insatiable. He couldn’t care less about maintaining the aloof dignity of a Rat King. In his mind, reputation was worthless compared to tangible strength. I am nothing but a low-tier rat at the early stage of Qi Condensation, he thought,
One month later. Wu Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, ceasing his circulation of Qi. He turned his attention inward, sensing the surging power coursing through his meridians. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Thirty-six strands of Demon Power.” “This past month of cultivation hasn’t been in vain.” “With
Wu Yuan watched as the Queen Bee clutched the wisp of Lunar Essence, absorbing it with ravenous delight. He nodded in satisfaction. “A newly Awakened Queen is truly the easiest to train. A single strand of Lunar Essence, and she’s completely subdued.” “Serve me well,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “And I will
Wu Yuan’s ears twitched. He could clearly hear the ragged, agonizing gasps escaping Big Old Black’s throat. This was no simple brawl; the battle was far more vicious than it appeared on the surface. Suddenly, a bestial roar shook the cavern. Big Old Black’s muscles bulged, his frame expanding by another full circle as a
Wu Yuan lay sprawled in his nest, his daily cultivation session finally complete. Boredom set in. He tapped a claw against a nearby rock, the sound echoing sharply. “Where is it?” Moments later, a line of Fire Ants marched in, struggling under the weight of Ant Crystals and Fire Ant eggs. Wu Yuan eyed the
Wu Yuan was careful not to damage the structure of the earth pit. Instead, he crouched low, observing the specific points where the Spiritual Qi was venting. There were over a dozen holes, each as thick as a thumb, surrounded by a spiderweb of fine hairline cracks. He resisted the urge to dig them open,
Since the night of the [Emperor’s Sap], Wu Yuan hadn’t seen the Cat King. This was a source of deep regret for him—not out of sentimentality, but because he coveted the old cat’s stash. That mysterious feline surely hid countless treasures on his person. If Wu Yuan could get his paws on them, his cultivation
Big Old Black stared at the spirit patterns of Wu Yuan’s modified [Blood Surge Art], his brows locked in a knot of confusion. “It’s clearly largely similar to my original technique,” he muttered, scratching his head. “So why do I completely fail to grasp its mysteries? It’s like reading a book where I know all
“Both human and demon race body tempering techniques involve absorbing ores to enhance the physique,” Wu Yuan murmured, staring at the pile of ore. “I previously discovered that [Spirit Copper] strengthens my claws, teeth, and bones, but chewing it is inefficient. The rate of improvement is far too slow.” His brow furrowed, a gleam of
Wu Yuan staggered out of the latrine, his legs slightly shaky. Despite the physical weakness, his eyes shone with a crystal-clear, refreshed light. “Strengthening the stomach first… that was absolutely the optimal choice.” He took a deep breath, feeling the changes within. “I am currently a spirit creature. I lack cultivation techniques, I lack Pills,
Seeing Wu Yuan and Bibo chatting casually, acting as if no one else was around, the hummingbird felt a surge of humiliation turn into incandescent rage. “You occupy my home, and yet you dare to ignore me?” the bird shrieked, its voice vibrating with indignation. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to teach you a
[Green Information: The Spirit Mulberry Tree is advancing to a First-Order Middle Grade Spirit Plant. After advancement, it will form a symbiotic relationship with the Spirit Silkworms, naturally generating a defensive Formation.] Wu Yuan’s heart leaped with joy as the text floated in his mind. Over the past months, he had devoured every scrap of
“Great King, the mission is accomplished!” Bibo announced respectfully. Wu Yuan, observing from the side, nodded slowly. His enhanced perception had caught what the naked eye might have missed: the streak of emerald light wasn’t just Spiritual Qi, but a physical object—a flying dagger shaped from a beaver’s tooth. A life-bound Magical Artifact, Wu Yuan
Wu Yuan slapped his forehead, a chuckle escaping his lips. “You’ve been so capable recently, Bibo, I almost forgot you’re actually an old man.” He grinned, teasing the aging otter. “But don’t take this the wrong way—at your age, you should be striving harder than anyone! You’ve still got a few good years left in
Under the collective strain of the rat swarm, the massive Spirit Mulberry tree was finally hoisted over the pre-dug pit and lowered with agonizing slowness into the earth. Thud. Bibo moved instantly. He was a blur of motion, dashing forward like an arrow released from a taut bowstring. His hands flew in a frenzy, packing
To the west of the main vein cavern, the earth was honeycombed with countless tunnels. Like a complex, three-dimensional spiderweb, these passages wove through the bedrock, connecting to smaller satellite caverns in the distance. Some were deep, some shallow; some vast, others cramped. Together, they formed the skeletal structure of Wu Yuan’s underground empire. Wu
The biting frost of severe winter kept Wu Yuan indoors. He spent his days curled up in the warmth of the treehouse, alternating between cultivation and study. Fifty-three strands of Demon Power now coiled within his core. Beyond raw power, he had become an expert in the utility spells Bibo had brought from the Dragon
Deep underground, encased within the living roots of his treehouse, Wu Yuan was lost in a world of ancient texts. He sat surrounded by scrolls, burying himself in cultivation and study, shutting out the noise of the outside world. Suddenly, his head snapped up. His gaze pierced through the wooden walls, locking onto the direction
Deep into the night, the valley had returned to silence. The visceral gore of the day’s slaughter had been scrubbed clean. Not a scrap of flesh nor a drop of blood remained to stain the earth; only the scorched and pitted scars of spellcraft served as a testament to the fierce battle that had taken
The White Rabbit Demon opened its mouth, ready to unleash a fresh barrage of insults at Bibo and Big Old Black. Crap, Wu Yuan thought. Wu Yuan acted instantly. “You little rabbit! Small body, big schemes. Do not try to sow discord among my brothers!” He punctuated the scolding with aggressive, exaggerated winks at the
Wu Yuan had no patience for the squabbling furballs in front of him. His attention was focused entirely on his own hand, his brow furrowed in thought. It jumped out too easily, he mused, flexing his fingers. I didn’t use my full strength, sure, but my grip isn’t something a weakling can just shake off
For the next few weeks, the Goat Demon launched sporadic assaults on the valley, testing its defenses. Each time, however, he was firmly rebuffed by Bibo. He wasn’t foolish enough to pin all his hopes on Big Old Black. Perched on a ridge, the Goat Demon stared warily at the Magical Artifact glowing in Bibo’s
Half a month passed. During this time, the Goat Demon had driven nearly every beast in Little Green Mountain to this location. However, the harsh winter had already claimed many lives, and the relentless, suicidal assaults on the valley had whittled their numbers down even further. In the end, he managed to cobble together a
The Goat Demon narrowed his eyes, studying the Rat with genuine curiosity. “I must admit, I’m intrigued. Where did a lowly creature like you acquire such a sophisticated Formation?” He paced slowly, his voice dripping with false magnanimity. “Who is backing you? Is it those scheming elders from the Rat Clan? or perhaps… the Beast
With his declaration made, Wu Yuan poured every ounce of his remaining Demon Power into his claws, burying them deeper into the Goat Demon’s chest until hot blood sprayed across his face. He didn’t stop there. He unhinged his jaw, biting down savagely on the Goat’s neck. His teeth, honed and tempered with Spirit Copper,
The moment the Spirit Mulberry Tree flared its signal, Big Old Black’s muscles coiled tight. He dug his solitary functional claw into the earth, churning up a cloud of dust as he dragged his broken body forward. His lumbar spine had been snapped in two by the Goat Demon’s kick, and his internal organs were
A full month passed in the blink of an eye. Inside the tree house, Wu Yuan slowly rose from his seated cultivation posture. His body erupted in a symphony of pops and cracks, his joints celebrating the release of tension like a string of firecrackers. He had grown. Originally standing at one meter, he had
Little Gray was very shocked and said to Wu Yuan: “How did you, Boss, escape the Beast Spirit Temple’s Great Demon Purge a year ago?” “You should know that any spirit with over forty strands of Demon Power must be eliminated!” “Based on your current strength of seventy strands of Demon Power, Boss,” “you must
The rat received the command and scurried forward, movements cautious and jittery. It reached out a tiny claw and grasped the seed. The moment skin touched shell, the rat froze. Its body trembled violently, locked in place as if seized by an invisible, crushing pressure. However, the paralysis lasted only a few breaths. The trembling
Wu Yuan withdrew the second goat horn from the storage bag. Unlike the smooth, jade-like texture of the first, this one was rugged and heavy. Its surface resembled rough gray granite, encircled by bands of dark green markings. It felt dense in his grip, radiating a silent, oppressive weight. Wu Yuan pulsed his Demon Power,
Big Old Black was in a sorry state. The massive beast’s eyes were bloodshot, locked onto the Spirit Mulberry tree with obsessive intensity. His body shuddered and twitched uncontrollably, twisting as if a thousand lice were burrowing beneath his fur. Bibo, perhaps tempered by age, was more composed. Though the old turtle stared at the
Gradually, the surging tides of Qi and Blood triggered by the [Blood Jade Mulberry] settled within Wu Yuan’s body. He snapped his eyes open, a wild excitement dancing within them. “Phew!” “A single [Blood Jade Mulberry] increased my Qi and Blood by a full ten percent!” Wu Yuan clenched his fists, feeling the raw power
Chapter 61: Fist Fighting the Pangolin Little White let out a shrill war cry. She knew the Pangolin was a walking fortress, its scales harder than iron. Attacking its body was futile. Instead, she hefted her carrot—which glowed with an ominous mix of red and green light—and swung it viciously at the beast’s tongue. To
Chapter 62: Planting Development “Boss! Boss, stop hitting!” Big Old Black lunged forward, grabbing Wu Yuan’s fist with both paws. He hung on for dear life, trying to act as a brake. “The Pangolin passed out ages ago! It can’t talk!” Big Old Black shouted, frantic. “If you hit it again, it’s actually going to
Chapter 63: Wu Yuan’s Twisted Sense of Fun The recent expansion had filled Wu Yuan’s pockets with a variety of new Spirit Plants. Most were unranked weeds, but quantity had a quality all its own. His strategy was simple: plant everything. He scattered the seeds across the various spiritual nodes of Little Green Mountain. Once
Chapter 64: Queen Ant Egg Little Yellow scratched his head, watching Wu Yuan ham it up like a stage actor. The hamster looked genuinely confused. “Boss, you’re such a hypocrite! Most of those Snake Spirit Fruits ended up in your stomach, didn’t they?” Wu Yuan snorted and lightly smacked the back of Little Yellow’s head.
Chapter 65: Black Intelligence Wu Yuan was genuinely surprised. He hadn’t expected the submission process to be this effortless. But then again, he reasoned, Barbarian Beasts generally have low intelligence. They bow to raw power. I already beat this guy half to death, and I have unlimited resources to bribe him with. It’s only logical
Chapter 66: Golden Intelligence Deep within the unknowable void of Wu Yuan’s body, the Karma Pearl erupted. In a single instant, it incinerated over a year’s worth of accumulated Qi. A blinding radiance exploded outward, flooding his internal world with searing white light. Wu Yuan’s consciousness, which had already sunk into the cold abyss of
Chapter 67: Purple Bamboo My reserves of Creation Power are bone dry. Wu Yuan stared at the Karma Pearl floating in his sea of consciousness. It was silent, inert, and heavy as a stone. He let out a long, helpless sigh. “I still owe the pearl a massive debt of power. If I had any
Chapter 68: The Almighty Little Yellow “The hummingbird?” Wu Yuan’s fur stood on end. He instantly recalled the elusive pest that had plagued him earlier—a tiny, lightning-fast menace that had snapped its beak on his defenses before fleeing. That bird had given both him and Bibo a massive headache. “You ran into the hummingbird?” Wu
Chapter 69: Purple Jade Marrow Wu Yuan surveyed the rustling green sea before him, a profound sense of satisfaction swelling in his chest. “Little Yellow,” he said, turning to his furry lieutenant. “You have managed this asset exceptionally well.” Little Yellow beamed, his chest puffing out with pride. It reminded Wu Yuan of the report
Chapter 70: The Rock Fissure Wu Yuan stood at the edge of the jagged tear in the earth, clutching Little Yellow in one paw. “I’m going to jump now.” He offered the warning out of consideration; he knew his hamster lieutenant had a severe case of acrophobia. Little Yellow immediately slapped his tiny paws over
Chapter 71: The Second Layer of Nine Spirits Wu Yuan retreated to his fortress deep within the ore vein, the [Purple Jade Marrow] clutched tightly in his paw. His treehouse was a sanctuary of shadows, enveloped by the gnarled, tangled roots of the Blood-Binding Spirit Mulberry. Only the faint, rhythmic flicker of spiritual light from
Chapter 72: Demon Sense To verify the limits of his newfound defensive capabilities, Wu Yuan reached into his robes and produced the [Stone Wood Horn Arrow]. Among Rank 1 Low-Grade artifacts, this was a boutique item—a premium weapon possessing formidable lethality. He took a deep breath, channeling his Demon Power into the horn. Instantly, the
Chapter 73: Spirit Runes Wu Yuan dropped the twitching mouse demon from his grasp and picked up his quill, scribbling his latest findings into the [Book of Spirit Runes]. “Interesting. This subject’s internal structure differs slightly from the previous specimen.” He tapped the page thoughtfully. “By increasing the thickness of the Spirit Runes located in
Chapter 74: Recovery Power Inside the tranquil sanctuary of the treehouse, Wu Yuan lay motionless in his nest, still as an ancient, unadorned statue. He tilted his head slightly, gazing upward. Above him, the gnarled roots of the Spirit Mulberry twisted and interlocked like coiled dragons. From the gaps between these ancient roots, thousands of
Chapter 75: Ore Mother A faint, furtive whispering echoed directly into Wu Yuan’s ears, like a conspiracy of mice chattering in the dark. “Great King,” the voice reported, hushed and precise. “The survivor was a lazy worker. He drew the ire of the other foremen and was exiled to the remote tunnels.” “By sheer luck,
Chapter 76: Purple Jade Vein Wu Yuan delivered a casual kick to the Pangolin’s massive flank. “I need your muscles. Since you have the [Earth Walk Technique], you’re going to help me dig something up.” The Pangolin’s ears perked up. It immediately forgot about Little Yellow and the earlier awkwardness. “Boss! Let’s go! Fast!” Its
Chapter 77: The Rock Crevice Wu Yuan tilted his chin up slightly, pointing a claw toward the massive subterranean boulder looming in the darkness. “I need a path connecting directly to that rock,” he commanded, his voice echoing in the tunnel. “Specifically, to the crevice running through it. That fissure is of critical strategic importance.”
Chapter 78: Changes in the Bamboo Forest A sudden warning bell rang in Wu Yuan’s instincts. Acting on pure reflex, he lashed out with a vine whip, wrapping it around Big Old Black’s waist and yanking the massive rat backward. “Get back,” Wu Yuan commanded, his voice tight. “My perception blurs if we go any
Chapter 79: Artifact Refining Preparations Wu Yuan strolled into the Bamboo Forest Spiritual Land with the air of a lord surveying his estate. His gaze immediately settled on the dozen [Purple Bamboo] plants growing beside the pond. They were magnificent specimens—tall, straight, and radiating a faint, violet luminescence. Piles of raw Purple Jade and glittering
Chapter 80: The Art of Brutality Wu Yuan stood motionless in the depths of the mining cavern, his obsidian eyes locked on the stockpile before him. Spirit Copper. Ant Crystals. Bamboo Charcoal. In the dim, flickering light of the tunnel, the raw materials gleamed with potential. He took a deep breath, suppressing the rising tide
Chapter 81: Spell Improvement In the intricate art of artifact refining, spirit patterns were the circuitry of power. By standard definition, spirit patterns were arranged in interconnected triads. A single group of three linked patterns qualified an item as a Low Grade Magical Artifact. Three such groups, if networked together into a larger system, created
Chapter 82: Bibo Emerges from Seclusion A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Wu Yuan’s mouth. “It works. It actually works.” In that fleeting moment, his skin had become a hyper-sensitive canvas. He hadn’t just felt the air; he had perceived the precise temperature gradients, the subtle shifts in atmospheric pressure, the trajectory of
Chapter 83: The Winged Tiger Big Old Black suddenly darted out from the underbrush, glancing briefly at Bibo before snapping to attention. “Boss!” he saluted. Wu Yuan smiled, waving a paw dismissively. “What’s the situation?” “Boss, while I was patrolling the perimeter, I spotted a beast shadow flying toward us,” Big Old Black reported rapidly.
Chapter 84: Overwhelming On the surface, Wu Yuan and the Pangolin seemed to treat the Winged Tiger with utter disdain, lounging around as if the approaching beast were nothing more than a passing breeze. But this was merely the art of war: despise the enemy strategically, yet respect them tactically. Beneath his calm exterior, Wu
Chapter 85: Surrender Wu Yuan turned a deaf ear to the Winged Tiger’s plea. He raised the Gu Duo mace high and brought it down again. CRACK! This time, the Winged Tiger couldn’t hold the line. His grip faltered, and the Tiger Head Great Shield was knocked violently aside. Wu Yuan didn’t stop there. With
Chapter 86: Tiger Shock Big Old Black watched the Winged Tiger limp away until his silhouette vanished into the mist. He then turned to Wu Yuan, his face twisted in confusion. “Boss, we just let him go? That easily?” Big Old Black muttered, sounding disappointed. “Didn’t you say tiger meat is highly nourishing? Especially Winged
Chapter 87: Earth Immortal Path Despite the Winged Tiger possessing a High Grade Rank 2 bloodline, his personal cultivation was pitiful—merely the early stages of Qi Refining. In the outside world, this might have commanded respect. But within the Winged Tiger Clan? It was nothing special. Practically everyone walking the clan grounds boasted a Rank
Chapter 88: The Mouse Spirit Rune “The Earth Immortal Path is not for the faint of heart, Great King,” the Winged Tiger explained, his voice hushed with a mix of reverence and fear. “When a Qi Condensation cultivator attempts to break through to Foundation Establishment using this method, they must make an absolute sacrifice. They
Chapter 89: Breakthrough Wu Yuan summoned a jet of water to scour the foul-smelling gray sludge from his body. Once clean, he conjured a water mirror to inspect the damage. To his surprise, he had shrunk. Previously, Wu Yuan had been a towering, two-meter-tall behemoth of rippling muscle—a visual powerhouse. Now, he had condensed. He
Chapter 90: Qi Condensation Mid-Stage One hour later. Wu Yuan opened his eyes. The breakthrough was complete. Inside his Dantian, the landscape had changed completely. His Demon Power, which had previously existed as ninety-nine individual, wispy strands, was gone. In its place flowed ten thick, condensed streams of power. Quantitatively, he had less. But qualitatively?
Chapter 91: Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven Requests a Call Success flickered on the horizon. Under Bibo’s desperate control, his Demon Power gradually coalesced, surging toward the critical threshold of a breakthrough. Yet, Bibo felt no excitement—only a hollow, sinking dread. “My blood… it’s not enough!” he gasped. He could feel his physical form rapidly failing. His
Chapter 92: The Predicament of Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven Wu Yuan tried to focus on the panoramic view of the mountain peak, but the world blurred. His consciousness plummeted, eventually stabilizing on a relatively gentle slope near the base. He adjusted to the sensation quickly. Right now, I’m just a manifestation of consciousness. I can’t enter
Chapter 93: Wu Yuan Taking a Shortcut Even setting aside his sentiment for the place, the cold, hard logic of profit remained: Little Green Mountain was his origin, his base of operations, and his greatest asset. If he lost this foothold, where else could he find a spirit land capable of sustaining the logistics and
Chapter 94: Expansion Wu Yuan sat within the quiet sanctuary of his treehouse, eyes closed in deep contemplation. The flickering spiritual light cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the slight furrow in his brow as he processed the flood of intelligence granted by the Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven. The geography of his world had
Chapter 95: Wolf Mountain The Winged Tiger had been lingering around Wu Yuan lately, practically begging for a permanent spot on the payroll. He was remarkably diligent. Every day, he teamed up with Little Gray to scout the perimeter of Little Green Mountain. One was a speedster, the other a master of shadows; the duo
Chapter 96: Clearing Wolf Mountain Wu Yuan nodded with satisfaction before turning his gaze toward Big Black. “When the time comes, you’ll be the primary target—the visible decoy commanding the swarm,” Wu Yuan said. “We need to see if they’re desperate enough to attempt a decapitation strike. Keep your wits about you; I’d rather not
Chapter 97: Wu Yuan’s Specialty Bibo lunged forward, his movements fluid and calculated as he intercepted the Snow Plains Wolf King. He couldn’t let the Winged Tiger be snuffed out in a single exchange. Though the Wolf King’s second-tier bloodline gave him a raw advantage, Bibo was a veteran of survival. Between his decades of
Chapter 98: Wu Yuan’s Old Acquaintance The Snow Plains Wolf King’s voice trembled as he pleaded for his life. “You… you must know I am a vassal of the Golden Armor Lion! This unprovoked slaughter violates the covenant of the Main Peak Kings!” As the words left his maw, the giant wolf actually began to
Chapter 99: How Sweet These Dates Are Watching the Snow Plains Wolf King’s bewildered expression, Big Black stepped forward with his chest puffed out and his chin tilted high. “Since the Great King has been merciful enough to overlook your past and take you in as a dog,” Big Black declared, “it’s only right that
Chapter 100: The Transformation of Little Green Mountain Wu Yuan watched as his various demon beast subordinates finally regained their composure. He let out a long, weary sigh, the kind a cultivator might give after a particularly chaotic sect meeting. These fools, he thought. Talking about becoming a Demon Emperor in the open… such things
Chapter 101: Order The Snow Plains Wolf King scanned the horizon. Although Little Green Mountain was currently a construction site—piles of lumber and freshly turned earth making it look a bit disorganized—the giant wolf sensed a terrifying power lurking beneath the surface. It was the power of Order. In the demon world, order was both
Chapter 102: Heavenly Demon Soul-Confusing Sound The spirit runes on the Ancient Xun pulsed with a rhythmic, iridescent light, their patterns weaving together in a display of celestial geometry. “The architecture of these runes is brilliant… every stroke interlocks with the next like clockwork,” Wu Yuan murmured, his eyes reflecting the shimmering glow. “Rare runes,
Chapter 103: The Heavenly Sound Clan The legacy of the Heavenly Sound Clan was once a prize lusted after by the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan. Their rivalry eventually ignited the “Charm Calamity,” one of the ten Great Ancient Calamities. It was a war of subversion; the two clans bewitched, infiltrated, and seduced one another until
Chapter 104: A New Bloodline Spirit Rune Wu Yuan chuckled, looking at Little Yellow’s new wolf-skull helmet. “It’s a striking look. If you just had a tooth necklace, you’d be the spitting image of a Wild Demon chieftain!” The Wild Demon tribes were notorious factions of the demon race that rejected the civilized rule of
Chapter 105: Familiar Demon Initially, Wu Yuan had found the new, chaotic Bloodline Spirit Rune completely incomprehensible. He could only trace its convoluted lines by rote, failing time and again to grasp its underlying logic. His breakthrough came through sheer, gruesome frustration. During an anatomical study of a deceased rat, Wu Yuan had attempted to
Chapter 106: Old Acquaintances To the east of Little Green Mountain lay a barren zone, a stretch of land devoid of Spiritual Qi. It was a lush, verdant grassland, teeming with life. A herd of antelopes grazed and drank by the water’s edge, the very picture of pastoral contentment. Sunlight dappled their coats; the air
Chapter 107: Different Choices Big Black understood the rules. Without the Boss’s explicit permission, certain secrets of Little Green Mountain could not be revealed. He trusted One Ear. The scarred rat had always been a fanatic; his loyalty was not in question. Gray Skin, however, was a variable that still needed to be weighed. They
Chapter 108: A Surprise from One Ear Wu Yuan waved a paw dismissively, cutting through the heavy atmosphere. “Let him go wherever he wants,” he said, his voice calm. “Since you were both assigned to the Rat Clan, my identity was likely leaked to them long ago. Fortunately, Little Green Mountain has changed drastically since
Chapter 109: One Ear’s Confession My name is One Ear. I am a rat. I was born into the colony within the Spirit Copper vein valley, long before the greatest Rat King appeared to claim his throne. From the moment I took my first breath, I was frail. My body was a withered thing, and
Chapter 110: Nine Heavens Mystic Spirit Formation Explanation Wu Yuan immediately entered a state of deep seclusion. He threw himself into the study of new knowledge with a ravenous hunger, forgetting to eat or sleep. The daily operations of Little Green Mountain were completely delegated to Big Black and the others. After all, the entire
Chapter 111: The Peng Bird Watching the Spirit Gathering Formation swirl with accumulated energy, Wu Yuan offered a weary, satisfied smile. His eyelids grew heavy, and he collapsed into his nest, instantly falling into a deep, restorative slumber. Above him, the massive Spirit Mulberry Tree seemed to sense its master’s exhaustion. It lowered tender roots
Chapter 112: Teasing The aggressive glint in Winged Tiger’s eyes vanished the moment he heard Bibo’s threat. He forced a stiff, ingratiating smile onto his face. “Elder Bibo is indeed as prudent and steady as an old… er, as a wise elder. One word from you has awakened this tiger from his foolish dreams!” He
Chapter 113: Provoking the Peng Bird The Demon Vulture Leader could only attack in blind, terrified fury. Every strike was laden with despair, yet the Peng Bird evaded them effortlessly, moving like a phantom in the wind. With a flicker of motion, the Peng Bird vanished, reappearing directly above the Vulture Leader. He hovered there,
Chapter 114: Rage Hidden underground, Big Black heard Winged Tiger’s venomous sarcasm drifting down from the surface. He scratched his head, genuinely confused. “Since when is that tiger such a smooth talker? Why didn’t he show this side of himself before?” Bibo didn’t even turn his head. He continued to channel Demon Power into the
Chapter 115: Suicide The Peng Bird said nothing. The red light surrounding his body simply intensified, blazing like a wildfire consuming a forest. The gale-force winds screamed, ripping shattered stones from the mine’s surface and hurling them into the sky, where they collided with the sound of cracking bones. Silently, the Peng Bird began to
Chapter 116: Entrance Winged Tiger looked up, but his vision was blocked by the swirling wall of cyan feathers and wind. RIIIP! Suddenly, a pair of jade-white claws tore through the barrier from the outside. They were wreathed in vibrant red Blood Qi, contrasting sharply with the pale skin. The claws gripped the wall of
Chapter 117: Large Intestine Cultivation Wu Yuan paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before turning back to Big Black. “I don’t want the raw Geng Gold ore here,” he instructed. “The quality varies too much. We need to standardize it. Select the highest quality ore and send it directly to me. As for the
Chapter 118: Personally Taking the Knife Wu Yuan was no longer the fragile creature he used to be. His physical body had been tempered into something extraordinary, rendering him fearless of these metallic lumps. The Geng Gold energy swirling in his stomach couldn’t even leave a scratch on the organ walls. If not for the
Chapter 119: Array Artifact After finishing the cultivation of his large intestine, Wu Yuan finally let out a long sigh of relief. He reclined on a lounge chair carved from Purple Jade Bamboo, his body sinking into the cool, smooth surface. The air inside the treehouse was thick with Spiritual Qi and Lunar Essence, drifting
Chapter 120: A Pleasant Surprise Wu Yuan sighed with a mix of admiration and disbelief. “As expected of a wealthy bird family. To use an entire Array Artifact set as a Life-Bound Magical Artifact… that is truly extravagant to the point of absurdity.” He scratched his head, genuinely puzzled. “But did the Peng Bird spend
Chapter 121: The Council of Great Demons In an uncharted region beyond the Azure Spirit Mountain Range, a solitary, craggy peak pierced the heavens. Fierce gales ravaged its summit year-round, whipping sand and stone into a perpetual, chaotic frenzy. It was a landscape that embodied the wildest, most untamed aspects of the cultivation world. Yet,
Chapter 122: The Cat King In the corner of the grand palace, a massive, obese rat demon lay sprawled across a reclining chair. He eyes were closed, a porcelain cup of tea balanced delicately in his paw. “I have to say, these human concoctions are truly delightful!” he chirped, oblivious to the tension in the
Chapter 123: Earth Spirit Master Wu Yuan remained blissfully ignorant of the chaos unfolding beyond the Azure Spirit Mountain Range. He had no idea that, once again, the Cat King was out there carrying his reputation on his small, furry back. At this moment, the Rat King was safe inside his treehouse, engrossed in the
Meanwhile, Bibo was already deep in planning. “King, I plan to adjust the terrain between the two locations. We can arrange specific buildings or minor formations to channel the flow, creating a river of Spiritual Qi cascading from the large bluestone down to the valley!” Bibo’s voice rose with excitement. “We can even plant specific
Chapter 125: Reputation Ruined Bibo stroked his chin, seemingly unbothered by the missing patches of beard hair. “With this, we don’t have to adapt to the mountain anymore. We can make the mountain adapt to us. Previously, we were limited by natural Spiritual Qi distribution. Now? We can terraform.” Bibo began pacing, muttering about nodes
Chapter 126: Big Old Black, Jack of All Trades Upon hearing the threat of castration, Big Old Black immediately clamped his legs together, his face twisting in sheer terror. “Great King! Spare my life!” he shrieked, his voice cracking. “I will definitely work hard in cultivation! I won’t let Your Majesty down! Please, not the
Chapter 127: Master of Little Green Mountain Wu Yuan centered his spirit, calming the restless energy within him. He gave a curt nod to the Pangolin, who stood ready like a soldier awaiting the charge. Understanding the command, the Pangolin roused his spirit. He activated his innate Earth Walk technique and dove headfirst into the
Chapter 128: Innate Divine Ability At that moment, Wu Yuan’s consciousness transcended his physical form, merging entirely with the spirit of Little Green Mountain. First, he rode the omnipresent earth veins, using them as optical fibers to view his entire domain at once. He saw the ubiquitous rat hordes busily scurrying through the mountain forests,
Chapter 129: Blood-Winged Black Mosquito Wu Yuan immediately summoned another large group of rat demons, ordering them to attack him without mercy. This time, his performance was even more exaggerated. Wu Yuan shut down all his senses except for touch. He actively responded solely to the information brought by the air currents and spiritual fluctuations
Chapter 130: Encirclement The horn blasted across Little Green Mountain, a call to arms that shattered the peaceful morning. Every rat demon at work froze. Then, with practiced efficiency, they ushered the younger, uninitiated pups into the deepest, safest burrows. Sentry rats scrambled to the highest vantage points, their whiskers twitching as they scanned the
Chapter 131: Mosquito Mother The area surrounding the Corrupt Water Pool, once teeming with life, was now a ghost town. The local demon beasts were either dead or had long since fled, terrified of facing the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito swarm head-on. By all rights, the Mosquito Mother should have become a local overlord of the
Chapter 132: Ambush The Mosquito Mother was a distinct entity, far removed from the bloated, immobile queens of the bee and ant colonies. She was the size of a large rat—the undisputed titan of the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito swarm. Her carapace was a deep, glossy black, etched with bright red spirit patterns that writhed like
Chapter 133: The Frenzied Wu Yuan Wu Yuan smacked his lips, tucking the severed proboscis into his storage bag with a satisfied grunt. He looked at the Mosquito Mother with utter disdain. “You think I don’t know there’s something wrong with the ‘Blood Essence’ you gave me?” He sneered, tapping his cheek. “My tongue almost
Chapter 134: Heaven and Earth Fiend Refining Spirit Extraction Formation Wu Yuan had already weighed the costs before he ever gave the order to dig. “Blocking the channel won’t last forever,” he explained slowly to the furious Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven. “The Azure Spirit Mountain Range will eventually recover on its own. It might be scarred,
Chapter 135: Adding Ingredients With a wave of Wu Yuan’s hand, the [Hundred Feather Wind Controlling Formation] instantly activated. Wu Yuan stood as the primary anchor, channeling the flow of energy, while the Winged Tiger served as the secondary controller. The surrounding Spiritual Qi surged like a tide into the tiger’s body. Among the gathered
Chapter 136: Blood Fiend Refining Spirit Fire As the massive snake demons withered into mummies and died, the mist of condensed Baleful Qi began to seep into their desiccated husks. The larger the snake and the higher its cultivation in life, the more Baleful Qi it absorbed in death. The mummified corpses stiffened, their black
Chapter 137: The Mosquito Mother’s Backup Plan Wu Yuan and his demon army continued to hurl Blood Ignition Arts into the pit. The spells streaked across the sky like red meteors, crashing into the burning rat corpses and fueling the inferno. The [Hundred Feather Wind Controlling Formation] amplified the carnage, whipping the flames into a
Chapter 138: Seizing Spirit and Refining Artifact Trapped in the stone egg, the Mosquito Mother’s voice turned shrill with panic. “Rat King! Rat King, spare me!” “I acknowledge you as my Master! I swear it on my soul!” Wu Yuan chuckled lightly, tossing the egg in his palm. “Didn’t you just say it was impossible
Chapter 139: Blood Water Pool The Blood Water Pool was no ordinary Magical Artifact. Even in its infancy, it displayed characteristics that defied categorization. Although it was technically only a High-Grade Magical Artifact, its spirituality had already condensed into a tangible form, transcending the limits of its grade. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Rhyme it
Chapter 140: Blood Essence Wu Yuan crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sharp. Opposite him, Little Wolf and the Winged Tiger immediately assumed guarded stances. Their Demon Power surged like rushing rivers as they braced themselves for whatever horror the Great King was about to unleash. Even as test subjects, they had to
Chapter 141: Little Yellow Goes Fishing The initial, explosive wave of medicinal potency from the Blood Essence faded, settling into a steady, nourishing stream that continued to bolster Wu Yuan’s cultivation. Spiritual light flickered in his eyes. “The effect is too good!” Wu Yuan muttered, his voice trembling with excitement. “If I had a few
Chapter 142: Sinking Gold Carp Wu Yuan’s fishing lessons had thoroughly befuddled Little Yellow. Even Little White, eavesdropping nearby with a half-eaten carrot in his paw, found himself tempted by the prospect of becoming a legendary “Dragon Fishing Master.” Of course, Wu Yuan wasn’t irresponsible. He assigned a Pangolin guard to shadow them, specifically tasked
Chapter 143: Changes in Polong Lake The Black Water Flood Dragon Snake pondered for a while, his vertical pupils constricting. Finally, he looked at the Red Refined Fire Snake, gritted his teeth, and said, “Brother, you should understand the value of a High-Grade Sinking Gold Carp. How about we wait for them to finish their
Chapter 144: Fishing in Troubled Waters Wu Yuan thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and made his decision. “Let One Ear go. Even if it stirs up a soul disaster, so be it.” “After all, it won’t be Little Green Mountain that suffers. At worst, after the water demons of Polong Lake are all
Chapter 145: The Five Spirit Clam Demons The screams outside the Beaver Water Fortress lasted all night. When dawn broke and the white mist dispersed, the surviving water demons surfaced fearfully to assess the situation. They discovered the water littered with mutilated corpses, each bearing vicious bite marks. The bodies were pale and withered, drained
Chapter 146: Sowing Discord “Have you seen any peculiar treasures in Polong Lake before?” Bibo carefully inquired of the ancient Jade Water Spirit Turtle. The old turtle blinked slowly. “I once saw a school of Sinking Gold Carp appear in a certain deep-water area. They are extremely rare Dragon-type spiritual creatures. Unfortunately, their strength was
Chapter 147: Attack and Kill On the surface of Polong Lake, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens. A massive crab demon raised pincers larger than its own body, clamping a fish demon in half. However, before it could even gloat, a stealthy Sword Shrimp lurking in the mud stabbed it from behind, piercing its
Chapter 148: Turning Against Each Other The Red Refined Fire Snake slapped the water surface, as if waking from a dream. Greed flickered in his eyes as he made an exorbitant demand. “I want fifty percent of the profits!” Without a word, the Winged Tiger turned and walked away into the mist. “If you don’t
Chapter 149: Wu Yuan’s Tremendous Improvement Wu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, rising from his nest in the treehouse as he concluded a full day of cultivation. Vast waves of Demon Power surged around his body like a turbulent tide, reverberating within the confined space. The air rippled visibly before the power slowly retracted into
Chapter 150: The Massive Spirit Mulberry Tree Wu Yuan had set aside time each day to forge Spirit Copper Spears, rewarding the most meritorious rat demons. Big Old Black, having watched the process for so long, eventually felt confident enough to try it himself. He would sneak leftover scraps of Spirit Copper and hammer away
Chapter 151: The Severely Injured One Ear Wu Yuan’s brows were locked tight, his gaze heavy with concern as he watched Little Gray and Little White work. The two small rodents were completely absorbed in their task, weaving a delicate healing art over One Ear. Soft, verdant spiritual light flickered between their paws, cascading into
Chapter 152: The Desperate Red Refined Fire Snake If the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake caught up to him now, death was a certainty. Riddled with wounds and with his Demon Power hovering near absolute zero, the Red Refined Fire Snake knew he had no cards left to play. Escape would be impossible. He forced
Chapter 153: Bamboozling the Red Refined Fire Snake The Winged Tiger rubbed his paws together, a sycophantic grin plastered across his face as he addressed the Red Refined Fire Snake. “You only need to feign an attack on the Beaver Water Fortress. Apply pressure. Force him into a corner,” the tiger wheedled. “That old beaver
Chapter 154: The Red Refined Fire Snake Attacks the Market Since arriving at Polong Lake, Bibo had fully leveraged the Beaver Clan’s ancestral talent for engineering. On the southern shore, a sprawling trading hub had risen from the mud, designed to serve as the economic bridge between the aquatic demon beasts of the lake and
Chapter 155: Ripping the Skeleton from the Snake Bibo sneered, his expression dripping with disdain. “Small body, big mouth.” “So, just because you hiss a command, this place belongs to you? We’re all supposed to bow down and obey?” Bibo picked his ear nonchalantly. “Did you drink too much lake water and get drunk? If
Chapter 156: A Fruitless Harvest Wu Yuan ignored the toxic, viscous slurry of snake blood coating his fur. Instead, he lifted the limp, severed torso of the Red Refined Fire Snake to his snout, squeezing the flesh like a sponge. Thick, dark crimson blood oozed out, dripping into his open maw. He swallowed it with
Chapter 157: Securing the Sinking Gold Carp Ultimately, Wu Yuan had only satisfied his gluttonous appetite; the raid yielded no usable spiritual items. To any outside observer, this large-scale military operation would appear to be a massive strategic failure—a lot of noise for a meal of snake meat. But Wu Yuan wasn’t anxious in the
Chapter 158: The Ritual of the Wild Demon Tribe Wu Yuan stood to the side, his eyes fixed intently on the hamster. Little Huang was completely absorbed in his work, tinkering with a sedated Sinking Gold Carp while muttering an incomprehensible chant. The scene was so absurd that Wu Yuan couldn’t help but interject. “Little
Chapter 159: The Black Water Flood Dragon Snake Descends Wu Yuan stood on the precipice overlooking the lake, his gaze burning like a torch. His voice, amplified by Demon Power, boomed across the water, causing ripples to spread outward. “Bibo! Is the formation ready?” Bibo stepped forward, stroking his graying whiskers with palpable pride. “Great
Chapter 160: Black Water Profound Thunder Wu Yuan sighed, his mood spoiled by the serpent’s hesitance. He looked up at the brooding storm clouds, his face a mask of dissatisfaction, and shouted. “The Black Water Flood Dragon Snake has already graced us with his presence! Why are you still hiding in the clouds like a
Chapter 161: Suppressing the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake Spiritual light flashed in Wu Yuan’s palm, and the Gu Duo mace materialized instantly. Fueled by his boundless Demon Power, the mace glowed with a sickly, dark-yellow aura. Its surface was stained with layers of dried blood—a testament to the countless Demon Beasts Wu Yuan had
Chapter 162: Captured Alive Wu Yuan didn’t engage further. He dissolved into a wisp of clear breeze and vanished from the jaws of the beast. Reappearing a short distance away, he stared coldly at his opponent. The Black Water Flood Dragon Snake didn’t dare pursue. He retracted his Flood Dragon Spear, which morphed back into
Chapter 163: A Turn of Events Wu Yuan stood quietly atop the ruins of the Beaver Water Fortress, watching as the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake was sent away by the combined efforts of the demons until its figure completely vanished from sight. The surrounding demons, having completed their respective tasks, dispersed one after another,
Chapter 164: Dissecting the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake Deep within the mine tunnel, the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake floated in mid-air, suspended like a macabre puppet. Though deep in slumber, his body still radiated a thick, oppressive Demonic Aura. Arcs of lightning flickered between his teeth with every breath. Above him, countless strands
Chapter 165: Extreme Utilization Wu Yuan ignored the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake’s silent screams. His attention was absolute, his mind synced with the silkworm threads. With a gentle tug of his claw, the silk tightened. The snake’s muscles began to spasm, rippling in waves as if manipulated by a puppeteer. Wu Yuan pulled harder.
Chapter 166: Talent, Nine Refinements of Filth The Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven snapped back, its voice dripping with grievance. “I am doing terribly!” “You shattered the Blood Water Pool, drained the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, and reaped all the rewards! Then you just waltzed off, leaving me to clean up your colossal mess!” “Do
Chapter 167: General Chef Wu Yuan counted exactly nine grains of Filth Spirit Sand. Each black bead was no larger than a grain of rice, yet they pulsed with a faint, eerie light. Sweeping his demonic sense over them, his vision instantly darkened, and a wave of vertigo struck his mind. This is no longer
Chapter 168: Shifting Cultivation Approach Wu Yuan admired the breathtaking tableau for a long moment before giving General Chef an approving nod. Understanding the silent command, the culinary prodigy uncorked a crystalline vial, pouring a generous measure of Hundred Flowers Spirit Brew directly into the bronze basin. The Silver Moon Fish and White Star Clams
Chapter 169: The Snake King’s Tribute Compared to the smooth, nourishing warmth of standard Blood Essence, the extract harvested from the Black Water Flood Dragon Snake was violently unhinged. It was a rampaging beast, tearing through Wu Yuan’s meridians with reckless abandon. Yet, to his mild surprise, his body devoured this savage energy with clinical
Chapter 170: Variant Spirit Snake Before long, the Fleshy Crest Snake King’s bloated silhouette appeared at the entrance of the ore vein cavern. He struggled violently, his grossly swollen belly wedged tight against the rock walls. He writhed and twisted, hissing in exertion as he fought to force his gelatinous bulk through the narrow opening.
Chapter 171: Dharma Treasure Embryo Connecting the dots, Wu Yuan looked down at the sycophantic serpent. “Snake King, you have resided in Snake Valley your entire life. Have you ever noticed any other anomalies?” The Fleshy Crest Snake King flinched, waving his tail frantically. “Great King, I beg of you, please do not call me
Chapter 172: Daoist Dragon Snake Wu Yuan fell into a heavy silence, his mind rapidly calculating how to handle the sentient Dharma Treasure Embryo. He was incredibly thankful that he hadn’t let greed cloud his judgment and rush headlong into Snake Valley. The consequences would have been fatal. He was equally thankful that he had
Chapter 173: The Pitiful State of Snake Valley The two horned snake demons writhed in sheer relief. They secretly rejoiced; finally, they were spared from the endless, grueling cycle of mating and laying eggs. Although their species was inherently driven to breed, the Snake King’s recent draconian quotas had hollowed them out. Their cultivation had
Chapter 174: The Dharma Treasure Embryo Reveals Itself “He demanded Spirit Stones!” the Snake King scoffed, scratching his bloated belly. “Where would I ever see something like that? I don’t even know what they look like!” He snorted derisively. “And besides, that so-called ‘True Dragon’ wasn’t even as long as my fangs. If he’s truly
Chapter 175: Dharma Treasure Takes Action ROAR! A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering bellow erupted from the abyss. A crimson flood dragon, wreathed in a tornado of soaring black-red flames, violently burst from the depths of Snake Valley. Its scarlet eyes locked onto Wu Yuan, radiating an endless, mindless frenzy of pure killing intent. This was a fire-attribute
Chapter 176: Capturing the Fire Flood Dragon Swish! Swish! Streaks of blood-red silkworm silk shot into the sky, interweaving into an inescapable heavenly net that firmly ensnared the thrashing fire flood dragon. [Blood-Binding Mystic Silkworm Formation]! The root system of the Spirit Mulberry tree extended throughout the entirety of Little Green Mountain, and the perimeter
Chapter 177: Bone Bowl Wu Yuan frowned slightly as he carefully calibrated his senses to the oppressive environment of the Spiritual Qi barren zone. “The atmosphere here isn’t just empty,” he murmured, his voice low. “There is a profound, inert force actively suffocating the environment. It’s forcefully suppressing my Demon Power and suffocating my blood
Chapter 178: The Ability of the Dharma Treasure The moment Wu Yuan lifted the bone bowl, the crystal-clear skeleton of Daoist Dragon Snake instantly lost its luster. It withered into a dull, lifeless gray before collapsing into a pile of fine ash, scattering into the subterranean winds. Only the small bowl in Wu Yuan’s paw
Chapter 179: Disintegration Dragon Transformation Ritual Big Old Black watched the cannibalistic frenzy with a face full of sheer horror. “Boss, isn’t that Sinking Gold Carp just going to get eaten alive?!” he asked, his eyes glued to the churning water of the cold pond. Bibo, however, narrowed his eyes, a glimmer of ancient recognition
Chapter 180: Nine Dragons Refining the World The surrounding Sinking Gold Carps were completely defenseless against the ascending apex predator. One by one, they were mercilessly torn apart, their scales shredded by dagger-like teeth and their flesh chewed into pulp before being swallowed whole. As the mutating runt gorged itself on its kin, dense layers
