The Rat Cultivator

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 frenzy with fierce gales.

Finally, the slurry of flesh, poison, and insects reached a critical point. The entire Corrupt Water Pool ignited.

BOOM!

The flames soared skyward like a volcanic eruption. The fire consumed the rich spiritual energy within the flesh, burning with a terrifying intensity. Dark green poisonous gases, gray resentment, and black fiendish energy were all scorched by the heat, dyeing the crimson flames with strange, magnificent hues of grayish-green.

The heat was so intense that the formation barrier itself began to distort, threatening to shatter.

Seeing this, Wu Yuan waved his hand.

“Activate the [Heaven and Earth Fiend Refining Spirit Extraction Formation] at full power!”

A howling gale roared like a primordial beast, compressing the chaotic mountain of fire into the center of the pool.

Wu Yuan watched quietly as the flames burned. They drew upon the surrounding flesh and blood for fuel, gradually shrinking the massive quagmire into a dense, concentrated sphere of flaming meat about a dozen cubic meters in size.

“A natural Dharma Treasure embryo!” Wu Yuan exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. “But it still lacks spirituality!”

“I didn’t go to such great lengths just to forge a mere Magical Artifact! I want to seize the Mosquito Mother’s essence, transform it into an Artifact Spirit, and pave the way for a future Dharma Treasure!”

Wu Yuan’s eyes flashed with spiritual light.

“Karma Pearl!”

“Where is the Mosquito Mother’s resurrection egg?!”

The power of the Karma Pearl traced the invisible threads of causality, piercing through the veil of secrecy.

[White Intelligence: The Mosquito Mother’s resurrection egg is located five hundred li to the west.]

An image flooded Wu Yuan’s mind: a small, unassuming puddle in the Azure Spirit Mountain Range. Small animals drank from its edge, completely unaware of the stone-like egg buried quietly in the mud at the bottom.

Such puddles were ubiquitous. On Little Green Mountain alone, there were thousands. Finding this specific egg by ordinary means would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Given enough time, the Mosquito Mother would be reborn from it, her consciousness transferring the moment her main body died.

“Pangolin!”

Wu Yuan barked the order. “Go immediately! Five hundred li west. Bring back that stone egg!”

The Pangolin, sharing a mental connection with Wu Yuan, understood instantly. It was the only choice for a rapid underground retrieval. Without a word, it burrowed into the earth and vanished, leaving only a faint tremor in its wake.

While the Pangolin raced against time, Wu Yuan adjusted the wind formation to block all sight from the outside world. He formed new hand seals, sprinkling Creation Power—derived from the Emperor Fluid—into the blood flames.

The flames seemed to come alive, harmonizing with Wu Yuan’s aura. The flesh sphere, which had stabilized, began to writhe again, as if something were trying to hatch from within.

Wu Yuan raised his head and shouted at the sky.

“Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven! Grant me a Providence Blessing!”

“Ensure the success of this forging! With this artifact, I will be invincible in the Qi Refining realm!”

The Grotto-Heaven Spirit remained silent, likely annoyed at being treated like a vending machine, but a subtle shift in the atmospheric pressure indicated its tacit support.

Not long after, the ground erupted.

The Pangolin rushed back, gasping for breath. It opened its mouth and spat out a stone ball covered in mud. It looked utterly unremarkable—just a rock.

Wu Yuan picked it up, carefully peeling off the mud shell.

Even with his demonic senses, it felt like a stone. It smelled like a stone.

Wu Yuan chuckled, his voice dripping with conviction. “Mosquito Mother, how long do you plan to keep hiding?”

The stone egg in his hand immediately began to shake frantically. A voice screamed from within, filled with shock and terror.

“How did you know?!”

“How is this possible?! This is the supreme secret of my race! You absolutely couldn’t have known!”

Even the Azure Radiance Grotto-Heaven gasped in Wu Yuan’s mind.

“How?!” the Spirit demanded. “Even I couldn’t detect this resurrection egg!”

The Blood-Winged Black Mosquito Mother was ranked in the top five hundred of the World’s Strange Insect Ranking not just for her combat power, but for her terrifying survivability.

A Qi Refining stage Mosquito Mother could lay one resurrection egg. Upon death, her consciousness would transfer instantly and undetectably. She would be reborn with half her cultivation intact. Unless her body and soul were annihilated simultaneously by a Nascent Soul expert, killing her was almost impossible.

In ancient times, a Nascent Soul Mosquito Mother had once unleashed a Blood Calamity that forced entire sects to hide in sealed Grotto-Heavens, wiping out all life on the surface. Since then, the cultivation world had developed a unified consensus: kill Mosquito Mothers on sight.

And with that consensus came research.

Ancient cultivators had developed eighteen methods for utilizing a captured Mosquito Mother: forging, alchemy, spellcraft, puppetry…

Among the texts One Ear had retrieved, there was a bamboo slip detailing a forging method. It was simple, brutal, and perfect for Wu Yuan’s current resources.

Wu Yuan held the vibrating egg, his eyes cold.

“You thought you could restart the game? Sorry. I’m taking your save file.”

“And your life.”