What astonishing divine arts!
The little beast possessed strange and wondrous powers, truly remarkable. Xiao Chen was flung up and down, tossed east and west, turned into a plaything by this creature he had picked up.
"He he..." The snowy white ball of fluff let out a laugh like a child’s, its large bright eyes blinking rapidly.
Xiao Chen felt like fainting. What was this? He found it absurd—never before had he seen such a bizarre spirit beast. His cultivation was already outstanding, enough to defeat even the young barbarian powerhouse Kao. Yet before this little creature, he felt a wave of helplessness.
The small thing knew a strange binding art, not a killing technique, but more than enough for self-defense and tormenting others. Xiao Chen was trapped in a white light, unable to break free, tossed back and forth in midair by the creature. It was maddening!
"Ya ya..."
Looking down, Xiao Chen saw the white beast grab the roasted goat leg he had prepared and eat it with relish, while occasionally glancing at him with big black eyes, constantly reinforcing the binding spell, refusing to let him down. Xiao Chen was nearly frantic.
Not far away, the three skeletons carefully picked up their scattered bones and reattached them one by one. They looked at Xiao Chen soaring up and down, then, utterly disloyal, slinked away like thieves.
"Yiya yaya..." The white beast called out. The three skeletons trudged back, utterly dejected.
Perhaps having never tasted cooked food seasoned with sea salt, the little beast ate most of the golden, sizzling leg, its belly round and tight. It lay on the ground, barely able to move, but content. It blinked its big eyes and finally released Xiao Chen from the air.
Xiao Chen had been tormented for half an hour and felt utterly exhausted. He had still failed to break the white light; it was the beast that freed him. The binding art was indeed powerful.
Before Xiao Chen could recover, the white beast hugged the Little Sacred Tree to its chest and fell into a deep sleep.
When Xiao Chen approached, the three skeletons gestured wildly with their bony claws, their jaws clattering as if trying to explain, as if telling him they hadn't meant to be disloyal.
"What exactly is this beast?"
"Clack clack..."
"Is it related to this Little Sacred Tree?"
"Clack clack..."
"You mean it's the original owner of the little tree?"
"Clack clack..." The three skeletons nodded vigorously.
That single piece of information explained everything. The rightful owner had come to reclaim its property. But this white beast was terrifying—seemingly harmless, yet possessing a fearsome binding art. Who knew what other powers it might have?
Night fell, firelight flickered among the trees. The white beast clutched the Little Sacred Tree, which was rooted in an ancient tree stump, and even in sleep it smacked its lips like a sweet baby.
What kind of spirit beast was this? It possessed extraordinary divine abilities. If not for its furry body, Xiao Chen would have taken it for a Bound Dragon.
He recalled the day he had dug up the sacred sapling. The Light Holy Dragon had been disturbed and roared incessantly. He hadn't seen exactly what happened, but he suspected this white beast was the cause. That suggested it was no ordinary creature. He wondered how it would compare to those Bound Dragons.
Though the beast had given him a rough time, it had not harmed him. Moreover, they had stolen its treasure tree in the first place. Xiao Chen felt no resentment or murderous intent toward it.
He could be ruthless toward enemies, but he could not bring himself to harm this creature, which slept so peacefully and trustingly, like a little baby.
Xiao Chen was not naive; he was not the sort of gentleman who would remain unmoved by a beautiful woman. He was a normal man, susceptible to power, beauty, treasure. But he had his own code of conduct—some things he did, others he did not. He was neither purely good nor purely evil, but he had drawn a line for himself. He considered himself a "good person" after all.
At dawn, the white beast opened its bright eyes. When it smelled the roasting meat, its belly growled. It grabbed its tree and scrambled up, then sat down beside Xiao Chen, staring hungrily at the golden venison.
When Xiao Chen handed it the juicy meat, it sniffed eagerly and took it joyfully.
While the beast ate, Xiao Chen noticed that the Little Sacred Tree's roots, exposed to the air for so long, had gradually dimmed, losing their seven-colored radiance until they looked ordinary.
Whether the beast understood or not, Xiao Chen organized his words and spoke his mind. The creature looked at him curiously, then, in front of him, stomped on and tore at the tree before proudly hugging it and holding it up for Xiao Chen to see.
Xiao Chen was startled. This little thing had no regard for the treasure tree—what a waste! But surprisingly, the tree was unharmed. Its trunk, leaves, and roots were all exceptionally tough and resilient.
The beast seemed to understand Xiao Chen's thoughts. After "abusing" the Little Sacred Tree, it placed it on the roots of an old tree, and soon the tree burst into brilliant seven-colored light again.
Xiao Chen understood: this was truly a treasure tree, incredibly tenacious, and there was no need to worry about damaging it. He tried pulling a root, but found it as tough as fine gold, impossible to break.
No wonder the little beast wasn't too anxious about the tree, discarding it after use. Its resilience was extraordinary.
Under the morning sun, Xiao Chen and the three skeletons set out. The little beast, clutching its treasure tree, waved its paw reluctantly in farewell, very human-like, as if it had grown fond of these thieves.
Xiao Chen's injuries had mostly healed. He decided to strike hard against the Tree-Man Valley. Though those tree-men were immensely strong, they were transformed ancient trees. If he set a merciless fire in the valley, he was sure they would fear the flames.
In battle, he had always been decisive and ruthless, never foolishly merciful.
Along the way, they found traces of many cultivators. Dragon Island was now a mix of all kinds, growing increasingly chaotic.
Xiao Chen had seen cultivators' corpses in several places, some still warm, blood staining the forest. Entering Dragon Island meant joining a game of death.
Practitioners at the Demigod realm bore the word "god." From the Fallen Angel's actions earlier, she seemed deeply wary of Dragon Island. After driving the Light Holy Dragon onto the island, she had quickly departed. The island, sealed with sinister power, seemed to greatly affect even Demigod-level experts, making them afraid to approach.
What about Spirit-Treasury realm experts? He might encounter them soon.
Xiao Chen decided to avoid other cultivators on Dragon Island as much as possible to prevent unnecessary conflict and danger.
As they traveled, Xiao Chen felt someone was following him. After using his mystic art to scare off a low-flying Spellmaster, he still sensed someone behind him. Only when he suddenly dashed backward for the ninth time did he see the tracker: the snow-white ball of fur.
The little beast looked amusing—it had placed the Sacred Tree on its head like a hat, with roots wrapped around its ears. Without its luster, the sapling seemed ordinary, revealing nothing special.
It blinked its big eyes, meeting Xiao Chen's gaze, full of intelligence.
It was just that creature. Xiao Chen smiled and continued on.
The beast no longer hid. It followed them openly, and finally jumped onto the head of the Reincarnation King, squatting there. The Reincarnation King looked rather annoyed.
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