Chapter 4295 — A New King of the Spirit Beasts?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Since the spirit beast clan wholly followed the principle of the strong ruling, and the King of the Spirit Beasts was long gone—and by now a new king had even taken the throne; a new dynasty brings new ministers, as the saying goes—surely they would not remain so devoted to the command of the previous king...
"The words themselves likely carry little binding force; the key is that a natural heaven-thunder formation lies upon the altar. You human cultivators may walk up there without harm, but if we spirit beasts do, we shall be blasted by fivefold thunder..." the great spider said with a bitter smile and a shake of its head.
"Such a thing exists? Then that explains it." Only then did Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao understand. They had never imagined that gathering the Star-Ink Milk, so easy for humans, should prove so difficult for the spirit beast clan.
"And so, to gather the Star-Ink Milk, we have ceaselessly leaked word in secret—we even went out of our way to beg other members of the spirit beast clan to let slip, when the chance came, a few maps and intelligence that looked highly confidential. All to lure human cultivators here to take the Star-Ink Milk, and then the two of us lie in wait at the teleportation array's gate—heh heh..." The great fire lion laughed smugly.
"Good grief, the two of you have a fine little racket going with this zero-cost business..." Wei Zhao and Huang Xiaotao were speechless.
Thinking back now, Chang Daoping had kept boasting of how close he was with the spirit beast clan's deacons, which was how he had obtained that exceedingly core and confidential layout map of the ruins. So it had all been the scheme of these two rascals—they had simply been toying with him. And he had been so smug about it! If he ever learned the cruel truth of it, he would likely burst into tears.
Only now did Wei Zhao fully understand. No wonder this dead city was not so rotted and ruined as he had imagined, no wonder the streets held so little dust. The whole so-called ruins of Aoduo Cultivation City had been a trap from first to last.
Once a top-grade bait like the Star-Ink Milk was set out, not a single human cultivator could likely resist it. They would toil all the way here, only to end up as unpaid labor—and on top of that lose every possession they had. Truly, they would weep and find no tears.
"Heh heh, it's a ready-made zero-cost business—who wouldn't take it? This is exactly what we came for; otherwise, who would want to stand guard in this godforsaken place?" The great fire lion and the great spider exchanged a smile.
Without such extra income, neither of them would have been willing to serve as guardians of these ruins. Relying solely on the pittance of mission rewards doled out by the spirit beast clan, they would never advance a single inch in this lifetime.
After all, things were different now from their days in the mortal world—they were both late Nascent Soul now, and such meager resources were nowhere near enough for their cultivation. A man grows rich only by windfalls, as the saying goes, and a horse grows fat only on night grass; without a side trade, where would the grease come from?
In truth, if the sole aim were to gather the Star-Ink Milk, there was a far simpler and more convenient method: simply seize a human and have him gather the Star-Ink Milk at the altar, and the whole matter would be settled with ease. (To be continued) R655