Chapter 5110 — Are You Out of Your Mind?
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"That overgrown worm—you raised it?" Ergoudan's attention had never once left the blood-red giant worm. By now nearly half its body had pushed up out of the ground, rearing upright a good seven or eight meters tall, and if you counted its full length it was a monster of at least a dozen meters or more.
"Worm? Hmph, you ignorant fool—this is a Blood Corpse Worm, a thing that has existed since the primeval age. It's only that the creature is so savage and dreadful that in its maddest days it threw the whole world into chaos, and so from the primeval age onward the entire cultivation world listed it as a forbidden beast to be rooted out completely—kill every one you see, let no man keep one on his own. But as ill luck would have it, the old ancestors of our Evil-Warding Sect secretly froze a few larvae away. The larvae are no bigger than a fingertip—no one else could ever have found them." Sun Baixu spoke with smug satisfaction.
To prattle on endlessly at a simpleton—by any measure, that was a foolish thing to do. Yet it was not hard to understand. It was like carving a flawless work of art: any man would want to show it off to outsiders. It was only a pity that for now it could not see the light of day, and so he could only seek his satisfaction in Ergoudan—after all, in his eyes Ergoudan was already a dead man, thoroughly dead, and to a dead man, of course, you could say anything at all.
Ergoudan listened and understood not a word. He still did not even know what the Primeval Alliance was, and had even less notion of any Evil-Warding Sect. Sun Baixu might as well have been playing the lute to a cow.
Yet even playing the lute to a cow, Sun Baixu played with relish: "To raise a Blood Corpse Worm to full size, it must feed ceaselessly on the essence-blood of every kind of living thing. That can't be done in the Primeval backwaters—once discovered, there'd be no burying-place for your corpse. So I've been waiting for my chance, and the secular world's trial is the best chance of all! Heh heh, give me half a year and I'll raise this Blood Corpse Worm into a true colossus. By then it won't matter if the Primeval Alliance takes notice—let a Golden Core expert come at me and he'll only be courting death. From then on, under heaven, I alone am supreme!"
By this point Ergoudan had at last understood a little. He looked Sun Baixu up and down and said, "Are you out of your mind?"
"What did you say?!" Sun Baixu was wallowing in his splendid fantasy, unable to tear himself away, when those four words struck him and nearly bent his nose out of shape with rage. Such a perfect plan, and a man called it madness—and such a grinning simpleton of a man at that! This was beyond all bearing!
"I said, are you sick or something? Raise one ugly freak of a worm and you think you're invincible? Did a donkey kick you in the head?" Ergoudan's expression was dead serious. He sincerely believed that this Sun Baixu was a lunatic—and a lunatic who was sick in no small way.
"You're asking for death!" Sun Baixu flew into a towering rage. He had meant to let the simpleton live a while longer—even if the fellow could never fully grasp his grand plan, at least he should be left overawed and baffled by it. Who could have guessed Ergoudan would be so utterly obtuse? At once he pointed at Ergoudan and commanded the Blood Corpse Worm: "Eat him!"
Strictly speaking, the Blood Corpse Worm could not be counted a spirit beast in the proper sense. It did not nourish itself on the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, nor did it possess a spirit beast's intelligence—yet once it truly matured, it possessed the terrifying power to lay waste to heaven and earth. If one insisted on a precise definition, it was a savage beast of the wild.