I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Chapter 566: Chapter 233: Kui Spirit! (Part 2)

As they spoke, the Profound Bird Dharma Form, which had grown to a size of two hundred zhang, had already been devoured by the little chubby boy, who had eaten it from the tail to the body, by about forty or fifty zhang.

Screech!

With a piercing cry, the Profound Bird Dharma Form, bitten and crippled, shattered inch by inch, transforming into a sky full of green wind swirling around.

"Don’t leave!"

Within the green light, a bird bone about a foot in size swiftly flew towards the Great Witch Priest.

The little chubby boy’s eyes lit up, and in a flash, he reached out towards the bird bone.

At this moment, a crack had already appeared on the bird bone, along with a few blurred teeth marks. The beast patterns on it shimmered with green light, crackling.

Seeing the inherited bird bone bitten by a little Human Race kid and bearing scars, the Great Witch Priest chanted a spell, and a raging wind transformed into a sky full of Wind Blades, engulfing the little chubby boy, swearing to tear him to pieces.

The little chubby boy quickly shrank into the Kui Drum, allowing the Wind Blades to strike the drum body and be blown away by the raging wind.

"Kui Ox War Drum!"

Lord Ao Mountain was the first to react.

This...

Didn’t hear the drum sound, where’s the Great Elder?

The other Lords also came to their senses, looking at the drum covered with Kui Ox patterns and then at Lord Ao Mountain, each with a look of astonishment.

Wasn’t it said that the Kui Drum was lifeless, as if dead?

Well, Lord Ao Mountain has a sharp face like a monkey’s, indeed not honest.

The little chubby boy was blown away by the wind for dozens of miles before he drilled out of the Kui Drum, swiftly flying back with it.

The fierce wind, enough to tear any Tier Four apart, seemed to have no effect on him.

Seeing this, the Great Witch Priest chanted the spell again, and a Wind Arrow shot swiftly towards the little chubby boy.

With a pop, the arrow pierced through the little chubby boy’s skull, bursting into a cluster of spiritual light.

Yet the exploding spiritual light merged into the Kui Drum, lighting up one Kui Pattern after another, then reforming into the little chubby boy.

"Old thing, how dare you attack your elder!"

The little chubby boy darted at the Great Witch Priest like a bolt of lightning.

As a Great Wizard, though his physical body was not as frail anymore, he was still unaccustomed to being approached.

He retreated while stirring up the wind to blow the little chubby boy away again.

The little chubby boy, returning anew, no longer acted. His rolling eyes glared at the Elder Witch Priest.

"Old man, no matter how well you’ve covered yourself, you can’t hide that you’ve turned into a bird person. Give me the bird bone in your hand, and I’ll grant you the method to return to your ancestral form!"

"Even forsaking your ancestors, I see you’re going against Celestial Spirit. You still have time to turn back now."

The little chubby boy spoke with a childish voice but assumed a pretentiously mature demeanor, which not only lacked authority but also seemed quite amusing.

"Back when Little Yong took the wrong path, it was upon my guidance that he broke through to Tier Seven instantly, becoming the Arch-Hero of the era."

"Though you’re indeed a decrepit body, our ancestor won’t despise you. Quickly hand over the bird bone in your hand to me, consider it a token of my gratitude for gifting you the Divine Techniques."

"As for you attacking me just now, magnanimous as I am, I won’t pursue it."

As his words fell, another gust of ferocious wind struck, seeing this, the little chubby boy stood on the war drum with hands on hips, looking exasperated.

"Old thing, serves you right to be stuck at Tier Five Early Stage at such an old age, have no sense of variation at all"

"And you all, you’re just a bunch of odd-looking fruits on a crooked tree, you’ve all taken the wrong path of cultivation.

Offer up your Witch Weapons for me to have a taste, and I’ll grant you a superior cultivation method, straight to Tier Five, Tier Six, even up to Tier Seven!"

"Back then Little Yong... oh, right, you wouldn’t know who Little Yong is."

"Back then, you all called him Marquis."

...

In one sentence, he not only rendered everyone inwardly scorched but also subconsciously calmed the wind tide.

Marquis Yongshan, Little Yong?

According to Yongyi’s rumors, the Kui Ox War Drum was crafted by Marquis Yongshan himself after hunting the Kui Ox, in those rumors he was said to be Tier Six, not Tier Seven.

The discrepancy in rumors is quite significant.

Yet looking at this little kid, his words don’t seem credible enough.

Noticing everyone’s astonishment, the little chubby boy lifted his chin proudly and declared, "A bunch of crooked fruits, if you don’t curry favor with me now, you’ll have no chance later."

"And you, want to advance to Tier Five Middle Stage? I can help you."

"Kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, present the bird bone as a disciple gift, and I’ll grant you the Bone Marrow Cleansing Technique to reclaim your Human Race lineage."

As his words ended, the little chubby boy vanished from where he stood,

Crack!

The Great Witch Priest suddenly turned pale, having already expended too much spiritual power using the Ancestral Artifact.

A sudden heaviness was felt in his hand, and the bird bone cracked with a snap.

Being spiritually entwined with the bird bone, he naturally felt its impact upon breaking.

At this moment, the elder witch priest couldn’t hold back any longer; a mouthful of old blood surged forth.

Quickly chanting spells, he conjured a giant hand from the whirlwind in void, reaching towards the little fatty.

Yet the little fatty was quick; he darted away from the giant hand in a flash.

The war drum resounded in the high air, breaking through the fierce gale, coming close to Shen Can.

Shen Can, who had long sensed the anomaly, had already tucked away the Heaven-Encompassing Tower within the old tree.

Unexpectedly, the little fatty, charging through, winked at him across the Witch Array.

"Hey kid, long time no see."

Shen Can surely understood the implications behind this saying.

It felt like ages ago when he first heard the Kui Ox War Drum; decades had passed in the blink of an eye.

He had been thinking of reclaiming the war drum, only for it to come on its own.

"Quick, open the door, let me in, I won’t eat your tower."

As soon as the little fatty spoke, the Kui Drum dashed into the Grand Array.

After entering the array, he first hugged the bird bone and gave it a suck, then spat, "Ptooey, what is this thing? How come even the marrow’s gone."

Next, he looked up at the pursuing elder witch priest, "This bloodline power is so diluted that not even the taste can be discerned. Still, you treasure this junk."

"At this rate, you’re pretty worthless!"

Suddenly, the little fatty cast his gaze towards Shen Can, "His blood is tastier than yours!"

Upon the Grand Array, the great witch priest’s face grew sombre. The ancestral relic had shattered, and what’s more, it was the only piece in the Holy Envoy Race that held a trace of Profound Bird bloodline.

Now, it was utterly ruined.

As the guardian of the Yongyi Human Race on behalf of the Holy Spirit Race, he was not unaware of the rumors about the Yongshan Bo Division.

But the small Yong mountain had long been destroyed by the magnificent Holy Spirit.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, a remnant artifact spirit of a witch artifact was still lurking.

"I keep my word; throw down the remaining half of the bird bone, and I’ll bestow upon you the method of bloodline refinement.

Honorable member of the Human Race, what’s the point of becoming a bird? You never had one!

Back in the day, Little Yong followed me to cultivate, which led to his unparalleled battlefield accomplishments, and I wouldn’t give the chance to just anyone."

"Silence, you remnant!"

The great witch priest shouted coldly.

The little fatty stood atop the Kui Drum, utterly unafraid of the great witch priest’s wrathful rebukes, "Come down and bite me then!"

Soon, he snapped back, "You’re the remnant; your whole race is the remnant, back then you should’ve all been exterminated and turned into a soup for me to drink!"

"Remnant!"

"You’re the remnant!"

Up and down the Grand Array, two figures bickered loudly.

"Come down here!"

The little fatty akimbo, eyes rolling wildly, "You’re the remnant, I’m generous enough thinking to give you a chance to mend your ways.

Now you’ve angered me; I won’t give you any chance, clean your neck and wait to be chopped."

"A bunch of remnants, perhaps you don’t even know what really happened back then."

"Hey, I’ll kindly tell you!"

"Your lousy bird is dead!"

"Silence, you ignorant brat! The great Holy Spirit governs the lands far and wide, countless tribes bow beneath the feet of the Holy Spirit, and my Holy Envoy Race guards Yongyi on behalf of the Holy Spirit, basking in divine grace.

I care not if you were left from eight thousand years ago, or a newly birthed existence.

You show no reverence to the Holy Spirit while acting mysteriously before me; I shall suppress those insolent ones among you."

...

Inside the grand array, the little fatty suddenly zoomed in front of Shen Can.

"Oh no, I’ve ticked it off. Can your grand array withstand this bird man’s fury?"

The little fatty shook Shen Can’s sleeve fervently.

Seeing Shen Can’s strange gaze upon him, he rubbed his little hands, "What are you looking at? If this bird man goes berserk, taking out some ancestral divine artifact, I can only assure my survival."

"I can’t guarantee you!"

"Stop looking at me, had I possessed that combat strength, I would have long ago joined Little Yong in fighting that stinking bird!"

Shen Can: "..."