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In the Holy Sect Drum Hall, Master Jiao Zhu was engulfed in a wave of anger, declaring a stern "no entry" as he sat inside.
The surrounding people prudently withdrew, leaving only two guardians.
The two guardians, a man and a woman, had their lips sewn shut with purple thread, enduring some sort of silent torture, their appearances quite bizarre.
After a while, footsteps could be heard.
Jiao Liecheng entered the hall and noticed that there was neither a disciple nor a servant around. Seeing his master’s chest heaving violently and his whole being exuding an aura fierce as a tiger, he roughly understood.
"Uncle, have you made any progress?" Jiao Liecheng stepped forward and asked.
"Hmph, do you know what cultivation that bastard has now?" Master Jiao Zhu said coldly.
Jiao Liecheng wasn’t sure either; the opponent was indeed stronger than him, but he didn’t dare to conclude what realm they had reached.
"Forget it, I didn’t expect much from you. That thief Cai Huang is indeed injured. Even though he tried hard to conceal it, his strength is probably less than sixty percent," Master Jiao Zhu said.
"Isn’t that just perfect?" Jiao Liecheng immediately showed a gleeful expression.
"Go and handle it!" Master Jiao Zhu said.
"I won’t disappoint you again, uncle." Jiao Liecheng immediately bowed.
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In the Maple Forest Inner Court,
Cai Huang was pacing within the room.
It was apparent that he was extremely frustrated. On one hand, he couldn’t clear the congestion in his blood, and on the other, Jiao Zhu was ready to mount an attack on him.
Finally, Cai Huang seemed to have made up his mind, calling out to Wu Hen outside the house.
"Cai Ting, make sure the Nine-clawed Golden Eagle is well taken care of, then have Cai Ni send it back to Jiao Zhu," Cai Huang said.
From the kitchen, Wu Hen peeked his head out, his hand holding a greasy, golden piece of bird leg meat, appearing as though he hadn’t quite heard what was said, "Master, did you just say either poached or crispy, because I’ve already braised it..."
"You… you… you’ve already started eating??" Cai Huang widened his eyes in disbelief at Wu Hen.
Wu Hen nodded, not forgetting to swallow the delicious meat in his mouth.
Cai Huang was dumbfounded.
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After all, it was a Sacred Bird; even just bleeding and plucking would take half a day, yet within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wu Hen had already braised the Golden Eagle in the kitchen?
"Yes, when I was wandering outside, I learned this skill from some Ancient Clan people, solely from practice," Wu Hen said.
In the Scroll Realm, Wu Hen started from plucking, skinning, and deboning. He would guarantee everything done within ten minutes for a Mythical Species because of his diligence, eventually earning him and Du Mao the title of "Butcher of the Year" at Red Snow Village!
This Sacred Bird, not even qualifying as a Mythical Species, took less than five minutes to be cleanly prepared.
"Fine… fine, but this means Jiao Zhu has completely set his sights on you, you need to be very careful from now on," Cai Huang said helplessly.
After thinking it over, he felt there was no need to break ties with Jiao Zhu right away. By appeasing him, he could survive a few more years. If a real crisis arose where neither could escape unscathed, he wasn’t certain of coming out unhurt.
Now that Wu Hen had already devoured someone else’s Nine-clawed Sacred Bird, it was about time to prepare a substantial gift to see if they could smooth things over.
"Master, do you still want the soup?" Wu Hen asked.
"No, no more, I need to rest. Don’t leave this court, understand!" Cai Huang instructed.
"Okay, Master."
Enjoying the meal alone, Wu Hen felt even happier.
Having reached the Third Rank of taste, his body’s absorption efficiency was higher. Eating this whole, high-nutrition, unpolluted Sacred Bird would easily allow him to breakthrough to the Fourth Rank Physique.
In the courtyard, as Wu Hen bit into the meat happily, he squinted towards the door of Cai Huang’s room that had just closed.
"This Old Deng, claiming to keep me here for my complete protection, is clearly not concerned about that!"
"From the attitude of Master Jiao Zhu earlier, he indeed harbors discontent towards himself, but he didn’t even regard my insignificant role as human."
"Jiao Zhu’s visit was to test Cai Huang, including using the Golden Eagle to attack me, observing Cai Huang’s reaction to see if he was genuinely blocked and hurt, or had advanced but pretended to be weak."
The power of the Totem Sacred Sect comes from the Essence Qi of the bloodline, and a deficiency in qi and blood is visible.
Initially, Wu Hen had thought of connecting with Old Deng to confront Master Jiao Zhu together.
But such incompetent Old Deng, lost in his own meditation and training, ended up harming himself…
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And not only that, he’d even gone out of his way to knock him down.
Plainly speaking, Cai Huang was fearful that Jiao Zhu would seize the chance to take his life while he was ill, thus he placed the rapidly advancing own in here to guard him!
"If that’s the case, then this is going to be interesting."
"I was previously worried about how to make these two scheming masters enter into a deadly fight."
"I never thought that Cai Huang would spontaneously create a perfect opportunity for me," Wu Hen mused.
During their time together, Wu Hen had seen exactly what kind of man Old Deng Cai Huang was.
Indecisive and weak—someone had outright insulted him today, and he remained indifferent. Had it not been for Wu Hen’s quick actions to stew the Golden Eagle, Cai Huang had even thought about returning the vicious bird to its owner, epitomizing the ultimate embodiment of spinelessness!
With such a character, it would be extremely difficult for him to scheme against Master Jiao Zhu, who was stronger than he was.
Fortunately, Cai Huang’s weakness was juxtaposed by Master Jiao Zhu’s unusually domineering and despotic nature.
Wu Hen had a premonition that even without his intervention, Master Jiao Zhu would seize this perfect opportunity to deal with Cai Huang, the only one who could pose a threat to him!
All he needed to do was watch as events unfolded.
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After eating his fill, Wu Hen sat down on the ground.
The spiritual energy was thin, but it no longer affected Wu Hen’s ability to breathe and meditate; he could now gather spiritual charm from beyond Red Port. He estimated that even without this pot of Nine-clawed Golden Eagle meat, it wouldn’t be long before he could complete his evolution.
Inside his body, a warm current roamed; his blood had turned a gleaming golden color, and every inch of his bones emitted a holy grace, lightly veiled in a pale azure glow that enveloped his body, making him resemble a saintly Buddha’s child, meditating here on the universe’s grand laws.
Other Spirit Awakeners who evolved their physiques often experienced exaggerated noises of cracking bones and tearing skin, especially those on the path of mutation—their advanced physiques could even develop new organs or weapons such as meat shells, leather armors, or bone spurs, vastly increasing both their defensive and offensive capabilities.
Yet, Wu Hen’s evolution was as quiet as moisturizing rain, as if this evolution was a natural conclusion.
The absence of drastic changes, rather, indicated the solidity and strength of Wu Hen’s body; every inch of skin, each muscle, every bone, every strand of sinew, and every organ had been precisely sculpted to achieve a nearly perfect balance.
Just like the perfect warrior of the Insect Race—the tyrant tiger armor!
This creature also lacked extreme, abnormal limbs, but its body’s coordination, speed, strength, and burst potential had no weaknesses.
Now, Wu Hen believed that even without using any Divine Skills, he was capable of contending with a tyrant tiger armor at its peak strength.
While there were numerous creatures stronger than the tyrant tiger armor in Red Port, one had to admit that the pure physical strength displayed by this insect, without any Divine Power Laws, was something humans couldn’t hope to rival.
Now that his own pure physical strength had reached the level of the tyrant tiger armor, Wu Hen was profoundly satisfied.
All his abilities were based on his physique, including his soul.
A strong, perfect physique could elevate the brilliance of the soul, and a sufficiently brilliant soul could significantly enhance all Divine Power Laws that relied on it!
Wu Hen slowly opened his eyes.
He didn’t need to run wildly in the mountains, nor did he need to roar loudly or punch mountains.
He was well aware that his physique had transcended the ordinary.
Compared to before, genuinely calculating how many times stronger or faster he was than an ordinary human...
This moment was completely unnecessary; his speed and strength had already broken free from human genetic constraints and reached the level of alien insects, measurable by a hundredfold his body length and weight!
"Even if facing the Purple Robed Master in his prime, I could now contend!"
Summoning all of his abilities, Wu Hen proudly stood at the pinnacle of Red Port, a First-class Heavenly Brilliance!
Moreover, Wu Hen knew his strongest weapon was not yet deployed.
Little Yi was still evolving the laws.
After swallowing Death Omen Yuan You, it had fallen into a deep slumber.
Wu Hen had a premonition that the Divine Power Laws that Little Yi evolved would not be inferior to those of a Hua Chen life, holding a trump card in his hand—even if something went wrong with this escape plan, he had an additional means to shake a high-dimensional insect.
In all his discussions with Li Feng, Wu Hen’s inner peace had never truly settled.
This otherworldly walk was filled with incredible elements, including this high-dimensional insects’ Human Circle. If not for Li Feng’s extraordinary wisdom, humans would be true vassals within a tank, believing themselves to live comfortably while not realizing how cruel this comfort was behind the scenes!
From a pile of virtual data, to a group treated like livestock...
Essentially, there had been no change, truly plunging a species into extreme despair.
Yet, watching his body continuously evolve and his soul emit dazzling brilliance, Wu Hen no longer felt as pessimistic as before about how humans should exist.
In the vast exotic realm, one can’t see the top of the food chain.
Just as the ancients could never understand what lay beyond the universe.
But this never stopped humanity from traversing one boundary mountain after another.
Wu Hen could now clearly feel that he had passed over his most vulnerable stage and was no longer a mayfly of this universe.
He looked up at the vast starry sky, the radiance from his Crown now reflecting in a corner of the heavens; even though it was faint, unnoticeable to other lives in the desert, once such a radiance formed and turned into a Star Radiance that illuminated the earth, it was no longer ethereal!
From being denied as a form of life, merely a pile of virtual data;
From a tiny chip leaf, emitting a dim moth-like glow;
To now, soon to inscribe his soul in the star dome, existing as a Heavenly Light, as a Hua Chen life, sufficiently proving that however a creature inhabits doesn’t matter, what matters is in what form it ultimately exists!