The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Discovering the Secret

While Chloe was still entangled in the resonance dimension, outside, Edward had gradually woken up.

His vision was slightly blurred, and it took a while for it to clear up. Just waking up, Edward was frightened out of his wits by the scene before him.

He was currently lying right at the edge of a cliff, with boiling lava below. Edward was so scared he almost hissed. No, actually he had already hissed softly, but the person behind him was still busy beating someone, completely not hearing it.

Edward shifted slightly back, keeping a safe distance for himself. After that, he finally had time to look back at where the swishing sounds of something cutting through the air were coming from.

He shouldn’t have looked; the moment he did, Edward’s snake pupils instantly contracted into a straight line.

That Temple Master who had been missing for many days was currently standing with his back to him, holding a thorny whip, ceaselessly whipping the little white tiger suspended on the sacrificial pillar.

Looking at the once chubby tiger cub now so skinny it was just skin and bones, beaten until its entire body was covered in blood, a thick killing intent rose in Edward’s heart.

[Do not move!]

A soft shout rang out in Edward’s mind. Only then did Edward notice that, besides the Temple Master and Wofu, on the sacrificial altar to the right, there was also a beastman equally suspended on a cross-shaped rack. Edward stared at him. The beastman slightly opened his eyes to look, then closed them again, and that weak voice echoed in Edward’s mind once more: [Do not let him discover you are awake, just observe quietly. He can still endure it.]

After sending the message to him, the beastman immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, degenerating back into his beast form. It seemed this beastman’s Beast Force was completely depleted; from today on, he would only be a wild Snow Wolf, no longer a beastman.

Edward curled the tip of his tail, trying to suppress his killing intent. He silently looked up at the little tiger being beaten high above, his eyes glinting with moisture. The days of wandering together had tightened the bond between Edward and Wofu; in the little boy’s heart, Uncle Wofu was exactly his family. Edward’s affection for Wofu was as deep as it was for his two fathers and younger brothers.

Now seeing his dear uncle suspended on a cross-shaped rack, being beaten cruelly, Edward’s heart twisted in waves. He hated that Temple Master, and at the same time hated himself for being useless.

Wofu was struggling with physical pain. Even though it hurt, he did not dare to let himself fall into agony and despair, afraid he would be bewitched again and voluntarily hand over his Divine Blood. While struggling, his gaze accidentally swept towards the edge of the sacrificial altar, and met Edward’s gaze.

Wofu’s heart skipped a beat, almost losing control.

Seeing the youngling looking like he was about to cry, Wofu suddenly spread his four claws to reveal his meat pads, his tiger tail curling up, trying to fold into the shape of a heart, looking incredibly comical.

[I am fine, do not cry~]

Edward read what Wofu wanted to say from this action, bitterly closing his eyes.

The Temple Master grew tired of beating, threw the whip on the ground, put his hands on his hips, and panted heavily. He truly felt extremely helpless; he had clearly tried every possible way yet still couldn’t extract a single drop of Divine Blood. The celestial phenomenon six days ago made his mind extremely panicked.

That power was completely unlike some unknown Attendant God; the one who arrived this time seemed to be a True God who had inherently been slumbering since ancient times. That familiar power of faith made his entire soul terrified. He didn’t even dare to use his divine consciousness to sense that entity’s location.

Thinking about how he previously dreamed of finding this person to rob their Divine Blood, he felt fearful again. What if that wasn’t a descendant of that entity, but exactly the main body of that entity descending?

That was the God who held the source of life for the Great World, not someone a small fry like him could disrespect. If that entity relied on the killing intent he released to find his location first, perhaps this time he would truly disappear along with heaven and earth.

No, it cannot be. He had endured for tens of millions of years, just waiting for the day he could be resurrected. He did everything to force Alistair - that ungrateful traitor - to show himself; he didn’t truly want to destroy the source of the world either.

Now he only had two choices: one, find that entity and destroy Him before He fully awakened; two, find another continent to hide, until he was strong enough. And to do this, he had to obtain the spatial Divine Blood from Wofu or Edward’s body.

He couldn’t touch Edward; even inflicting a physical wound on the little boy was impossible. And waiting for his spirit to be completely polluted would take too long, so he shifted his target to Wofu. But he didn’t understand, just a child not even one year old, why was he so hard to deal with?

What the Temple Master completely did not know was that Edward was a genuine child, but Wofu was not. He was a mature twenty-one-year-old beastman, who had even been a bright candidate for the Chief position of a tribe.

Actually, if the Temple Master investigated deeper, digging into the roots of the White Tiger clan, he would have definitely found Wofu’s weakness. Unfortunately, having passed through many falls and resurrections, he still hadn’t learned how to lower his arrogance, so now he had to swallow a bitter pill.

"Hmph! So what if you have a strong will to live? From now on I will visit you every day, I want to see how long you can endure!"

The Temple Master adjusted his messy appearance, turned his head, and walked toward Edward. From the moment he turned his head, Edward had closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing to be steady, as if he had never woken up. The Temple Master grabbed the little snake’s neck, glaring at him with hatred, and once again tried throwing him toward one of the ten sacrificial altars.

The moment the little snake’s body touched the cross-shaped rack, the purple light iron chains had just appeared when they immediately shattered like glass. Frustrated, the Temple Master waved his hand to pull the little snake back, roughly threw the little boy into the rattan basket, and carried him outside.

Edward slightly opened his eyes to peek through the sparse weave of the rattan basket, carefully memorizing every turn, every mechanism in the tunnel. It wasn’t until they reached the surface that Edward was stunned.

So Uncle Wofu had been this close to him! Yet all this time he completely did not know!

Waiting for the Temple Master’s aura to disappear from the Temple, Edward hurriedly put on the invisibility formation made of magical stones that Arthur had reinforced, hastily slithering outside.

"Uncle Arthur! Uncle Arthur!"

Arthur was leading a patrol team when he suddenly felt a chill on his calf. Knowing the little snake came looking for him, he immediately stopped. Waiting for the little snake to crawl onto his shoulder, he immediately handed over the patrol duties to his subordinates. He himself found a secluded spot, his eyes still looking straight ahead but his mouth moving to talk to the little snake:

"Why did you come looking for me at this hour, if the servants come looking for you later and do not find you, it will raise suspicions."

"I could not wait! Uncle Arthur, I found my uncle, in an underground cellar right below my bed. I also saw a Snow Wolf beastman, probably the previous generation’s Holy Son you mentioned!"

Arthur’s pupils instantly contracted, his breathing becoming heavy: "Quickly tell me the details, do not miss anything."

"Yes!"

Edward slowly detailed the situation he observed while in the underground cellar, including the fact that he had been cursed with spiritual pollution for a long time and was helped by his younger brothers to remove it. The more Arthur listened, the tighter he clenched his fists. After grasping the specific information, he immediately sent a secret message to Issac and some of his allies, discussing speeding up the plan to rescue the outcasts in the Temple’s basement sooner.

"Uncle Arthur, isn’t that a bit too risky? It is not yet the Spring Festival, our manpower is too thin."

Arthur tapped the table, saying: "There is no more time. From what I see, that guy still does not know the White Tiger clan’s weakness, we need to quickly get your uncle out. If we delay any longer, who knows what will happen."

"Edward." Arthur looked at the little snake, leaning close to his ear and whispering something. The little snake listened intently, then nodded vigorously.

"I understand, Uncle Arthur." The little snake put on the invisibility collar, nimbly slithering away.

Issac and the others looked at each other, very curious to know what agreement this uncle and nephew had reached. Arthur tapped the table, pulling their attention back:

"Each of us has our own secrets, so do not try to find out about the boy’s secret. You all just need to remember our goal."

Everyone nodded solemnly, then huddled together to discuss the specific plan and timing.

On the other side of the continent, Ryder and Finnick had also recounted Edward’s story from beginning to end. Sane and Kaelen’s expressions were extremely ugly, unable to hide the killing intent in their hearts.

Daring to treat our son like that, whether you are a God or a Demon, we will make you wish you were dead!