Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 27: Strength is the only way

Wei Long's massive claws sank into the damp soil as he stepped forward, his enormous frame casting a shadow of despair over the last remaining disciples.

The moment he deactivated his Bioengineered Toxic Scales, the air around them lost its lethal corruption, but the sheer weight of his presence alone kept them paralyzed with terror.

Their once-proud arrogance had been shattered into dust, and now, all they could do was stare up at the apex predator before them, their minds screaming at them to run—yet their legs refused to obey.

Wei Long, feeling confident that they were already too mentally broken to resist, decided it was time to tame them.

He extended his will, reaching into the depths of their souls.

But then—a sharp, invisible force struck him.

A deflection.

His eyes narrowed, confusion flashing across his mind as a system notification abruptly appeared before him.

Ding!

Taming Failed.

Reason: Host is currently at Mortal Beast Level.

Current Available Tame Slots: 2/2.

Unable to tame additional humans or beasts until evolution.

Wei Long's brow twitched.

What?!

He had never encountered such a restriction before.

His entire plan—to slowly convert the Autumn Dragon Sect into a demonic path sect under his control—depended on taming as many of these so-called righteous disciples as possible.

He had envisioned building his own network, a farm of resources, ensuring that he would have an endless supply of cultivation materials and willing followers.

But now?

Two.

He could only tame two at a time?!

His tail lashed out behind him, uprooting a tree in his irritation.

This plan was now completely broken.

A soft whisper of movement drew his attention, and Xi Na appeared beside his massive dinosaur feet, her crimson eyes glowing in the shadows of the blood-soaked battlefield.

She glanced up at him, reading the flicker of dissatisfaction on his face, before her gaze drifted toward the trembling disciples.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her tone surprisingly calm despite the massacre unfolding before them.

Wei Long exhaled through his nostrils, his frustration ebbing slightly.

"I can't tame more than two humans or beasts at a time," he admitted, gritting his teeth.

Xi Na's eyebrows raised slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to be bound by such a restriction. But rather than commenting on it, she simply folded her arms and said, "Then that means killing them is the only option."

Wei Long turned his yellow, reptilian eyes toward her, his mind already switching gears as he recalculated his next move.

"Even though I can't tame them, would killing them be enough for you to return to your sect?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, but carrying an undertone of cold calculation.

Xi Na nodded immediately. "It should be."

But then, after a brief pause, she added, "However, eliminating the disciples is only part of the requirement. To fully secure my return, I would have needed to activate the Orbs."

Wei Long's gaze sharpened. "The Orbs?"

Xi Na sighed, rubbing her temple. "A method the Blood Boar Sect used to mark major kills. If I had activated one, it would serve as undeniable proof of my success. Without it, my return isn't guaranteed... but with enough bloodshed, I should still have a chance."

Wei Long's eyes closed briefly, his mind whirring with strategies.

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Then, in a voice devoid of hesitation, he said, "Go ahead. Kill them."

Xi Na's smirk returned, her bloodstained sickle gleaming under the moonlight. "With pleasure."

And then—she moved.

Her body blurred, vanishing in an instant before reappearing behind the nearest disciple.

A whisper of steel.

A fountain of blood.

A head rolled across the ground before the remaining disciples could even scream.

Terror flooded their veins.

The second disciple stumbled back, desperately attempting to summon a talisman—

But Xi Na's sickle curved through the air, severing his hand before he could activate it.

His scream pierced the night, but it lasted only a second—because in the next moment, Xi Na's foot slammed into his chest, sending him sprawling backward, where he landed on the corpse of his fallen comrade.

She raised her weapon high—

And brought it down.

The wet crack of bone echoed.

Wei Long simply watched, unmoved, as she danced through the slaughter, her movements sharp and efficient, like a reaper harvesting a field of souls.

One by one, they fell.

Some tried to flee—

But the moment they turned their backs, a red blur streaked across the battlefield—

And their lives ended in an instant.

Within moments, silence fell once more.

The once arrogant in-name disciples of the Autumn Dragon Sect were now nothing but lifeless corpses, their spilled blood seeping into the soil.

As the final cries of the dying disciples faded into the night, Wei Long allowed himself to sink into deep thought, his tail twitching slightly as new possibilities unfolded in his mind.

His original plan had failed, but that didn't mean he couldn't adjust.

He needed a way to ensure Xi Na could return safely—because having an informant inside the Blood Boar Sect could be invaluable to him.

So, as the scent of blood filled the air, Wei Long began to mutter several plans under his breath, his mind analyzing the problem from every angle.

Option One: Find an alternative method to prove her strength—perhaps by having her single-handedly hunt down a strong enemy to bring back a worthy trophy.

Option Two: Have Xi Na align herself with a splinter faction within the sect—if she couldn't prove herself to the whole sect, she might be able to win favor with a smaller, influential group.

Option Three: Use manipulation—spread rumors, plant evidence, create a narrative that ensured her value was indispensable to the Blood Boar Sect.

Option Four: The most brutal but possibly the most effective—eliminate the one who would oppose her return and force her way back in through pure dominance.

His muttered plans continued, each one more ruthless and strategic than the last.

But in the end—all of them boiled down to one simple truth.

Strength is everything.

It didn't matter whether it was the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path—power was the only true qualification.

And if Xi Na wanted to secure her place, she simply had to be strong enough to make them accept her.

As the last disciple's corpse cooled, Xi Na flicked her sickle, sending blood splattering against the tree bark.

She turned to Wei Long.

"It's done."

Wei Long opened his golden eyes, a dark amusement flashing within them.

"Then let's get you strong enough to ensure your return."

Without hesitation, Xi Na bowed her head in acknowledgment.

She was his tamed beast now.

As Wei Long's massive frame moved through the dark forest, his heavy steps caused the earth to tremble slightly beneath his weight.

Xi Na followed closely behind, keeping up with his long strides, her sharp crimson eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as if expecting danger at any moment.

Wei Long, his mind still preoccupied with strategies, suddenly turned his serpentine gaze down toward her.

"Do you have any other beasts?" he asked, his tone casual but carrying an undertone of calculation.

Xi Na shook her head immediately. "No. The Blood Boar you killed was the only one I had."

Wei Long tilted his head slightly, his dinosauric brow furrowing. "What?"

Something wasn't adding up.

"Then how did you transform into your Temporal Form earlier?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "I already killed all your beasts, didn't I?"

Wei Long knew how the Temporal Dao Beast Transformation worked.

It was a law of this immortal world, an absolute rule—a Temporal Cultivator could only transform if their beast was still alive.

The moment a beast died, the Temporal Cultivator lost access to their transformation abilities.

Xi Na, however, had still transformed even after he had slaughtered her Blood Boar.

There was only one explanation.

Demonic Path Cultivators had a different rule.

Xi Na sighed slightly, rubbing her temple as she glanced up at Wei Long's questioning gaze.

"Demonic Path Cultivators can still transform for a short time after their beasts die," she explained. "It's an unnatural method—forceful, even—but it allows us to keep fighting even if all our beasts are dead."

Wei Long mumbled under his breath.

"So, doesn't that make the Demonic Cultivator's Path better?"

At first glance, it seemed like a superior method—not having to worry about a beast dying mid-battle and still being able to transform into a Temporal Form.

That sounded far more efficient than the method used by righteous cultivators.

However, Xi Na shook her head firmly.

"No, it's not better."