Divine Beast Creator-Chapter 128 Reunion_1

"Is that the fierce beast that’s impossible to deal with?"

Feng Yuan stared at a massive tiger emanating flames and whispered, Qi Chen glanced at Feng Yuan and said,

"You’re not thinking of getting involved again, are you?"

"Doesn’t that thing look familiar to you?"

"Mutated flame creature."

"Exactly, this thing isn’t supposed to exist in the normal course of history."

Feng Yuan nodded to Dou Yanlan, sheathed his sickle, and said to everyone,

"I’ll go over and help, will be right back."

Feng Yuan, pulling a pristine greatsword from the void, cautioned Big Cat behind him,

"You wait here for me, don’t follow!"

Watching Feng Yuan charge off with the greatsword, Qi Chen sighed. Teacher Yan instructed Xiao Tong to hide where the villagers couldn’t see and assist Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan swung his greatsword toward the flame tiger, which agilely dodged his attack and turned to spew flames at Feng Yuan. He held his greatsword horizontally in front of him, the flames scorching the white blade without any effect.

"Ji!"

"Ao!"

Xiao Ji and Dreaming Dragon Baby attacked the flame tiger from both sides. Xiao Ji’s azure sparks burned into the flame tiger, searing its soul. The tiger roared in pain at Xiao Ji and was about to pounce, but Dreaming Dragon Baby firmly bit its tail. Dragged by Dreaming Dragon Baby, the tiger, mid-leap, was smashed hard onto the ground. Blood akin to magma flowed from the base of its tail. The blood hit the fallen leaves, instantly igniting them.

Just as the flame tiger turned, preparing to deal with Dreaming Dragon Baby first, Feng Yuan rushed over and struck the tiger’s head hard with his greatsword. The blow enraged the flame tiger, which, head bleeding, madly sprayed fire in all directions. Xiao Ji and Dreaming Dragon Baby were driven back by the flames, while Feng Yuan swung his greatsword, cutting through the flames to strike at the tiger’s neck with all his might.

Scalding blood sprayed from the body of the ferocious flame tiger. Feng Yuan quickly shielded himself with his sleeve from the blistering blood, which fell onto trees, leaves, and grass, setting them ablaze. Feng Yuan swiftly retreated and watched as the flame tiger, in its last throes of madness, raised its greatsword to the sky. A small patch of dark clouds quickly gathered overhead, and soon a torrential downpour extinguished the flames. The flame tiger howled and struggled in the heavy rain, slowly falling silent. Before the villagers could react, Feng Yuan, holding Xiao Ji and with Dreaming Dragon Baby in tow, quickly made his escape.

"I think I understand what was strange."

Back beside everyone, Feng Yuan saw Qi Chen was about to speak and hurriedly said, Teacher Yan glanced at Feng Yuan and asked,

"What’s wrong?"

"The weather. The area affected by the sudden downpour was severely weakened. A powerful force is trying to turn the weather back to clear skies."

"That’s it?"

"What else? That rain spell used the power of the White Wolf Deity. If even the White Wolf Deity’s rain spell can be weakened, do you think that’s normal?"

"The existence that’s affecting the weather is very special, and it might be the root of the destruction."

"But first, we need to visit an old friend at the Thousand Tendril Tree. After all, I only sensed that power and don’t know where its source is."

Hearing Feng Yuan’s words, everyone nodded, seemingly agreeing with his opinion. Yang Hongzhi commanded Xiao Hei to track the traces of Captain Yang and the others.

"Is this the power of Divine Beasts?"

In the village, Maomu muttered to himself and simultaneously had the elder issue an order not to discuss or record today’s events.

"This is all I can do..."

Maomu, sensing that Feng Yuan and the others had left his sensory range, whispered in his heart.

"Why didn’t you help?"

"Why did you come here!"

Hearing Feng Yuan’s voice, Captain Yang, who was watching the boy ahead, turned around very displeased and scrutinized Feng Yuan and Teacher Yan behind him. Feng Yuan, shaking the green leaf in his hand, said,

"Of course, it’s to find clues. Have you discovered anything?"

"What clue is that leaf?"

"Guess~"

Seeing Captain Yang trying to snatch the leaf, Feng Yuan deftly dodged and stepped back, laughing and saying,

"What’s the matter? By your reaction, could it be you haven’t found anything?"

"Have you found anything?"

"You go first!"

Seeing Feng Yuan acting petulant, Wu Feng glanced at the boy climbing the rocks and said to Feng Yuan,

"Nothing. We are just accompanying him in search of the Divine Lord he speaks of, hoping that this Divine Lord can provide us with some clues."

As Wu Feng spoke, he sighed with a hint of helplessness, and Feng Yuan looked at the boy curiously and asked,

"Weren’t you and Luo going to find the old friend of the Thousand Tendril Tree? Why did you leave him to clear the path all by himself?"

"Luo? What have you found out?"

"He told us himself that he wanted to make it through this section on his own, hoping to show his sincerity to the Divine Lord and pray for its help to save our tribe from the severe drought."

"Is that so?"

"You haven’t answered me yet!"

Seeing Captain Yang’s glare, which seemed ready to devour someone, Feng Yuan spread his hands and said,

"That’s your fault for leaving us behind."

As Qi Chen noticed Captain Yang growing increasingly angry, he quickly tugged at Feng Yuan. Feng Yuan, disgruntled, glanced at Qi Chen and then briefly relayed to Captain Yang and the others what he had learned in the settlement. Wu Feng pondered for a moment before saying,

"We didn’t see the Thousand Tendril Tree you mentioned, nor did we see the old man you spoke of. A middle-aged man received us. How exactly did you meet them?"

Feng Yuan replied with a cheeky grin,

"Can I not say?"

Captain Yang cast a glance at Feng Yuan and said,

"As you wish."

Wu Feng looked at Captain Yang, somewhat surprised, when Meng Binglan, who had been quietly listening, interjected,

"So, this tribe’s structure is very similar to what they had surmised."

"The leader handles daily affairs, the priest communicates with the Protogenos Spirit Beast and, like the beast, rarely makes an appearance. You must have sneaked in, right?"

"Heh heh heh..."

"You really are... Nothing bad happened, right?"

"No, I’ve asked the Thousand Tendril Tree to help erase any trace of our presence here. As long as nothing chaotic happens on your end, we should remain out of the history books~"

"That’s good, but according to your description, the force causing the drought must be something beyond normal Spirit Beasts. But... the records don’t show any Sacred Beast Level Spirit Beasts in the Maomu City area, let alone one that could contend with the White Wolf Deity..."

"Could it be a Divine Beast?"

Qi Xiaoshuang voiced her guess from the side. Feng Yuan shook his head and said,

"No, a drought like this is meaningless to Divine Beasts. They wouldn’t do such a thing."

"You sure about that?"

"Don’t believe me? Ask Wu Feng, isn’t he a Divine Pact Maker?"

The Vermilion Bird, which had transformed into Xiao Hong, perched atop Wu Feng’s head tidying its feathers, looked disdainfully at the others. Xiao Ji in Feng Yuan’s arms saw the Vermilion Bird’s actions and wobbled its body, attempting with its little wings to get Feng Yuan to notice, but sadly, Feng Yuan’s attention wasn’t on Xiao Ji. He just tightened his grip on Xiao Ji, who, discontented, struggled out of Feng Yuan’s arms and, before Feng Yuan could react, hopped onto Feng Yuan’s head.

"What are you doing now?"

"Ji~"

After several unsuccessful attempts to remove Xiao Ji from his head, Feng Yuan could only let it squat there. Meng Binglan, finding Xiao Ji amusing, said to Feng Yuan,

"Your Eggshell Chicken is quite interesting."

"Is it?"