I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 444 - 184: The Function of Paper Money, The New Sacred Fire (5k)_2

He looked at the paper money scattered on the ground and casually picked up a stack by his foot. Tentatively, he pulled out some and gestured to one of the Soul Warhorses.

The armored Soul Warhorse immediately came trotting over, its tongue snatching the stack of Paper Money from Wen Yan’s hand and chewing vigorously, its ears fluttering joyously.

"You must be starving. Eat more..."

One by one, the warhorses surrounded Wen Yan. It wasn’t just because Wen Yan had Paper Money in his hand, but also because the ground around him was littered with a pile of Paper Money, as if someone had thrown trash there.

After feeding a stack of Paper Money to one warhorse, Wen Yan reached out and petted it. The horse was cold to the touch, its fur smooth, and it seemed feeble.

Wen Yan tried to give it a Blessing of a little Yang Energy. Instantly, a faint flame appeared in the horse’s eyes. The Soul Warhorse neighed joyously, no longer caring about the Paper Money, and hurriedly rubbed its head against Wen Yan’s body.

Wen Yan had previously thought that these Soul Warhorses, having become Lost Souls, would be as thin and frail as Thestrals.

But as they devoured stack after stack of Paper Money, he witnessed their bodies visibly plumping up, becoming robust and beautiful.

Meanwhile, the Ghosts in the distance didn’t dare to come close.

What was once an aura of murderous intent suddenly became awkward.

Not only was Wen Yan confused, but they were even more baffled.

Wen Yan was quick to act. He realized that as long as he didn’t stop the starving Soul Warhorses from eating the Paper Money and just kept feeding them, the horses were very easy to get along with.

If he gave them just a slight Blessing of Yang Energy, they would be particularly friendly toward him.

The Soul Warhorse by his side would even snort at the other horses when they weren’t as friendly.

Wen Yan wandered among the group of Soul Warhorses, giving each of them a Blessing of a little Yang Energy.

Before long, the twenty-odd Soul Warhorses around him were quietly eating the Paper Money scattered on the ground. Even after they were full, they didn’t leave but instead gathered around Wen Yan.

"What good horses," Wen Yan said. "These people are too despicable, wanting the horses to run without feeding them grass. You all follow me from now on."

The Ghosts opposite him were hopping mad, babbling incomprehensibly, but those Soul Warhorses didn’t even lift their heads, ignoring them completely after eating their fill.

Wen Yan scratched his head, wondering. Wasn’t it said that these people treated their horses better than they did themselves? So why didn’t the horses return after being well-fed? He felt that perhaps applying this stereotype to everyone wasn’t quite suitable. At least the attitude of these horses clearly indicated that they had no intention of returning.

Wen Yan patted the neck of the lead Soul Warhorse.

"Good horse, you all wait here for me. I’ll be back soon."

With a chuckle, he charged towards the Ghosts, Yang Energy bursting forth from his body without restraint. His whole being seemed to ignite, crushing the dismounted cavalry with brute force.

The largest of the Soul Warhorses strode over light-footedly, dipping its head towards him. After Wen Yan pondered for a moment, he mounted the horse.

The Soul Warhorse let out a cheerful neigh and began to move slowly with Wen Yan on its back, gradually picking up speed only after making sure Wen Yan seemed able to handle it.

Leading a group of Soul Warhorses, he began to gallop wildly across the wilderness.

The distant city became increasingly clear, and the flames burning atop the high tower grew more and more fierce.

When he was close enough to clearly see the flames, at least ten meters high, erupting from the high tower, Wen Yan’s Natural Enemy Profession suddenly reacted.

"Demon of Fire/Spirit of Fire (Juvenile)"

"A dead Flame Demon, not yet reborn from its ashes, had been swept into the Netherworld. Its remaining ashes then attracted the flame worshipers, who subsequently fell into this place. Despite all their efforts, they were never able to reignite those remnants.

Its rebirth had not yet begun when it was disturbed by the fanciful meddling of some Demon King and forcibly awakened from its embryonic state. Once awakened, it instinctively tried to respond to the summons and break free from the Netherworld, only to suffer a backlash from the Netherworld itself. After this series of blows, everything that had remained of its former existence was finally dispersed into nothingness.

From the remnants of the ashes, a new sprout was born, crying out for nourishment.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing in the Netherworld to feed this sprout."

"As a sprout born from the remnants of a Flame Demon, it’s indeed very weak, but it still deserves some respect.

Though not much of a threat by itself, as the new Sacred Fire of the Sacred Fire Sect, it could be utilized by the sect to become a significant threat."

"Temporary Ability:

1. Jade Pivot Fire Mansion Authentic Talisman

2. Cold Ice Qi

3. True Seal"

Wen Yan blinked. To be honest, he had indeed thought that the so-called unquenchable Sacred Fire of the Sacred Fire Sect had been reignited. But he never expected that the folks of the Sacred Fire Sect would play such a trick; the Sacred Fire could even be replaced, huh? That Demon King must be Gauss, right? What on earth did that guy do to cause such a reaction? Indeed, there’s nothing quite like the hate borne from rivalry; a grudge between Demon Kings, huh? Poor Flame Demon, not even reborn yet, and Gauss had ruthlessly snuffed it out completely. Now, a mere sprout has been reborn from the ashes. And this sprout’s name has changed; it’s no longer considered a Flame Demon. Was it that its very being as a Flame Demon was shattered, huh?