Chapter Thirty-Nine: I Want These Beasts!

Mo Bufan ultimately failed to kill Zhao Wu with a single strike.

When it came to killing, he’d read novels where the protagonist slaughtered hundreds of thousands with ease, rivers of blood flowing for miles. But now, standing face-to-face with his enemy, he couldn’t bring himself to drive his sword through Zhao Wu’s chest and revel in the thrill of bloodshed. His blade merely scattered the spiritual energy within Zhao Wu, severely damaging his meridians—recovery would require at least a decade.

In that moment, Mo Bufan felt weak, especially recalling the scene when the Fire Fox was slain, its blood painting a vivid, haunting picture. He felt he ought to finish Zhao Wu off, to avenge that grisly sight.

Zhao Wu spat blood, his face ashen as he stared at the sword mark on his chest. Just moments ago, he had looked down on Mo Bufan, a cultivator of the first stage of the Void Refining Realm. Yet, from the second move onward, Mo Bufan had pressed him relentlessly, defeating him in the span of a single cup of tea. Zhao Wu’s confidence shattered. He had always considered himself a rising star among the young generation of the Kaiyuan Sect, with boundless prospects, perhaps even destined for true immortality. But now, he had fallen so easily.

Mo Bufan, meanwhile, lamented his inability to fully adapt to this blood-soaked world of immortals.

“Sigh…” Mo Bufan breathed out, sheathing his sword. Facing the astonished stares around him, he remarked offhandedly, “Sixth stage of the Void Refining Realm—nothing special.”

The crowd stared in disbelief. Although they’d seen cultivators battle against those above their own level, never had they witnessed such a leap.

Wen Xuan had been anxious. The four great sects watched each other warily; though he had the upper hand for now, he couldn’t afford to be too arrogant. If Mo Bufan had truly killed Zhao Wu, trouble would surely follow. Seeing Mo Bufan spare him, Wen Xuan relaxed.

Mo Bufan stepped toward Zhao Wu, unfastening the storage pouch from the dazed man’s waist. He took out the Fire Fox’s red crystal, hesitated, then tucked the pouch away. He doubted it contained anything exceptional, but he had to keep up appearances.

Qian Yuanzi watched Mo Bufan with clenched teeth, furious but not daring to make a move.

Just then, a disciple behind him spoke up, “Isn’t that the one who was swept into the Dragon Clan’s Immortal Court when the demonic energy erupted?”

“Yes, that’s right. No one appeared earlier, so he must have obtained some treasure from the Dragon Clan’s Immortal Court—how else could he be so formidable?”

“To enter the Dragon Clan’s Immortal Court and emerge intact… perhaps he acquired a supreme immortal artifact.”

…

Qian Yuanzi’s face changed at these words. He flashed forward, staring at the disciples. “Are you certain?”

The disciples’ faces paled. They glanced at Qian Yuanzi, then nodded. “Absolutely—he was there, along with two women.”

“The horned one entered the Dragon Clan’s Immortal Court as well, and another younger girl.” Another disciple pointed to Long Ling’er.

Qian Yuanzi glanced at Long Ling’er, then fixed his gaze on Mo Bufan, sneering, “Now things are about to get interesting.”

Mo Bufan returned to Wen Xuan’s side. The orange cat leapt onto his shoulder, rubbing its head against him in rare affection.

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Mo Bufan was momentarily stunned, but didn’t dwell on it. He wanted to pat the orange cat’s head, but remembered its identity and restrained himself.

Wen Xuan chuckled, “As expected, a disciple trained by the senior brother is extraordinary—heh heh…”

He patted Mo Bufan’s shoulder, then stepped forward with a proud air. “Doesn’t this mean we’ve won another round? Now my Sky Profound Sect gets thirty percent of the young beasts. Any objections?”

Jian Wuji and Ling Kongzi, who had been enjoying the spectacle, were taken aback. “What!” they exclaimed in unison.

“Brother Wen, that’s rather shameless. Didn’t you just say this duel was a personal feud between them?” Jian Wuji said coldly.

“Indeed, it was their personal feud. But you must admit, it was a duel.” Wen Xuan appeared unfazed.

“You…” Jian Wuji’s face turned purple with anger.

Qian Yuanzi, meanwhile, wore a cold smile, plotting how to escalate the situation and complete his assigned task.

Suddenly, from inside the Wind Pavilion, two Blood-Scaled Pythons, a gray bear clad in scales, and a wild boar over ten feet tall emerged, heading directly toward Mo Bufan.

These four beasts were the strongest among their kind. As soon as they moved, the cultivators dividing the beasts became alert.

Wen Xuan snorted, stepping before Mo Bufan, coldly declaring, “Fools!”

Sword lights gathered in his hand, the power of heaven and earth swirling around him, ready to strike.

“Brother Wen!” Mo Bufan cried out in alarm, grabbing Wen Xuan’s arm. “Let them come—I know them.”

Wen Xuan frowned, unsure of Mo Bufan’s intentions, but nodded and stood beside him, warily watching the beasts.

Others watched the scene in confusion.

To their surprise, the beasts, upon leaving the Wind Pavilion, bowed deeply to Mo Bufan, showing utmost respect.

As their strength had not yet reached the Mortal Transformation Realm, they couldn’t speak. Mo Bufan could only clasp his hands in return, “Friends, why such a grand gesture?”

The four giant beasts glanced toward the Wind Pavilion. Their expressions were clear.

Mo Bufan understood instantly. He had always wanted to rescue these beasts, having promised the Dragon Ancestor, but hadn’t yet found a good solution. Seeing their earnest faces and recalling their hardships, he couldn’t bear to refuse.

“Sigh, since I’ve already attracted attention, what’s one more risk? Hopefully, Senior Brother Wen will go along with my madness,” Mo Bufan thought.

He looked up at the four beasts. “You want me to help rescue the young ones?”

The four nodded.

Mo Bufan smiled helplessly, “You trust me that much?”

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The four beasts glanced at the orange cat and nodded again.

Mo Bufan gritted his teeth, looked around at the crowd, and nodded. “Very well, I’ll do my best.”

“Humph!” As he spoke, disdainful snorts sounded all around.

Mo Bufan ignored them, walking over to Wen Xuan. “Brother Wen, I want all the beasts. Please help me.”

Wen Xuan’s face twitched. “Are you mad? If you keep all the beasts, you’ll offend all three sects at once.”

Mo Bufan struggled, but finally spoke, “I promised someone I’d rescue all the beasts from Dragon Abyss. Please help me.”

Wen Xuan groaned, “Who did you promise?”

Mo Bufan’s eyes were resolute. “I can’t say—but I must do it.”

Wen Xuan felt the urge to throttle his brother-in-law, especially seeing Mo Bufan’s unwavering determination.

Mo Bufan strode to the four beasts and declared loudly, “Sorry, everyone. None of these beasts will be divided. If you wish to take even one young beast, you’ll have to step over my body first.”

“Ha! Who do you think you are?” Ling Kongzi sneered.

“Kid, do you really think your Sky Profound Sect can stand against us three? Stop dreaming and get out of the way!” Jian Wuji’s voice was icy.

The three Dragon Clan siblings exchanged glances. They knew the Dragon Ancestor wanted Mo Bufan to help the beasts escape Dragon Abyss, but hadn’t expected him to actually risk his life for them.

For the first time, their dislike for him softened, replaced by respect. So humans could honor their promises, too.

Wen Xuan, standing beside Mo Bufan, looked at the two speakers, then at Mo Bufan. He clenched his teeth, stepped forward, and said, “Brat, you really want to do this?”

“I absolutely do!” Mo Bufan replied without hesitation.

Wen Xuan nodded, turned to the other sects, and declared, “His decision is mine. Anyone who wants these beasts, come and fight for them.”

“Brother Wen!” Mo Bufan called out.

Wen Xuan waved him aside, “Go stand in the back. This isn’t your moment.”

Mo Bufan finally understood the importance of strength. He stepped back, feeling both guilty and warmed by Wen Xuan’s stance.

As the tense standoff reached its peak, Qian Yuanzi, who had been silent, burst into laughter. “Friend Wen, you jest. The treasures of Dragon Abyss are already yours, yet you still care about these beasts?”

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