Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion-Chapter 108 - 106: Spoils of the Final Battle
The Snake-faced Cultivator’s breathing grew more and more rapid. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he roared,
"A Flying Manta Ray, a Bear Beast with Foundation Establishment Battle Power, such a large number of poison bees, and you, a mere Mid-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator... Are you a disciple from the Beast Taming Mountain?"
Hearing the Snake-faced Cultivator’s question, Fang Qingyuan couldn’t be bothered to reply. The battle had already reached this point; words were meaningless now.
From beginning to end, Fang Qingyuan remained calm. He said nothing, maintaining a steady composure, and this response finally made his opponent lose his cool.
Seeing that Fang Qingyuan didn’t answer, the Snake-faced Cultivator spoke again,
"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding! We are willing to offer compensation. Please, Fellow Daoist, stop this."
Fang Qingyuan remained unmoved. ’Since you chose to fight, you should be prepared to put your life on the line. Now that you’ve lost the upper hand, you start begging for mercy? If our positions were reversed and I were the one begging, would you stop?’
The Snake-faced Cultivator felt his mind growing increasingly groggy. He knew that the effect of the Calm Heart Talisman was weakening, and for some reason, the Antitoxic Pill he had taken wasn’t working as well as he’d hoped.
After the battle just now, the Snake-faced Cultivator had very little Spiritual Power left. Seeing that Fang Qingyuan still wouldn’t respond, he gritted his teeth and spat out a threat.
"We’ve already begged for mercy! Why must you press us so hard, Fellow Daoist? You should know to forgive and forget when you can. There are twelve of us brothers. If you kill us now, the others will avenge us! You’ll never leave this Sea of Death alive!"
Fang Qingyuan listened to the Snake-faced Cultivator’s threat and dismissed it as bullshit. ’In terms of backing, are your brothers stronger than the Beast Taming Mountain?’
’At worst, I’ll just take a detour of a few thousand li and seek help from the local branch of the Beast Taming Mountain. I refuse to believe that the brothers this snake-face speaks of would dare to attack the gates of the Beast Taming Mountain here.’
Seeing that Fang Qingyuan remained silent, single-mindedly commanding the bee swarm to besiege him, the Snake-faced Cultivator let out a long howl. He then steered his Flying Boat toward the distant Chicken-faced cultivator.
Before the Flying Boat had even arrived, the Snake-faced Cultivator shouted,
"Brother Ji, run! This person is a disciple of the Beast Taming Mountain! We misjudged him! I’m severely poisoned and can’t escape. You take the Flying Boat and go back! Tell the boss to avenge me! I’ll hold them off!"
’What? A disciple of the Beast Taming Mountain? Old Snake is poisoned and about to die?’ 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
The Chicken-faced cultivator was instantly terrified by this information. His already faltering stance broke completely. In that moment of mental shock, a pair of huge bear paws saw an opening, seized his head, and with a slight squeeze, a torrent of red and white matter burst out.
"Brother!"
Seeing the Chicken-faced cultivator’s gruesome death, the Snake-faced Cultivator cried out in anguish. The two of them were as close as real brothers. In the past, whether they were robbing people or doing other dirty work, they always liked to stick together. They even insisted on being in the same room when they went to the brothels. Now, seeing his best friend die so horribly before his eyes, the Snake-faced Cultivator’s mind, already under the influence of the Pigeon Poison, snapped completely.
"Die!"
His mind clouded by the Pigeon Poison, the Snake-faced Cultivator charged straight at Jinbao. Jinbao, in turn, tossed aside the corpse in his hand as if it were a piece of trash.
Then, facing the Snake-faced Cultivator who was charging on his Spiritual Boat, Jinbao did not dodge or evade. A solemn expression appeared on his bear face. As the Gold Spirit Power in his body gathered, a surging momentum radiated outwards.
This made Jinbao seem to suddenly grow taller, his body swelling outwards as if fully inflated, giving off an unparalleled sense of ferocity.
Then, Jinbao abruptly unleashed his power. His fists whistled through the air like golden blades, and with the force of a cleaving axe, he threw an extremely hard punch at the incoming Flying Boat.
Like a great hammer striking an anvil, BANG! The Flying Boat piloted by the Snake-faced Cultivator took the hit head-on and was sent flying backward. Jinbao, however, was shaking his bear paws and baring his teeth, clearly in a great deal of pain.
The Flying Boat was smashed to the ground by the immense force. It flickered a few times before shrinking back to its original form, becoming a miniature model of a Flying Boat. The Snake-faced Cultivator, meanwhile, collapsed limply to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering something under his breath.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan, who was riding Yinbao, stopped at a distance. He wasn’t the least bit curious about what last words the Snake-faced Cultivator might have.
Fang Qingyuan took out three Golden Spear Talismans from his storage bag, activated them, and shot them from afar toward the Snake-faced Cultivator’s body.
As the golden spears formed from Gold Spirit Power reached the Snake-faced Cultivator, he nimbly rolled over and dodged them.
Fang Qingyuan frowned. ’This Snake-faced Cultivator is as cunning as I thought. If I had let my guard down and gotten closer just now, he would have definitely tried to pull a fast one.’
But the Snake-faced Cultivator was now a spent force. After dodging the Golden Spear Talismans, his eyes were hazy, and he saw everything in overlapping illusions.
He stumbled and staggered as he ran toward a random direction, but his speed was barely faster than an ordinary person’s walk.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan’s heart hardened. He gave a signal to Jinbao, who immediately closed the distance in a few large strides and swung his giant paw, smashing it down with a thunderous crash.
In the next instant, a pitch-black sword shadow shot straight toward Jinbao. As soon as this sword shadow appeared, it emitted a thick, ominous aura.
After unleashing this one attack, the Snake-faced Cultivator could no longer hold on. He collapsed to the ground on the spot, the Spiritual Power Shield around him flickering a few times as if about to shatter.
The swarm of bees surrounding the Snake-faced Cultivator swarmed forward the moment the black blade appeared. They instantly broke through his Body-Protecting Spirit Shield, and hundreds upon thousands of Scorpion-tailed Poison Bees descended upon his body, frantically injecting their venom. The Snake-faced Cultivator didn’t even last for three breaths before he died on the spot.
The pitch-black sword shadow came flying at Jinbao, startling it. However, after looking at the sword shadow, it revealed an unconcerned expression and suddenly reached out to grab the blade.
As soon as the pitch-black sword shadow landed in Jinbao’s hand, it twisted a few times like a living creature, trying to drill into Jinbao’s body. But with Jinbao’s Vajra Body, the sword shadow only managed to grind against it a few times, creating a teeth-grating sound before it went still like a dead fish.
But it wasn’t over. The sound of wailing ghosts suddenly rang out, and even Fang Qingyuan, who was far away, felt his head spin.
Jinbao, however, still had its usual dazed and cute expression. To Jinbao, the sound of wailing ghosts was like a gentle breeze, completely ineffective.
This was because Jinbao’s fourth Talent immunized it against this move from the pitch-black sword shadow.
[Golden Eye of Truth: See through and become immune to all mind-affecting techniques below one’s own tier.]
With this Innate Divine Technique, the ghostly wails produced by the pitch-black sword shadow sounded like a child’s cry to Jinbao. It only found it noisy and felt no negative emotions whatsoever.
After a moment, the pitch-black sword shadow finally stopped struggling. Its true form was revealed in Jinbao’s hand: a small, black dagger with two small wings on its hilt, now lying quietly in Jinbao’s palm.
Once the dust had settled, Fang Qingyuan finally moved over with Yinbao. He had Jinbao go up and poke at the corpses of the Chicken-faced and Snake-faced Cultivators a few times, to make sure they were thoroughly dead.
But looking at the two corpses, Fang Qingyuan still felt uneasy. ’What if they’re faking their deaths and have some way to resurrect themselves?’
In the Cultivation Realm, there were countless, often bizarre, Cultivation Techniques. Fang Qingyuan had heard rumors, passed from one person to another, of techniques that allowed one to survive even after being decapitated, though he had never seen one himself.
At this thought, Fang Qingyuan took out a Fiery Flame Talisman, preparing to set the two corpses ablaze and burn them to ashes.
But just as Fang Qingyuan was about to activate the Talisman, he had another thought. ’Why waste a Talisman? A Fiery Flame Talisman is worth a good number of Spirit Stones. I might as well put these two corpses in the Immortal Mansion and use them as fertilizer for the Spirit Plants inside.’
With a thought, Fang Qingyuan extended his Divine Sense and collected the two bodies from the ground into his Immortal Mansion. He then found an empty spot, dug up the black soil, and laid the two of them inside.
Before burying them, Fang Qingyuan looted them clean, even stripping off their tattered Daoist Robes.
After finishing his business in the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan tidied up the scene a bit. He scoured the battle area, which spanned several li, and collected all the Magical Artifact fragments.
These Magical Artifact fragments were buried deep in the sand, but with his Divine Sense extended, Fang Qingyuan could faintly sense their presence.
In the end, Fang Qingyuan gathered over a dozen Magical Artifact fragments. These were what Jinbao had shattered just moments ago. They were originally the Chicken-faced cultivator’s Tier One Upper Grade Magical Artifacts, but now that they were broken, they would serve as Jinbao’s snacks for the next half a month.
After collecting the Magical Artifact fragments, Fang Qingyuan began gathering the corpses of the dead Scorpion-tailed Bees. Out of three thousand Scorpion-tailed Poison Bees, a full half were lost in this battle—a truly significant loss.
However, when compared to his gains, this loss was nothing.
Dead Scorpion-tailed Bees could just be replaced by the Bee Queen. Never mind losing half the swarm; even if they were all wiped out, Fang Qingyuan wouldn’t have felt the slightest bit of heartache as long as they could kill a Late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator.
In the end, Fang Qingyuan recovered the remains of over a thousand Scorpion-tailed Bees. The rest had been blown away by the wind and sand, their whereabouts unknown.
Fang Qingyuan didn’t dare to linger any longer, afraid that the "brothers" the Snake-faced Cultivator had mentioned would show up. So, after taking care of everything, he took the now-shrunken Jinbao, mounted his Flying Manta Ray, and plunged headfirst into the sandstorm.
Half a day after Fang Qingyuan left, all traces of the battle had been buried by the ceaseless wind and sand. After the sandstorm passed, the land returned to its original state. The massive craters Jinbao had created were all smoothed over by the great power of nature.
With no pursuers, Fang Qingyuan reached the Chewing Fire Tribe in a very short time. Without pausing at all, he joined another merchant caravan and immediately headed for the next tribe.
「Three days later.」
When Fang Qingyuan was already several thousand li away, a group of cultivators wearing various animal masks arrived at the original battle site.
One of them, a cultivator wearing a dragon-head mask, was shockingly a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. He stared at the sand below, reached out, and pulled an Earth-Drinking Demon Earthworm from beneath the ground.
The moment the Earth-Drinking Demon Earthworm was unearthed, it began to struggle violently, as if it could sense its impending doom.
In the next moment, however, the Earth-Drinking Demon Earthworm was crushed to dust by the Dragon-faced cultivator. The Dragon-faced cultivator then inhaled through his nose, and the faint soul of the Earth-Drinking Demon Earthworm was sucked into his nostrils.
A moment later, the Dragon-faced cultivator spoke in a vexed tone,
"The other party is a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. Old Ji and Old Snake died for nothing."
At these words, the other cultivators fell silent. After a few breaths, the Pig-faced Cultivator said unwillingly,
"So we’re just supposed to forget about Old Ji and Old Snake?"
The Dragon-faced cultivator thought for a moment, then said,
"For now, this is all we can do. Unless that Beast Taming Mountain disciple comes back here, we have no choice but to endure it."
After saying this, the Dragon-faced cultivator was the first to turn and leave. The other cultivators looked at each other and finally left as well. Only the Pig-faced Cultivator remained. He twitched his nose, then quickly dove toward a patch of sand and dug out the corpse of a Scorpion-tailed Bee.
Looking at this Scorpion-tailed Poison Bee, the Pig-faced Cultivator picked it up and popped it into his mouth. He then muttered to himself as he chewed,
"Scorpion-tailed Bees... they don’t grow in the desert. I’ll remember this aura. Does a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect get an extra life compared to everyone else?"
After he finished speaking, the Pig-faced Cultivator twitched his nostrils. A look of joy appeared on his face, but just as he was about to take a step, the voice of the Dragon-faced cultivator sounded in his ear,
"I said, endure it!"
Hearing this command, the Pig-faced Cultivator’s expression was conflicted for a long while. In the end, he lowered his head and followed after the Dragon-faced cultivator.
