Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 16: Arrogant cultivator

Wei Long narrowed his glowing reptilian eyes as he processed everything Zou Fang had just said.

He asked, through their mind connection:

"Can't we just leave the sect?"

For a moment, Zou Fang froze.

Then, he grabbed his hair.

"ARGHHHHH! I WISH!"

Wei Long flinched.

"...What?"

Zou Fang clenched his fists as his eyes filled with frustration.

"The sect doesn't work like that! The moment we agreed to take the trial, we had two choices—"

He lifted two fingers dramatically.

"One! We could leave the sect and return next year to try again!"

Wei Long tilted his head.

That sounded—

Reasonable.

"...And the second?"

Zou Fang's face twisted.

"Two! We take the trial now, but if we fail, we are stuck as sect workers forever! We cannot leave! We cannot try again! WE BECOME PERMANENT CLEANERS!"

Wei Long's reptilian eyes widened.

"Forever?"

"FOREVER!"

Wei Long paused.

He slowly turned his gaze toward the mountain, in the memory of Zou Fang that he saw earlier, there was a massive sect surrounding them.

It was huge.

Like a literal city.

With towers as tall as mountains.

With thousands upon thousands of disciples.

With sect elders who could probably kill him with a flick of their finger.

This was no small place.

Wei Long closed his eyes.

He understood now.

If they failed, they weren't just losing a competition.

They were losing their freedom.

Zou Fang was still panicking.

He grabbed his own shoulders.

He paced back and forth.

"What do we do? What do we do?! Maybe I can bribe someone? No, wait, I don't have money— Maybe I can hide and sneak into the sect library?! No, they'd catch me—"

His voice rose and rose.

His panic spiraled out of control.

Then—

Wei Long spoke.

Casually.

Like it was nothing.

"Only fifty cores, right?"

Zou Fang froze.

He turned toward Wei Long, stunned.

"What?"

"The requirement to pass. It's just fifty, right?"

"...Y-Yeah?"

Wei Long tilted his head.

Then, before Zou Fang could react—

He opened his mouth.

Wide.

Zou Fang's eyes bulged.

Clack.

Clack.

Clack.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

BZZZZZT.

Rattle. Rattle. Rattle.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A literal avalanche of beast cores spilled from Wei Long's mouth.

Zou Fang gasped.

He froze.

His entire body stiffened.

He saw—

One.

Two.

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Forty.

Fifty.

Sixty.

And then—

Sixty-one.

He stopped breathing.

For a moment—

The world stood still.

Then—

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Wei Long flinched.

Zou Fang threw himself onto the ground—

Rolling.

Laughing.

Screaming.

His face was madness itself.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! THIS— THIS— THIS IS A MIRACLE!"

Wei Long's tail flicked.

"...You're overreacting."

Zou Fang grabbed the beast cores, holding them like they were his own children.

He shook.

His tears fell like flowing rivers.

"H-HOW?! HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?!"

"First, I made a contract with a powerful beast!"

"Then, I got the beast cores I needed!"

"THEN, I EVEN GOT EXTRA! EXTRA!!!"

He held his head.

His face contorted.

"What did I do to deserve this? Was I a saint in my past life? Did the heavens favor me?!"

Wei Long felt secondhand embarrassment again.

This guy... was seriously dramatic.

Zou Fang suddenly threw his arms open.

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He looked up at the sky.

"SECT MASTER! LOOK! I, ZOU FANG, AM NO LONGER A NOBODY! I AM A GENIUS! A GENIUS!!!"

Wei Long groaned.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Swoosh.

Wei Long lifted his leg.

Crack!

BANG!

His tail whipped out.

Zou Fang soared through the air.

Crash.

He landed.

And then—

Silence.

Wei Long sighed.

Finally. The insanity had stopped. For now.

Zou Fang lay there. Unmoving.

Wei Long watched him.

Would he get up?

...No.

Good.

Time passed.

A long while.

Then—

Zou Fang stirred.

His fingers twitched.

His eyes fluttered open.

"...Huh? What... happened?"

Wei Long ignored him.

Something felt off.

He didn't know what.

But—

A feeling of instinctual terror crawled up his spine.

Zou Fang blinked.

Then, suddenly—

He felt it too.

A strange pressure.

A feeling of doom.

Slowly—

Both of them looked up at the sky.

And then—

Their bodies froze.

What... is that?

What... is coming?

Why does it feel... like death?

Soon the air shifted and the wind blasted on their faces.

A terrifying pressure blanketed the land.

Wei Long's scales bristled.

His instincts screamed, warning him—

Danger.

Then—

A figure descended from the sky.

A cultivator in a pristine white robe.

He moved gracefully.

His steps were silent.

Yet, every motion carried authority.

Wei Long narrowed his eyes.

Zou Fang gulped.

The cultivator stopped before them.

He glanced at Zou Fang.

Then—

He turned their gaze to Wei Long.

Suddenly, he frowned and spoke.

"Is this your tamed beast?"

Wei Long's tail flicked.

His reptilian eyes flashed with fury.

Tamed?

Who was tamed?!

His rage surged through their spiritual connection.

"Say 'contracted.' Not 'tamed.'"

Zou Fang tensed.

Then, nervously, he stammered—

"M-My... contracted beast!"

Wei Long snorted.

The cultivator in white simply raised an eyebrow.

He studied Wei Long again.

Then, they spoke once more—

"Why is this Mortal Beast in the eleventh stage?"

Zou Fang hesitated.

Then, he turned toward Wei Long, seeking help.

Wei Long shrugged.

He wasn't going to clean up Zou Fang's mess.

Zou Fang bit his lip.

Then, he turned back and forced a smile.

"I... I gave him a treasure! To reach that level! Earlier, he was only at the sixth stage!"

The cultivator in white sighed.

Suddenly, he furrowed his brow and shook his head.

Their gaze darkened.

"You've destroyed its future."

Zou Fang's eyes widened.

"What?"

Wei Long's expression darkened.

Destroyed?

The cultivator continued, calmly.

"It's clearly a Ground Dragon. A dual-attribute beast—a Temporal Dao Beast and a Draconic Dao Beast."

They sighed again.

"But you destroyed it."

Crack.

Wei Long's claws dug into the ground.

His instincts raged.

Destroy?

DESTROY?!

He almost lunged forward.

Almost tore this arrogant bastard apart.

But—

Before his rage erupted—

The cultivator smiled.

A strange, knowing smile.

"Oh? This one is spicy."

His tone changed.

"I apologize, little dragon."

Wei Long froze.

His tail twitched.

The cultivator smirked.

As if he knew he wanted to attack.

As if he found it amusing.

The two locked eyes.

A silent battle raged between them and some sort of opposing invisible electrical energy burned in the space of the gazes.

Wei Long's scales burned with barely contained fury.

The cultivator's gaze remained calm.

Dangerous. Powerful. Like they held absolute confidence over their position.

Wei Long's instincts screamed.

This human—

He wanted to kill this one.

But—

Could he?

It doesn't matter! He is pissing him off!

Zou Fang, sensing the invisible electric charge of hostility between them, panicked.

He quickly blurted out—

"M-My beast cores! I have sixty-two! More than enough, right?"

The tension in the air broke.

The cultivator in white glanced at Zou Fang.

Then, he nodded.

"I can see that."

But then—

His eyes sharpened.

"But why are they so fresh?"

Zou Fang gulped.

Then, quickly, he explained—

"I made a contract with this powerful Ground Dragon! All the cores are from the beasts he ate!"

The cultivator's eyes flickered.

He studied Wei Long again.

Wei Long stared back.

Finally—

The cultivator nodded, and not long it spoke.

"Alright. Wait for two days."

Zou Fang perked up.

"Two days? For what?"

"For your official disciple status."

Wei Long's eyes narrowed.

The cultivator continued—

"During these two days, you may stay here or hunt more monsters."

"Once you become an outer disciple, you will take missions in the outer circle of the sect while performing your duties."

"So, I suggest you tame more savage beasts."

Then—

Without another word—

The cultivator flew away.

Wei Long did not move.

His scales bristled.

His instincts boiled with rage.

That cultivator...

Looked down on him.

Mocked him.

Wei Long's mind burned.

His body trembled.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

For a moment—

He felt his Bioengineered Dinosaur Instinct take over.

For a moment—

He almost went feral.

For a moment—

He almost attacked.

But—

The cultivator left immediately.

Wei Long breathed heavily.

He forced himself to calm down.

He forced the instincts back.

Tch.

He would have been taken over again.

He was still too unstable.

Too hungry.

Too weak.

Zou Fang, sensing the boiling fury in Wei Long, quickly changed the topic.

"L-Let's go catch more! More beasts! More cores! More taming!"

Wei Long, still staring in the direction the cultivator left, remained silent.

Then—

He nodded.

"...Fine."

He needed to eat.

He needed to hunt.

He needed to gain more abilities.

During this entire time—

All he did was satisfy his hunger.

But he never hunted with purpose.

He never absorbed useful abilities.

He needed to fix that.

Before he left—

Before he entered the sect fully—

He needed to devour.

He needed to grow stronger.

Wei Long turned around.

His claws dug into the earth.

His eyes gleamed with hunger.

Zou Fang nervously followed.

As they disappeared into the wilderness.