Chapter 1272: Natives Preyed Upon by Flat-Feathered Beasts

Translator: CinderTL

"Since you discovered this village and obtained two Pure Origin Heavenly Dews from it, why didn’t you search for other native villages instead of venturing into the Gang Qi-ravaged Nine Heavens?" Song Wen asked.

Ying Deng replied, "How do you know I didn’t search for other villages? I scoured an area of a million miles in all directions and found two more villages, but neither contained any Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. Moreover, the natives in those villages were far weaker than those here, with the strongest among them only at the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Song Wen’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Are you saying that villages without Pure Origin Heavenly Dew have weaker natives? Could there be a connection between the two?"

Ying Deng nodded. "It’s possible. This village below likely stumbled upon a Pure Origin Heavenly Dew by chance. They used it to enhance their strength and then sought out more. However, they’ve consumed most of their supply. Therefore, it’s not wise to waste effort searching for other villages."

Song Wen’s frown deepened, and he shook his head slightly.

Ying Deng’s words weren’t entirely without merit, but searching for Pure Origin Heavenly Dew amidst the raging gales was like searching for a needle in the ocean.

If they could find a native settlement stronger than this village, they might be able to gather all the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew they needed in one go.

Moreover, while Ying Deng had searched a million-mile radius, he had overlooked a crucial factor: the gale’s prevailing wind direction.

Following the main wind direction to find native settlements would undoubtedly increase their chances of obtaining Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

"Thank you for sharing this information. It’s time for you to depart. Do you have any final words?" Song Wen asked.

Ying Deng glared at Song Wen with furious eyes, his voice a venomous roar.

"When I die, the divine sense imprint on my body will inevitably transfer to you. The Profound Sky Sect will avenge me! You’ll suffer a fate far more wretched than mine!"

"Heh," Song Wen chuckled softly. "You won’t live to see that day."

As he spoke, the blood cocoon enveloping Ying Deng suddenly began to tighten, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bones breaking.

Ying Deng’s eyes widened in fury, his gaze fixed on Song Wen as if he wished he could tear him apart limb from limb.

Suddenly.

With a thud, the only part of Ying Deng visible outside the blood cocoon—his head—fell off.

His body had been crushed.

A tentacle extended from the blood cocoon, coiled around his head, and pulled it inside.

Simultaneously, another tentacle emerged, offering a storage ring to Song Wen.

Song Wen accepted the ring, briefly examined it, and retrieved two jade boxes containing Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, storing them in his own storage ring.

He casually pocketed Ying Deng’s storage ring.

Immediately afterward, Song Wen moved, riding the gale southwestward.

Flying low to the ground, he could sense the gale’s direction while using his shadow void to scout the terrain below.

After flying less than three million li, he encountered his first village.

The village was nestled among rolling hills.

It housed just over a thousand natives, living in a primitive manner: dwelling in caves, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and using crude tools like bone knives and stone axes.

As Ying Deng had said, the natives lacked cultivation knowledge but possessed formidable physical strength. However, the strongest among them barely reached the early stage of foundation establishment.

Though Song Wen knew it was highly unlikely that such a weak village would possess Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, and Shadow Void’s divine sense had detected no trace of it, he still descended into the village.

He moved like a phantom, darting into each native’s cave. Activating his Treasure Light Spirit Eye, he meticulously searched every corner, wary that the natives might have a spiritual object capable of concealing the dew from divine sense detection.

His caution was not unwarranted.

Ying Deng had mentioned that the two drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew he obtained were stored in a crude stone urn.

This seemingly ordinary urn contained Stellar Gold Sand, which prevented Spiritual Qi from dissipating and masked its fluctuations, making it nearly impossible to detect with divine sense.

Ying Deng had only discovered the dew after noticing the natives worshiping the urn on a stone altar. Curious, he seized it for closer inspection and found the precious liquid within.

The Treasure Light Spirit Eye, capable of clearly perceiving the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi emanating from treasures, was perfectly suited for this situation.

Song Wen’s forceful entry into the caves went unnoticed by the natives.

His speed was so blindingly fast that he appeared as a fleeting shadow. Before they could even register his presence, he was gone, leaving them with only the sensation of a demonic gust of wind passing through.

After searching all the caves, Song Wen felt a sense of anticlimactic disappointment.

These weak villages truly possessed no Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

He soared back into the gale-swept skies and continued southwest.

Having learned his lesson, he no longer personally investigated small villages. Instead, he instructed Shadow Void to scan them with divine sense before swiftly departing.

After encountering over a dozen fruitless villages and traveling tens of millions of miles, he finally came across a slightly stronger settlement.

This village housed only ten thousand inhabitants, but its strongest warrior possessed Qi and Blood as potent as a dragon, rivaling a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

When Song Wen arrived above the village, it was under siege by several Flat-Feathered Beasts.

These creatures resembled vultures, with razor-sharp beaks, serpentine necks, and bald heads.

Their colossal wings spanned over thirty meters, yet their cultivation level was merely third-tier. Silver Thunderlight crackled around their bodies.

With each flash of silver lightning, the giant birds’ speed surged, allowing them to dive like lightning bolts into the village, snatch a native, and swiftly ascend.

After climbing back to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, they would tilt their heads back and swallow their prey whole, then circle high above, searching for their next victim.

Their extreme caution stemmed from their fear of the strongest warrior in the village.

This man stood over six feet tall, clad only in a beast hide around his waist. His bare chest was dark and gleaming, his muscles bulging like molten iron poured into molds.

Despite his formidable physique, he possessed a glaring weakness: he could not fly.

He watched helplessly as the Flat-Feathered Beasts devoured his kin, his eyes burning with fury like molten copper, yet utterly powerless to intervene.

With a thunderous stomp that cracked the ground like a spiderweb, he leaped skyward. But without the ability to maneuver in the air, he could only charge in a straight line. The Flat-Feathered Beasts easily evaded his clumsy attacks.

He then attempted ranged attacks, but lacking proper weapons, he could only hurl massive boulders, which the Flat-Feathered Beasts dodged with ease.

The other natives scattered in panic, some fleeing into their drafty wooden huts, while others joined the hulking warrior in attacking the Flat-Feathered Beasts. But their strength was pitifully weak, none exceeding the third-tier, posing no threat whatsoever to the Flat-Feathered Beasts.

(End of the Chapter)

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