Chapter 39: Consuming the Demonic Beast (3)

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Rumbling thunder echoed from within Yan Chuan’s body, a series of subtle booms resonating through him. His fists blazed with golden light. With a final punch, a thunderous explosion erupted around him, and suddenly, the winds all about stilled. Yan Chuan was drenched in sweat, which now carried black impurities expelled from his body.

“Congratulations, Your Highness! You have entered the fourth tier of the Strength Realm!” Huo Guang exclaimed with excitement.

Demonic beast meat? Just one pot? With only a single meal, he had broken through? How much power was hidden within that serpent flesh?

Yan Chuan merely smiled, unconcerned.

“Your Highness, the hot water is ready. Please bathe and change,” Liu Jin announced.

Yan Chuan nodded and entered a bamboo hut, where he washed thoroughly, cleansing away the impurities. Dressed in fresh clothes, he emerged once again.

Huo Guang and Liu Jin were waiting respectfully.

“This serpent, apart from its venom, all of it is edible. I alone cannot finish it. You two should eat more, and intensify your training!” Yan Chuan said, smiling.

“Yes! Thank you, Your Highness!” The two answered gratefully.

Demonic beast meat was not something ordinary people could even touch, and now they could consume it lavishly to aid their cultivation? With Yan Chuan’s example before them, they could imagine that, so long as they had a steady supply of such meat, their own strength would advance rapidly.

“Do the warriors of the Imperial Guard have enough meat for training?” Yan Chuan inquired.

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Huo Guang gave a wry smile and shook his head. “No, the brothers merely have enough to fill their bellies, so their cultivation is very slow. Only the senior officers are allotted enough meat to use for training. With three thousand soldiers and three thousand mouths to feed—even though we raise some livestock and hunt game—we can only provide enough extra meat to a few officers for their training.”

Yan Chuan’s brow furrowed slightly. “Without sufficient meat, how can they cultivate?”

Huo Guang said nothing—not for lack of will, but for lack of means.

“Is the brush ready?” Yan Chuan turned to Liu Jin.

“Yes!” Liu Jin immediately presented a jade-green brush.

“Your Highness, you have so many brushes in your study. Why not use those?” Liu Jin asked, puzzled.

“Those brushes? Hah, they cannot withstand my writing,” Yan Chuan replied with a shake of his head.

“Yes.” Though he did not understand, Liu Jin did not press further.

“What about the serpent’s blood?” Yan Chuan asked.

“It has been collected—an entire barrel,” Huo Guang replied respectfully.

“Good. To the barracks!” Yan Chuan commanded.

“Yes!”

The three set off for the military camp. By now, Yan Chuan was regarded by all the soldiers as something akin to a deity. Each man looked upon him with awe and reverence. At his arrival, the troops instinctively assembled into formation, awaiting orders.

“Archers and crossbowmen, prepare to face the enemy!” Yan Chuan said with a smile.

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“Yes!” Though the soldiers did not know where the enemy might appear, they responded with utmost respect.

Yan Chuan surveyed the surroundings, then came to a halt near a large rock not far away. Producing the jade brush, Liu Jin quickly understood and began to grind the ink.

Dipping his brush, Yan Chuan began to write upon the rock without hesitation.

A sudden gust stirred the dust and smoke around them; as the brush touched stone, the world seemed to shift. Each stroke released a faint, grayish mist that swirled gently around the characters.

With the final stroke, the gray mist rapidly formed a vortex that drew in the surrounding air, then exploded outward. The condensed energy shot straight into the southern forest, dispersing in all directions.

On the rock, a single, bold character—“Dissipate”—was etched as if carved by a master’s hand.