"Caw..."
Lu Xiaotian irritably tossed several Spirit Beast Pills out the window. This Little Fire Crow had an astonishingly huge appetite, yet its demands for Spirit Beast Pills were anything but low. Ever since it had accidentally eaten a Spirit Beast Pill meant for a fourth-rank demonic beast, it had turned its nose up at the kind meant for Qi Refining cultivators. Having learned that lesson, Lu Xiaotian had never taken out higher-grade Spirit Beast Pills again, afraid of spoiling the little fellow's appetite. Not to speak of the whole world—at least throughout the cultivation realm, there were not many spirit birds like this Little Fire Crow, whose own strength was mediocre yet which could crunch fourth-rank Spirit Beast Pills like beans.
By rights, even an ordinary Little Fire Crow demon bird should have been able to launch attacks such as small fireballs. Yet this one seemed to be an oddity. Other than having a sharp beak, it had not displayed any offensive power for the time being. And it was particularly good at enjoying itself; as for being especially good at enduring hardship, it only managed the first four words.
Yet Lu Xiaotian also knew that this Little Fire Crow was far from as ordinary as it appeared. At the very least, it had swallowed in one bite the icy blue flame that had left him helpless, able only to wait for death. He was a body cultivator at the peak of the sixth rank, yet the Little Fire Crow could peck through his skin with a casual couple of strikes. Its attacks were even more formidable than top-grade magical artifacts.
Perhaps it was a mutant among fire crows, and he simply had not yet discovered what made it unique. In any case, the little fellow had saved his