"Di Kun! Eighth rank!" The cultivators present were all astonished when Di Kun appeared, struck by his incomparably proud and aloof aura. They looked at Lu Xiaotian with even greater scrutiny. Normally, subdued monsters were weaker than the cultivators themselves. After all, improving one's own cultivation was the foundation. Yet the flying silver corpse Di Kun before them had actually reached the eighth rank. Eighth-rank spirit beasts were not uncommon, but Di Kun absolutely belonged among the finest of spirit beasts. Judging from his aura alone, few spirit beasts could rival him.
The Little Fire Crow in the other Spirit Beast Bag sensed the fluctuations of spiritual fire and grew excited again. But now that Di Kun had finally experienced a tremendous surge in strength, Lu Xiaotian would never release this little bringer of calamity. Back then, in the Yin Wind Valley, when Lu Xiaotian was still in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had encountered Di Kun in the tomb. The Di Kun he had faced in that battle was the most formidable one Lu Xiaotian had ever seen. Later, after the Little Fire Crow absorbed its ice-blue flames, Lu Xiaotian subdued it as well, but he had always felt that Di Kun had lost some of the aura he had possessed when they first met. Only now, after Di Kun encountered that Monster Core in the Misty Hall and refined it, did Lu Xiaotian feel that vanished aura return to him. With Di Kun's current strength, Lu Xiaotian estimated that even without using the Devouring Soul Art, he would probably not be his match.
This is a good thing. Lu Xiaotian chuckled inwardly. The stronger Di Kun was, the greater his ability to protect himself would naturally be.
Seeing Huqin, the zither-playing woman, flustered as she dealt with Di