Night Exploration of the Magic Beast Mountains, Divine King Flesh Tempts Magic Beasts

Ten Thousand Medicines Hall was quite spacious, illuminated as brightly as day by Moonlight Stones hanging from the walls.

There were quite a few customers in the shop at the moment, and the clerks were all extremely busy, so no one came to greet Meng Chen, who had just entered.

Meng Chen swept his gaze across the transparent display counters and spotted Blood Lotus Essence among the Yellow Lotus Essence.

Meng Chen asked a clerk to bring him that piece of Blood Lotus Essence.

Taking the medicinal ingredient, he lightly scratched it with his fingernail. Beneath its yellowed skin lay a vivid crimson color like fresh blood, along with a strange bloody smell.

This had originally been Xiao Yan's opportunity, but Meng Chen was not that rigid.

Although he and Xiao Yan could be considered friends, Yao Lao not only did not regard him as Xiao Yan's friend, but also wanted to fleece him.

The wool came from the sheep. Xiao Yan could bear the credit and blame for Yao Lao—perfectly reasonable!

After leaving Ten Thousand Medicines Hall, Meng Chen brought Qinglin to an inn and rented a superior room.

That night, Hai Bodong returned.

"Young Divine King, that Xiao Yixian has entered the Magic Beast Mountains."

At those words, Meng Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.

After renting the room during the day, he had instructed Hai Bodong to keep an eye on Xiao Yixian, waiting for her to go treasure hunting alone.

Meng Chen then gently instructed Qinglin, "Qinglin, stay at the inn and don't run around. Elder Hai and I are heading out to take care of something in the Magic Beast Mountains."

The little snake beauty nodded obediently and softly replied, "Mm. Qinglin will wait obediently for Young Master to return."

Meng Chen reached out and rubbed Qinglin's little head. Beside him, a pair of ice-blue Dou Qi wings, seemingly formed from ice crystals, unfolded behind Hai Bodong's back, radiating bone-chilling cold.

The crystalline wings flapped. Hai Bodong placed one hand on Meng Chen's shoulder, using Dou Qi to hold Meng Chen's body in place as he carried him out of the inn and flew toward the Magic Beast Mountains.

The Magic Beast Mountains were vast and boundless, filled with crisscrossing mountains and ravines. Their rolling peaks resembled giant pythons lying dormant across the land. Lush vegetation thrived everywhere, countless magic beasts lived within, and danger lurked on all sides.

Even Battle Emperor experts could not remain there for long.

Hai Bodong brought Meng Chen down into a dense forest. More than ten li away stood a great mountain dozens of zhang high, its slopes covered in towering ancient trees. Tiger roars and ape cries echoed through the air as baleful aura gathered and lingered around it.

The moment he landed, a purple-black spider nearly two meters wide suddenly descended from above and lunged at Meng Chen's handsome face. Poison dripped from its grotesque mouthparts, making one's skin crawl with revulsion.

Meng Chen's expression changed slightly as he rapidly retreated, dodging the purple-black spider's face-hugging attack.

Before Hai Bodong could act, a gilded long spear engraved with dragon patterns appeared in Meng Chen's hand. The spear shot out like a dragon, unleashing powerful force that instantly killed the venomous spider and blasted it into a heap of mangled flesh.

"As expected of the Magic Beast Mountains. Danger truly lurked everywhere."

Meng Chen still felt lingering fear as he looked at the pile of spider meat on the ground.

It was also his first time in the Magic Beast Mountains, and he had underestimated the danger here. He had nearly been ambushed the instant he arrived. He would have to be twice as careful.

Looking at the pile of spider flesh that reeked of blood and rot, disgust appeared in Meng Chen's eyes. He lightly shook the Coiling Dragon Spear, scattering the foul-smelling blood and flesh clinging to its shaft.

This sudden attack heightened Meng Chen's vigilance. He surveyed the area ahead, and the slightly relaxed mood he had felt under Hai Bodong's protection immediately became tense.

The Magic Beast Mountains were still the Magic Beast Mountains. The dangers contained within could not be underestimated.

"Elder Hai, how is it?"

Meng Chen asked Hai Bodong whether he could sense Xiao Yixian's aura.

Hai Bodong nodded and raised a hand to point in a direction.

Meng Chen gripped the Coiling Dragon Spear and continued onward. Along the way, they encountered poisonous creatures and magic beasts, all of which he killed himself without letting Hai Bodong intervene.

He also wanted to test what level his strength had reached.

The Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand was a Low-Grade Sacred Artifact gifted by Qing Yanjing. A True Dragon Spirit Essence was sealed within it, giving it inherent dragon might that could somewhat intimidate beasts.

Yet along the way, Meng Chen encountered quite a few magic beast attacks.

Meng Chen was utterly confused.

Wasn't the Coiling Dragon Spear supposed to intimidate beasts? Why wasn't it working at all?

Or was his luck simply that terrible?

Meng Chen looked at the Coiling Dragon Spear in his hand. There had been a saying in his previous life: "Lancers have E-rank luck since ancient times." Could it really have come true?

But then a self-mocking smile appeared on his face. He was not some Japanese mutt, so that saying could not possibly apply to him.

With a casual motion, he nailed a snake-like magic beast that had pounced down from a tree and continued onward.

As they ventured deeper, Meng Chen could feel the vicious gazes around him growing stronger and more numerous, filled with greed for a delectable feast.

It made Meng Chen's scalp tingle. What exactly was on him that had attracted so many magic beasts?

Even Hai Bodong was astonished. He had not released his pressure, but he was still a dignified Battle Emperor. It was one thing that these magic beasts did not flee—how did they dare covet them?!

In the eyes of those magic beasts hiding in the shadows, every part of Meng Chen gave off an enticing aura. He was like Tang Monk's flesh; eating him would let them advance to a higher level.

The temptation of the Divine King Physique's flesh and blood had made them overlook the deterrence of dragon might!

Meng Chen's expression turned grave as he tightened his grip around the Coiling Dragon Spear, which was stained with the blood of numerous magic beasts. Its sharp tip gleamed, spilling cold light in every direction.

He vigilantly watched his surroundings, his steps shifting lightly yet landing with weight and strength, leaving one footprint after another in the ground.

The magic beasts gradually revealed themselves from the forest: Rockhorn Boars, Silverwind Wolves, Baleful Flood Dragon Leopards, Three-Tailed Ice Foxes, and more.

Though they were merely second- and third-tier magic beasts, even a Dou Ling would meet a bitter end when facing such a massive pack.

For a moment, the atmosphere was drawn tight as a bowstring.

The magic beasts' eyes gleamed with ferocity. They opened their bloody maws, baring fangs that had clearly never been washed. Foul-smelling saliva dripped to the ground as their legs bent, poised to strike.

The slightest movement from Meng Chen would send them all charging forward to fight him to the death.

"How dare you!!!"

Seeing this, Hai Bodong shouted and decisively stepped in front of Meng Chen. The pressure of a Battle Emperor burst from his body and swept over the magic beasts!

The magic beasts surrounding Meng Chen felt the pressure of a Battle Emperor, and the reason that had been clouded by their craving for the Divine King Physique's flesh instantly returned.

The terrifying aura belonging to a Battle Emperor made their beastly bodies tremble. Fear filled their eyes, and they frantically abandoned Meng Chen, that piece of Tang Monk's flesh, before fleeing in panic.

Yet just as the pack of magic beasts fled, a foul wind suddenly swept through the forest, making the trees rustle violently. Deep growls accompanied it, filling the heart with terror.

Meng Chen's hairs instantly stood on end as a grave sense of danger enveloped him. He abruptly turned to look westward, and Hai Bodong looked over as well.

A massive Winged White Tiger more than ten meters long emerged slowly from the forest with a low growl. Its tiger body bore not a single streak or pattern of another color, pure white as snow, while its claws were incomparably sharp and glinted with cold light.

A pair of wings several zhang wide grew from its back, wreathed in incredibly dense wind-attributed energy. Its tiger tail, over three meters long, was as hard as refined iron. As it swayed, the wind howled, snapping even the towering trees five or six meters thick beside it...