Xu Long waited a full seven days before showing up. When he saw the Fireworker Monk again, the man was almost going crazy.
"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'll do anything! Give it to me!"
The Fireworker Monk rolled down in front of Xu Long, unable to bear not eating rats and bats for seven consecutive days.
It felt as if countless ants were crawling under my skin, causing me constant torment every minute and every second.
Xu Long took a mouse out of the storage space, but instead of throwing it all over, he tore off a leg.
Whoosh!
The vine shot out like a sharp arrow, but when it got close to the rat's leg, it became as soft as an octopus's tentacles.
Without chewing, the Fireworker Monk swallowed it whole, and the madness on his face lessened slightly.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Although he desperately wanted it, the Fireworker Monk dared not attack Xu Long again.
The last time they went missing, it lasted seven days. If they run away again this time, it probably won't be a matter of just a few days.
"Want it? Recite the incantation for the Nine Yang Divine Skill, then transfer the True Qi of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to it."
Xu Long smiled and pointed to the Rice Bucket.
"I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!"
Fireworker Monk didn't dare to waste a second, and quickly recited the incantation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
After writing everything down, Xu Long took out a bat and threw it over.
After asking the same question more than a dozen times, Xu Long finally felt relieved.
Once the Fireworker Monk's cravings for rats and bats have subsided, he will transfer the Ninefold Nine Yang Divine Skill's True Qi to the Rice Bucket.
Xu Long's Power of Extreme Yang, Absolute Yin is far stronger than the Power of Pure Yang of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Accepting the power of the Fireworker Monk would be entirely harmful and without any benefit.
But the Rice Bucket is different; when it received Xu Long's gene, it was still Power of Pure Yang, which was just right.
Under pressure, Fireworker Monk, as Xu Long requested, transferred all of his Ninefold Yang True Qi to Rice Bucket and opened up all of its meridians.
Don't doubt it, dogs also have meridians, and Rice Bucket have even more meridians than black people.
Under normal circumstances, the veins of dogs and Black people are not that different; both are creatures that have not undergone key evolutionary processes.
The so-called key evolution is the evolution from ordinary plants and animals to highly intelligent organisms.
As a wolf, Rice Bucket's level of evolution is far inferior to that of humans.
But don't forget that it carries Xu Long's genes, making it far superior to ordinary Beast.
The violent True Qi poured in, causing the Rice Bucket unbearable pain.
The body tissues were torn apart, but the powerful life force allowed them to heal rapidly.
Through this cycle of destruction and Rebirth Divine Hall, the aura emanating from the Rice Bucket grew stronger and Rebirth Divine Hall, eventually breaking through the barrier, completing its physical transformation, and fully entering the S-rank.
"Awoo!"
The Rice Bucket roared to the sky, unleashing Power of Pure Yang that shot towards the heavens.
This is its opportunity. Although it cannot reach the Golden Core Stage in one step, it can still easily crush the mere Song Qingshu.
It's also thanks to the fact that the Rice Bucket contains Xu Long's genes that its body cells have been completely modified. If it were any other animal or a defective product with incomplete meridians, it would have died long ago.
The incident lasted for about half an hour, and when it was all over, the Rice Bucket was completely different.
He was dashing and incredibly handsome.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, exuding an aura of invincibility.
But when he saw Xu Long, he immediately reverted to his original sycophantic attitude.
Its tail wagged wildly, and it ran over to hug Xu Long's hand and started licking it.
Get out of my way.
Xu Long kicked the rice bucket in the Rice Bucket, then took out a cage measuring ten meters in length, width, and height from his storage space. Countless rats scurried out as soon as he opened it.
These are second-generation rats bred by the Red Queen; they are more toxic and have a faster onset of symptoms.
Xu Long didn't even need to lift a finger; when the speed within the Fireworker Monk's body accumulated to a certain critical point, he would die on his own.
These rats are for you. Goodbye forever.
Xu Long glanced at the Fireworker Monk, then immediately used Instant Transmission to leave with the Rice Bucket.
He never intended to fight the Fireworker Monk; if he could outsmart him, why risk his life?
Furthermore, the reward for killing a nearly crippled Golden Core Stage is only slightly better than that for Innate Stage, but the difficulty of killing them far exceeds that of Innate Stage.
If the risks and rewards are disproportionate, then give up decisively.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Outside the Great Hall of Zhenwu, many third-generation disciples waited for Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang to emerge from seclusion.
The sun was shining brightly today, and the weather was fine, but a sense of grief and indignation hung in the air.
" Qingshu, what are you doing? What happened?"
Upon seeing Song Qingshu kneeling in front of the Great Hall of Zhenwu with bandages wrapped around his shoulders, Song Yuanqiao's expression changed drastically.
"Father, Grandmaster, all my fellow disciples, you must do me justice!"
Song Qingshu cried with tears streaming down his face, his grief and sorrow were palpable.
"What kind of man cries like this? Go to the quiet room and face the wall right now. You can come out when you've calmed down."
Seeing his only son's disappointing state, Song Yuanqiao was furious.
Although his son was a scoundrel, Song Yuanqiao was a true chivalrous hero.
He is brave, decisive, principled, and moral, and he cares deeply for his disciples and fellow students.
It is precisely because of this character that he has been able to firmly hold the position of the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
"Let him finish speaking."
Zhang Sanfeng took Song Qingshu's hand, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"How come you still have the power of the Heavenly Sword within you?"
"Master! It was that vile woman Zhou Zhiruo. She was having an affair with some random man on Mount Wudang. When I discovered it, she flew into a rage and injured me with the Heavenly Sword. If I hadn't run away quickly, I probably would never have seen you again."
Song Qingshu knelt on the ground, sobbing Shang-Chi.
"Did Zhou Zhiruo have an affair with a man?"
Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhang Sanfeng, as did the other members of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
The Emei Sect has always been strict in its discipline, and the old nun Miejue was even more demanding.
How could Zhou Zhiruo, her disciple, have an affair with a man? What a joke!
However, although it seems far-fetched, the residual power within Song Qingshu's body does indeed originate from the Heavenly Sword, making the situation quite suspicious.
"Oh, by the way, where's Wuji? Why didn't he come?"
Song Yuanqiao glanced around but didn't see Xu Long. He immediately asked.
" Wuji... that good-for-nothing Zhang Wuji..."
Snap!
The mere mention of Xu Long ignited a murderous intent in Song Qingshu.
However, before he could finish speaking, a slap landed hard on his face.
"Brute!"
Song Yuanqiao roared angrily and then kicked him away.
" Wuji is your junior brother. Although his father and I are not blood brothers, our relationship is closer than that of brothers. Not only do you not take good care of him, but you also insult and abuse him. You..."
Song Yuanqiao trembled with rage. He was getting older, but his son was a good-for-nothing. How could he not be furious?