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Chapter 856.6: Below One, Above Ten Thousand

…Renshou dashed back to stand behind Chen Huaian, trembling all over.

“Ancient One… the situation’s a bit off… Your Taotie might be losing control, it might not obey you…”

Chen Huaian raised a brow, glancing at the obviously altered aura of the Muscle Tyrant, thinking, “Is that even possible?”

“Yes.” Renshou nodded. “There’s a probability this can happen. Your bond with your beast is a blood-contract. Your vital essence locks onto its bloodline, so you are its master.

Now that its destiny energy and bloodline have been restored, its strength has returned to its peak. Your vital essence might no longer be able to lock its bloodline.

At that point it will completely break free, and then… it will settle both new and old scores with you!”

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes at the words. “Is it really that serious?”

“It… it really is that serious!” Renshou kept nodding.

That was the ancient fierce beast Taotie!

The idea that Chen Sword Master could make Taotie into his pet was already a fantasy.

After all, Taotie had the typical fierce beast temperament: fearless of heaven or earth, defiant even against the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—how could it willingly submit to humans?

From the perspective of a fierce beast’s nature, once there’s a chance to break free, it will use every ounce of strength to escape and lash out at its master.

With the Ancient One’s power, perhaps he could fight a Taotie at its prime, but he would be a shrimp in comparison; the aftershock of the battle could still cost him his life.

“So the Meridian Refining Technique has this flaw!” Chen Huaian drew Black Scales Sword, looking sidelong at the Muscle Tyrant. “It seems today I must clear house!”

A killing intent spread over the Muscle Tyrant’s head.

It snapped the Muscle Tyrant out of its intoxication with the surge of newly regained power.

Its empty-headed mind finally processed what Renshou had just said, and its expression immediately darkened.

“You old curmudgeon, I was just about to properly thank you, after all you helped me recover strength.

Then you went and tattled to my master, saying I would slay my owner? What are your intentions?!”

The Muscle Tyrant pressed close to Chen Huaian, carefully sidestepping the sword. It stretched its massive head forward, its blood-filled maw hanging above Renshou.

Renshou grabbed Chen Huaian’s sleeve, trembling as he said, “Ancient One, don’t believe him, this is all… all the beast’s scheme!

It’s waiting for you to relax your guard!”

“Still sowing discord! Die for me!” the Muscle Tyrant snarled, raising a paw to slap Renshou, all while constantly gauging Chen Huaian’s face.

Chen Huaian lofted his sword to block; shing! A streak of silver-white sword qi crossed above Renshou’s head, preventing the Muscle Tyrant’s claws from advancing even an inch.

Given the opening, the Muscle Tyrant naturally backed down, snorting as it withdrew its paw.

That noisy old man was its benefactor; a scare was enough—actually killing him would be unacceptable.

“Ancient One, can you casually take a full strike from the beast Taotie?!” Renshou looked astonished.

That blow from Taotie had shaken heaven and earth, the darkened sky seeming to cave in, yet Chen Huaian had taken it with ease.

No wonder Taotie hadn’t rebelled…

Renshou cupped his hands in respect. “It seems I was short-sighted. Ancient One, your vital essence still has a suppressive effect on the King of Fierce Beasts!”

Then he bowed deeply to the Muscle Tyrant. “Senior, my apologies, I almost caused you to be sliced by the Ancient One’s sword, cough cough…

Er… our sect has many tasty spirit fruits and well-fattened spirit cattle and pigs, favorites among ordinary beasts. If there’s a chance, I’ll bring some for you to try.”

Chen Huaian: “…”

Muscle Tyrant: “…”

It looked as if it were suddenly very interested in those worthless fruits and spirit meats.

Still, since it was the old man’s goodwill, it would reluctantly accept.

“Someone’s coming.” At that moment, Chen Huaian’s brow tightened, his gaze toward the western horizon.

Renshou also looked that way, but saw nothing.

The Muscle Tyrant reacted quickly, immediately moving to block Chen Huaian and Renshou, expression solemn. “Master, remember what I told you?

My mission is to attract the attention of the Myriad Gods and Buddhas. Your priority is to hide your identity and keep growing stronger, stronger until you can end this cycle of reincarnation.

To achieve that, you could even pretend to be one of those Myriad Gods and Buddhas.

I will delay their search for you. When the powers from the Upper Realm must focus on dealing with me,

you can perfectly hide… provided you never reveal the Ancestral Dragon’s aura.

Now that the Wells of Heaven are all open and the passages between Lower and Upper Realms are exposed, even demon-immortal avatars like Wu E or Chen Niu cannot locate you, but those immortals and gods can. Once they lock onto your identity, any disguise you use will be ineffective.”

Chen Huaian nodded.

He understood the Muscle Tyrant’s mission, which was why he had tried to increase the beast’s strength.

Although he had not been discovered by gods or immortals and had not seen divinities searching for the Dragon’s successor,

because the Muscle Tyrant said it, he assumed it was happening, and that the situation was indeed that grave.

So he did need the Muscle Tyrant to draw attention.

And though he had reached the Great Ascension Stage, compared with the Myriad Gods and Buddhas, he was still far too weak.

“Master, you should leave now.”

Seeing Chen Huaian grasp the meaning, the Muscle Tyrant did not force him to stay. A trace of relief passed through its red-gold eyes.

What it feared most was a plot where Chen Huaian insisted on staying to fight alongside it.

That would not move it; it would only cause it pain.

Luckily, Chen Huaian was indeed chosen by the Ancestral Dragon—rational and strategic.

“You must watch your safety. If you cannot win, escape at once; do not die trying.”

Chen Huaian retreated while admonishing, “Your task is to attract attention. You have to stay alive to draw more attention, to make the pursuers continually want to kill you… so you must survive!”

“Ke ke ke!” Taotie threw back its head and laughed wildly, the sound shaking the nine heavens.

“In the presence of those immortal gods in the Upper Realm, I may be insignificant.

But in this Lower Realm, I am below one, above ten thousand!

Whoever comes, I will kill!”

As it roared, Chen Huaian led Renshou away.

A hundred li off, the Taotie’s mountain-sized body had already shrunk to a tiny black dot.

But Renshou could not help turning back.

The King of Fierce Beasts’ horns curved skyward, cracks leaking dark red blood-essence, yet the features only grew more rugged; its red-gold eyes burned with an undying flame, warping the surrounding air. There was not a trace of fear—only resolute single-mindedness.

That silhouette stood as tall as a mountain, as if propping up a collapsing sky, sheltering all danger behind it.

“To use a fierce beast’s body to carry out acts of protection…”

Renshou murmured, eyes full of complexity, his heart seeming to reach a sudden understanding.

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