[Ding... System prompt: [Transformation: Ancient Demigod] skill duration remaining 1 second.]
*Tzeng...*
As soon as the system prompt passed, Chu Tian’s massive form shrunk.
“Ah…” Chu Tian let out a scream.
Damn it… if you’re going to shrink, shrink downwards.
Why are you shrinking upwards?
He screamed, falling in a straight line from a height of over six hundred meters.
*Bang…*
With a loud thud, a large character-shaped hole appeared on the ground.
“Peh peh peh…”
When Chu Tian struggled out of the mud and sand.
A foot was right in front of him.
A foot clad in steel armor.
Immediately after, a circle of gleaming blades was placed at his throat.
Damn it…
Chu Tian cursed inwardly. His entire body ached, and he had no strength left.
“It’s you…”
“It’s you?”
Two different voices spoke simultaneously from Chu Tian and Wei Jin.
“It seems it really is you!” Wei Jin grinned.
He extended his hand to Chu Tian: “Hand it over!”
“Hand over what?” Chu Tian was stunned.
“The eggs and core of the Fiery Gu Toad, and… the core of that big fellow from just now.”
“Damn… are you robbing me? I don’t have any…”
Chu Tian puffed out his chest.
“Insolent… Kneel…”
Suddenly, someone behind him kicked the back of Chu Tian’s knee.
Chu Tian staggered, almost falling to his knees.
This action instantly enraged Chu Tian, a flicker of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
“Hmph…”
*Crack…* The sound of a watermelon splitting.
Accompanied by a half-scream, the person who kicked Chu Tian’s head exploded.
The headless corpse swayed twice and fell behind Chu Tian.
“Seeking death…” Suddenly, everyone around him erupted.
The blade at his throat pressed harder, already cutting Chu Tian’s skin.
However, he simply looked at Wei Jin before him with pride.
The opponent’s eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand: “Stop!”
“Who… are you, exactly?”
Chu Tian sized him up, then curled his lips: “You’re Wei Jin, right?
You can call me Uncle. I was just calling your father, Wei Du, brother on the city gate tower!”
“Commander, this person is spouting nonsense and insulting the old city lord. Please allow your subordinate to execute him on the spot!”
A person stepped forward and said to Wei Jin.
Chu Tian sensed the aura of a peak Heavenly Soul realm cultivator from this person.
Before Wei Jin could speak.
Chu Tian looked at him and said lightly: “If you want to die, come over!”
Although his body ached and he couldn’t exert any strength,
And he couldn’t even use the transformation skill.
But his divine soul was still there.
The soul attack from just now.
Had instantly killed that Earth-grade Zhongdu Army member, turning him into a headless corpse.
Such sneak attacks were very effective. In a frontal confrontation, as long as the opponent was on guard.
Defending the sea of consciousness, the use was not that great.
Seeing Chu Tian trembling but still daring to say such words.
And looking at the headless corpse on the ground, that person hesitated.
As if waiting for Wei Jin’s command.
In fact, he was also scared. His earlier words were just to curry favor.
“Did you just come from Myriad Beast City?” Wei Jin waved his hand at that person.
The latter, relieved, took a step back.
Looking at Chu Tian, however, his eyes were filled with intense coldness.
Chu Tian didn’t care about his gaze, thinking: Better not provoke me, or I’ll kill you.
“Hmph… go ask your father yourself when you get back to the city… But you’d better hurry, or the City Lord of Myriad Beast City might be replaced!”
After saying this, Chu Tian sent a command to the system.
“God-Tier Teleportation… Activate! Coordinates: West City Gate of Myriad Beast City!”
*Weng…*
In an instant, Chu Tian’s body turned into countless streams of white smoke.
*Swish…* In the shocked gazes of everyone, he disappeared from his spot.
Wei Jin stared at the place where Chu Tian had vanished, pondering his last sentence.
“Assemble… Rush to Myriad Beast City at full speed!”
…
Chu Tian’s figure reappeared out of thin air on the west city gate of Myriad Beast City.
Here, there was only a gust of cold wind, and no one else.
“Crap… You promised to cover my back, where did everyone go?”
He strode down the city gate and onto the city wall.
“Stop…”
Amidst his helplessness, he was surrounded by another group of guards.
No one here recognized him. Those who did, the Western City Guards and City Defense Army, had all turned to dust in the impact wave of the monstrous roar.
The frontline soldiers here were all temporarily transferred from other armies.
Chu Tian rubbed his temples. This was so annoying…
…
In the center of Myriad Beast City, on a towering platform, stood a not-very-luxurious palace.
Five people were seated around a round table.
Like an ordinary family banquet.
Wei Du, Old Yang, Ding Ding.
And the two Wind and Fire Priests, referred to as Old Li and Old Qin.
These two priests were not very talkative, drinking wine with expressionless faces.
Wei Du and Old Yang were teasing each other.
Since there were no maids to serve them, Ding Ding took on the task of pouring wine for everyone.
As they were drinking, when Ding Ding was about to refill Old Yang’s cup.
Old Yang waved his hand, saying he wouldn’t drink their lousy wine, it was too bland.
“Little Yang, you’re just boasting. This is the famous Pear Blossom Brew from Clear Water City.
I usually don’t bear to drink it myself, yet I brought it out to entertain you, and you’re acting high and mighty?”
Wei Du, clearly a bit tipsy, slammed the table and pointed at Old Yang’s nose.
“Tsk… Now this is what I call wine, you country bumpkins!”
Old Yang waved his hand, bringing out a large barrel, the kind used to buy bulk liquor from stores.
He flipped open the lid, and a strong aroma of baijiu wafted out.
The Fire Priest, Old Li, with his rosy, wine-soaked nose, sniffed twice.
His eyes lit up, and he took a step forward to Old Yang.
“May I ask, what is this wine?” His eyes were fixed on the clear, transparent barrel of baijiu.
“I don’t know, Chu Tian gave it to me!”
Saying this, he took out a wine ladle, dipped it in, and pulled it out.
He then took the wine pot containing the Pear Blossom Brew and splashed the precious good wine on the ground.
Wei Du watched, feeling heartbroken.
However, he also smelled the aroma wafting from the barrel.
“Old Priest Li, please heat it to forty degrees!”
He handed the wine pot to the fire-elemental priest.
The latter, though curious, held the wine pot in his hand.
His palm gradually turned fiery red, and in an instant, wisps of steam rose from the wine pot.
Once done, he poured himself a cup.
He brought it under his nose and smelled it, his face showing an expression of intoxication.
Ding Ding took the wine pot and poured wine for everyone.
Seeing Old Li’s expression, Wei Du’s face moved. Could this really be a peerless delicacy?
Among them, only Old Li was extremely fond of wine and would often mooch off him.
But he had never seen him show such an expression for any kind of wine.
Thinking about it, he brought the cup in his hand to his lips and drank it in one gulp.
*Pfft, pfft…*
Suddenly, two sounds of spitting.
Erupted from Wei Du and Old Qin’s mouths.
The two were sitting facing each other, and after this sip…
Both of their faces became wet.
“Haha…”
Old Yang slapped his legs and laughed heartily.
Back then… he had been the same!
Mocked by Chu Tian.
Seeing others in the same predicament, he felt schadenfreude.
As for the Fire Priest, Old Li, who was sitting opposite Old Yang.
He brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip.
“Good wine… good wine…”
His wine-soaked nose became even redder.
His complexion shifted from pale to green to red.
“This… is wine? Didn’t you make a barrel of poison for us to drink?”
Even Old Qin, the Wind Priest, who had been silent, had a purple face and stuck out his tongue.
With a lopsided mouth, he glared at Old Yang.
“Tsk…” Old Yang scoffed, taking a sip with his lips.
It was pungent at first, but upon careful tasting, there was an indescribable fragrance.
This was because he had never eaten Earth’s grains.
It was the fragrance of wheat.
Upon entering the abdomen, the warmth instantly surged through all his acupoints, such a comfortable feeling, and they called it poison?
Old Yang and Old Li, the two of them, drank cup after cup.
It was as if they had met too late.
Just as Wei Du was about to ask Ding Ding to get another pot of Pear Blossom Brew.
Old Yang flicked his hand, throwing him a ten-liter bottle of the cheapest wine from the supermarket.
Calling it wine was an exaggeration; it was just a mixed beverage.
“Chu Tian said that those who can’t drink this unique small-batch baijiu only deserve to drink this ten-yuan-a-pot stuff.
He said it’s quite tasty if you freeze it before drinking, so here you go!”
Old Yang swayed his hand unsteadily, as if discarding trash.
Wei Du was curious, poured a cup, and took a sip.
His eyes immediately lit up. He had never tasted this flavor before.
He quickly asked Ding Ding to make some ice and place it below to chill it.
At this moment…
*Boom…* A loud bang.
“Wei Du, Old Yang…” reached their ears.