Even the demonic cultivator wasn't sure, but once he arrived here, the demonic beast he had formed a bond with fell into extreme unease!
The demonic cultivator held a birdcage in his hand, inside which was a dying baby bird. On his shoulder stood a raven, his sworn demonic beast—the Netherworld Night Owl.
Unfortunately, his Netherworld Night Owl was seriously injured and urgently needed to devour other spirit beasts to recover. Now that Panlong City harbors an even more terrifying existence, the demonic cultivators dared not make any rash moves for the time being!
Just as the demonic cultivator was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do next, the Netherworld Night Owl on his shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and cried out softly.
The demonic cultivator who sensed the Netherworld Night Owl looked down and saw a young girl with a chubby sparrow on her head!
That sparrow was clearly well-bred; its feathers were glossy and smooth. It was small, but it was as fat as a ball. It looked so fat that it couldn't even fly!
Then look at his own Night Owl. During the escape, those bastards had damaged most of its feathers, leaving it bald. The bird was so thin that it seemed it didn't even have the strength to stand on his shoulder.
If the Night Owl were able to speak, it would surely say something like, "Following you has been a miserable fate!"
Demonic Cultivator: "..."
The demonic cultivator changed the subject, saying, "My darling, you're so clever! I can find some female cultivators to raise as spirit pets to help you recover from your injuries. Once we've gotten rid of those brats, I'll catch even more powerful spirit beasts for you to devour!"
After all, since the little spirit pets are toys kept by the female cultivators, their disappearance wouldn't attract much attention.
The Night Owl remained silent, its gaze fixed greedily on the sparrow above the girl's head from beginning to end.
It could sense a powerful force within that little creature; if only it could eat it!
The demonic cultivator frowned. He didn't take a Foundation Establishment stage girl seriously, but the people around her were all quite powerful.
As a demonic cultivator who was also a beast tamer, he naturally did not miss the rooster beside Zhou Han, which was... a member of the Phoenix Clan!
The Phoenix Clan is the nemesis of demonic cultivators. Unless that little girl is alone, demonic cultivators don't want to provoke this group...
After returning to the Helian family, the group enjoyed a few leisurely days. When Helian Boda went to check the results after the preliminary rounds, he indeed saw Wenren's name on the list.
No one would have expected that this hastily established family would be directly selected as one of the eight great families.
Just as outsiders were marveling at the fancy names on the list of prominent families, the competition to rank the eight great families officially began.
Early that morning, the eight-person team officially entered the competition with their coffins.
Although only eight families were selected, each family had a considerable number of members, and the initial competitions followed the usual random assignment method. Finally, the family with the most first-place finishes was determined by adding up all the competition results; this family would then become the head of the eight great families.
While everyone else was busy with the upcoming matches, Ouyang Si sat to the side with an unapproachable air about him, creating an extremely tense atmosphere. No one dared to approach him and risk offending him.
After all, everyone knows that Ouyang Si has been in a very bad mood lately!
But then, some clueless people just happened to get close...
Taotie, with its large rear end, sat to Ouyang Si's left, while Qiongqi sat to his right.
Taotie never opens his mouth with anything pleasant: "Oh, I heard your wife was possessed and killed?"
Ouyang Si: "..."
Taotie: "You really are a useless piece of trash, you can't even protect your own wife."
Ouyang Si: "..."
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