Chapter 430 Buzhou (2)
Ji Rong observed everything. Her mind sank, and roots sprouted from her claws, probing into the ground to locate the spiritual vein. She used these roots to transmit a divine message into the vein: "Mountain python, mountain rat, come to me immediately."
Before long, they saw a large snake carrying a gray rat swimming towards them.
Ji Rong opened his mouth and said loudly, "Mountain python, mountain rat, you two take a look. Are these your mountain people? If so, take them away quickly."
Otherwise, I would kill the bandits blocking my way.
The mountain python and the mountain rat stared at each other for a moment, a hint of fear creeping into their hearts. They cautiously replied, "My lord, we've been preoccupied with cultivating our meridians lately and haven't paid much attention. We don't recognize these creatures."
"Ha, you two don't even know each other on your own turf." Ji Rongmian's face turned cold as he said to Jiao Jue, "A leader who fails to cultivate virtue and govern his subordinates deserves punishment!"
"Brother, these two mountain gods who have committed grave errors are yours to heal, while the eight thousand suffering people are mine."
Jiaojue nodded slightly and exhaled. Two divine dragons, one golden and one blue, emerged from his mouth. They bound the mountain python and mountain rat, who had not yet opened their mouths, tightly like ropes, and suspended them in the air.
As soon as they moved, the little blue dragon would strike them with a bolt of lightning, and the little golden dragon would stab them with a few wind blades. After dozens of bone-piercing, flesh-burning bolts of lightning and hundreds of slow, agonizing wind blades, the mountain python and the mountain rat stopped struggling.
Seeing that they no longer resisted, Jiao Jue ordered the little white dragon to drag a wooden book in front of them and make them memorize the rules.
The little red dragon supervised from the sidelines. If anyone misread a word, the little red dragon would lightly flick their tail, accompanied by a tingling, bone-chilling electric shock.
Ji Rong looked up and admired the masterpiece of the four small dragons with power before speaking to the more than eight thousand people in front of him with a kind smile: "Look at you all, so thin you're skin and bones. Tell me, where did you flee from? Even the mountain god of Buzhou doesn't recognize you."
Where is your home? Should I send troops to escort you back to your hometown?
Ji Rong asked the question, but no cultivator answered.
The behavior of this bird lord was completely different from the wonderful imagination in the minds of the eight thousand people. From the moment the dragon captured the two mountain gods and hung them in the air to whip them, an eerie silence appeared on the shore of Bitter Water Lake.
The stammering, low-pitched recitations of the boa constrictor and the rat echoed through the air.
Seeing that they did not answer, Ji Rong took off a magic cage from his neck and said to the soldiers behind him, "Poor thing, the mountain god here is unkind. Thousands of refugees have been worn down to muteness here."
"Soldiers, let us do a good deed and settle them down. That way, these lads will at least have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and won't have to suffer here anymore."
Upon hearing this, the generals knew that their sovereign wanted the cubs to be alive and not too full, lest they crush them. Excitement shone in their eyes, and their limbs were poised to strike.
Then, the generals shouted in unison, "Got it!" and five thousand soldiers shot off like arrows, heading straight for the eight thousand cultivators by the lake.
In the chaos, five thousand well-equipped armored soldiers surrounded the eight thousand men, trapping them like turtles in a jar. Soon, the old, the young, and the weak were all slaughtered, leaving only three lean, shiny brown wolf cultivators and a glossy, powerfully aura-filled black-striped tiger.
This tiger cultivator, unusually possessing the cultivation of an Emperor, and appearing quite young, was currently prostrating himself before Ji Rong, begging for mercy. Among the wolf cultivators, one possessed the cultivation of a King, and two possessed the cultivation of a Venerable; they too wore bitter expressions, tucked their tails between their legs, and trembled in fear.
If they were thinner and their fur duller, Ji Rong might have felt pity for them, but these few were clearly not.
Ji Rong flew to the mountain python and mountain rat, pointed to the tiger and three wolves below, and said, "You don't recognize those troublemakers, but do you recognize these few?"
The boa constrictor and the rat immediately nodded. The rat said, "The tiger brought us treasure before, but I've never seen the three-headed wolf."
The anaconda said, "I've never seen it either."
"I see." Ji Rong said with a hint of regret, "You can continue memorizing. Memorize them all thoroughly, and only come out when you can articulate where you went wrong."
The python cried out urgently, "My lord, I'm telling the truth..."
"Snap!" The little white dragon expressionlessly closed the book, then lashed its tail across the heads of the mountain python and the mountain rat, saying, "Memorize it quickly, memorize it quickly."
Having been beaten again, the boa constrictor and the rat had no choice but to carry it on their backs once more.
On the ground, five thousand armored soldiers surrounded the tiger and three wolves. Ji Rong, wanting to teach these cultivators a lesson for their foolishness, said, "Open the restrictions on the cage a little so they can see and hear it. Then build a circle around it and let them see what kind of person their leader is."
"Swish, swish, swish." The cages were placed on the ground one by one, and the extras were piled up.
The thirteen thousand people watched silently as a tiger and three wolves appeared in the very center.
Ji Rong said, "That tiger, tell me the truth. Where did you come from? Why are you forming cliques here and blocking my path? Don't tell me you're from Buzhou. Buzhou is so dilapidated; it couldn't possibly produce a young emperor like you."
The tiger kowtowed repeatedly, utterly lacking any dignity befitting an emperor, and cried out, "I dare not do it again! I was truly born in Buzhou. I was originally a slave, and my current cultivation level was cultivated by my masters; it was not my own choice!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong and Jiao Jue immediately flew down one after the other to the side of the tiger cultivator. Ji Rong even easily picked up the tiger and weighed it in her hands.
Upon weighing it, he discovered the problem.
Only this tiger was seen:
Physically strong but physically weak, with unstable breathing.
He possesses the realm of enlightenment but has not cultivated the techniques.
His mind was dull and lifeless, like a creature that had little time left to live, much like the creature that was bought from the Canglan Mountains and its water veins to be made into meat back then.
She weighed the three-headed wolf in her hand again and found it to be the same.
Then, Ji Rong turned to Jiao Jue and whispered, "Could these guys have escaped from the Rare Bird Forest during the chaos in Kunlun? If so, the timing doesn't add up."
Jiao Jue thought for a moment, then squinted and said, "It must be that the cultivators who were good at raising these guys went to Buzhou to engage in the flesh trade, and without strict management like those in Kunlun, they retained their sanity."
Ji Rong's gaze towards the tiger and three wolves instantly shifted from anger to regret. The growth of a meat dish depends on the ingredients. The so-called "feeding to break through realms" is just a means. The most important thing is whether these ingredients themselves have the talent to become kings or emperors.
The tiger and the three wolves were those poor creatures who were very talented but were ruined by their slave owners.
Ji Rong sighed and asked, "Where is your master?"
The tiger replied with a fawning expression, "The gods killed me."
Ji Rong listened and remained silent for a long time. Then, she said to Jiao Jue, "Brother, now that this matter is settled, you should lead the troops back to the Danxue Mountains alone."
When I get back, I'll have Zepeng come here. I'll stay here with Lvyao and Yucang for a while.
The matter submitted by Kyushu will be handled by you, your senior brother, and the Mountain and Water God.
Jiao Jue nodded and said, "Alright. I'll have Guan Shan bring Ze Peng over then."
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