Chapter 330: The Chicken Is So Big, One Pot Can't Hold It
The expressions on the faces of the Nascent Soul cultivators who had just arrived at the scene were extremely grim.
This chicken Netherkin was simply too arrogant!
Not only had it used that bizarre Soulblade Specter to snatch away their precious swords, but it was also so overbearing as to tell them outright to stop pestering it, give up on retrieving their treasured swords, and even cripple their own cultivation and scram?
Outrageous! It was utterly intolerable!
If they backed down today, where would their pride go? Where would the honor of the Sword Province sword cultivators go? Where would the dignity of all human cultivators under heaven go?!
A fine sword was practically half a sword cultivator's life! This chicken Netherkin had used that strange Soulblade Specter to seize their swords, and now it wanted to take their actual lives too— Did it really think the nineteen Nascent Soul cultivators who had been chasing it all this way were pushovers?
The cultivators began to see the bigger picture.
As they had suspected the moment they saw the Nether aura, the two Heaven-grade Soulblade Specters that had recently appeared in Sword Province were most likely part of the Netherkin Race's plot!
It was entirely possible that the creation of these special Soulblade Specters had been aimed from the beginning at stealing the swords of Sword Province's high-level cultivators!
And the reason… Well, there were plenty of reasons for the Netherkin Race to do such a thing.
Hadn't there been recent reports from the royal city about campaigns to suppress the Netherkin Nation hidden soldier inside the capital? These monsters had probably been coveting human territory for a long time. Maybe this time they'd set their sights on Sword Province's abundant talents and spiritual lands, planning to weaken Sword Province's strength in preparation for a future invasion!
That strange Soulblade Specter might not even be a genuine Heaven-grade Soulblade Specter. It was very likely a fake created by the innate technique of this Netherkin chicken before them— Otherwise, why did the Soulblade Specter disappear once they arrived here, leaving only this chicken Netherkin behind?
It must have absorbed their precious swords into its own domain and withdrawn its bizarre innate technique!
The Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged telepathic messages rapidly, piecing together what they believed was the truth, and their killing intent toward the chicken Netherkin intensified.
At first, they had only wanted to retrieve their swords, and if the Soulblade Specter wasn't a problem, maybe they could've even claimed it as a prize.
But now…
Hmph! Humans and Netherkins cannot coexist. As sword cultivators, they swore to slay all evil!
Of course, this resolve was based on their absolute confidence in their own strength.
The chicken Netherkin's Nether aura only revealed it to be at the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm. Among them, there was already a burly red-faced man at the same level, plus eighteen more Nascent Souls to provide support.
They were on their home turf in human territory—without a doubt, they were the superior side.
Yet even in such circumstances, this chicken Netherkin dared to spout such arrogant words.
As expected, Netherkin brains were fundamentally underdeveloped. Even a Nascent Soul Netherkin was no exception.
Once the group reached a consensus, spiritual energy surged from their bodies, and all sorts of phantoms appeared around them.
Only the phantoms of flying leaves, flames, and tidal waves materialized a little slower than the others.
The three sword cultivators from the Elemental Clans couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. But since everyone else seemed so convinced, and their reasoning kind of made sense, they decided to follow along and deal with the chicken Netherkin first.
Just then, an excited voice broke out among them.
"Haha! My immortal pot is on its back! I knew it! There's no way I missed with that last strike!"
The wide-eyed, bronze-bell-eyed Nascent Soul cultivator let out a hearty laugh, regaining his sense of dignity as he pointed at the back of the enormous chicken Netherkin.
Everyone took a closer look—and sure enough, there was a black pot, tiny in comparison to the chicken Netherkin, flipped upside down on its back!
Hearing those words, Manager Ji's eyes instantly turned blood red.
"So it was you!!!"
Its gaze locked sharply onto the figure of the old Daoist who had nearly caused it to lose its cultivation again.
Its nether energy surged violently, and one of its feathers flew up, transforming into a dark, blood-colored flame in the shape of a bird. It shot toward the old Daoist Nascent Soul like an arrow.
Boom!
A deafening explosion followed. The mountains trembled, dust clouds billowed, and debris tumbled from shattered cliffs. Half the bamboo forest was reduced to ruins.
And yet, when the dust cleared, the Nascent Soul cultivators floating in the sky remained unscathed.
The burly, red-faced man stood at the front of the group, his right arm unnaturally swollen with muscle, his fingers pointed like a sword.
...
Inside the Antediluvian Nether Eye Eye Space
On a cubic platform, Luo Wusheng and his Junior Sister sat side by side in front of a glowing screen.
The Sword Fairy was lying on the ground, her small head resting on his thigh.
Well… she couldn't rest much further down, or she might end up lying on his hardened manhood instead.
In front of Luo Wusheng, on the ground, the Sword Emperor broken sword stood upright, trembling slightly, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Well then, let this little Netherkin sort out the current situation..."
Bai Xiaoyao glanced at the little girl resting on her Senior Brother thigh.
For some reason, she sighed softly before turning back to continue speaking as Luo Wusheng looked her way.
"According to what Senior Brother said, this broken sword is one of his gains from Sword Province. It belonged to the Sword Emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Gate… Now that Sister Yuli has entered a sudden enlightenment because of it, she must have met some requirement in her swordsmanship talent to unlock the inheritance hidden within. She should wake up in a little while."
Luo Wusheng nodded lightly.
He hadn't revealed to her about the fact that Little Yuli was the successor of the Sword Ancestor, so Bai Xiaoyao wasn't aware of that connection. But her guess was already quite close to the truth.
"In that case, let's talk about our current situation."
Bai Xiaoyao furrowed her brows and continued, "First, that chicken Netherkin… It's clearly targeting Senior Brother. It's been following us this whole time. The one Senior Brother caught in the forest earlier was most likely a clone or projection. Its body turned into smoke when it met fire, which explains that."
"As for Xiaofeng Mountain's legends and its own strangeness, let's set that aside for now."
"As for why the Netherkin Race is after Senior Brother… I doubt they learned that Senior Brother was the one who leaked the details of their plans to the Immortal Nation. But Senior Brother thwarted them several times already, and Senior Brother also acquired this Artifact, the secret realm we're currently in. It wouldn't be surprising if they wanted to take it back."
"I just don't understand why that chicken Netherkin has yet to make a move itself… Instead, it ended up being exposed by accident this time."
As she said this, Bai Xiaoyao glanced at the light screen. On it was the Netherkin massive Origin Form and the Nascent Soul cultivators forming hand seals for their spells.
Her expression turned a bit strange. "From what the chicken Netherkin said when it was exposed, it seems it thought Senior Brother deliberately set an ambush here, waiting for it to walk right into the net… And the 'ragtag group' it mentioned in its words back then should refer to these Nascent Soul cultivators who were drawn here by Senior Brother sword."
Luo Wusheng's face took on a somewhat embarrassed look as he also turned to look at the scene on the screen.
It had been a little while since they entered the Antediluvian Nether Eye Eye Space, and the battle outside was becoming more intense.
To be honest, the Sword Province Nascent Souls had underestimated their opponent at first.
The chicken Netherkin's strength exceeded their expectations
Although its Nether aura and spiritual energy only showed a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm, its actual combat ability was close to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Realizing this, the cultivators were momentarily thrown into disarray. Even the burly red-faced man, who was also at the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm, had a grave expression.
And then—suddenly—something unexpected happened.
On the chicken Netherkin's back, the big black pot suddenly expanded with the wind, growing larger and larger until it made the Netherkin imposing Origin Form look like… a chicken-headed turtle.
'The chicken is so big, one pot can't hold it…'
Looking at the big black pot that could barely contain the massive Netherkin body, Luo Wusheng couldn't help but think back to how tasty that chicken Netherkin had seemed earlier.
At such a serious moment, he almost drooled.
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