127: Chapter 127 The King of Ferocious Beasts! A Transaction, Extremely Weak?

"Drip—drip—"

The sound of water droplets was incredibly distinct within the dark and damp cave.

The passage was extremely narrow, only wide enough for a single Phantom Sea Giant Rat to pass through.

Judging by the claw marks and bloodstains on the surrounding rock walls, it seemed this place had been dug out bit by bit by Phantom Sea Giant Rats, an exceptionally arduous process.

Recalling the prison that Leng Qianmo had mentioned, Lu Qingyun gradually gained some understanding.

At first, it was extremely narrow, barely allowing a person to pass.

Then, it suddenly opened up!

The entire interior of the mountain had been forcibly chiseled out into a massive hollow.

The surrounding walls were covered in stones emitting a white fluorescent glow, making the interior of this hollow appear as bright as day!

It also allowed the scene here to appear clearly within Lu Qingyun's line of sight!

The scene before him caused his breath to hitch, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

"Huff—! Huff—!!"

A heavy, labored breathing sound, like the whispers of an ancient god, echoed throughout the hollow.

In the very center sat a colossal beast, so massive it defied description.

Its height reached hundreds of meters!

It sat there quietly, its spine as straight as a mountain range, its form as towering as an ancient pagoda; its height of several hundred meters made the entire massive mountain hollow feel cramped.

Its head was exceptionally large. What should have been a pointed, slender snout had become broad and square. Its forehead bulged high, forming a bone crown resembling a Buddha's bun, covered in spiral patterns.

Two eyes, larger than houses, were half-closed, the pupils a pure, dark red.

Long whiskers hung from the corners of its mouth, each one like a steel cable tempered in iron, still bearing the marks of having been severed by sharp weapons.

Without a doubt, this was an unimaginably powerful Fierce Beast King!

Yet, to Lu Qingyun, it felt like a Buddha made of flesh and blood, sitting in the center of the mountain.

It brought him a sense of overwhelming pressure he had never felt before.

It was an absolute suppression from a higher level of life; it felt as if, before this giant beast, he didn't even count as an ant.

Fortunately, however, this Buddha… was chained up.

Eight black iron chains, thicker than city gates, were wrapped tightly around its body from eight different directions.

The chains were embedded deep into its flesh, creating shocking, bloody gashes.

The other ends of the chains were driven deep into the surrounding rock walls, turning the entire mountain into a prison to confine it.

The rock walls were covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and some areas had even collapsed—clearly the remnants of its countless struggles.

"Human, come here."

The Fierce Beast King spoke, its voice resounding in the space like a great bell.

Yet, within the booming voice, there was an unimaginable sense of weakness and exhaustion.

Lu Qingyun stood where he was, not moving.

The Divine Intent Phantom Sea Giant Rat beside it, seeing this, showed a flicker of anger on its otherwise calm face.

It was as if Lu Qingyun's actions had blasphemed against its faith!

However, Lu Qingyun glanced at it and completely ignored it.

"What a joke. According to the system's prompts, you are the ones who need me to do something! If you want to ask for a favor, you need to have the right attitude!"

Seeing that Lu Qingyun didn't move, the Fierce Beast King's gaze darkened, but it did not persist.

It said, "Human, I brought you here because I want to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" Lu Qingyun's eyes flickered. "I don't think a lowly Sky-Walking Grandmaster like me has anything to offer a being like you."

"No, not you." The Fierce Beast King shook its head. Its dark red eyes, with their pitch-black pupils, fixed on Lu Qingyun. "To be precise, it is the Cultists force behind you."

"Before you and that elderly human stepped into the wilderness, I already knew your information. You belong to a powerful cult."

"Given your aptitude, you must be a key candidate for cultivation within that cult. Therefore, as you can see, I want to cooperate with the cult you belong to, to break free from these shackles and return to the world!"

"And once I am free, I will launch a beast tide. Wherever I go, there will be devastation! This is the chaos your cult loves most."

After listening, Lu Qingyun frowned.

He understood the meaning—it was just helping this Fierce Beast King break free, and then this beast would launch a beast tide to cause turmoil. Amidst the chaos, the cult could develop even better; each would get what they wanted.

As for why it only sought him out instead of the higher-cultivation Leng Qianmo, who was clearly a high-ranking member, and even went out of its way to lure him away, the reason was simple. This Fierce Beast King… was dying.

Lu Qingyun looked above its head at a blood-red prompt bar: [LV??? Phantom Sea Giant Rat: Having been suppressed for a long time, its state is extremely weak!]

This Fierce Beast King was about to reach its limit. It was in a near-death state.

Perhaps it wasn't even confident in dealing with a powerhouse like Leng Qianmo, who was in the Divine Intent realm. Therefore, it had to settle for second best and find a soft persimmon like Lu Qingyun who was easy to manipulate.

"Causing turmoil is indeed beneficial to my Holy Cult." Lu Qingyun spoke, his words making the Fierce Beast King feel a surge of joy.

But the next moment, Lu Qingyun's tone shifted. "However… what good does this do for me? I am a Cultist, born selfish and calculating; why would I do something that brings me no benefits?"

Hearing this, the Fierce Beast King fell silent. It seemed… there was some truth to that.

But the problem was, weren't all Cultists supposed to be those obsessed fanatics who would sacrifice everything for their faith? Why was this one in front of it so remarkably different?

"Just because… if you don't agree, you won't be leaving this place." The Fierce Beast King's voice deepened, its killing intent boiling over, nearly freezing the surrounding air.

And that Divine Intent Phantom Sea Giant Rat also stood behind Lu Qingyun at the right moment, its gaze unkind.

"Fine, then I agree. Can I go now?" Lu Qingyun said without blushing or skipping a beat. It was very straightforward. The sincerity… was near zero.

This immediately extinguished the Fierce Beast King's momentum. Because they truly had no way to control Lu Qingyun, they could only use death as a threat.

But as everyone knew, since he was a Cultist, promises like these were no different from hot air.

"What do you want?" The Fierce Beast King withdrew its killing intent, its voice tinged with impatience.

"Sigh—, I'm just a little guy in the Air-Traversing Realm, what precious things could I possibly want? Just give me a hundred or so Spirit Crystals, and that'll do."

Lu Qingyun had a faint smile on his face as he casually pointed to the Divine Intent Phantom Sea Giant Rat. "Also, let it come over and let me kill it."

Silence… The Fierce Beast King's gaze fixed on Lu Qingyun, an invisible pressure enveloping him.

A full minute passed before it spoke: "Spirit Crystals, fine, but you can only have them after I have broken free. As for it… do as you please."

"However, for the sake of insurance, you need to cooperate with me so I can place a mental restriction on you, similar to what you humans call an oath, which cannot be violated. If you do not release me, you will never be able to increase your mental power for eternity."

A restriction? Heh—my mental power growth doesn't rely on myself anyway. What kind of restriction can compete with my system?

Lu Qingyun naturally agreed. Then, right in front of the Fierce Beast King, he hammered the non-resisting Divine Intent Phantom Sea Giant Rat to death, blow by blow.

During this process, he looked at the Fierce Beast King with a hint of contemplation. He was wondering if this so-called "extremely weak" state meant its HP… was below twenty percent? Perhaps… he could give it a try?

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(Its traffic in two or three days is more than I've had in over two months; it's terrifying, my Dao heart is shattered! ( ˃ ̣ ̣ ̥ o ˂ ̣ ̣ ̥ ) ( ˃ ̣ ̣ ̥ o ˂ ̣ ̣ ̥ ) ( ˃ ̣ ̣ ̥ o ˂ ̣ ̣ ̥ ) ( ˃ ̣ ̣ ̥ o ˂ ̣ ̣ ̥ ) ( ˃ ̣ ̣ ̥ o ˂ ̣ ̣ ̥ ))