Chapter 179: The Great Demon Devours a Man, Mo Yao Destroys the Grand Array

“What!?”

“Not good!”

“Stop it!”

“Bastards! What are you crowding over here for?! Weren’t you told to search for the Nascent Soul fragments!?”

The demon beast suddenly changed direction and lunged straight toward the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators below.

Such an abrupt shift caused the seven Golden Core cultivators to be instantly alarmed and let out furious shouts.

The six Foundation Establishment cultivators who were planning to take advantage of the situation to beat a drowning dog and get some benefits also turned pale and shouted in panic, retreating swiftly.

Those capable of cultivating to the Foundation Establishment realm—aside from Mo Yao—had all experienced many life-and-death situations.

So their reflexes and reactions to danger were far beyond ordinary.

The six dispersed almost instantly, not grouping up at all.

But that fox-like demon beast had strength close to the mid-Golden Core realm!

This was no spiritual beast pet.

It was a true Grade-5 high-tier demon beast that had grown up in the wild, absorbing spiritual energy and cultivating, with intelligence not inferior to an adult human!

Spiritual pets were beasts domesticated over generations, typically low in intelligence.

Their strength either capped at adulthood or was forcefully raised with elixirs.

At best, they were tools—like hunting dogs among mortals.

Some powerful cultivators, of course, could use secret arts to awaken the spiritual intelligence of their pets and guide them in cultivation until they rivaled wild demon beasts.

One called spirit, the other called demon—the difference was clear.

If it serves the human race, it is a spirit; if not, it is a demon!

This fox-like beast didn’t hesitate due to the dispersal of its targets.

In a mere moment, it locked onto one of the cultivators and pounced!

“Ahhh!”

The man it targeted was instantly terrified!

He shouted as a violent gust surged beneath his feet, and a wing-shaped flying artifact appeared behind him, enhancing his speed to the maximum.

But with only mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could he compete with a mid-Golden Core demon beast in speed?

The beast screeched and charged like a falcon swooping on a chicken—it was nearly upon him in the blink of an eye!

“Master! Save me!!”

The man screamed in terror.

“Disciple!? Curse you! Go!!”

Fei Xingchen’s eyes went bloodshot. With a finger pointed, six crescent-moon-shaped flying wheels roared out, striking at the beast!

“You dare commit murder, beast!?”

“Die!”

“Perish!”

The other Golden Core cultivators, though not as crazed as Fei Xingchen, were also furious!

They hadn’t come here to lose disciples!

This was supposed to be a sure opportunity! How could anyone die!?

ROAR!

But the demon beast ignored the attacks behind it. With a furious bellow and blood-red eyes locked on its prey, it reached the man within seconds and opened its massive jaws!

The ten-zhang-long fox beast’s maw was nearly as big as a human!

“No!!”

The cultivator had never imagined he would die while following his master to seize a seemingly guaranteed fortune.

But this very “guaranteed” opportunity cost him his life!

CRUNCH!

The sound made everyone’s teeth ache. The man vanished into the beast’s mouth—his bones and flesh crushed to pulp in a single bite!

Far in the distance, Yu Xian frowned deeply, filled with caution.

Foundation Establishment cultivators were terrifyingly fragile before such beasts.

This was no tamed spirit pet like Jiang Xiaolong’s.

This was a true demon beast with a Golden Core, capable of cultivation.

Once it formed a Nascent Soul, it might take human form—a full-fledged demon cultivator!

“Disciple!!”

Fei Xingchen watched his student get devoured and went berserk, unleashing terrifying spiritual pressure.

The six flying wheels screamed through the air and slashed into the demon beast’s back!

Splat!

Blood splattered as the attack left deep wounds.

But the beast simply raised its head and swallowed the remains, roaring in rage and charging forward!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three more spells and magic treasures hit the beast, causing it to scream and bleed, its back shredded like a muddy mess!

Yet the beast’s body was monstrously tough—it didn’t die and instead used the attacks to propel itself faster!

“Demon! You dare flee! Kill it!”

“Good thing we already set up the formation!”

“Chase it! The Nascent Soul fragments are in its stomach!”

“Beast!! I will avenge my disciple no matter what!!”

The seven Golden Core cultivators roared and gave chase.

All sides of the Goat Barbarian Tribe were sealed with formations. No matter where the beast fled, it would fall into a trap.

Seeing the pursuit, Yu Xian finally let out a breath.

In this kind of Golden Core-level battle, his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation was far too weak.

If that beast had chosen him instead, even with spiritual shields, the Purple Luan Cushion, and escape techniques, he would’ve still ended up in its belly—just a slightly delayed death.

Mo Yao and the others were also visibly pale, their hearts trembling with fear.

“That fox… so fierce… Uncle Fang won’t be in danger, right? I have to check!”

Mo Yao patted her chest and muttered before flying eastward.

The other four Foundation Establishment cultivators, concerned for their own masters, also followed, but kept a thousand meters away now, having learned their lesson.

Soon, Yu Xian was the only one left.

He was about to leave as well, when suddenly his brow twitched. He turned to look at a massive, thirty-zhang-wide broken tree trunk.

It was a colossal tree—far bigger than anything Yu Xian had seen in his travels.

He felt a strange urge. Perhaps there was a treasure within?

But any treasure would’ve long been consumed or refined by that beast.

Still, he just wanted to look.

With a flash, he flew over and entered a dark, stinking hole carved into the trunk—clearly the beast’s den.

Though beasts like cleanliness, they were still animals—odor was inevitable.

Frowning, Yu Xian entered slowly.

The interior was spacious and empty, save for a massive nest made of beast hides.

The nest was built from dozens of fourth and fifth-rank pelts—soft, warm, and luxurious.

Yu Xian’s eyes lit up and with a wave of his hand, collected the entire nest into his storage bag—worth at least two or three million spirit stones!

That alone made the detour worthwhile.

Looking around again, the inner trunk was filled with dense wood-element spiritual energy.

The beast was clearly fire-element, so training here made sense—wood fuels fire.

“This place would be perfect for a wood-element cultivator—half the effort, twice the result.”

He sighed and said, “What a tree… to grow so large, yet die by tribulation lightning. Spirit trees seeking the Dao… so hard, so tragic…”

With a shake of his head, he flew off toward the east.

Only ten breaths had passed.

In the distance, the formation rumbled—seven Golden Core cultivators attacked, their spells forming silver dragons that coiled and bit into the trapped fox beast.

Though it struggled, it was already severely injured and unable to escape.

The formation was the Silver Dragon Devours Demon Array cast by Fang Jue, who now channeled spiritual energy with killing intent in his eyes.

The others rained spells and treasures like a storm.

Yu Xian joined the other Foundation Establishment cultivators a thousand meters away to observe the final battle—or slaughter.

The beast’s death was now inevitable.

Yu Xian stayed quiet.

But Mo Yao, unable to bear the “cruel slaughter,” suddenly flew up and shouted:

“Uncle Fang! Can’t you spare it!? Just catch it—why must you kill it!?”

Yu Xian’s face twitched, then turned helpless.

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators all showed different expressions—disgust, speechlessness, amusement, or mockery.

And then—

She really did it. She used a Nascent Soul-grade talisman to break the formation and save the beast.

Everyone went crazy.

The Nascent Soul fragments were lost.

The beast’s valuable body was lost.

All because of a pampered idiot.

And she didn’t even feel wrong.

Fang Jue vomited blood from anger. Fei Xingchen’s eyes nearly bled from rage.

If not for her being the granddaughter of Nascent Soul master Teng Long Zhenren, she’d be dead already.

Fei Xingchen would remember this.

She thought she saved a poor creature.

But what she actually did was unleash a bloody vendetta.

And everyone… knew it.