Chapter 302
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Chapter 302: Beast Disaster
The corpse of the red ground beast lay quietly on the snowy ground, its steaming blood melting the ice beneath it and seeping into the dark soil layer.
Wang Chen let out a long sigh of relief and removed the storage bag hanging at his waist, carefully storing the Second-tier Magical Beast inside.
Magical beasts are treasures in themselves, with their blood, flesh, bones, skin, scales, claws, and fur all serving various purposes—edible, medicinal, or even as materials for weapon refining.
A large spirit beast like this could yield a significant amount of spiritual materials, making it highly valuable.
Wang Chen lacked the experience to dissect magical beasts, so he decided to store it for later processing.
Just as he finished securing the storage bag, a faint rustling sound reached his ears.
Wang Chen’s mind sharpened, and without hesitation, he summoned the Wind and Thunder Sword once more.
Simultaneously, he activated his divine sense to trace the source of the noise.
Thanks to his exceptionally high soul attributes, his divine sense was incredibly potent, sweeping across a vast expanse of the forest in an instant.
Divine sense is a form of Spiritual Power that can only be harnessed by cultivators at the Purple Palace level or higher, such as a Higher Steward.
It functions like radar, scanning and searching for targets, ensuring that even the tiniest ant cannot evade detection within its range.
In just a breath’s time, Wang Chen locked onto his target.
What he perceived was a crawling beast rapidly fleeing through the dense forest.
“Swift!”
Wang Chen thrust forward abruptly, and the Wind and Thunder Sword hovering above him transformed into a streak of light, accompanied by a thunderous roar, as it shot into the forest.
Guided by his divine sense, the second-tier flying sword deftly navigated around the towering trees obstructing its path and swiftly closed in on its target.
Thud!
The Wind and Thunder Sword pierced through the beast’s body, pinning it to the forest floor.
Roar~
The agonized howl reverberated, shaking snow from the surrounding trees.
Wang Chen swiftly executed Shortening the Earth, vanishing into the woods, where he found another red ground beast lying on the ground ahead.
The Wind and Thunder Sword had just pierced through its thick neck, and bright red blood was gushing from the wound.
However, this red ground beast was significantly smaller than the one Wang Chen had slain earlier, appearing to be a juvenile beast.
Its strength was incomparably weaker.
Wang Chen deduced that this juvenile beast was likely the offspring of the previous red ground beast.
The adult had brought the young one along to forage, only to meet its end after digging Wang Chen out of the hidden chamber.
Seeing the young beast still writhing in pain, Wang Chen remotely controlled the Wind and Thunder Sword to rise from the ground and then brought it down with a decisive strike.
[Virtue +107]
So weak.
Truth be told, gaining dozens or even hundreds of Virtue points no longer stirred any excitement in Wang Chen.
As his cultivation level continued to rise, the enemies he faced grew stronger, and the Virtue gains would only increase further.
Wang Chen currently needed Heavenly Merit the most.
He exhaled and glanced at the Cultivation Panel.
【Heavenly Merit (Fate Alteration): 978】
【Virtue (Breakthrough): 4026】
He was just 22 points short; once his Heavenly Merit points reached a thousand, he could enhance his body strength, comprehension, or soul attributes once more.
Wang Chen was certain he would prioritize increasing his comprehension.
After stepping into the Purple Palace and beginning to practice the techniques and spells of the Purple Palace level, he clearly felt his comprehension was insufficient.
Even gaining just one more point would significantly improve his efficiency in mastering the techniques.
To be honest, Wang Chen even entertained the thought of fishing for a few unscrupulous cultivators to gather the remaining 22 points of Heavenly Merit—it wouldn’t be too difficult.
But the current situation in Xian City…
He collected the corpse of the juvenile beast on the ground and then activated his movement techniques, swiftly heading toward Xian City.
Screech~
After traveling less than ten miles, Wang Chen heard a series of urgent eagle cries from the sky.
He looked up and saw a massive flock of giant eagles flying toward Xian City, followed by hundreds of phoenixes, black owls, and hawks!
These flying creatures joined forces, their sheer numbers blotting out the sky with an overwhelming presence.
Wang Chen had no intention of becoming their target.
He quickly hid in the nearby forest, using the dense trees to conceal himself.
Fortunately, the demonic birds in the air didn’t notice him and soon flew past overhead.
Once the flock had disappeared into the distance, Wang Chen continued his journey.
When he reached the top of a small hill, he saw Xian City at the foot of Yulong Mountain in the distance.
Wang Chen’s expression darkened.
The city was under a terrifying assault, with countless magical beasts from both the ground and air launching wave after wave of attacks against the cultivators defending it.
The beast tide—or rather, the beast disaster—had indeed erupted!
But Wang Chen had never anticipated the scale of the beast tide to be so immense.
At this moment, Xian City resembled a ship caught in a violent storm, teetering on the edge of capsizing at any moment.
Yet the cultivators within the city were putting up a fierce resistance.
Thunder roared, storms howled, fireballs soared, and massive boulders rolled, while flashes of sword light, flying artifacts, and talismans clashed violently with the charging beast horde.
With every passing moment, countless magical beasts fell, but so did the cultivators.
The cacophony of exploding spells, the roars of magical beasts, the shouts of cultivators, and the cries of the wounded and dying blended together, audible even from a great distance.
Wang Chen watched as the giant eagles and phoenixes circling above Xian City occasionally dove down from the sky.
Some cultivators, unable to dodge in time, were snatched into the air, while others were struck by the wind blades the creatures unleashed.
The biggest problem for Xian City was its lack of a solid city defense system. The city had neither towering walls nor powerful protective formations, allowing the beast horde to attack recklessly from all directions.
The cultivators could only rely on the buildings within the city for protection, fighting in scattered groups without unified command. This disorganization made them easy targets for the magical beasts, leading to unnecessary casualties.
A few cultivators attempted to escape using flying artifacts, but they didn’t get far before being overwhelmed by the swarm of demonic birds.
Despite the dire situation, Xian City was not without its means of resistance.
The Purple Palace cultivators scattered throughout the city became the main force against the magical beast onslaught.
Their spells were devastating, often wiping out large swathes of beasts and occasionally unleashing a bloody rain among the horde.
The magical beasts that managed to breach the city’s defenses became the primary targets for the Purple Palace cultivators.
However, among the magical beasts were numerous second-tier spirit beasts, hidden among the ordinary ones, specifically targeting the Purple Palace cultivators and significantly hampering their effectiveness.
The greatest advantage of the magical beasts was their sheer numbers. As both sides fought desperately, more magical beasts continued to join the fray, placing immense pressure on the city’s defenders.
With one side bolstered by endless reinforcements and the other surrounded and outnumbered, the fall of Xian City seemed inevitable if the situation persisted.
