Chapter 636: The Tribe’s Distress
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the end, the Windstorm Water Magic Spider had mercy on Pi Kuang and the Sun Bear, allowing them to escape. However, before leaving, the Sun Bear left a souvenir—its front left paw.
To Saint-tier monsters, a severed arm wasn’t a mortal wound, as it would only take a while to regenerate. Although Pi Kuang felt humiliated, it was better than losing his own life, so he could only pinch his nose and go along with it.
The Sun Bear had also lost the magnificence it’d had at the beginning when it was summoned. It shook its head and threw away its severed paw. Due to the major blood loss, its fur had lost its shine, as well. Pi Kuang sat on its hunched back. Meanwhile, his son, Pi Yuan, was sitting to his left.
Staring straight ahead, the expression on Pi Kuang’s face was unreadable.
Pi Yuan carefully looked at the side of his father’s face. “Father? Are you all right?” Pi Yuan asked softly.
Pi Kuang turned his head and looked at his son. Pi Yuan saw his face and shuddered involuntarily out of habit, as he thought his father was about to beat him. It was mainly because Pi Kuang had always put too much pressure on his son.
“I’m fine.” Pi Kuang’s voice was low as always. After a silent moment, he raised his big callused hands and gently touched Pi Yuan’s head, just like he had used to touch Pi Yuan’s head when Pi Yuan was little and loved to sit by his side on a wooden stool.
Pi Kuang, who once again raised his head and stared ahead, said faintly, “Go back and train hard. Train your familiar well, as war is coming. Identity and background don’t matter anymore. Even if you’re my son, there’ll be no concessions. On the contrary, those from the Mutated Tribe will want to eliminate you even more.”
“Ah, I understand.” Pi Yuan nodded quickly.
“That Quasi God monster might not be his familiar,” said Pi Kuang suddenly.
“What?” Pi Yuan was shocked and thought he misheard. “Father… then we’ve been fooled,” he said succinctly.
“So what? The Quasi God monster was genuine, and we don’t know why it obeys his orders. It doesn’t matter if the monster is his familiar.” Pi Kuang got over this unpleasant realization.
“Guard your tongue when you return. If someone asks, just tell them it’s his Quasi God familiar,” said Pi Kuang as he squinted. This rugged looking man displayed a moment of shrewdness that wasn’t normally seen of him.
“Will they believe it?” Pi Yuan was still a little perturbed, as he didn’t believe it himself. Had he not seen the Quasi God monster with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have thought that a monster trainer in his twenties owned one. Nonsense, you’re talking out of your *ss.
“It’s up to them what to believe. Besides, he does indeed have a Quasi God monster. Let them decide when they see it with their own eyes.” Pi Kuang closed his eyes.
I will not let myself be the only one to lose… or else I’ll become a joke. If more people are at a disadvantage, then at least someone will bear the cost with me.
Sky World, in fact, had two names. One was the Squared World, and the other was Sky World. Both were legitimate. When the first batch of the ancient tribes had discovered this place, they had named it Sky World. Later, with the increasing number of tribe members coming in, they were distributed all over the world, and different accents were derived, so the name Squared World was born in the post-era.
“How’s the mission going? Your arrogant Pi Kuang hasn’t returned. Doesn’t that guy always walk with his nose in the air and show no fear to God? Why does it seem as if he’s impotent now?” Lei Wu’s expression was full of mockery and disdain.
“Don’t worry. Pi Kuang is on his way back.” Pi Hu looked like he had swallowed something bad. He had just received confidential news from Pi Kuang and was very upset. Now, the look on Lei Wu’s face really deserved a punch.
“He’s back! Lord Pi Kuang has returned.” There was a cheer from the small tribes in the distance. Pi Hu huffed and went in the direction of the commotion.
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“What? Mission failed?” After hearing the news, not only Lei Wu, but everyone else was stunned.
“How is it possible? Lord Pi Kuang is a Saint-tier monster trainer… Lord, you must be joking with us, right?” someone said with a half-hearted smile.
“No. The grapevine from my uncle’s brother-in-law said that there was a Quasi God monster trainer in the Huaxia Tribe.”
“A Quasi God monster trainer? You must be kidding me!” someone exclaimed.
How can there be a Quasi God Monster Trainer? The Huaxia Tribe was only founded a few years back. How many monster trainers do they possibly have? Hmm… they seem to have quite a large number of monster trainers, but what about elites?
There shouldn’t be more than ten Emperor-tier monster trainers! It’s said that Gao Peng is the only Overlord-tier monster trainer. Then how can a Quasi God monster trainer come out of nowhere?
What could a Quasi God monster trainer do? He had the potential to establish his own top tribe! The Huaxia Tribe, too, had the potential to advance to the top.
While the Quasi God and Saint tiers seemed to be only one threshold away, in reality, it was a chasm. Many familiars from the highest level of the Saint tier were trapped at this stage. They didn’t even know how to break through…
It was different for an Overlord-tier to break through the Saint tier’s Condensed Field. As long as the strength of the Overlord-tier familiar achieved a certain threshold, they could take advantage of the flow. However, in the case of breaking through from Saint-tier to Quasi God-tier, it was no longer a simple matter of pure strength; a unique method was required.
Similarly, not only the small tribes were astonished. The Top Three Tribes had rubbed their ears too, doubting what they heard when they first received the news.
“If this is the case, then his talent is scary to say the least. In fact, I suspect that he’s a reincarnation of a certain god,” Yu Huangming said coldly. “This has happened before.”
“He’s not a reincarnation of any god. I’ve met this kid before. The high priest of our tribe likes him very much,” said the old patriarch of the White Dragon Tribe.
Yu Huang Ming pondered for a moment. “Then that Quasi God monster wasn’t his familiar. Most likely, it was a reinforcement he called in.”
“Okay then. Let’s not waste any more time discussing it. Tomorrow, I’ll meet this backup he called in,” Yu Huang Ming announced boldly. “If this monster is inadvertently defeated by my hands, I will spare the kid’s life out of respect to the White Dragon Tribe and its high priest, but the Huaxia Tribe must agree to sign a treaty.”
“What if your familiar is defeated instead?” old man Mu Xuan of the Green God Tribe said gloatingly while stroking his beard.
Hmm… Yu Huangming paused self-consciously. Acting aloof, he quickly donned his hood, hiding his face in the darkness. “It is impossible to lose with my Thousand-Handed Faceless Buddha.”