BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Idle Talk

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At this moment, Big Eye was feeling extremely excited, thrilled, and restless...

After being single for countless years, it had finally met a beautiful snake today!

That crimson-red scale pattern was so alluring, that slender, graceful, and powerful body, and the two heads...

In short, it was utterly thrilled—love at first sight with Little Red.

Little Red was also a Rank 5 magic beast, and Big Eye was at the peak of Rank 5. Hmm, a perfect match indeed.

With such a pairing, their offspring would surely possess incredible talent.

For magic beasts, the talent of their offspring largely depended on the bloodlines of both parents.

If both were Rank 5, then there was a high chance the offspring would also successfully grow to Rank 5.

With enough opportunity and fortune, surpassing the parents wasn’t out of the question either.

Of course, if luck was poor, it was also possible that the offspring wouldn’t reach Rank 5, though such cases were rare.

At the very least, growing to peak Rank 4 should be no issue at all.

This was the advantage magic beasts held—something humans couldn’t compare to.

For example, the offspring of a Dou Wang might not even become a Dou Ling.

However, the higher the rank of a magic beast, the more difficult it was to produce offspring. And their young took far longer to mature than human children.

Each had their strengths and weaknesses.

...

Therefore, Big Eye was, indeed, in heat—expressing strong mating interest toward Little Red.

It was an instinct. When a magic beast saw a desirable mate, they were typically very direct.

It immediately started making its intentions known—no beating around the bush.

Hiss hiss~

Its tongue flicked rapidly as it hissed softly, full of excitement, cheer, and blunt enthusiasm.

It was as if it were saying: ”Oh gorgeous snake, you’re stunning. I’ve taken a liking to you. Let’s, uh, make some babies.”

”I want to have little baby snakes with you.”

On the platform, the atmosphere turned slightly romantic—tinged with a certain suggestiveness.

And also... a bit awkward.

Wei Yang and the two girls looked at the scene with mixed expressions—utterly speechless. Who could’ve thought they’d run into such a surprise?

Especially the two girls—both blushing furiously. Qing Lin in particular was so embarrassed she looked ready to dive into the magma lake to hide.

She gave Big Eye a fierce kick, eyes full of exasperation.

Big Eye, however, was completely unfazed. That kick didn’t even tickle.

It continued clinging to Little Red persistently, even though she was still closing her eyes and focusing on healing, ignoring it entirely. Yet Big Eye remained unrelenting.

”Ahem.” Wei Yang coughed lightly to break the awkwardness.

He said to Big Eye, ”Well, this sort of... thing is natural—snake or human, it’s all part of life... I’m not against it. After all, splitting up a loving pair is truly a cruel thing.”

”Ahem, anyway, Big Eye, if you like her, then pursue her boldly. As long as Little Red doesn’t object, it’s all fine.”

”But I’m warning you—don’t you dare force her.”

Hiss hiss~

Big Eye nodded vigorously in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Little Red finally gave a small reaction. Though her four eyes remained closed, a faint and unusual aura began to emanate from her.

Smelling that scent, Big Eye grew even more agitated. Its pale golden pupils started to glow faintly red.

Wei Yang understood immediately—Little Red seemed somewhat tempted too.

It was a natural instinct for magic beasts—very different from humans.

They didn’t care about romance or love. They followed inherited instincts to reproduce.

Wei Yang leaned close to Qing Lin and whispered, ”Which one’s male, and which one’s female?”

Xian’er rolled her eyes and spat softly, turning away.

Qing Lin’s face was now red down to her neck. Her voice was barely a whisper. ”Big Eye is the male... Little Red is the female...”

”Knew it.” Wei Yang gave a very smug look. ”I could tell from the start. I was right!”

The two girls immediately wanted to facepalm.

Anyone with eyes could tell, okay? What was there to be smug about?

Wei Yang chuckled and bent down to pick up the Two-Headed Flame Spirit Serpent. With a mighty toss, he flung it into the magma lake. ”Off you go!”

Boom!

The massive serpent slammed into the magma lake, sending molten rock splashing everywhere.

Clapping his hands, Wei Yang looked at Big Eye. ”What are you waiting for? Go!”

Hiss~

With a happy hiss, Big Eye leapt from the platform and dove into the magma lake.

Immediately, the two serpents began to chase and intertwine with each other, gradually disappearing beneath the lava’s surface.

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”Brother Yang, when are we heading out to the Chu Yun Empire?” Xian’er asked.

At the table, the three of them sat on meditation mats, their eyes watching the magma lake.

There, the two snake-type magic beasts were swimming and frolicking joyfully beneath the lava.

Wei Yang withdrew his gaze and began sorting through the eight storage rings taken from Mo Cheng’s group. He pulled out the items that interested him for inspection and casually tossed the rest—including the rings themselves—to Qing Lin for handling.

”A few days later,” Wei Yang replied casually as he picked up an ancient tome and flipped through it. ”Tonight, I’ll take Qing Lin to start cultivating that Low-Level Earth Grade cultivation technique—Cold Yin Art. Once she finishes switching techniques, we’ll set off.”

”Although the desert is hot during the day, it’s cold at night. It’s better suited for Qing Lin to switch techniques during the night.”

”Mm.” Both girls nodded.

”Qing Lin previously cultivated a Low-Level Xuan Grade technique. Now that she’s switching to a Low-Level Earth Grade one, it’ll probably take at least a month,” Wei Yang said, flipping his hand and producing a jade bottle that emitted strands of cold air.

He handed it to Qing Lin. ”This is Ice Spirit Cold Fountain. Absorbing it will help you during the transition, and it’ll improve the quality of your Dou Qi.”

”Thank you, young master.” Qing Lin accepted it joyfully, her eyes lighting up as she felt the chill radiating from the jade bottle in her hand.

”Oh, and this one is for you too.” Wei Yang produced another bottle and handed it to Xian’er. ”If this trip goes smoothly, and you refine the Ghostly Poison Flame, you’ll need this too.”

”Mm.” Xian’er accepted it, then took out a jade box from her storage ring and carefully sealed the bottle inside.

”Young master, you got two portions of Ice Spirit Cold Fountain from the Snake-People Clan?” Qing Lin asked curiously.

”Three. I still have one more for emergencies.” Wei Yang casually tossed aside the book he’d finished and picked up another scroll.

”Brother Yang, you seem to be looking for something?” Xian’er asked as she stored the Ice Spirit Cold Fountain. ”That Mo Cheng is just a Dou Ling. He shouldn’t have anything you’d care about, right?”

”I’m searching for a special secret art.” Wei Yang casually tossed aside the current scroll, which recorded a Low-Level Xuan Grade Dou Technique.

He picked up another scroll and unrolled it while continuing, ”That Mo Cheng was able to vaguely sense from over a hundred li away in Rock Desert City that Qing Lin, whom I’ve already placed under a soul seal, possesses a special constitution.”

”This kind of sensing technique is quite remarkable! I want to study it, see if I can reverse-engineer it or improve my soul seal method. I’d like to completely block out Qing Lin’s aura. After all, there’s a saying—’you can guard against thieves for a day, but not for a lifetime...’”

”Ah?” Both girls were a bit shocked when they heard that.

Wei Yang’s current soul strength was already stronger than many Dou Zong experts—and even some low-tier Dou Zun couldn’t match him.

Yet a mere Dou Ling, from over a hundred li away, had been able to see through a soul seal cast with such powerful soul power?

”In this world, bizarre secret techniques and arts are too numerous to count. Any kind of ability is possible, and nothing should come as a surprise.”

”It’s a pity that Qing Lin has a cold yin constitution. Otherwise, when I placed the seal, if I had added some Heavenly Flame power, the effect would have been even better.” Wei Yang closed the scroll in his hand, tossed it aside, then opened another, speaking as he skimmed it.

”Hm?”

Suddenly, Wei Yang smiled as he looked at a scroll that emitted a faint bloody aura. ”Found it. This is the one!”

”Supplementing Deficiency Secret Art? ’The way of Heaven: it takes from those who have too much, to give to those who lack...’?

Can sense numerous special physiques... allows for transplantation of parts from humans or magic beasts... fully integrates them into one’s own body... through special means...

The transplanted parts can merge perfectly with one’s flesh and blood, grow connected, and eventually fuse completely, as if they were born together... even bloodlines can be transplanted... This is one terrifying secret art... Interesting...” Wei Yang murmured, stunned.

”What a horrifying secret art!” The two girls leaned in close to read it, their eyes widening in shock.

Their hearts filled with dread and unease.

The ability to transplant others’ physiques or even bloodlines... was simply too terrifying.

Such a sinister method—it was unthinkable!

Didn’t this mean that even a talentless person could, through transplanting others’ gifts, gain those coveted talents?

Wei Yang glanced at them. ”Now you understand how cruel this world can be?”

”In the Dou Qi Continent, for countless years, there have been innumerable peerless geniuses—like fish crossing a river—but how many of them actually made it to the end and rose to the peak?”

”Most... perished halfway.”

”On the other hand, some who weren’t that remarkable in the beginning managed to grow steadily and ultimately stand at the summit. Why?”

”Talent is only talent. If you die halfway, it becomes nothing. In some ways, growing up as a genius is even more dangerous—because you’ll be coveted, and eventually become nourishment for others!”

”Heaven never seals all exits. There’s always a sliver of hope. That’s why nothing is absolute. Those with poor talent can still become strong—if they get the right opportunity... like this: Supplementing Deficiency Secret Art!”

Both girls nodded gravely.

Wei Yang looked at Qing Lin. ”Now you understand why that Mo Cheng was after you?”

Qing Lin’s face turned pale, her lips trembling as she whispered, ”He... he wanted to dig out my eyes... and transplant them into himself...”

”Mm, not too dumb.” Wei Yang nodded, then looked at Xian’er. ”You need to be careful too.”

”Me?” Xian’er was surprised.

She thought, I have a natural poison body—most people avoid me. Who’d want to transplant that?

”Heh. What, you think no one covets your Woeful Poison Body? That’s only because you’re in the remote Jia Ma Empire.”

Wei Yang said coldly, ”I’ve heard that in Central Plains, there’s a powerful force known as Ice River Valley. Its valley master is a Dou Zun.”

”And he... has an acquired Woeful Poison Body.”

”Acquired Woeful Poison Body ...” Xian’er swallowed hard, suddenly grasping the implication.

”If he wants to go further... or obtain a stronger innate gift...” Wei Yang said softly, ”then devouring or transplanting your natural Woeful Poison Body would be the perfect choice.”

Xian’er’s pupils shrank. She clenched her fists tightly and etched the name Ice River Valley deep into her memory.

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