Book 2: Chapter 74: The Might of the Holy Son

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Vol 2 Chapter 74: The Might of the Holy Son On the day of the grand ceremony, numerous geniuses from the Great Wasteland arrived, most of them aiming to challenge Lin Jing. Such an event was a golden opportunity to make a name for oneself. Others, knowing their limits, simply came to witness the majesty of a Genius Rankings contender. Unfortunately for many challengers, they couldn’t even defeat the core disciples of the Beast Taming Sect. “Ha! Didn’t eat enough? Make sure to grab a good meal later!” Zhang Jia, a Turtle Body Physique core disciple, clad in heavy armor and wielding a shield, didn’t bother dodging the luminous attacks of the senior disciple from the Immortal Mist Sect. He laughed, claiming it only tickled. "Too slow! Taste my blade!" Another core disciple, a Wind Spirit Physique cultivator, combined with his hawk-shaped beast to transform into a bird-man hybrid. His incredible speed left a body cultivator from the Wilderness Body Sect flustered, unable to catch him while repeatedly struck by sword-like feathers. ... "Careful, my dear!" A genius from another sect, now entwined by a massive green snake spirit, wore a dazed expression, much to the anger of his elders. His opponent was a core disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, who possessed a Bewitching Physique. Once a courtesan, her unique physique aligned with the traits of a rare beast, and Elder Mo had redeemed her. Now a core disciple, her rise was nothing short of inspirational. The Beast Taming Sect, already a first-rate power in the Great Wasteland, naturally had exceptional core disciples. Their strength ranked among the top of the younger generation. Furthermore, they had been rigorously trained by the demon king ancestors, making ordinary geniuses no match for them, let alone worthy of challenging Lin Jing. "Excellent," one of the demon king ancestors remarked, satisfied with the display. "The disciples of the Beast Taming Sect are stronger than expected," commented one of the three members from the Myriad Beast Sect, sipping tea as they observed. Their two disciples were waiting to gauge Lin Jing’s abilities before making a move, but the challengers so far had been too weak to force him into action. "I’ll go first," said Whitebird, the female disciple of the Myriad Beast Sect. "Be careful," replied Qingyu, her male companion. After receiving approval from the deputy sect master, Whitebird took flight. Her agile form resembled a true bird as she landed gracefully on the dueling peak, drawing the attention of many. Even the demon king ancestors of the Beast Taming Sect turned serious, aware that the Myriad Beast Sect had finally entered the fray. "Whitebird of the Myriad Beast Sect in Qingzhou requests a duel," she announced. The appearance of the Myriad Beast Sect prompted murmurs among the Great Wasteland sects. "A Qingzhou sect? Are they here with ill intentions?" "No, they brought a congratulatory gift. They’re probably not here to cause trouble." "But aren’t their beast-taming philosophies completely different from the Beast Taming Sect? Why would they be connected?" Meanwhile, Lin Jing remained unfazed, sipping tea in silence. A burly, bearded young man leaped onto the stage. "The Myriad Beast Sect? I’ll take this one." This was Duan Wenchang, a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator and one of the Beast Taming Sect’s core disciples. Though not blessed with a special physique, he had an innate affinity for beasts, being able to understand their language naturally. This made him a natural fit for the beast-taming path. He quickly transformed into a lion-man hybrid, wielding a tiger-tooth blade. Using both the Fusion Secret Art and the Beast Weaponization Art, he fully armed himself. "He’s your opponent," he declared. "Let’s see if he’s enough," Whitebird replied. As the battle began, the demon king ancestors and other spectators were astonished when Whitebird unleashed her beast army—a torrential swarm of white seagulls. One, two... eight... a thousand! A thousand white seagulls filled the sky, their sheer number creating a hurricane-like force that overwhelmed Duan Wenchang’s blade attacks and sent him flying. Whitebird, now standing among her bird army, took out a jade flute. As she played, the flock's formation shifted seamlessly. "A thousand bird demons... including over ten at the Foundation Establishment stage!" The Great Wasteland cultivators were stunned. They couldn’t fathom how someone could raise so many demon birds. Even the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were incredulous. After all, they struggled to raise just one or two pet beasts due to resource constraints. "To control such a massive bird demon army..." The demon king ancestors took deep breaths, suspecting that this army was funded by the Myriad Beast Sect, not Whitebird herself. "What now?" Bai Yuran, watching from the clouds, grew anxious. She thought, Yet Lin Jing remained calm, sipping tea as he observed the swirling seagulls. "Impressive beast army. The wind techniques are integrated well, but unfortunately, it lacks true unity." Whitebird frowned at his critique. "Holy Son, it’s your turn to fight." Lin Jing chuckled. "Defeating Senior Brother Duan shows you have some skill. As a guest, let me give you some advice. Competing in beast-taming against me is like showing off a minor craft before a master." "Don’t pin your hopes on these birds to defeat me." 【Show this Holy Son of the Beast Taming Sect what we’re capable of!】 The deputy sect master of the Myriad Beast Sect sipped his tea, confident in Whitebird’s abilities. Lin Jing finally descended onto the battlefield. Whitebird raised her hand, commanding the seagulls to unleash a whirlwind. "Is he bluffing?" she wondered, but then something felt off. The seagulls trembled as if under an oppressive bloodline suppression. "What’s happening?" Whitebird hadn’t realized the severity of the situation. As Lin Jing’s Beast Taming Qi surged, the bird army’s formation collapsed. The seagulls scattered, attacking indiscriminately as if provoked by a primal fear. "This isn’t good," muttered the deputy sect master, locking onto Lin Jing’s Beast Taming Qi. "Could mastering the Beast Taming Art at an extreme level grant suppressive effects on beasts?" The demon king ancestors exchanged glances, their expressions suggesting, Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Though Whitebird regained control over the seagulls, Lin Jing smirked. From one hand, he produced a Beast Taming Gourd; from the other, a Myriad Beast Circle. "So, would you prefer to face the beasts in the gourd or the fiends in the circle?" he asked, his tone mocking yet calm.

Book 2: Chapter 74: The Might of the Holy Son

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