Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 976 - 338: Who is the Mastermind Behind the Scenes?

Chapter 976: Chapter 338: Who is the Mastermind Behind the Scenes?

"Indeed, the ambition of youth can withstand the sun and moon!" Saint Chiao, the elderly man, teased with a mix of sarcasm and jest, even enthusiastically giving a thumbs up. Unfortunately, his opposite, Piegel, was utterly oblivious and genuinely thought the old man was praising him. He burst into boisterous laughter, shamelessly reaching the pinnacle of shamelessness, much to Master Puskas’s boredom.

"Right, Qian Qian, this old man is a Saint Chiao. Have him recite a few forbidden magic spells for you. Write down these spells, haha, and when the time comes to use them, my goodness!" Liu Zhenhan suddenly had an inspiration and began frantically waving at Qian Qian.

"It’s not that easy. Transforming elemental power into one another is a complicated matter, and modifying the spells into rhythms and lyrics that fit the rules of battle songs involves countless years of research and understanding the patterns of elements. Just being able to repeat magic spells isn’t something that can be done casually. Not to mention the difficulty and learning curve of magic spells, even if one truly mastered them, chanting magic spells without the corresponding magic power as support can lead to a backlash," Qian Qian pouted.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly broke into a sweat, and the two Fairy Dragons immediately cast a disdainful look at him. It was embarrassing that he, being a Saint Chiao, had forgotten that magic power needs to be cultivated progressively and isn’t like song power which can be enhanced simply by learning a battle song of a different level.

"Fool!" the little parrot sneered triumphantly, clearly having waited a while for an opportunity to interject.

"Has this little creature’s poison been cured?" Master Puskas raised an eyebrow, pointing at the haughty little parrot.

"Old coffin~" the parrot screeched weirdly, not giving the old man any respect. The young nun, Joan of Arc, blushed deeply and hurriedly bit off a piece of candied hawthorn, stuffing it into the mouth of the parrot to quiet down the fearless creature’s loud cursing.

Master Puskas’s face crinkled like a bitter melon, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief as he watched the parrot, which clacked away at the candied fruit, defiantly glaring back at the universally revered Saint Chiao. Its gaze was akin to a Giant Dragon surveying the ancient earth from the summit of a mountain.

Joan felt a chill in her palm and looked up only to see Guoguo suddenly leap three feet into the air and snatch the whole string of candied hawthorn from her hands, leaving the young nun puffing her cheeks and stomping her feet in annoyance.

Guoguo and the twin Blood Infants, not minding the dirty ground, plopped down and took turns licking the treat with great delight. Guoguo, grinning from ear to ear, was yanked up by the ear by Ning Yu. She dusted him off, her face taut as she prepared to smack each of them on the buttocks. However, as Ershao held up the candied hawthorn, tip-toeing to feed it to her, the icy countenance of Ning Yu couldn’t help but break into a gratified smile. She sweetly bit into the treat offered by her son. The intended spanking for Guoguo, though deserved, was naturally forgotten.

The little parrot was frantic, fluttering its wings but unable to take flight. It lay on the table continuing to curse, switching between Aegean Common Language, Bemont Universal Language, and Northeastern dialect, truly becoming agitated. Finally, it blurted out a sentence in an incomprehensible language no one could understand.

"Your Majesty, let me examine this little parrot," Qian Qian said, eyeing the small bird with a touch of curiosity as it seemed quite odd that such a creature could master so many languages. "I am not entirely sure if I can detect any poison in it, but I think I can give it a try."

"May I ask which of Master Plutini’s battle songs you used?" Helen asked very politely.

"This time, I did not use the battle song created by my ancestor Plutini, but it was his notes that inspired our wisdom," Qian Qian explained without waiting for a question. "Unfortunately, our family does not possess the extraordinary talent and gifts of ancestor Plutini, after three hundred years and the combined efforts of many generations in our family, we finally managed to develop this new battle song— ’Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme.’ This is not a racial ability song of Bimon Kingdom, but it originates from the Scorpion tribe of the Sigoth Dynasty in the Taklamago Desert, near the Oxford Oasis where our family resides. After a long-time study, we eventually improved and mastered this self-created battle song. The Scorpion tribe of the Sigoth Dynasty is the most proficient in using poison in the entire Taklamago Desert, just like the Snake-men of Sethadame tribe. Each of them is an expert in poisoning. Speaking of which, Sethadame tribe Snake-men, translated into our Bemont universal language, should be called Rattlesnake Medusa."

"So, your neighbors are masters of using poison, aren’t you and your tribe afraid?" Daisy and Ruona asked curiously.

"It seems they of the Sigoth Dynasty Scorpions fear us, Chekin, more," said Qian Qian, seemingly confused herself. She pursed her lips in a speculative manner, adding, "But by rights, we Bimon are not the fierce Bimon warriors. It’s really strange!"

"The scorpions and snake-men, do they count as Bimon too?" Liu Zhenhan asked interestedly, "I suppose they should, right? In the history of our Bimon, we have had snake-men and scorpions too."

"No," Qian Qian said decisively. "These desert Bimon do not worship the Kampas War God, and instead, each race worships their own malevolent gods. Also, they have never referred to themselves as Bimon. Yet, the most powerful in the Taklamago Desert are still the humans, who ride tall camels and wield sharply curved swords inscribed with exquisite script, making all the desert races second-class citizens."

"Last year in battle in the desert, our Bimon warriors often had their weapons cut off by desert human robbers wielding very sharp swords!" the elder Andulan couldn’t help but praise. "Absolutely a treasure sword!"

"What’s that compared to? Our old axes used to cleave both Berserkers’ axes and the men themselves!" The elder’s words immediately stirred the militia’s spirits, and Obese’s voice was particularly loud.

"If a desert human can chop off my sword, I’ll kneel down and call him ’grandpa’!" Fat Luo laughed wildly and insolently, while everyone else looked at him disdainfully. His Darksteel longsword weighed up to four hundred pounds at its heaviest and two hundred at its lightest, unsharpened, and with such a bizarre arc, it could be used as a board for human coffins—how could it be chopped through?

"And my giant anchor." Figo sniffed and said something even more disdainful.

"Yes! Including my twin sabers!" Yi Jiao also chimed in, "Haha, two Yanling long sabers!"

"You know, wherever you go, humans seem to be the top dogs," Liu Zhenhan bitterly smiled. "It’s like that on the Aegean Continent and the Silk Continent, and even in the Taklamago Desert I still don’t understand why there would be monkeys in the desert?"

"Humans are the most adaptable, with the sharpest minds. They survive and thrive in any region," Master Puskas laughed loudly, "Haven’t you heard the old poem, ’Once searched miles wide for a monkey seal’?"

"Try living underwater then," Moer’s words clearly carried Avril’s tone, choking the old man up who barely caught his breath.

"Haha, old man, you finally admitted it, that you humans evolved from the Mank Tribe," Liu Zhenhan finally caught this old man’s slip-up, "Once searched miles wide for a ’crazy monkey’? Hehe, old man, you’re really funny. So I ask you, what does the ’manure of ten thousand households monkey’ mean?"

Puskas frantically clutched at his chest, choosing to ignore the conversation, knowing there was no point in continuing the argument.

"I don’t know whether the Desert People are evolved from the Mank, but their brutality is like the sting of a scorpion, the venomous fangs of a rattlesnake!" Qian Qian’s face turned deathly pale, her body trembling violently, "It was these desert human bandits who stole more than four hundred fresh lives of my people! Their hearts are a hundred, a thousand times more ferocious than the poisons concocted by Emperor Sidgio and Sed Adam."

"You can avenge them soon," Liu Zhenhan said with a smile. "Qian Qian, we keep interrupting you, please continue to explain the functions of the ’Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme’, or could you quickly help me determine what kind of toxins are in the little parrot’s body? Is it because it ate something wrong, a chemical reaction with something in its body, or was it someone’s foul play?"

"Your Highness, the ’Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme’ is adapted from the ’Calvin Insight Rhythm’ of the Scorpion People of the Sidgio tribe, which is an exotic ability song," Qian Qian added, "Although the Scorpion People are skilled at using poison, they don’t have the advanced poison resistance of the rattlesnake Medusa, and can be poisoned themselves. Their exotic ability ’Calvin Insight Rhythm’ can detect poisons through sound waves by analyzing the arrangement of the toxins, it provides the natural world medication names to counter the poison. This war song is similar to the ’Song of Unidentified Creature Identification’ of our Beamon ceremonies, which in theory could chant out names, but without a proper ceremony holder who has witnessed this unidentified creature’s characteristics, and without the war song log being timely updated, its main features cannot be ascertained; the ’Calvin Insight Melody’ is the same..."

"Can you give me a demonstration?" Liu Zhenhan chuckled gently and asked kindly.

Qian Qian nodded, calmed her excited emotions, and began to lowly chant a series of dreamlike tunes, like light rain tapping on a Beauty Leaf, or like a silkworm munching on mulberry leaves. Helen listened intently by her side. The brief chanting soon ended, and a blood-red beam of light emitted from Qian Qian’s fingers enveloped the parrot front and back by a yard, and unrelated people quickly stepped back.

The parrot, feeling stranded in a pool of red mist, immediately burst into curses.

The red light screen was as clear as the night sky, swirling over the parrot’s head, forming a funnel-shaped screen. Gradually, a nearly transparent skeleton of the parrot appeared on the screen, showing the blood flowing in its veins and its vigorous little heart, all clearly visible. A series of smooth, refreshing Aegean common language texts and mysterious molecular structural maps quietly appeared on the right side of the parrot’s perspective view. The blood mist mingled with the black patterned text, perfectly interweaving into a wonderful color combination.

"Bloody Mary?" Qian Qian frowned and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a new species that the ’Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme’ can’t interpret? Could there be new types of toxins that even the Scorpion People of the Sidgio tribe can’t decipher?"

"Obischillaci!" Master Puskas cursed abruptly by the side.

**

Although I’ve been busy with marriage these past days, I will make time to write, guaranteeing not to disappoint you guys.

Give me some Xiang Pa votes as a gesture, Xiang Pa tickets please—don’t let that little rascal Sanshao fall too far behind—support this lad!

The books have already been mailed, brothers please check for them a week later; for the three brothers in Hong Kong, I’ve sent them collectively to Miss UU, she will pass them on to you.

’Beast Blood Boiling’, exclusively first released on ’Qidian Chinese Network’, WWW.CMFU.COM

Readers without an organization, come back and find your community!