King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 924 - 924 912 Divine Tree

Chapter 924: Chapter 912: Divine Tree Chapter 924: Chapter 912: Divine Tree “Ule, you’re back!” As Muria entered the treehouse, his mother Heda, who was preparing dinner for him, called out his name with a beaming smile!

“Mhm,” Muria nodded.

“Come get ready for dinner! Your father hunted a Patterned Tree Python today! You can eat as much as you like!”

“Father, are you hurt?” Muria’s gaze turned to the male Yikong person seated beside him, tending to his longbow—his father, Batu, a standard adult Yikong person: cheerful, fond of hunting, but not bloodthirsty.

“It’s just a small Tree Python. How could I possibly be hurt with my partner helping me?” Batu said, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand upon hearing his son’s question.

“That’s good!” Muria looked toward his mother, who was skillfully handling the python with a bone dagger. It was a giant serpent, nearly ten meters long, but its vital areas had been torn apart, no doubt the work of his father’s Blue Creek Beast partner.

“Come eat! Today’s meat is all-you-can-eat,” Heda called Muria to the dining table, a slab of stone emanating a faint golden light, exclusively for Muria.

Next, slices of fresh snake meat were placed on the stone before Muria, sizzling as they cooked, with the aroma of the meat wafting through the air.

“Solar Corona Stone!” This was the Yikong People’s term for the stone that functioned much like a small electric grill, Muria knew. “Fire isn’t even necessary anymore!”

This was a rather magical stone that could store the heat emitted by the sun during the daytime, and at night, or whenever needed, the stored heat from the Solar Corona Stone could be released through a specific method.

The current use of the Solar Corona Stone in front of him, to heat raw meat, was one of the reasons inhibiting the development of Yikong civilization. It wasn’t that the stone was bad, but for the Yikong People, the Solar Corona Stone was simply too convenient, so much so that it could directly replace the need for fire.

The original primitive beings controlled flames to scare off wild beasts and to heat food, reducing the chance of disease. These two functions of fire were quite superfluous to the Yikong People.

There was no need to elaborate on scaring off wild beasts; powerful monsters would never invade the tribes of the Yikong People. And ordinary monsters would not dare to approach their tribe.

As for heating food, in terms of safety alone, the Solar Corona Stone, which releases heat in a controlled manner, was far superior to uncontrollable flames. The choice was obvious and didn’t require much thought.

“This world spoils the Yikong People too much!” murmured Muria, not knowing how many times he had admired this. These magical stones were almost no challenge to obtain. Even as a child of the Yikong People, just stepping outside and casually looking around was enough to find one.

The real trouble was that most of these stones were irregular and needed to be polished and sculpted into the desired shape. But compared to their convenience, this was hardly a problem.

The Yikong civilization had many serious issues, and this was the conclusion Muria reached from a neutral perspective. From the perspective of a Yikong person, their civilization was undoubtedly flawless because they had no material worries and merely maintaining the status quo was good enough.

“Forget it, I can’t handle all that now. Let’s fill my stomach first!” thought Muria, who was considering how to lead the Yikong civilization out of its comfort. Hunger brought him back to reality.

Talking about anything now was pointless. First, he needed to satisfy his hunger; only with a full belly could he have the energy to do anything else. He was a man of action, not a dreamer.

With that thought, Muria picked up his homemade chopsticks, grabbed some of the scorched snake meat from the Solar Corona Stone dining table, and put it into his mouth. After chewing a couple of times, he swallowed it.

How did it taste? Muria’s verdict was, it was edible. That was all, as with the current level of Yikong civilization, they couldn’t create many variations; at most, they could only apply some flavor using plants they picked, spreading them over the cooked meat.

Noticing his son start to eat, Batu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye. Unlike his kin, he had to go hunting every other day; his hunting frequency was much higher than other members of his tribe.

The reason was that his son was particularly fond of meat and also had a huge appetite, so huge that Batu had to spend half of his leisure time hunting to satisfy him.

This, however, did not overly concern Batu. His son’s hearty appetite was a good thing, and he could well afford it. Moreover, his son was special compared to other Yikong people; Ule was born very strong, and his development far exceeded that of his peers.

Batu was naturally delighted by this situation. Every qualified father wanted his offspring to achieve more than himself, and this was the meaning of Inheritance: each generation becoming stronger than the last.

“Eat slowly. This python is big enough for your meal!” Heda said with a smile as she saw Muria’s ravenous eating, her deft hands continuing to slice the snake meat with a bone knife.

“Hmm,” Muria nodded in response to his mother’s words, slowing down his movements a bit. In fact, he could eat even faster, as he had developed a method to circulate blood and energy before he was born out of sheer boredom, which gave him a very good foundation.

That wasn’t why Muria’s appetite was so terrifying. The real reason was that, according to the rules of this world, he had tailored a set of breathing methods to refine his body, enhancing his physique.

At this stage, the only way he could nourish his body was by eating, which was why Muria’s appetite had become so tremendous, surpassing the daily needs of a normal adult Yi Kong person.

Burp~~

After the sun had set completely, Muria’s home, also engulfed by the glow released from the trees supporting the tree house, saw Muria sitting at the dining table, contentedly letting out a satisfied burp.

Hearing Muria’s satisfied burp, his parents, Batu and Heda, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Batu’s relief came from knowing that if Muria had not been full, it would mean that the prey he had brought back wasn’t enough, and next time, he would need to hunt even larger beasts. Heda’s relief was simply because she was tired.

“Did you eat your fill today, Ule?”

“I did,” Muria said with a smile, rubbing his belly. Under the effect of the breathing method he had customized for his body, the snake meat he had just consumed was rapidly broken down into nutrients and transported to every part of his body.

Of course, compared to when he had just eaten, the speed of this breakdown had now slowed down a lot. Although his breathing method was exquisite, his body had its limits.

“If you’re full, then go rest. Of course, it’s fine if you want to go out and play with your friends too!”

“No need, I’m going to sleep,” said Muria as he picked up a soft leaf to wipe the oil from his mouth, preparing to leave the treehouse. Start to finish, his parents hadn’t eaten a bite, but Muria didn’t ask; he was long accustomed to it.

His parents had already eaten before he came back, and not sharing meals with their son was a unique characteristic of their family. Inescapable fact was, Muria ate too much, and if they sat down to eat with him, his parents would likely go hungry. So, they simply ate separately.

“Oh, right, Father! Do you ever encounter life-threatening dangers when you’re out hunting?” Muria, just about to leave the treehouse, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to ask.

“Life-threatening dangers?” Batu looked up, a bit puzzled, at his son, “Of course not.”

“Not at all? But the elder told me there are many powerful monsters outdoors, Horned Armored Beasts, Night Blade Leopards, Bloodthirsty Ants…” Muria rattled off more than a dozen monster names the elder had told him about, “The elder said these could endanger the life of an adult Yi Kong person. Could the elder have been deceiving me? Are there really no such creatures outdoors?”

“The elder certainly didn’t deceive you, I have indeed seen these monsters outside,” Batu touched his black hair, “They do indeed possess the power to threaten our lives, but as long as we don’t provoke them, these monsters won’t bother us.”

“So they won’t bother you, they won’t attack on sight?”

“Exactly, if you don’t attack them, they won’t attack you!”

“This…” Muria’s lips quivered as he wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words. What did this even mean?

“Ule, do you have any other questions?” asked Heda, looking at her son with a warm smile.

“I want to know, why is there no powerful creature like Mesha dominating our tribe, when our tribe is clearly so special?” Muria asked with curiosity.

“Ha ha ha, Ule, the reason a legendary monster like Mesha hasn’t invaded our tribe is because of the protection of the Divine Tree!”

“The Divine Tree! What is that?” Muria’s eyes lit up as he gathered a new piece of information.

“You’ll know about it in time, now don’t ask too much, get some sleep!” Regrettably, his parents didn’t seem inclined to explain, their words filled with respect for the Divine Tree.

“Alright then!” Seeing his parents didn’t want to talk, Muria helplessly nodded and left the treehouse. At night, he didn’t sleep together with his parents; he had his own treehouse.