Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1315 - 1315 508 - Upgrading the Heavenly Tier

Chapter 1315: Chapter 508 – Upgrading the Heavenly Tier Bloodline, Luck is Prosperous_2 Chapter 1315: Chapter 508 – Upgrading the Heavenly Tier Bloodline, Luck is Prosperous_2 And it wasn’t just Glenn Clark; the streets were filled with sprinting figures, agilely leaping over various obstacles, some with delivery boxes strapped to their backs.

As the atmosphere for transcendence became more open, the official suppression of cultivators also gradually relaxed, making the entire society increasingly magical and exciting.

“Boss, give me six baked sweet potatoes to fill my stomach.”

“Sure thing, just a moment.” While packing Glenn Clark’s sweet potatoes, Kavadola curiously asked, “Student Clark, is six enough for you today?”

Glenn Clark grinned and said, “Well, I’m about to have dinner. If I eat too much, I won’t finish the meal my mom made, and then she’ll scold me, so I can’t eat too much.”

As he spoke, Glenn Clark took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Kavadola, receiving the paper bag in exchange.

“See you, boss.”

Waving goodbye to the baked sweet potato vendor, Glenn Clark ran towards home while pulling out a piping hot sweet potato, tearing off the charred skin, and gobbling it down in two bites, before taking out another one.

By the time he finished eating, Glenn Clark had just arrived home.

“Mom, I’m back.”

From the kitchen, Doris Clark’s voice called out, “You’re back just in time, come and serve the rice.”

“Alright.” Glenn Clark tossed the ‘backpack’ he was carrying onto the sofa and then made his way into the kitchen, quickly returning with a big pot of rice.

At the dining table, Doris Clark watched her son hold the big pot and eat, asking with concern, “Jim, how was your cultivation today? You didn’t bully any classmates at school, right?”

Grabbing a big braised bone of an Alien Beast, Glenn Clark took a vicious bite before vehemently responding, “Mom, I’m the future Heavenly King of Overbearing Tigers of the Federation. How could I possibly do something so low?”

“Good to hear that,” said Doris Clark with a nod.

There was no helping it. Compared to Jack Clark, who had been mature and reliable from a young age, Glenn Clark had a more exuberant personality, which was why Doris Clark was worried that he might bully other students.

After all, her son was such a big guy and had awakened Innate abilities; a single punch could demolish a wall, and if ordinary people provoked him, they would be blown away.

“By the way, remember to hold back a bit in tomorrow’s school competition and try not to inflict heavy injuries on your classmates, alright?”

Glenn Clark nodded, “Mm, I know, Mom. I’ll be careful.”

Before the start of the national competition at the city level, each Martial Arts School had to first conduct a round of selection, with only the Top 50 eligible to participate.

After all, just the sophomores and third-grade students of South Sky Martial added up to over a thousand. Besides them, there were also two Second-tier Martial High schools and four Tier 3 martial arts high schools. Without a preliminary selection, the city level competition alone would take half a month.

As usual, after dinner, around 7 pm, Glenn Clark excitedly went to the courtyard and pushed out his barbecue grill.

“Mom, I’m off to fish.”

“Go ahead, just make sure you’re back before midnight.”

“Got it.”

Riding his beloved little motorcycle, Glenn Clark followed the riverside and made it to the suburban area six kilometers away with a putt-putt-putt. This was the intersection between Mist River and the Great River.

It was from here that the Hexagonal Armored Beast had entered the Great River.

By this time, many anglers were already seated by the riverside, holding fishing rods made of alloy, with super polymer fiber fishing lines that were a hundred times tougher and more flexible than steel wire.

Seeing Glenn Clark putt-putting over on his bike, one middle-aged man below greeted him warmly, “Tiger, you brought your barbecue grill again.”

Carrying the grill down from the bike, Glenn Clark cheerfully greeted back, “Uncle Zhang, how’s the catch today? Good evening, Big Brother Li, Brother Clark.”

“Not bad today, I only caught a hundred-pound Blackfish.”

Immediately, Glenn Clark swallowed his saliva, “A hundred-pound Blackfish, huh? That’s enough for a meal. By the way, Uncle Zhang, what bait mix did you use today?”

“I used Ice Scale Shrimp and Meat Fragrance Powder today. I found that ice shrimp smeared with Meat Fragrance Powder attract those Mutated Fish more.”

“Is that so? I’ll try it later. But today, I brought Alien Beast Meat residue.”

Saying this, Glenn Clark went to a spot about ten meters away from the riverside, set up his barbecue grill, and then took out a fishing rod as thick as an arm and eight meters long when extended.

He tore open a packet of Meat Fragrance Powder for fishing bait, grabbed a bowl to add some water, and then from a bag pulled out some Alien Beast Meat scraps, trimmed off during Doris Clark’s cooking, and mixed them in.

Ever since Jack Clark became king-level, the Mutated Beast Meat supplied by the Clark Family was of an even higher grade, a special sixth-level Giant Beast Meat, filled with gentle and easily absorbed energy, even Doris Clark could consume it.

Using this grade of Alien Beast Meat as bait had a huge attraction to the ordinary Mutated Fish in the river, which was Glenn Clark’s unbeatable tactic for never coming home empty-handed.

Soon, the bait was ready, and Glenn Clark hooked a piece of the scraps onto a fishhook larger than his palm and cast it with force.

Splash! A water splash erupted more than a hundred meters away on the river surface.

Immediately, the several middle-aged men beside him praised, “Nice arm strength, over a hundred meters in one cast, Tiger is getting stronger.”

“Hehe, it must be because I’ve been eating more, so my strength has grown,” Glenn Clark said with a simple smile on his face, but his expression quickly turned serious, as his fishing rod was trembling slightly.

Although the force of the tremble wasn’t great, and the float hadn’t sunk, Glenn Clark, through his keen sense of strength, knew that Mutated Fish had been drawn over.

However, these were just ordinary ‘small’ fish weighing a few or a dozen pounds, unable to bite off the bait in one go, nor rip apart the Alien Beast Meat.

At this moment, on the tumultuous surface of the river, a surge was stirring, followed by a powerful tug on Glenn Clark’s fishing rod, prompting him to excitedly shout, “Here it comes!”