Chapter 1702

The Omen Crow concluded: "So this stupid woman, Xia Na, saved the other's pet beast's life!"

Su Yang muttered: "Feels like fate-type pet beasts are kinda useless…"

Now it was the Omen Crow's turn to jump up in outrage: "It's not that fate-type pet beasts are useless—it's that you, Lord Su Yang, are just too unique!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

The Omen Crow nodded frantically—it didn't want to lose its usefulness in front of Su Yang or be labeled a waste; how could it ever be cultivated by Su Yang or gain benefits from him then?

"The foresight ability of fate-type pet beasts has severe limitations—it entangles too many tangled fates; the greater the influence of the target, the deeper the entanglement, the better their strength and future… casting it easily invites backlash, with enormous risk—never cast it lightly!"

"Then the luck spell Xia Na cast on me… didn't work?"

"It had little effect on Lord Su Yang—she just wanted psychological comfort… that's why I said this was pure accident!"

Xia Na: "It definitely worked!"

The Omen Crow: "It was pure luck—pure accident!"

"Stupid crow!"

"Stupid woman!"

Su Yang rubbed his temples and took a deep breath: "Omen Crow, don't insult Xia Na anymore—you're her pet beast after all!"

Xia Na hugged Su Yang's shoulder and grinned triumphantly at the Omen Crow.

The Omen Crow protested: "Lord Su Yang, she started insulting me first!"

"Xia Na, don't insult it anymore either—you two should get along properly!"

Xia Na hesitated, her expression conflicted: "Fine! I'll listen to you—as long as it doesn't insult me, I won't insult it first!"

"Omen Crow, what do you say?"

"... I'll follow Lord Su Yang's orders!"

The Omen Crow was a very pragmatic pet beast!

Hearing the Omen Crow agree to Su Yang, Xia Na's heart bloomed with joy.

Su Yang was on her side.

In truth, she'd never actually hated the Omen Crow.

With a pet beast like this, she'd treasure it to death!

But old grudges from back then still festered in the Omen Crow's heart.

Every time the Omen Crow insulted and mocked her, she couldn't help but retort!

As long as the Omen Crow didn't insult her, Xia Na was perfectly willing to coexist peacefully with it.

"Here's a little reward!"

Su Yang patted the Omen Crow's tiny head with a smile.

"System, spend two talent points to upgrade the Omen Crow's Rare-level Wind Resistance to Mythic-level!"

Last time, five talent points were spent to upgrade the Storm Eagle's Thunder talent—three were used.

Exactly two remain!

Now that Xia Na is my assistant, I might as well upgrade the Omen Crow!

After all, the Omen Crow helped out greatly this time.

If someone important from the Eight Treasures Pavilion was probing his fate and got backlashed to death, it might disrupt his plans.

Mythic-level Wind Resistance is also crucial for the Omen Crow.

"Ding~ Upgrade successful! Your pet beast, the Omen Crow, has gained the Mythic-level talent—Wind Resistance!"

After Su Yang's light tap, the Omen Crow's jet-black eyes gleamed brightly.

The upgrade to Mythic-level resistance wasn't visibly obvious.

Many pet beasts struggled to sense it.

But since the Omen Crow possessed Wind affinity, it immediately sensed the enhancement in its own Wind Resistance!

"Thank you, Master!"

"Remember what you promised me!"

"Little Crow will remember it well!"

Little Crow!

Suck-up!

Xia Na seethed inwardly but kept a smile on her face.

Baocheng, Chairman's residence.

Two old men stared at a silver snake.

This silver snake was covered in silvery-white scales, its body long and slender.

But a two-meter-long silver snake, compared to other pet beasts hundreds or even thousands of meters long, looked like a tiny thing.

At this moment, the silver snake was coiled into a circle, its tail in its mouth, lying on the ground.

Ten minutes later, the silver snake slowly unclasped its tail and returned to its normal form.

"How was it?" the Grand Elder asked. "What impact will Chen Feng have on the Eight Treasures Pavilion?"

The silver snake's eyes showed slight fatigue.

It flicked its tongue, opened its mouth, and spoke in human language: "His joining benefits the Eight Treasures Pavilion!"

The silver snake's prediction was vague.

This was to reduce consumption and avoid potential risks to its true body.

The Eight Treasures Pavilion… was already a massive collective, placing enormous strain on the silver snake!

Just as the Raven of Misfortune told Su Muyun!

The more connections involved, the more carefully one must predict.

"As long as it benefits the Babaozhai Society!"

The two old men finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They had no more concerns about Chen Feng.

"I cannot make predictions again within three years!"

Silver Snake looked at the elderly Grand Elder.

"Go!"

"Can you still hold on?"

"I don't know!"

Silver Snake: "I feel you're about to die!"

"This is fate!"

"Yes! This is fate!"

After Silver Snake vanished, the Grand Elder bowed his head silently and said to the old President: "I am not afraid of death—I fear there will be no successor!"

The President also sighed.

"President, you may need to consider recalling Tan Zhiqing!"

"She may not want to come back!"

"She is, after all, a member of the Tan family, your most outstanding descendant—she should be the heir to the Babaozhai Society!"

The Grand Elder said softly: "Can you really bear to see the Babaozhai Society decline?"

The Babaozhai Society President said nothing.

"What happened back then—you were wrong!" the Grand Elder continued.

"I admit, I was indeed wrong!" the President exclaimed, "But do you expect me to apologize to her?"

The Grand Elder countered: "Shouldn't you?"

"That's impossible!"

"Is your pride more important, or is the Babaozhai Society more important?"

The Babaozhai Society President fell silent.

"Tan Ming!" the Grand Elder said sternly, rarely calling the President by his true name, "Do not forget—you are not only an elder, but also the President of the Babaozhai Society. You are responsible for the countless families and Beast Tamer lineages who have served our Society for generations, and for our allies!"

"If lowering my head could strengthen the Babaozhai Society, I would rather never raise it again!"