Chapter 40

Cang Luo stepped out of the tent, stretched his arms, and felt refreshed and utterly at ease.

After a night of cultivation, Cang Luo had fully absorbed all the demon cores accumulated in his body; the seventh spiritual wheel now bore a faint outline, signaling his imminent breakthrough to Warrior Seventh Layer.

Moreover, he was one step closer to mastering the first level of the Annihilating Body Divine Art—he had already completed forty-five revolutions.

Just four more revolutions remained to complete it; he estimated it would take two more nights.

Rubbing his eyes, Cang Luo walked to a nearby short tree, wiped dew from its leaves, casually cleansed his face, and set off again toward the demon beast forest.

Using satellite reconnaissance, Cang Luo avoided other disciples, jogging slowly while pondering what type of demon beast to subdue.

Demon beasts also had elemental affinities, classified into eight types by the Ten Thousand Beasts Atlas, somewhat similar to martial art elements.

They were: Water, Fire, Wind, Earth, Thunder, Poison, Plant, and Space—each with distinct traits easily inferred from their names.

Ice and Metal demon beasts existed as well, but were categorized under Water and Earth as advanced variants.

First-tier demon beasts were mostly Wind, Earth, or Poison types; for example, the Three-Tailed Giant Scorpion was a Poison-type demon beast.

The Spear Boar was an Earth-type demon beast... and most were close-combat beasts, weak in power and low in intelligence, leaving Cang Luo few options.

Cang Luo had considered waiting until he reached Warrior General before subduing a demon beast, but time was not on his side—danger loomed everywhere; survival came first, and even a fraction more power was better than none.

Moreover, a beast companion’s strength increased with its master’s cultivation base, and there was a chance it could undergo mutation to gain even greater abilities.

Cang Luo thought of one word: evolution.

In summary, subduing a demon beast now was not an incorrect choice for Cang Luo.

“Hmm? Then what kind of demon beast should I subdue?”

Cang Luo muttered to himself, then pulled out the Ten Thousand Beasts Atlas and flipped through it again.

Nine-Ring Snake, first-tier demon beast, Poison-type, possesses deadly venom, prefers to lie in ambush from hiding...

Disliked it—Cang Luo was naturally terrified of legless reptiles and kept his distance.

Earth-Eater, first-tier demon beast, Earth-type.

Has no offensive ability, lives deep underground, feeds on soil and tree roots, vision reduced to seeing only two feet ahead, but sense of smell and hearing exceptionally sharp...

Also disliked—what use was this thing? Follow it around eating dirt?

I’m a billionaire now—do I really need to eat dirt?

Cang Luo flipped past the Earth-Eater’s description without finishing it; he didn’t know that the Earth-Eater possessed a unique ability—it could locate various mineral veins...

After searching through nearly all first-tier demon beasts, Cang Luo finally found one he favored—and it wasn’t a common Earth, Wind, or Poison type.

Fire-Eating Wolf, first-tier demon beast, Fire-type.

Can spit fire, fight at close range with claws and fangs, or launch ranged flame attacks, though it consumes immense spiritual energy.

Fire-Eating Wolves are pack-dwelling; they hunt in groups of at least ten or more.

Their combat power ranks among the top of first-tier demon beasts, capable of killing second-tier beasts through sheer numbers—far beyond what a Warrior-level cultivator could withstand.

“Perfect! You’re the one—but here’s the problem: Fire-Eating Wolves travel in packs. How do I capture one?”

Forget it—I’ll find one first, then figure out a plan. Is there even one in the demon beast forest?

With his goal set, Cang Luo focused entirely on using the satellite to scan the demon beast forest in a grid pattern, from near to far.

Every detail was captured—even a flying insect couldn’t escape the satellite’s camera, as if he were using Google Earth to pan for girls in short skirts.

Hard work rewarded him: after an hour of searching, Cang Luo finally located his target over a hundred miles to the east, in a cluster of hills.

Deep blue fur, with a silver stripe running from forehead to tail—exactly matching the illustration in the Ten Thousand Beasts Atlas.

It was definitely a Fire-Eating Wolf—sixteen of them traveling together, seemingly hunting.

The lead one appeared to be the alpha, thirty percent larger than the other fifteen; with its tail, its body length was estimated at three and a half meters, its snarling mouth occasionally spitting sparks.

“Damn, so many—if spotted, I’d be torn apart instantly. Need a way to lure one away.” Cang Luo watched the pack, frowning in thought.

Suddenly, Cang Luo noticed another demon beast trailing far behind the pack.

Zooming in the satellite view, he saw it was also a Fire-Eating Wolf—but this one was different: smaller in size.

That wasn’t the key point—the key was it had two heads.

One head had silver fur, the other normal deep blue, but without the silver stripe.

“Did its genes mutate? Does the other head contain a demon core too?”

Cang Luo instantly became fascinated by the two-headed Fire-Eating Wolf; through the satellite, he noticed its four eyes radiated sorrow.

The sorrowful two-headed wolf trailed far behind the pack, occasionally speeding up to close the distance slightly.

But immediately, a normal Fire-Eating Wolf from the pack would dash out, snarling fiercely at it, causing it to slow down, lowering both heads and tail in utter misery and fear.

“Hah! So it’s a pitiful outcast—since your pack rejects you, come with me.”

Cang Luo understood the tragedy of being an outcast, recalling AIDS patients and infants carrying the HIV virus on Earth.

How tragic was their brief ten-year lifespan?

Although HIV spreads only through sex and blood, daily life with ordinary people posed no risk.

But who would risk accidental infection by associating with an AIDS patient?

“Hmm? Does the Yuanwu Continent have a way to kill Earth’s HIV virus? Or cancers? Is there an elixir that purges all toxins? Or can high-level warriors directly kill viruses?”

Cang Luo decided to learn about this knowledge if he got the chance.

First, to contribute a little to Earth’s medical industry and humanity; second, to make money—how much is something that saves lives worth?

Besides, maybe I could win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Fame and fortune—why not?

“Heh! Let’s survive first.”

Cang Luo gave a bitter laugh, slapped his face, then activated the Wind-Running Step and sprinted.

With the satellite’s aid, Cang Luo skillfully avoided all warrior squads and demon beasts, racing straight toward the two-headed Fire-Eating Wolf without looking back.

Yet Cang Luo didn’t notice that three hundred meters behind him, Chen Da Long and the other two had suddenly broken into a sprint.

Cang Luo had already spotted them via satellite, but paid no mind—he assumed they were Xuantian Sect disciples also training in the demon beast forest.

If he’d zoomed the satellite camera closer to examine them carefully, he’d have noticed something odd.

Because Cang Luo had seen the triangular-eyed disciple Zhang Youliang—Zhang Youliang was the one who had helped Chen Da Hu to recuperate that day, and had argued with him.

Half an hour later, Zhang Youliang panted and cursed: “Damn it, how is this waste running so fast?”

His shadow’s gone—could he have noticed us from the start and been dodging us?”

Chen Da Long squinted: “He didn’t spot us—he must have a method to avoid demon beasts. He won’t leave the demon beast forest anytime soon.”

Wang Lei immediately said: “It’s the Sound-Listening Technique—he’s choosing safe paths by listening to demon beast noises.”

Chen Da Hu nodded, then crouched, studying the clear footprints on the ground, and sneered: “Good. We follow these tracks.”