Chapter 3075: Over a Hundred Beast Companions

We agreed that when the opportunity arises, we will all sit and discuss the Dao; we are fellow cultivators, mutually discussing and progressing together.

After that beast master left, Qin Shou still wore a strange expression, as if he hadn't come to his senses.

He was indeed somewhat overwhelmed by the favor; in all these years since coming to the Immortal Realm, when had those lower-realm beast masters ever given him a proper look?

Remember when he first came to the Immortal Realm, he wasn't without outside travels; back then he also went to seek out many Immortal Realm beast masters, wanting to learn and practice.

But they simply refused to see him, too lazy even to give a perfunctory meeting.

Later, because of Ye Zhangqing, he did manage to meet a few masters, but they were merely nodding acquaintances.

Those genuine skills and true techniques were kept tightly sealed; they would never utter a word to you.

Now the situation has reversed, with these Immortal Realm beast masters proactively coming to ask for advice, which leaves Qin Shou with mixed feelings.

But before he could think further, as the Heavenly Outside Immortal Vessel slowly came to a halt, a new wave of attacks began.

Afterwards, everyone just moved in circles; anyway, the Primordial Demon Race couldn't pin down their positions.

On the human side, they went all out, but the Primordial Demon Race suffered, having no solution at all.

Especially against those beast control arts, they had no solution whatsoever.

The only effective method was pure cultivation superiority overwhelming them.

If the beast masters' cultivation surpassed that of the humans, then those beast control arts would be useless.

But the problem is that the humans also get to choose; like an old lady picking persimmons, they'll definitely go for the soft ones.

So, the Primordial Demon Race side truly has no solution.

The most fucked-up thing is that the number of enslaved demons keeps growing.

At first, an attack might involve only three heads, but gradually it became five, six, and kept increasing.

It's completely become a practiced routine.

Seeing this, the demons all felt their scalps go numb.

Well, at this moment, before several Primordial Demon Race elders, over a hundred demons had knelt in neat rows.

These were all successfully branded with beast control arts, turning them into beast companions.

Looking at these over a hundred demons, the several Primordial Demon Race elders furrowed their brows—what the hell is this?

If not dealt with, it's unacceptable; becoming a beast companion means becoming a human slave—you have to obey their orders, whether you want to or not.

They had already made a decision in their hearts, but some words, as elders, were hard to say aloud, lest they chill the hearts of even more demons below…

Then, one of the demons, expressionless, spoke.

"You've all become human beast companions; tell me, what should we do now?"

"I……"

Upon hearing that, the over a hundred demons fell silent for a moment; someone opened their mouth, but upon reflection, apparently had nothing to say.

Moreover, some had already guessed what it was in their hearts, but dared not speak.

Seeing that not a single one of the over a hundred demons answered his words, that Primordial Demon Race elder naturally guessed what they were thinking.

But given the situation, what else could be done?

Although they are elder-level existences, they also have no way to solve only the human beast control arts.

To dispel this beast control art, the only way is to destroy the demon together with the art.

Falling into silence, at that moment, the leading demon's mind echoed with the elder's mental transmission.

"Shouldn't you say those words yourself?"

"Afraid of death? At this point, do you still get to choose?"

"Since you've become human beast companions, you certainly can't be allowed to stay alive; otherwise, problems could arise at any time."

"But to have the elder personally issue the order, we must also consider the thoughts of other demons."

"After all, these demons themselves are blameless and have not betrayed in the slightest."

"They simply lack the ability to block the human beast control arts; that's where the problem lies."

"If you lack the ability and have become a beast companion, you can only go to die; there is no second option."

"Moreover, this death must be self-proclaimed, to show loyalty to the demon race; only then will it work."

"Originally I wanted these guys to voluntarily speak up, but who would have thought that after waiting half a day, not a single one stepped forward to ask for death."

"When did the demon race become so greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"But the more this happens, the stronger the killing intent in the hearts of those elders becomes."

"With such cowardice, even if they hadn't become human beast companions, those elders would look down on them; they'd probably have to find a way to kill them—what's the point of keeping a bunch of useless waste?"

"The demon race doesn't need such life‑greedy, death‑afraid waste."

"So, this elder personally sent a mental transmission, thinking he had already hinted at it; surely they should know how to choose."

"But the demon kneeling below, after a moment's pause, replied via mental transmission."

"Reporting to elder, subordinate does not know."

"Huh???"

"Damn it, I asked you what to do, to have you voluntarily seek death, and now you come back with 'I don't know'? You're joking with me?"

"Angry as he was, the elder still suppressed his fury and gritted his teeth."

"You have already become a human beast companion; do you understand what a beast companion is? You can't dodge or resist, so to avoid disgracing the demon race's prestige, what should you do?"

"This is practically an explicit hint; even if you were the lowest‑wisdom pig demon clan, you should understand, right?"

"Having said that, this Primordial Demon Race elder stared fixedly at it, the chill in his eyes uncontrollably spreading."

"This made the hearts of the over a hundred demons below sink."

"Actually, the elders' meaning—how could they not know? After kneeling for so long, even a pig demon clan could figure it out."

"Otherwise, if there truly were another option, the elders would have brought it up long ago; why drag it out to now?"

They know it, but they don't want to die.

Becoming Shòuchǒng isn't what we want; we're completely forced, like being driven to put ducks on the shelf.

Just dying like that, they feel too stifled and can't accept it.

So, facing the clear indication from this old ancestor, the Demon Race below fell silent for a moment, and their final answer remained unchanged.

"Old ancestor, I am willing to be loyal to the Demon Race; please, old ancestor, give your orders."

Huh???

When hearing the first half, the old ancestor's expression eased a little, but upon hearing the second half, the old ancestor was stunned.

You damn well want to be loyal to the Demon Race, yet you still ask what orders I have? Didn't I already order you?

With a gloomy cold gaze looking at the Demon Race below, you little bastard, you're playing tricks on me, right?

What do you mean, you little bastard, you don't know? In order to survive, you're pretending to be ignorant with me, right?

I originally wanted these Demon Race to speak up themselves, to be loyal to the Demon Race, so everyone would be fine and morale could be maintained.

But these guys fear death, and they stubbornly pretend to understand while being confused.

Then there's nothing more to say; since they don't want to be decent, they don't have to be decent.

The old ancestor spoke in a low voice; there's no point pretending anymore, anyway keeping them is impossible—can't keep these hundred or so Shòuchǒng.

Joke, who the hell could keep a hundred or so Human Race Shòuchǒng nearby? Waiting for a backstab?