Chapter 11: Kirin Arm

Journey to the West: Starting by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text Volume, Chapter 11, Kirin Arm. Late at night.

Xuanzang, Qing She, and Bai She, one human and two demons, sat under a tree on the wild grass.

Before them, a bonfire blazed, and a massive, ferocious wolf head was being roasted over the flames, dripping golden, brilliant oil from time to time.

This was the black wolf demon with eight hundred years of magic power from before; its entire demon body had been shattered by a single basic attack from Xuanzang, leaving only a dog... wolf head.

However, from a culinary perspective, the nutritional value of the head was not low.

So, it was used by Xuanzang to satisfy his craving!

Qing She and Bai She sat close together, not speaking.

The two sisters had different gazes; Qing She's were filled more with wariness and suspicion.

While Bai She's were filled mostly with curiosity and awe.

Both snakes were inexperienced in the world; perhaps Xuanzang was the first human they had ever seen.

"This human is too strong; I cannot provoke him. I must find an opportunity to take my sister and stay far away from him."

Qing She thought secretly; this stemmed from animal instinct or perhaps a sixth sense.

And for some reason, Qing She always felt she could not let her sister get too close to this human.

Bai She stared at Xuanzang, but in her heart, she was thinking: "Are all men in Renjian this good-looking? I really want to look a few more times."

Thinking and thinking.

A flush of red appeared on Bai She's delicate, pretty face, and an unusual feeling came from the demon core within her body.

It felt like the sensation of being petted by Xuanzang; Bai She liked this feeling very much.

As for Xuanzang, he naturally did not know the thoughts of the two demons beside him.

At this moment, the notification sound of the Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence System appeared in his mind.

"Congratulations to the host for the 'One Good Deed a Day' mission: slay the wolf demon, save Qing She and Bai She. Obtained random reward: one drop of Shiqilin Essence Blood."

Xuanzang's expression did not change as he looked at the "Shiqilin Essence Blood" floating in the system space—scarlet, enchanting, and filled with a sense of mysterious power.

Shiqilin; the only one worthy of this title was the Shiqilin from the ancient times, a protagonist of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, the Hegemon of the Earth, and the supreme being of billions of Demon Beasts.

In that era, Saints had not yet appeared, and the Human Race had not yet been born; the world revered the Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and the Shiqilin. They were the strongest beings in heaven and earth.

Even if they were placed in the present, they would still be top-tier powerhouses beneath the Saints.

Can one imagine the value of a single drop of its Ancestral Blood?

"I just did a simple 'One Good Deed a Day' mission and obtained Qilin Ancestral Blood? This luck is too good."

"Uh... or is it some kind of Qi Luck halo for doing the first mission?" Xuanzang thought.

After all, the gain and the effort for this mission were not proportional at all.

Subsequently, information regarding the Shiqilin Ancestral Blood also appeared.

"Shiqilin Ancestral Blood, condensed from the essence of the ancient Shiqilin bloodline. It can be consumed internally to Devour and refine the magic power within it and comprehend the bloodline Law."

"It can also be applied externally. Anything applied externally will gain the Shiqilin's divine essence and can transform into an Absolute divine weapon, comparable to a top-grade magic treasure."

After reading this, Xuanzang's expression was strange.

Are you kidding me? This Qilin Ancestral Blood is divided into internal consumption and external application?

Is this traditional Chinese medicine or Ancestral Blood?

Sure enough, for some reason, Xuanzang felt this was unreliable.

But thinking of the effects, Xuanzang looked at his right arm. If he applied it externally, would he immediately possess a Kirin Arm or Kirin leg comparable to a top-grade magic treasure with infinite potential?

But applying it only to an arm? Wouldn't that be a bit of a waste?

Xuanzang, as if possessed, looked at his little brother, and a bold idea was born in his heart?

Suddenly, some images appeared in his mind. Xuanzang couldn't help but shiver; he dared not imagine those images.

The Shiqilin was the supreme being of all beasts, but it also had another title: King of Beasts.

It is rumored that as long as they are land-dwelling beasts from ancient times to the present, they basically all possess a bit of Qilin bloodline to some extent.

In a sense, the Qilin clan of the ancient times were walking Teddies, with countless descendants and countless bloodlines; wherever they went, they sowed seeds.

Now, Xuanzang felt that if he used the Shiqilin Ancestral Blood on his little brother, would he inherit the talent of the Qilin bloodline?

"Hiss!"

Xuanzang shook his head and ultimately rejected this thought.

A real man should still train a Kirin Arm; a Kirin leg is not needed.

Xuanzang withdrew his consciousness from the system space and returned to reality.

If Qing She and Bai She were not by his side, he might have applied the Shiqilin Ancestral Blood externally right away.

But under these special circumstances, he could only wait to use it later; in any case, there was no rush.

Xuanzang looked at the black wolf head that had been roasted golden and said:

"This wolf head is thoroughly cooked; why aren't you two sisters eating?"

A look of reserve appeared on Bai She's pretty face, and she replied:

"Benefactor, this is your spoils of war. You haven't spoken, so we dare not move."

Qing She nodded; she wanted to eat, but she knew the difference between being full for one meal and being full for every meal.

"It's fine, I don't have many rules; eat if you want to eat, play if you want to play, just do whatever makes you happy," Xuanzang said casually.

On the mountain, he was managed too strictly by the Old Monk and had no freedom, and he couldn't beat him either.

Now that he had descended the mountain, Xuanzang didn't care about any monastic rules or precepts; he forgot them all.

After speaking, Xuanzang divided the wolf head into eight pieces.

Although it was the head of a black wolf demon, there was still a big difference between the structure of the Demon Race and the Human Race.

The surface of this black wolf head also contained flesh essence, which was a great tonic for both humans and demons.

Bai She was still somewhat reserved, but Xiaoqing opened her bloody maw wide and tore into it rapidly, looking incomparably wild.

Then, Xiaoqing's belly grew a chunk larger, bulging out, and her whole body curled up.

With Xiaoqing's magic power, it would take some time to consume this essence of Flesh and Skin.

"Many thanks, benefactor," Xiaobai said politely.

Xiaoqing, however, lay under a tree, burping, patting her belly, and twitching her tail from time to time; it looked like she was stuffed.

Xuanzang looked at this silly snake and couldn't help but chuckle, saying casually, "Don't call me benefactor; just call me Xuanzang."

"How could I address my benefactor by his name directly?" Xiaobai said in a low voice.

"I say it is so, then it is so," Xuanzang said, a look of unquestionable authority appearing on his face.

Seeing this, the little white snake shivered in fright and dared not retort.

Xiaoqing was the same, if only she weren't unable to beat Xuanzang.

If he dared to scare Xiaobai, she would definitely bite him to death.

"Are you two just called Xiaobai and Xiaoqing? Do you not have names?" Xuanzang asked.

In truth, he still felt there weren't that many coincidences in the world; perhaps these two snakes were the White Snake and Qing She in their youth.

"Ever since we began our cultivation and gained consciousness, we have always been addressed this way," Xiaobai said.

"I see," Xuanzang nodded and did not continue to ask.

Xiaoqing patted her belly and asked curiously:

"Xuanzang, are all you humans this powerful? That formidable Black Wolf Demon was killed by you in a single slap?"

Hearing this, Xuanzang revealed a thoughtful look and replied, "Is there a possibility that the Black Wolf Demon was just too weak?"

"..." Xiaoqing.

The Black Wolf Demon was weak? He was an eight-hundred-year-old great demon, alright.

She and Xiaobai had only been around for a little over a hundred years.

She felt depressed inside; Xuanzang must have said that on purpose to mock their sisterly strength as low, calling them weaklings.

Detestable human!

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