Genius Beast Tamer

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Han Tianci raised an eyebrow and asked, "Should we go up and help him?"

Han Xingyu pouted and said, "Help him for what? Isn't he pretty good at fighting?"

"Those two old men seem to be planning to attack together!" Han Tianci said with a playful smile, "Even if they're good at fighting, they'll probably have a hard time!"

"Let's take another look." Han Xingyu frowned slightly and muttered under her breath, "Those two old geezers, they're so shameless, ganging up on us!"

Han Tianci smiled faintly, "Anyway, he's your disciple. If you're willing to wait, I naturally won't bother to make a move."

Han Xingyu scoffed, "Tch, you're just a nobody at the mid-stage of Martial King level. Even if you wanted to help, what good could you possibly do?"

"You think you're so capable?" Han Tianci rolled his eyes and said, "All you ever do is use cheap poisons, that's not real skill. You're only at the early stage of Martial King, not even as good as me!"

At this moment, Long Wu was in a complete mess!

Cheng Zhu and Cheng Kun dragged the exhausted Cheng Xiao aside. Seeing Cheng Xiao's crushing defeat, they lost their previous competitive spirit and attacked simultaneously, surrounding Long Wu.

Long Wu had the Dragon Head Treasure Blade to resist the pressure of divine sense, but both of them were experts. Under such relentless attacks, Long Wu finally began to run out of energy.

In a moment of distraction, Cheng Zhu pierced his arm with a sword. He dodged in pain and met Cheng Kun's attack, in which his other arm was also slashed by a broadsword.

"Your foolish apprentice seems to be dying." Han Tianci pointed outside, deliberately making his voice loud.

Upon hearing this, Long Wu hurriedly looked toward where they were hiding.

Upon seeing Han Xingyu, Long Wu was like a kitten that had been away from home for a long time, his pitiful eyes almost bursting with tears.

Upon seeing his savior, his eyes filled with tears, and he cried out, "Master! Save me!"

The wails were extremely pitiful. (Besides being pitiful, there was also a lot of nauseatingly drawn-out, grating noise!)

Hearing this, Han Xingyu shivered and frowned, saying, "Does your voice have to be so effeminate?! It's giving me goosebumps!"

"Master?" Cheng Zhu and Cheng Kun looked at each other blankly.

Long Wu's ability to escape was truly remarkable. Holding the Cloud Illusion Steps manual in one hand, he learned it while quickly retreating behind Han Xingyu. He used Han Xingyu as a turtle shell, hiding behind him and peeking out at Cheng Zhu and Cheng Kun.

Seeing Long Wu's timid appearance, Cheng Zhu and Cheng Kun couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hey Long Wu, I've heard of you, even your Grandpa Zhu has, but I never imagined you were such a coward hiding behind a little kid!"

"Hahaha……"

Cheng Kun could only laugh; he didn't know how else to describe Long Wu's hilarious behavior.

In his eyes, Han Xingyu and Han Tianci were just children. A master at the early stage of Martial Emperor hiding behind two children, all he could say was laugh.

"Master, these two are ganging up on me. The first one already used up too much of my internal energy. I can't beat them."

Long Wu's left and right arms were injured, and his face was pale.

Han Xingyu curled his lip, putting on a wise and experienced air, and said in a condescending tone, "What a useless, foolish disciple! Get out of here! You can't even handle a few small fry!"

"Pfft!" Cheng Zhu laughed, "Brother Kun, did I hear that right? This little baby really is Long Wu's master?"

Cheng Kun's smile faded, and his gaze turned slightly serious, because at this moment, Han Tianci unleashed his mid-stage Martial King cultivation.

Cheng Zhu narrowed his beady eyes, slightly surprised, but quickly smiled indifferently and said, "Mid-stage Martial King, quite an impressive lad. It's just a pity he's destined to perish here today!"

Seeing Han Tianci unleash his cultivation, Han Xingyu was not to be outdone and unleashed his early-stage Martial King cultivation as well.

"Early Martial King?" Cheng Kun frowned. "Long Wu is an early Martial Emperor, why would he take a mere early Martial King as his master? This is rather strange! Cheng Zhu, let's wait and see, don't act rashly..."

Cheng Kun was a cautious man, but before he could finish speaking, Cheng Zhu had already charged forward, retorting, "If we don't press our advantage now, what if Long Wu escapes! What can two greenhorns do!"

Han Xingyu waved her hand as if to yawn, and a faint dust seemed to rise from her sleeve.

Han Tianci narrowed his eyes, held his breath, and reached out a hand to cover Long Wu's nose and mouth. Long Wu was confused and widened his eyes, wanting to resist, but Han Tianci glared at him and scared him into not daring to resist. He lowered his head and let him cover him, almost suffocating him to death.

Cheng Kun noticed something was wrong and tried to stop Cheng Zhu from rushing forward, but it was too late. Cheng Zhu's eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and he fell straight down, convulsing in pain on the ground.

Cheng Kun stopped abruptly, not daring to go any further. He held his breath and took a few steps back until the other child removed his hand from Long Wu's face before he dared to breathe.

Long Wu gasped for breath, looking at Cheng Zhu writhing on the ground in pain, and asked blankly, "What happened to that guy?"

Han Xingyu narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly, "I recently refined a new poison, and someone just happened to deliver it to my door, so I decided to test it on a mid-stage Martial Emperor to see if it would work the same way. Unfortunately, it was a little less effective than expected." After saying that, Han Xingyu pretended to look disappointed.

Long Wu was stunned, and his gaze toward Han Xingyu was filled with admiration!

I fought for ages before finally taking down one, and I ended up covered in wounds!

My master is truly amazing; he can take down one person with just a wave of his hand!

Seeing Chengzhu rolling on the ground, screaming in pain, Longwu cautiously asked, "Master, he's in so much pain, and it still hasn't reached your expected effect? ​​What did you expect him to be like?"

Han Xingyu narrowed her dangerous eyes and looked at Cheng Kun, who probably had the same question in his mind at this moment.

"This poison will slowly spread in the body, like hundreds of ants crawling around in the blood. If you are poisoned by breathing, the toxin will enter through the nostrils and slowly penetrate downwards. Along the way, it will always encounter some obstacles. For example, the blood vessels of the heart are too narrow to allow a hundred ants to rush through at the same time. So they will crowd around, and the poisoned person will feel a lot of pain, as if their whole body is being twisted. An ordinary person would probably cry out in agony. In three breaths, a layer of skin will fall off, and then the internal organs will be completely eroded, but the person will still be aware of the pain until only bones and blood are left."

Long Wu was horrified when he heard this.

Han Xingyu hadn't finished speaking, so she continued, "Because he's a mid-stage Martial Emperor, his dantian has accumulated a lot of internal energy. Those ant-like poisons are currently lingering in his dantian, enjoying their feast. That's why he'll die much later than I expected. He should have died within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but now he'll have to wait at least another day and night. The higher the internal energy level, the longer it will take!"

Long Wu said, "Wouldn't that mean suffering for a whole day and night? The higher the cultivation level, the longer the torment. It's better for those with lower cultivation levels to die sooner and be reborn sooner!"

Han Xingyu nodded, feigning exhaustion, and said, "I don't like waiting too long. This experiment has failed. It seems this poison needs further improvement!"

Long Wu, his eyes brimming with hope, said, "Master, you're amazing! I think this effect is definitely better than killing him instantly! Don't you think it's incredibly satisfying to see a mid-stage Martial Emperor crying out for mercy? If Master thinks this poison isn't good enough and needs improvement, then please give me all the substandard poisons you deem unsuccessful!"

Upon hearing this, Han Xingyu burst into laughter, patting Long Wu's shoulder forcefully. Long Wu, whose arms were injured, cried out in pain from the pat. Han Xingyu was in high spirits and said happily, "Long Wu, my silly disciple, I used to think that having such a silly disciple as you was a little superfluous, but now I don't think so anymore!"

"Why?" Long Wu rubbed the wound on his arm, his face full of confusion.

Han Tianci rolled his eyes and answered for Han Xingyu, "Your master is very pleased that you enjoy seeing your enemies being tortured and crying and begging for mercy! Han Xingyu thinks that you and he are of one mind, and he is naturally overjoyed to have another disciple who loves to torture people. He certainly won't think you are superfluous."

With a broad smile, Han Xingyu pulled out over a dozen bottles and jars of poisons, along with a small notebook, from his cloth bag. Raising an eyebrow, he chuckled, "Silly disciple, following me will bring you countless benefits! As long as you like poisons, you can have as much as you want! These are all yours! Even a Martial Lord would kneel on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy with these poisons. This notebook records the uses and toxicity of these poisons, as well as the methods of antidote."

Carefully accepting the phone, notebook, and bottles, Long Wu chuckled and said, "Back then, as a rogue cultivator, without any sect or affiliation, I felt carefree and unrestrained. Now I realize how incredibly foolish I was. If I had known that becoming an apprentice was so beneficial, I would have done so long ago!"

"Tch, you won't have a good life if you follow other sects and other masters!" Han Xingyu sneered.

"Of course, they're definitely not as good as you, Master!" Long Wu hurriedly flattered, "That's why I looked down on them in the past. It wasn't until I met you, Master, that I willingly became your disciple. It's because I truly believe that you are the best, Master, and only you are the strongest in my eyes..."

"Ugh!" Han Tianci pretended to gag, cursing, "You two, master and disciple, if you want to be so mushy, go back inside and stop this disgusting stuff in front of me!"

Han Xingyu narrowed his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Han Tianci, you said those words, don't regret them!" He beckoned to Long Wu, then turned and walked away, saying, "Long Wu, come back to my room. I have many more secret manuals to share!"

"Yes, Master!" Upon hearing the words "secret manual," Long Wu's eyes lit up, and he quickly responded and chased after him.

Han Xingyu picked at her ears and finally got some peace and quiet!

He caught a glimpse of Cheng Kun staring at him menacingly out of the corner of his eye, and only then did he realize that something was wrong!

"Hey! Han Xingyu! You're gone, what are we going to do with this guy!" Han Tianci roared.

Han Xingyu walked slowly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and replied nonchalantly, "Didn't you tell us to leave? Anyway, he came here to seek revenge on the murderer, so isn't it perfect that he's looking for you? What does it have to do with my disciple?"

Han Xingyu tossed Long Wu a bottle of wound medicine, saying, "Silly disciple, quickly treat your wound!"

"Damn it, Han Xingyu! Now I know you. You've got a disciple and you don't want your older brother anymore!" Han Tianci roared.

Han Xingyu chuckled playfully, "Anyway, you've been stuck at the mid-stage Martial King level for a long time. Didn't you hit a bottleneck? Sister Wuxie said that challenging stronger opponents can help you break through that bottleneck. Maybe after you fight this old man, you can become a peak Martial King. I'm doing this for your own good!"

After watching his apprentice finish applying the medicine, Han Xingyu waved and said with a smile, "Silly apprentice, your master is hungry. Let's go back quickly!"

The two used their light-footed skills to vanish in a flash.

Watching the direction they disappeared in, Han Tianci frowned, sighed, and looked at Cheng Kun, saying, "Old man, I'm not in a good mood. Are you sure you don't want to go back now?"

Cheng Kun glanced at Cheng Xiao, who was exhausted and unconscious, and then at Cheng Zhu, who was writhing on the ground in pain. The two of them were worse than the other. He hesitated slightly. If he took the two seriously injured people back now, but he himself was not injured at all, he would not have a good ending after returning. It would be better to capture this kid and force Long Wu to go with him!

Cheng Kun's eyes hardened, and he raised his broadsword and charged towards Han Tianci.

The divine pressure of a mid-stage Martial Emperor shot straight out, but to Cheng Kun's surprise, the child didn't react at all. The child looked at him indifferently, as if he was mocking his slow speed.

A flash of light, and the afterimage vanished.

Han Tianci smiled gently and politely reminded him, "Old man, I'm right behind you!"

Cheng Kun turned around and looked at him, his gaze widening in surprise. "How can you be so fast?"

"Hehe, fast, isn't it?" Han Tianci chuckled elegantly, but his footwork was unsteady as he suddenly reappeared beside Cheng Kun, his gentle voice softly asking, "Old man, what are you looking at?"

Cheng Kun stared intently at the child in front of him, but the child's mouth did not move, yet a sound came out. Cheng Kun was startled, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"No, the sound is coming from my side!" Cheng Kun muttered to himself, looking to his side, while his knife whistled through the air as he swiftly slashed to his side.

"Old man, what are you hacking at again?" A voice came from in front of Cheng Kun. Han Tianci blinked his innocent and naive eyes, looking at Cheng Kun with curiosity.

"Damn it!" Cheng Kun roared, blowing his beard and glaring, as he swung his sword forward.

Han Tianci reappeared behind him, blinking at him with amusement.

Cheng Kun seemed to have been driven mad. Holding his knife, he didn't even look at where Han Tianci was, but instead slashed wildly in front of him, behind him, to his left, and to his right.

Han Tianci's greatest skill was lightness skill. Han Xingyu had suffered many losses because of Han Tianci's speed. How could Cheng Kun possibly hit him or lock onto him with his divine sense?

After hacking around wildly, Cheng Kun braced himself on the ground with his broadsword, panting heavily.

Han Tianci continued to appear at Cheng Kun's speed, sometimes in front of him, sometimes behind him, and sometimes beside him. However, the distance between them was subtly changing, gradually closing from ten steps away.

Cheng Kun leaned on his broadsword, seemingly panting heavily from exhaustion, but in reality, he was constantly keeping an eye on Han Tianci out of the corner of his eye.

Han Tianci finally got close, but Cheng Kun did not make any rash moves, letting Han Tianci suddenly kick him and suddenly stab him with his sword.

Han Tianci thought that Cheng Kun, who was already covered in wounds, couldn't figure out the direction of his moves, so he became bolder and got closer and closer.

suddenly!

This time, however, they miscalculated, and a powerful internal force rushed towards them!

Cheng Kun accurately predicted Han Tianci's location this time, gathered his inner strength, and struck Han Tianci's chest with a palm!

After being driven back by dozens of enemy troops, Han Tianci's legs went weak, and he clutched his chest, his expression showing slight pain.

Fortunately, Hongbao was with him, which blocked some of the pressure from divine sense and the impact of internal force, so he only suffered some minor injuries.

Cheng Kun raised a cruel smile, pulled the broadsword stuck in the ground, and as the blade touched the ground, he approached the injured and motionless Han Tianci step by step. With each step he took, the broadsword struck the ground with a sharp, piercing, and chilling sound that made people tremble.

While Han Tianci remained still, he focused on regulating his qi and blood, allowing Hongbao to exert its maximum power to resist the opponent's spiritual attack. He tilted his head back and swallowed a healing pill. The pill, made by Han Xingyu, instantly healed the physical wounds, but the internal injuries caused by the opponent's internal force could not be healed for the time being.

Han Tianci raised his head, his once gentle eyes now turning icy cold.

"What's wrong, little guy? Not playing hide-and-seek anymore?" Cheng Kun's eyes turned bloodthirsty and greedy.

At this moment, his purpose had changed. He had changed from grabbing the child to force Long Wu to come with him to grabbing the child and forcing him to hand over the light footwork technique he had just used.

Han Tianci narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body seemed to radiate heat that could be seen with the naked eye.

Cheng Kun's eyes lit up slightly, and his greed deepened. "Such profound internal energy cultivation."

Han Tianci raised his sword, and suddenly the blade seemed to be surrounded by fire, with a deafening sword cry.

A warm, spring-like smile played on his lips, but his eyes flashed with icy coldness. His voice was indifferent as he said, "I told you I wasn't in a good mood and advised you to leave, but you wouldn't listen. So, I'll spare your life!"

Cheng Kun sneered, "You're quite arrogant! You were already seriously injured by that palm strike, weren't you? Why are you still so stubborn? Actually, if you just hand over your lightness skill footwork and internal energy cultivation method, I can spare your life today."

A cold glint flashed in Han Tianci's eyes as he pointed his sword at the Eight Trigrams, silently chanting, "Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Dui, Kun..."

He moved with the speed of the wind, his steps forming the shape of nine stars.

The toes resembled sword tips, simultaneously forming the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern. Towering flames surrounded the entire longsword, and the Bagua pattern drawn by the sword tip transformed into countless small flaming swords.

Han Tianci's pupils suddenly dilated, his long, jet-black hair was blown by the wind formed by the flames, revealing his smooth forehead, handsome face, sword-like eyebrows that arched towards his temples, and his sharp, bloodthirsty eyes locked onto Cheng Kun.

Han Tianci looked up to the sky and roared, a furious howl like that of an ancient divine beast, as towering flames burned everything.

Cheng Kun suddenly felt fear, a fear that only a Martial Venerable could bring him. It was the kind of fear that made him feel suffocated and unable to move because of the other party's aura, even without the other party using divine sense pressure.

The flaming sword pierced through Cheng Kun's heart with a whoosh.

Cheng Kun seemed to see the Bagua transform into thousands of tiny swords piercing his body, but in reality, it was a sword in Han Tianci's hand that pierced his heart.

With this hazy consciousness, Cheng Kun finally felt the pain of being pierced by a thousand swords, and his eyes faded away.

As Han Tianci drew his sword, the flames remaining on the blade lingered at Cheng Kun's heart, spreading from there and burning his entire body to ashes.

At the same moment as that roar, Han Tianci broke through the bottleneck of the mid-stage Martial King!

At this moment, he was already a master at the peak of the Martial King realm!

Han Tianci stood still, his overwhelming aura gradually fading, his gaze filled with a hint of doubt and confusion.

Even though he had reached the peak of the Martial King realm in that instant, he found that the flames he had just conjured from his internal energy were too real. It was clear that one could only materialize internal energy after reaching the ninth level of the internal energy cultivation method he was currently learning.

"This power seems to be related to my talent. Was that person who just roared and howled really me?"

He even had a strange feeling that just now, when he suffered internal injuries, was locked on by the divine sense of a mid-stage Martial Emperor, and was facing a life-threatening situation, a mysterious power seemed to erupt in his body. That power was as if an ancient divine beast had possessed him, and his body almost could not withstand such a powerful force.

"What's going on? Han Tianci, what were you yelling about just now?" Han Xingyu rushed over.

"Tianci!" Han Wuxie rushed over anxiously. Seeing Han Tianci covered in blood, he glared fiercely at Han Xingyu and said angrily, "I was going to have Zhu Fengmo deal with them, but you, Han Xingyu, kept saying that your poison would be no problem against them, so I felt comfortable letting you and Tianci come out! But now, how could you leave Tianci alone? If Tianci suffers any consequences from this injury, or if his cultivation is severely damaged! Han Xingyu, I'll beat you back to the Martial Sect level!"

Han Xingyu looked at Han Wuxie pitifully, pouted, and said aggrievedly, "Sister Wuxie, didn't you say that fighting can help break through bottlenecks? I was only trying to help Han Tianci, wanting him to try his hand at fighting that old man!"

Han Wuxie glared at Han Xingyu and angrily said, "Do you think a mid-stage Martial Emperor or a mid-stage Martial King can even exchange a few blows? Could Tianci even move after a single divine sense pressure? Even in a fight, you need to choose the right opponent. If it were only an early-stage Martial Emperor, perhaps I would let Tianci try his hand, but I wouldn't leave easily. I would stay by his side, ready to protect him at any moment. If he were to fall behind, I would be on alert and ready to intervene! Now he's a mid-stage Martial Emperor. Even if Tianci has the Hongbao to help him offset some of the pressure, the opponent's internal energy is still at the mid-stage Martial Emperor level. How could Tianci possibly handle that! Instead of protecting him, you took your disciple back to the house! What if Tianci had gotten into trouble if we hadn't arrived in time? If something had happened to him, how would we explain it to our grandfather when we got home?"

Han Xingyu lowered her head, her eyes slightly red, and took small steps toward Han Tianci. She gently nudged him with her shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone."

Han Tianci smiled slightly, patted Han Xingyu's shoulder, and said, "I'm fine, aren't I? Stop being so fussy! I'm really not used to you being like this!"

Han Tianci stepped forward, tugged at Han Wuxie's sleeve, and smiled brightly, "Sister, I'm fine, don't be mean to Xingyu."

Han Wuxie brushed the stray hairs from Han Tianci's forehead and asked worriedly, "Are you really alright?"

Han Xingyu took Han Tianci's hand to check his pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Sister Wuxie, Tianci is fine. He just suffered a little internal injury. As long as he rests properly for three days and doesn't use his internal energy for three days, he will be fine."

Han Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xingyu who dared not look at her, and sighed, "Xingyu, it's not that I'm being mean to you, it's just that I was really worried. If it were Tianci who left you here alone today, I would have been just as harsh on him. You should understand that the three of us came out of the house together, and I don't want anyone to be missing. I have to take you all back with me!"

Han Xingyu nodded remorsefully, her voice hoarse, "Sister Wuxie, I understand. I know I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have acted on my own, shouldn't have prioritized cultivation, and shouldn't have let Tianci risk his life by thinking he should break through his bottleneck quickly. I shouldn't have left him alone! Now I understand that cultivation is secondary; staying alive is the most important thing. No matter if we can go home in the future, the three of us must live well!"

Han Wuxie nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face, and patted Han Xingyu's head. "Xingyu, you're right. No matter whether we can go home in the future, the three of us must live well. Only by living can we have a chance to wait for a miracle to happen."

Han Tianci and Han Xingyu both nodded heavily.

Long Wu looked around but didn't see Cheng Kun. He asked in confusion, "Uncle-Master, did you chase that old guy away?"

Han Tianci then remembered everything that had just happened, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said with a trembling voice, "I killed him."

Han Xingyu asked in surprise, "You killed him? How did you kill him?" After asking, he noticed that Han Tianci seemed afraid of something and asked in confusion, "Tianci, what's wrong with you? You killed a mid-stage Martial Emperor expert, shouldn't you be happy? Why do you seem afraid? Why is your voice trembling?"

Han Wuxie frowned, put her hand on Han Tianci's shoulder, and comforted him, "Tianci, what's wrong? What happened? Don't be afraid, your sister is here, Xingyu is here, tell me slowly."

Han Xingyu looked at Long Wu, frowning, and said, "Silly disciple, tie up this one who's screaming in pain and this one who's unconscious, and take them all back! Tell Qinglang and the others not to worry about Tianci; you all wait for us inside the house!"

"Okay, Master!" Long Wu responded, then carried Cheng Zhu and Cheng Xiao back to the house.

After sending Long Wu away, Han Xingyu looked around to make sure no one else was there, then asked, "Tianci, there's no one else here. Tell me what happened. What's wrong? Don't scare yourself. Look at your face, you're all pale with fright!"

Han Tianci took a deep breath, his gaze trembling slightly, and said in a heavy, low voice, "When we were facing danger just now, it felt like I was possessed by some monster. It was as if something terrifying lived inside my body!"

---Aside---

7000 words updated~

I originally wanted to challenge myself to write 10,000 words a day, but I found myself in a difficult situation. What exactly lives in Tianci's body? I haven't really decided yet. I originally thought of setting it up as some kind of mysterious divine beast soul in Hongbao, but I felt that it might not be impactful enough. Then I thought that maybe I should set it up as the divine soul power left behind by Tianci in his previous life. After all, I said before that talented people are reincarnations from the divine realm.

I'm currently torn between these two options. Which one do you think is better? Please leave a comment and let Chenchen know! I want to base it on everyone's preferences! After all, this story is written for everyone to read, and your enjoyment is the most important thing. Please leave a comment and let me know!