The Miserable Azure-Heaven Wild Bull

Senior... Senior Gu!

The Wild Bull lowered its head with great difficulty, its voice carrying a hint of a sob.

Today's meat... can we cut it from somewhere else? The hind leg from last time hasn't even fully grown back yet...

Gu Changge looked up at it, reaching out to pat its belly. A dull thud echoed.

Hmm, you've actually put on some weight. But I'm not here for meat today.

The Wild Bull had just breathed a sigh of relief when it heard him continue, The Azure Snow Leopard I roasted yesterday tasted good, but it lacked some side dishes. The Purple Flame Spirit Rice I had you plant should be ripe by now, right?

The Wild Bull: ...

It lifted its head in grief and indignation, staring at the warm, jade-like face before it. Its scalp felt numb. It remembered how majestic it had been in the Canglan Mountain Range—an absolute overlord whose word was law, commanding millions of demonic beasts. When had it ever suffered such humiliation?

It had been lying in its cave, leisurely chewing on thousand-year-old spirit grass.

The next second—

Moo?!

Its vision blurred, and the entire Canglan Mountain Range was forcibly dragged away by an irresistible force!

When it opened its eyes again, it was in an unfamiliar space.

Before it could react, a figure in white drifted over. With a light flick of a finger—

Slash!

A piece of crystal-clear meat was sliced off its Saint King-grade bull leg, which it had cultivated for thousands of years.

The meat quality is decent, Gu Changge commented.

The Azure Heaven Bull King: ???

It was furious. Its Saint King pressure erupted, and its horns glowed with brilliant divine light, vowing to crush this arrogant human!

However—

Gu Changge only gave it a faint glance.

Boom!

The Azure Heaven Bull King was instantly suppressed, unable to move even a single hair.

Don't be nervous. Keeping you around is for sustainable development.

Gu Changge smiled warmly, casually sprinkling a drop of Life Water to let the wound heal quickly.

The Azure Heaven Bull King was stunned.

A dignified Saint King of its generation had become a human's food reserve?

What broke it even more was that Gu Changge returned a few days later.

The freshly grown meat is tender.

Slash!

Familiar pain, familiar operation.

The Azure Heaven Bull King roared internally, A devil! This man is a devil!

Even more infuriating was that it wasn't just a mobile meat warehouse; it also had to work hard to plant that damn Purple Flame Spirit Rice.

This spirit rice was something Gu Changge had obtained from a sign-in.

The grains were red as flame, each wrapped in dense Dao charm.

Gu Changge liked the taste and kept some as seeds.

Being too lazy to tend to it himself, and seeing the Azure Heaven Bull King idling around, he tossed the job over as a way to utilize waste.

This spirit rice grew fast, but it was incredibly finicky.

It needed to be watered with Innate Spirit Spring water three times a day, and the amount had to be adjusted constantly based on growth, or the grains would lose their spirituality.

What broke the bull even more was that the energy in the rice was too overbearing. It attracted lightning tribulations when it matured, and the bull had to use its horns to tank the strikes every time. Its horns had been charred black several times.

However, although this devil was overbearing, he wasn't entirely heartless.

Every time the spirit rice was harvested, he would leave a small portion for the bull.

The energy in the rice was mellow and thick. It only dared to eat a little at a time, feeling the spiritual power surge through its body—a hundred times more effective than chewing thousand-year spirit grass.

Combined with the spiritual items Gu Changge threw to it to nourish its body after each meat-cutting, its cultivation actually progressed by leaps and bounds.

When it was first captured, it was only at the early Saint King stage. Now, it stood firmly at the late Saint King stage, just one step away from the Great Saint Realm.

Its physical body was also tempered to be incredibly powerful by the remnants of the spirit rice and various treasures.

But this blessing in disguise felt suffocating no matter how it thought about it.

Who wants to increase their cultivation by selling meat and farming every day!

This Saint King life was worse than a common bull's—at least a common bull didn't have to plant spirit rice or worry about losing a chunk of meat today and a leg tomorrow.

It would rather be a local tyrant in the Canglan Mountains, even if its cultivation didn't grow an inch for ten years!

By the way, you mentioned last time that the flood dragon to the east stole two of your eggs? Perfect, I'll stew a flood dragon soup tonight for nourishment.

He glanced at the Wild Bull, which was still pawing the ground in grief, and spoke nonchalantly.

Don't forget to have the spirit rice ready tomorrow. If even one grain is missing, I'll cut the meat from your front leg to make braised beef.

Moo—!

The Wild Bull let out a long, sorrowful howl toward the sky, its voice full of protest, yet it didn't dare to show the slightest resistance.

Gu Changge ignored the melodramatic bull and walked in another direction.

His divine sense swept over Xiao Ruobai, who was currently fighting a mid-stage Core Formation Ironclad Rhino. The long halberd danced like a whistling wind. Though there were still flaws, he was much steadier than he had been in the morning.

Soon, a piercing scream echoed through the valley, followed by the sound of panicked fleeing.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ruobai was in the midst of a fierce battle in the mountains.

He had just finished off the Ironclad Rhino and was wiping the blood from the tip of his halberd.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of grief and indignation from the distance: You're bullying this beast too much!

The young man's hand tightened around the halberd. He felt that there were too many absurd things hidden in these Great Mountains that he couldn't understand.

He turned to look. Over the mountain peaks to the northwest, a golden light soared into the sky, seemingly the eruption of some powerful demonic beast's pressure.

But the light dimmed as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had been forcibly pressed back down, leaving only a few suppressed groans of frustration.

Strange.

Xiao Ruobai frowned, gripped his halberd, and continued forward.

As night deepened, Xiao Ruobai finally gathered the quota of a hundred Foundation Establishment stage or higher demonic beasts.

He dragged his exhausted body back.

Passing by a spirit field, he vaguely saw a giant azure-gold bull busy in the field, muttering to itself.

One grain cannot be missing, or the front leg gets cut... devil...

Xiao Ruobai: ???

He paused, suddenly feeling that the living things his master mentioned keeping might be different from what he had understood.

These weren't just living things; they were clearly domesticated demonic beasts?

Xiao Ruobai shook his head, suppressing the ridiculous thought, and quickened his pace toward the light gate.

He didn't see that behind him, the giant azure-gold bull peeked up, looking at his back with a gaze full of sympathy.

It seemed to say, Kid, work hard. Once you get stronger, you'll probably be forced to plant spirit rice too...

Xiao Ruobai frowned, gripped his halberd, and continued forward.

Xiao Ruobai dragged his heavy steps to the light gate. Just as he stepped out of the curtain of light, he saw Gu Changge crouching by a bonfire.

He was rotating a green bamboo stick skewered with meat. Oil droplets hissed as they hit the fire, and a dense aroma of meat instantly wafted over.

The Little Black Bird perched on his shoulder, its head bobbing in rhythm with the rotating bamboo stick, its eyes fixed on the roast meat as saliva nearly dripped into the fire.