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Ghost Beast, holding a wine bottle, lay slumped on the edge of the bed.

Empty wine bottles were piled up under the bed.

Generally speaking, people in the tribe drink homemade wine.

These homemade wines are all made in earthenware jars or similar containers.

Wine in glass bottles, on the other hand, is imported.

For the people of the tribe, this is considered a high-end wine.

It has a completely different taste from the wine brewed by the tribe.

Even people in the tribe only enjoy it during festivals.

Now, similar bottles of wine are scattered all over the ground.

The ghost beast glanced at its father with lifeless eyes and said nothing.

The ghost beast's father only glanced at it.

In the normal storyline, at this point, Ghost's father should begin to talk to Ghost.

Pull the monster out of its decadent state.

But Ghost Beast's father walked over and snatched the wine bottle from Ghost Beast's hand.

"You brat, you're so extravagant, drinking jade wine!" Ghost Beast's father snatched the glass bottle from Ghost Beast's hand.

Because this wine was served in a bright green glass.

The people of the tribe generally call this kind of wine "jade wine," just like the jade-like bottle.

This is so much better than the wine brewed by their tribe.

Brewing is inherently a technical skill.

Crude winemaking techniques can't compare to wines passed down through generations.

The father of the demon beast started drinking the wine himself.

"How do you manage to have so much good wine, kid?" Ghost Beast's father asked, puzzled.

Because such jade wine is not something that ordinary people can afford to consume casually.

But now the ground is littered with glass bottles, and the ghost has drunk who knows how much it has.

The ghost beast ignored his father and simply took out another bottle of jade wine from the side.

It was as if the father of the demon beast was seeing his youngest son for the first time.

"You didn't go to steal it, did you?" Ghost Beast's father was startled.

Ghost Beast opened the bottle and started drinking.

In the eyes of the beast's father, the most promising son was his third son.

Because his third son's youngest son became a prospective Ghost Tiger!
This is a very happy event for their family.

After all, the next level up is the true Ghost Tiger.

Those were true nobles in the Ghost Tiger tribe, entitled to own territory.

Therefore, the Ghost Beast family has a very high opinion of the third brother's son.

"Didn't you want to become a Ghost Tiger?" Ghost Beast's father sat on the ground. "Why are you giving up now?"

He was referring to his youngest son, because he was the youngest.

She received the most love and pampering from a young age.

Regardless of Ghost Beast's talent, Ghost Beast's father adored his youngest son.

“It’s no use,” Ghost Beast said with a wry smile. “Father, you’re right, I really don’t have any talent.”

"Decades of time have been wasted."

"Father, do you know what level I am now?" Ghost Beast asked his father.

However, the ghost beast's father did not answer. Instead, the ghost beast answered itself, "Second-tier, initial stage."

"Hahaha." Ghost Beast gripped the bottle tightly, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. "This is just the starting point for many people."

"They can't even reach the starting point of someone who is a little more talented."

"Why wasn't I even a second-tier beast when I was born!" the ghost beast thought to itself.

If you were born at the first level, not the first level, but the second level.

Having worked so hard for so long, he's already at Tier 3. Ghost Beast believes that with his efforts, he can become invincible among his peers!

In the second tier, the Ghost Beast is now invincible.

In the tribe, no one could beat him, not even a third-tier beginner superhuman.

The monsters are all able to fight each other.

If the Beast's talent wasn't so weak.

Seeing his son in such pain, the father of the demon beast knew that all these decades had passed.

The ghost beast's life was far from easy; he diligently cultivated every day.

But in the end, it all ended up like this.

The ghost beast's father seemed to have figured something out.

"Actually, there is a way to improve your cultivation level." The ghost beast's father was a little reluctant.

The ghost beast shook its head, its face full of disbelief, "Don't try to comfort me anymore, Father. I've already tried everything."

The ghost beast's father said, "Do you know that our world wasn't always like this?"

"Before our extraordinary era, there was the technological age of humankind."

"In the beginning, there were no tribes."

"Our kind of tribe appeared later."

Ghosts and beasts had never heard of such a history.

All that could be heard was the father of the ghost beast taking a sip of wine and calmly saying, "This matter is best left to the two of us, father and son, to know."

“I’ve never even told your mother.”

The ghost beast's father said, "There are actually quite a few paths to advancement on the path to transcendence."

"Anyone with extraordinary abilities can choose a suitable path to advance."

"According to the records there, in the early days of the extraordinary era, everyone's extraordinary power was different."

"It can be said that a hundred flowers bloom, and each person is like a tribe."

To the demons, this was unbelievable.

Because within the same tribe, everyone possesses the same extraordinary power.

This is evidence that they belong to the same tribe.

If their supernatural powers are different, it means they are from other tribes.

Their extraordinary powers differ only in the degree of development and level.

The ghost beast finally came to its senses a little. "Father, how did you know some of this?"

Ghost Beast's father laughed and said, "When your father was young, he also went out to make his way in the world and met some different people."

"They all come from all over the country."

Have you ever ventured out into the world?
"Aren't there other tribes outside?" the ghost beast asked, confused.

In the Ghost Beast's understanding, the worldview is based on tribes.

There are tribes of all sizes in the world. Powerful tribes have more extraordinary individuals, and even more extraordinary individuals.

Besides these, there are some wandering people in the wild and other monsters.

The beast's father shook his head and said, "Our tribe's territory is just a small part of the whole world."

"I was quite shocked when I first found out."

"Father, what exactly is that method of improvement you just mentioned?" The ghost beast knelt on the ground. "Please tell me."

The demon pressed its forehead firmly to the ground.

“Sure, let’s trade ten bottles of jade wine,” Ghost Beast’s father laughed. “No, a hundred bottles.”

The ghost beast raised its head. "Father, I don't have that much right now."

"But give me time, and I will definitely raise the money for you."

Ghost Beast took out all of his only jade wine, which totaled more than ten bottles, and gave them all to his father.

"Good heavens, you really did hide some." The ghost beast's father couldn't understand where these came from. (End of Chapter)