Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Luo Chen gritted his teeth and clamped his grip on its neck tightly, his legs like iron clamps, while he kept shouting.

"You can't get rid of me! Be my obedient mount, and I promise I won't mistreat you!"

The Iron-feathered Vulture was even more furious. It was a spirit beast at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, with a fire spirit body, and it was going to be used as a mount by a mere brat who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

dream!

I am but an ordinary bird, how could I allow you, a bad person, to ride on my back?

The saying "A bird that lands on the plains is bullied by dogs" perfectly describes this situation!

But the wound bled more and more, and with each thud, the gunshot wound at the base of its wing would reopen, and excruciating pain spread throughout its body along its veins.

With its last breath, the Iron-feathered Vulture flapped its wings a few more times before finally running out of breath.

Crack!

Amidst its mournful cries, it plunged towards the bottom of the canyon.

Luo Chen kept adjusting his posture, always staying above the falling bird.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

This is his only thought right now.

If the bird dies, we can always go to Daling City.

boom!

A man and a bird crashed heavily into a thicket of bushes, breaking several tree trunks as thick as bowls, sending dust and broken leaves flying high into the air.

Luo Chen firmly held the top spot, while the bird was seriously injured in the fall.

The Iron-feathered Vulture lay on its side on the ground, its chest heaving violently, its golden eyes half-open and half-closed, too exhausted to even struggle.

Luo Chen flipped off its back, knelt on one knee, and took several breaths to steady himself.

He glanced down at the bloody hole at the base of the vulture's wing and frowned.

"Your injury is quite serious; the magic weapon of a Golden Core cultivator is indeed ruthless."

He reached out and brushed aside the blood-stained, sticky black and red feathers, examining the wound closely.

The golden spear pierced through the wing root, exposing the bone, and blood was still seeping out.

If this beast hadn't possessed a spirit fire physique and a robust constitution, it would have been dead long ago.

Iron-feathered vulture stared at him with half-open eyes, its gaze full of wariness and anger.

Luo Chen stared at it for two seconds before speaking calmly.

I'll give you two choices.

"First, become my mount, and I'll save you."

"Secondly, you can wait here to die; I won't lend a hand to strangers or birds."

"Yes, and thirdly, after you die, I'll have a whole roasted bird to go with my drinks."

He held up three fingers.

"I'll give you three breaths to consider, three..."

The Iron-feathered Vulture's pupils contracted slightly. It could indeed feel its strength rapidly draining away, and the muscles near its wound were beginning to feel cold.

If this continues, it will really die in this desolate wilderness.

Will I really be roasted and eaten by these despicable humans?

But to give it to someone who hasn't even reached the threshold of Foundation Establishment as a mount, where would that put their face?

It is a magnificent Iron-feathered Eagle, a spirit beast with a fire spirit body. There is not a second one like it in the entire Northern Region. How can it endure this humiliation?

"two......"

Luo Chen's voice was calm, and his gaze remained unwavering.

The Iron-feathered Vulture's wings twitched slightly, as if it wanted to flap them up, but it only managed to lift them half an inch before crashing back down, fresh blood gushing from its wound.

It was struggling internally, with dignity and survival locked in a fierce internal conflict.

"Fine...you're awesome. I'll go over there and watch you die. I'll have to have a good drink later."

After finishing his sentence, Luo Chen turned and left without looking back even once.

The Iron-feathered Vulture lay on the ground, watching that figure walk further and further away, and the taut string in its heart suddenly relaxed.

It stretched its neck, wanting to call out to bring the person back, but then felt it would be embarrassing and swallowed its voice.

Luo Chen walked more than ten zhang away, showing no sign of returning.

He knew very well that he couldn't turn back at this moment, because if he did, his momentum would dissipate.

Spirit beasts are even more cunning than humans. The more anxious you are, the more aloof they become. You have to be even less concerned than they are.

After walking another two zhang, a low, mournful cry finally came from behind.

Gaa...

Luo Chen's lips curled up in delight, and he suddenly stopped walking.

He slowly turned around and looked at the Iron-feathered Vulture on the ground.

"Have you thought it through? Once you've made a decision, you can't go back on it."

Gaa...

The eagle cried out again, its voice filled with resignation, and its golden eyes revealed an indescribable sorrow.

Luo Chen walked back and squatted down in front of it.

"Since you've agreed, then spit out your soul. Only when you've been marked will I feel at ease."

The Iron-feathered Vulture stared at him for several moments, seemingly hesitant.

But the excruciating pain from the wound kept surging up, and its consciousness began to blur.

Finally, it made up its mind and opened its mouth to spit out a ball of crystalline light.

It is three inches in size and has a pale golden luster all over its body. It is like a miniature version of itself, with a flowing spiritual charm and a warm and gentle aura.

Luo Chen flipped his hand, and a wisp of pure spiritual power condensed at his fingertips. He then quickly inscribed a mark on the soul.

The moment he planted it, he clearly felt a new connection between himself and the Iron-feathered Vulture.

With a thought, one can sense its heartbeat and pulse.

It became.

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief. In this barren northern region, finding a spirit beast was no easy feat.

If he really lets it die or escape, he'll regret it for a long time.

"Alright, from now on you're my bird."

He took out a healing pill and handed it to the vulture's beak.

"Since you're my mount, I won't treat you badly. Eat."

The Iron-feathered Vulture, which had been half-dead with its head drooping, suddenly brightened up when it smelled the fragrance of the elixir.

The elixir energy was so pure, clear and sweet, carrying a rich vitality.

It hesitated for a moment, then opened its beak and rolled the pill inside.

The moment the pill entered its stomach, a powerful medicinal force exploded within its body, flowing like warm water along its meridians. Wherever it went, the wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bloody hole at the base of the wing slowly closed up, and new flesh grew from the dark red wound, causing both pain and itching.

Iron-feathered Vulture's mind went completely blank.

The quality of this pill was far higher than it had imagined. Even the high-level spirit beasts in the Spirit Beast Valley might not be able to get their hands on such a good thing.

It glanced at Luo Chen furtively, and the resentment in its heart suddenly faded a bit.

This person's cultivation level is not high, but he has many tricks up his sleeve.

"As long as you behave well, I won't mistreat you."

Luo Chen stood up, patted its back, and looked the vulture over.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the bird's wounds were almost completely healed.

It flapped its wings, stood up, and stared at Luo Chen.

His round eyes revealed his unwillingness to accept defeat.

Luo Chen also stared at it.

This creature was over ten feet tall, and its wingspan was five feet.

Its feathers are entirely black with gold tinges, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the twilight.

Good bird!

He then flipped over and sat down.

"Let's go back to Dahuang City."

The Iron-feathered Vulture shook its wings but did not take off; instead, it let out a soft cry.

Luo Chen understood what it meant.

"What? You want revenge?"

Gah!

The eagle's cry was bright and clear, and a fierce glint flashed in its golden eyes.

Luo Chen chuckled.

"Fine, since you're now my mount, hitting you is like slapping my face. Let's go, let's get revenge."

Crack!

The Iron-feathered Vulture let out a joyful cry, its wings suddenly spread, creating a gust of wind that sent it soaring into the sky, carrying Luo Chen with it.

A dark shadow streaked across the night sky, moving so fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage.

Luo Chen lay on the back of the vulture, his robes fluttering in the wind.

I glanced down at the canyon below and saw it rapidly receding.