Beast Taming: the More the Better - Chapter 679 - 307: Return to Jianghai! Birth of the Red Devil!_4
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Chapter 679: Chapter 307: Return to Jianghai! Birth of the Red Devil!_4
Su Ping waved his hand, then directly changed the subject, “Has Grandpa dealt with the family’s internal affairs?”
“Haha, this last Frost Wing Heavenly Dragon egg is enough to set those fellows at each other’s throats again! However, Xiao Ping, for your own sake, it would be best to leave as soon as possible if there is no business for you in Beiyuan,” Rong Bao said.
Su Ping nodded. The Dragon Emblem was enough to make him fearless of all overt opposition, but in this world, there were many underhanded tactics as well. A wise man does not stand under a wall that is about to collapse; make a bold impression and then leave—that was Su Ping’s style.
“I’ll leave tomorrow or maybe even tonight! My business here is finished anyway!” Su Ping let out a long breath.
He had been in Beiyuan for about half a month. During this half-month, his gains were nothing short of plentiful. The greatest of these was undoubtedly finding the path of evolution for Xiao Qing, as well as the addition of Biyao Chunshen. Naturally, he had no dissatisfaction.
“Alright, take this with you.” Rong Bao also breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking for a moment, he took something out from his clothes.
“This is…” Su Ping looked at the thick, thread-bound book but did not take it immediately.
“The Rong Family’s Beast Taming Legacy! It contains several unique methods of Pet Beast evolution and some of the Rong Family’s unique breeding techniques. Although these are also recorded in the Breeder Association’s archives, accessing them as a Breeder requires certain conditions. Given your high talent for breeding, this could be very useful for your reference.”
The Rong Family’s breeding legacy!? Su Ping’s eyes lit up. The inheritance of a beast-taming family with centuries of history was an incredibly astonishing treasure, regardless. However, he didn’t decline; he took it directly and nodded. “If I discover anything new or see room for improvement in the future, I will relay it to you.”
Rong Bao was taken aback, then smiled slightly. If it had been someone else, they would have studied the accumulated wisdom of a family over hundreds of years as if it were the absolute truth. Yet what his grandson was thinking about were the potential improvements to be made? Perhaps it was this confidence that accounted for the youngster’s accomplishments in breeding?
Looking at the self-assured youth before him, whose face bore a resemblance to his eldest daughter, Rong Bao was momentarily lost in thought. He actually had quite a few questions. How had Su Ping obtained the Dragon Emblem? Why was he recognized by the Five Saints’ Spirits? And how had he obtained the eggs of all Five Saints simultaneously, a situation unprecedented for centuries? But in the end, he chose not to ask. There is a point where one must stop inquiring. Curiosity, even among family members, can lead to estrangement.
So, after chatting with Su Ping for a while, and once Xing Chen returned, Rong Bao finally left.
「Three hours later.」
Su Ping stood in front of the Sky-splitter. He waved to Grandpa Rong Bao, Aunt Rong Qiu, Uncle Rong Xia, and Cousin Rong Mang, then pinched Rong Chan’s chubby cheeks before boarding the Sky-splitter again, this exclusive vehicle of the Ghost Saint.
“Leng Ye isn’t here?” Su Ping glanced around, somewhat surprised.
Xing Chen nodded. “The chief had some urgent matters to attend to. He even intended to come witness the Rong Family’s Five Saints Secret Realms event today, but a guest arrived unexpectedly, and he couldn’t make it. He instructed me to take you back to Jianghai! Also, the chief has heard about your performance this time and is very pleased.”
Su Ping was speechless, but he knew that as a Holy Spirit of high status, Leng Ye had many important matters to attend to and couldn’t always be around him.
“Also, Miss Zhao from the Anling Tree House is already waiting in Beihai City. We’ll go pick her up first and then head back to Jianghai.”
“Thanks, Brother Xing. You go ahead; I’ll rest for a bit first.” Having run through the Secret Realm for a day, Su Ping was indeed slightly fatigued.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Su Ping entered a rest room on the Sky-splitter. He lay on the sofa, and in the next second, something appeared in his hand. It was none other than the pink Snake Saint egg. The departure from the Rong Family had been quite hasty, and Su Ping hadn’t had the chance to inquire further about the egg. However, since he planned to take it home to raise anyway, there was no rush.
But just when Su Ping wanted to take a closer look, a crisp sound suddenly came from the shell of the pink egg.
CRACK!
Su Ping blinked, and then, a clear crack appeared on the pink eggshell. At the same time, there was a slight shake from the egg in his hand. It seemed as though something was about to burst out of the crack at any moment.
It’s hatching already? Su Ping himself hadn’t expected this, but he immediately held his breath and stared unblinkingly at the human-head-sized pink snake egg. The exhaustion from before vanished completely. In the next second, with a snap, a pink little head covered with transparent mucus popped out from the cracked egg.
It was indeed a snake’s head. What was peculiar, though, was that there were two delicate little horns growing on the snake’s head. They were certainly not dragon horns, different from both the antlers of the Divine Dragon and the reverse-spiked spiral horns of Giant Dragons. It was a kind of peculiar horn with an arc. At a glance, they even resembled the greatly curved horns of a bighorn sheep. Of course, on top of this pink little snake’s head, they were no thicker than a little finger, appearing extremely miniature. They were also a light pinkish-white color, incredibly delicate. And truth be told, they did somewhat resemble the fabled devil’s horns?
Its body was covered with pink and white patterns—there was no sign of blotches, making it look like a peculiar little snake draped in a pink and white cloak. So this is what they call the Red Devil? Su Ping blinked, beginning to understand why this Snake Saint egg was referred to as the Red Devil.
The little snake’s eyes hadn’t even fully opened yet. Though its body was merely twenty centimeters long, it was already acting on instinct, rapidly eating the scattered pink eggshells as if munching on biscuits, leaving nothing behind. Afterward, the pink little snake, now free of the mucus covering its body, finally opened its eyes completely. The first thing it saw was Su Ping lying there, staring at it without blinking. It then let out a tender hiss, “HISSSSSS!”
Su Ping could actually feel a strange, indescribable affection from this little creature toward him.
Hmm? Wasn’t it common knowledge in the Breeder community that a Pet Beast would feel a great affinity for the first living creature it sees upon birth?
And the next moment, the hitherto quiet Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas suddenly reacted. A page emerged and slowly turned within the Atlas. Instantly, the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas displayed the prompt Su Ping most wanted to see:
[Catalog ’Devil Snake’ activated, current Catalog Level: 1, Origin Reward obtained: Camouflage]
[Camouflage: Allows one to blend with the natural environment, achieving partial camouflage and invisibility while also reducing one’s presence.]
Devil Snake? Is that the original species of the Red Devil? But Su Ping had no time to ponder these things right now. He also didn’t dwell on the illumination of this insubstantial talent.
Feeling the feedback from the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas, Su Ping suddenly had a thought. If this was the case, could he rely on the newborn creatures to gain intimacy and quickly activate the rest of the Myriad Spirit Beast Atlas? However, there had been similar instances before, and they hadn’t been that easy, had they? Su Ping felt it was still well worth the attempt.


