Beast World: A Fragile Beauty Blessed with Many Children-Chapter 348 - 347: The Sneaky Flame

The Wild Boar Beastmen looked up to see the fireball relentlessly chasing the White-shouldered Eagle.

"Hey, my eyesight can’t be so bad that I can’t tell an eagle from a black crow! That guy disguised himself to trick us into ambushing the Eagle Clan. What’s he playing at!"

"What else could it be? He must have a grudge against someone and is using us as meat shields! Does he really think that just because we Wild Boar Beastmen have thick hides, we have thick skulls too, and will let him order us around blindly?"

"Exactly! He’s up to no good... He’s from the Eagle Clan, so maybe he’s after our meat, trying to get us to serve ourselves up as winter provisions... He’s even eyeing the cubs. What kind of decent male would do that..."

The fireball was incredibly fast. Zhu Bang had to fly with all his might, occasionally making sharp turns just to put some distance between them.

Xu Chi and Si Shuo followed from a distance. About fifteen minutes later, the fireball finally faded and disappeared!

"Does this mean the Curse either takes effect immediately or only lasts for a quarter of an hour?" Si Shuo said with a hint of understanding.

However, birds are naturally afraid of fire. Si Shuo and the others had nothing better to do than tail Zhu Bang. Whenever he tried to persuade a tribe or a pack of Rogue Beasts, just as he thought he was about to succeed, a fireball would descend from the sky, starting another round of pursuit.

After this happened three times, a faint fear grew in Zhu Bang’s heart. He felt that either someone was secretly plotting against him or this was a warning from the Beast God!

He flew back to the clan with a gloomy expression, only to once again witness Yin Jiang leading the Eagle Clan members back from a grand hunt. Everyone had a bountiful harvest, and the celebratory atmosphere throughout the clan was comparable to their return from the spring or autumn hunts.

"Yin Jiang, you’re amazing! Usually, when we hunt on the plains, we only dare to pick off lone cattle or sheep. But with you leading, we went straight for the flocks. It felt so good! If we take down two or three more herds, we won’t have to go hungry this winter..."

"Yin Jiang, has your strength skyrocketed since you were reborn? I can feel that your aura is much stronger than before..."

Yin Jiang smiled and replied to each of them. "That’s right." He looked up at Zhu Bang, who was standing at the cave entrance, and said, word by word, "After being reborn, we of the Eagle Falcon Clan have experienced life and death, so it’s natural to gain immense benefits.

After all, didn’t my father, Zhu Bang, also break through to become a Level 15 Beastman? I’m on the verge of breaking through to Level 14. That shouldn’t be too strange, should it?"

His words made everyone gasp. The higher a Beastman’s Level, the harder it was to advance. Many were stuck at the same Level for ten or twenty years, or even for the rest of their lives.

How old was Yin Jiang? And he was already about to break through to Level 14. Most importantly, he was a Hunting Falcon, born with superior combat abilities and the power to fight those at a higher Level.

One of the more simple-minded beastmen blurted out in surprise, "Yin Jiang, doesn’t that mean you could even beat Lord Zhu Bang?"

Yin Jiang raised an eyebrow, still looking at Zhu Bang with a smile. "Father Zhu Bang, I’m not sure of my own strength right now either. Why don’t we have a friendly spar?"

Beastmen were naturally competitive. Hearing this, before Zhu Bang could even say anything, the crowd started shouting in excitement.

"Yin Jiang, you’re still too young," Yun Mei said, frowning in displeasure. "Lord Zhu Bang is your father, after all. He’s fought more battles than you’ve had meals; he’s incredibly experienced. Don’t let a few compliments go to your head and make you forget your place. Besides, haven’t you not even broken through to Level 14 yet? With a whole Level between you, you’re truly overestimating yourself!"

Zhu Bang’s face was cold and grim as he said, "Yin Jiang, out of respect for my past relationship with your mother, I won’t hold this against you. You are no longer a member of the Eagle Clan and shouldn’t be participating in our group activities.

Otherwise, I’ll have to suspect you returned to Eagle Cliff with ulterior motives."

"What motives could I have?" Yin Jiang asked in feigned surprise. "On the contrary, Father Zhu Bang, we heard something rather amusing on our way back.

They say a certain White-shouldered Eagle disguised itself as a black crow to persuade several neighboring tribes to ambush us, only to be struck down by a heavenly punishment from the Beast God.

I wonder, Father Zhu Bang, do you know if your own kin includes such a despicable, treacherous, and malicious villain who would bring a wolf into our home?"

Zhu Bang clenched his fists but forced a smile. "There are many White-shouldered Eagles. Eagle Cliff alone has seventy or eighty of them. I don’t even know them all, so how could I possibly know?"

Just as he spoke, Si Shuo nudged Sweet Ring. The little guy understood immediately and moved its mouth.

A ball of fire descended from the sky along the cliff face. It crept down slowly, and besides Si Shuo and his companions, no one else noticed it.

’For the first time, Si Shuo detected a hint of sneakiness from a fireball, mixed with a trace of... creepiness?!’

But when it reached the cave entrance, it suddenly shot in front of Zhu Bang and split open into a grinning face, complete with two inverted triangular eyes and a row of jagged teeth. It cackled wildly, seeming utterly arrogant.

The immense heat made Zhu Bang feel an unprecedented threat—not to mention he had already been chased by this thing three whole times!

He could no longer bother maintaining his high-and-mighty facade in front of his clansmen. He transformed into a White-shouldered Eagle and was about to dart out, but the fire suddenly swelled, blocking the entire cave entrance and steadily advancing inside.

"Why does this scene look so familiar..."

"Didn’t the surrounding tribes say that a White-shouldered Eagle was being chased all over the sky by a punishment fireball from the Beast God? It couldn’t be Lord Zhu Bang, could it?"

"No way. He’s a Level 15 Beastman. How could he disguise himself as a black crow and conspire with outsiders to attack his own clan?"

Zhu Bang had never felt so humiliated; it was as if the fire had already peeled off a layer of his skin. But before he could think any further, the bared-toothed fireball was right in front of him.

The scorching air was already filled with the smell of burning feathers. If he dodged any longer, he would be burned bald!

Zhu Bang looked at the approaching flames, gritted his teeth, and braced himself to charge through.

However, as if anticipating his move, the flames changed shape, shifting from a horizontal wall into a vertical, solid barrel.

Zhu Bang shut his eyes and burst through the barrel. All of his feathers were singed clean off, turning him into a bald, plump chicken. He reached the cave entrance, leaped, spread his wings, and—SPLAT—crashed to the ground!

The entire Eagle Clan fell silent. ’Is this something we’re even allowed to watch?’

At that moment, Zhu Bang hated his high Level more than anything. After falling from such a height, he hadn’t even passed out.

"Father, who caught this bald chicken? Can we eat it?" Yuanyuan arrived with a group of little friends, chirping naively. "Did Father pluck its feathers on purpose to give us some training?"

The group of little blockheads behind him were all fired up, ready to rush over and start pecking and scratching, but they were each held back by their own fathers.

Yin Jiang let out a soft cough as he and Pang Yuan grabbed the leaders, Yuanyuan and the Little Golden Eagle, respectively.

"That’s your Grandpa Zhu Bang..."

"Is Grandpa really strong? Did he get too hot and take off his clothes to cool down? But why didn’t he at least leave his underwear on?" Yuanyuan used one wing to cover his own eyes and the other to cover the Little Golden Eagle’s. "He’s so old, yet he has no shame. Brother Bo, you can’t be like him. For shame..."

"Shaaame, shaaame, no shaaame..." the little blockheads chimed in, only to have their mouths quickly covered by their fathers...