Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 20: Demonic path cultivators

Wei Long licked his fangs.

The Forest Glum twitched at his feet. Its grotesque, misshapen body shuddered as it took its final breaths. A tangled mass of fur, scales, insect wings, and mismatched limbs.

Even dying, it looked utterly wrong.

Like a nightmare stitched together by a madman.

But to Wei Long—it looked somewhat delicious.

Am I seeing something wrong this time? He thought.

Closing his eyes and opening his predatory mouth—CHOMP.

His jaws clamped down.

Bones snapped like dry twigs. Dark ichor burst, coating his tongue. The taste hit him instantly.

And it was—savory?

Wei Long's golden eyes widened.

Is this for real?

His forked tongue flicked out, savoring the aftertaste.

This wasn't like the bland, gamey flesh of the savage beasts he had eaten before in this sanctuary.

No.

This was something else.

Something richer.

Something that made his very cells hum with satisfaction.

I need to make sure, Wei Long thought. So he ripped another chunk free.

A mix of feathers and flesh, soft yet firm, melting on his tongue.

There was a deep, smoky flavor that clung to his teeth.

Like roasted meat marinated in some forbidden darkness.

It was intoxicating.

It was exquisite.

Wei Long tilted his head back, swallowing an entire limb.

It slid down his throat with a satisfying gulp.

Holy shit! He mumbled in disbelief!

Every bite filled him with a warmth that spread through his core.

Not just warmth—power.

It was like his body was absorbing something greater.

Something beyond just meat and bones.

Nah! Fuck this! Wei Long said to himself.

Like he had never eaten in his entire life, his claws sank into the beast's side, carving through flesh with ease.

Black essence leaked from the wounds, seeping into the stone.

Wei Long didn't waste a drop.

He lapped at the dark liquid, letting its bitterness dance across his tongue.

The taste—tt was like eating the day and night itself.

Dark. Bitter. Bright. Yet... strangely addictive.

Wei Long tore through the creature with pure carnivorous joy.

Feathers fluttered.

Scales cracked.

Organs burst between his fangs.

He devoured everything.

Bit by bit—until there was nothing left.

Wei Long licked his chops, his breath heavy.

"Hhhmmm... I didn't expect this... That was—amazing."

He had never tasted anything like it.

His tail swished in satisfaction.

Then—

Ding!

You have absorbed the genes of a perfect target. Due to being a creature created to be a top predator, the soul and the body are not affected by its negative effects.

Creating new Bio-engineered Abilities...

You may select one of the following seven options.

1. Bio-engineered Mortal Dragon Sigh (Peak).

2. Bio-engineered Mortal Eating Rocks (Peak).

3. Bio-engineered Mortal Soaring Speed (Peak).

4. Bio-engineered Mortal Digging Ground (Peak).

5. Bio-engineered Mortal Palm Tree destroyer (Peak).

6. Bio-engineered Mortal Silent fart (Peak).

7. Bio-engineered Mortal Ass Grinding (Peak).

Wei Long froze.

His golden eyes narrowed.

What to choose?

Hmmm...

Why does this feel wrong, he thought.

The system had never done this before.

Seven choices?

And every single one of them had the word "Bio-engineered" attached to it.

That...

That was new.

Normally, whenever Wei Long ate a beast, he only got abilities that were exact copies of the creatures he devoured.

Weaker. Basic.

If he wanted a Peak-level ability, he had to consume dozens of the same creature at the exact same level. It should be same level.

A tedious, painful grind.

But now?

Just one beast.

Just one meal.

And he could pick a fully optimized, Peak-tier ability?

Wei Long's mouth curled into a smirk.

This...

This changed everything.

He scanned the list.

Then, without hesitation—

He picked Bio-engineered Mortal Soaring Speed (Peak).

Instantly—A sensation spread through his limbs.

Like a wild storm awakening in his muscles.

His bones tingled.

His tendons tightened.

A strange lightness filled his body—as if gravity itself had weakened.

Wei Long flexed his legs.

A gust of wind kicked up, swirling dust around him.

He stomped down—

WHOOSH!

His body blurred.

For a split second—he felt like he had soared.

Not jumped.

Soared.

Ding!

Name: Wei Long

Level: 11 Mortal Beast

Age: 2 days

Race: Dinosaur Hybrid

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Current Stage: Juvenile Dinosaur

Innate Ability: Predatory Bio-engineering

Clan: Blue Eyes White Heaven Dragons

Innate Bio-engineered Abilities:

Bio-engineered Mortal Healing (Peak).

Bio-engineered Mortal Toxic Scales (Peak).

Bio-engineered Mortal Camouflage (Peak).

Bio-engineered Mortal Reptilian Communication (Peak).

Bio-engineered Mortal Predatory Senses (Peak).

Bio-engineered Mortal Soaring Speed (Peak).

Innate Bio-engineered Hidden Instincts:

Unknown

Unknown

Wei Long let out a deep, rolling laugh.

His voice echoed through the cave.

Speed.

Speed meant he could catch.

Speed meant he could escape.

Speed meant he could control the battlefield.

He looked down at his claws.

The Demonic Dao essence...

Had given him a shortcut to power.

A wicked grin stretched across his predatory maw.

He flicked his tail.

His eyes gleamed.

"I need to hunt more..."

His body blurred.

The wind roared.

Then—He vanished.

Not long after, Wei Long prowled through the dense forest, his golden eyes gleaming.

The air was thick with humidity, carrying the scent of beasts, blood, and damp earth. His tail swayed low, his body moving in perfect silence.

He was hunting.

But something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

He had already killed and devoured three beasts:

A deer-like creature with shadowy veins crawling beneath its skin.

A spiny rat, its red eyes twitching as it attacked without fear.

A capybara-like beast, its body reeking of dark corruption.

Yet—Nothing.

No new Bioengineered abilities.

No system notification.

No surge of power.

Just...

Delicious Meat.

Wei Long licked his bloody fangs, scowling.

Something wasn't adding up, he mumbled.

He knew these beasts were infected.

He could smell the Demonic Dao essence seeping from them.

Yet, unlike the Forest Glum he devoured earlier—they weren't granting him anything.

His tail flicked in frustration.

Was it—

Luck?

Chance?

Did he need to gamble every time he ate a demonic beast?

That thought made his claws tighten.

If this was just about luck...

Then it meant—he had to devour hundreds, maybe thousands just to get something useful.

Wei Long snorted.

"Figures."

Of course, power wouldn't come easily.

Nothing in this brutal world was easy.

And if it was?

It was probably a trap.

Still—

That didn't mean he would stop.

Even if the odds were low, as long as he kept eating, eventually—he'd get stronger. And the stronger he got, the more beasts he could hunt.

It was simple.

A game of patience and numbers.

And Wei Long was willing to play.

So he kept hunting.

He chased a limping fox, its body wracked with dark boils.

He stalked a two-headed vulture, its feathers slick with foul energy.

He tore apart a mutated snake, its scales hissing with eerie whispers.

Each time—

Nothing.

Each time—

He grew more irritated.

Each time—

His body ached from the effort.

Wei Long paused, panting.

His muscles burned, his breath coming in short, heavy bursts.

"Why is there nothing?" He mumbled in frustration and confusion.

His body was strong—but even he had limits.

And this endless hunt?

It was exhausting.

Still, Wei Long gritted his teeth.

This wasn't working.

He had to change tactics.

Maybe find a den of Demonic Dao beasts instead of random strays.

Something that guaranteed corruption instead of relying on pure luck.

But before he could make a plan—something caught his eye.

Far ahead—a group of figures stood in a clearing.

Wei Long's pupils shrank.

Humans.

Five of them.

What are they?

They were dressed in dark robes, their clothes embroidered with twisting blood-red patterns.

Each one carried a jagged weapon—

A hooked saber.

A serrated spear.

A long staff etched with eerie runes.

Their Qi flickered like black fire, crawling along their skin.

Demonic Cultivators? Wei Long guessed correctly, after he already encountered one.

Wei Long instinctively activated his Bio-engineered Camouflage.

His scales shifted, blending into the surrounding shadows.

He lowered himself, and decided to just watch, listen and observe.

After all, the cultivators weren't alone.

They were surrounded by pig-like beasts, each one twice their size.

Thick leathery skin.

Glowing crimson eyes.

Curved tusks dripping with dark saliva.

The creatures snorted and pawed at the ground, their bodies radiating an unnatural aura.

Mortal Beast Level 10 to 11.

Wei Long would see their faces, the cultivators looked...

Frustrated. Angry. Tired.

They spoke in low, hushed tones.

"Where is the other orb?"

Wei Long's eyes flickered.

Orb?

Don't tell me—

He could only widen his eyes.

A younger-looking cultivator spat on the ground.

"We needed both to activate the formation! Without it, we're stuck here!"

Another, an older man with a long scar across his cheek, growled.

"Damn it. Where is he? Did he get caught or something? The warning soul flag is not activated so it means that the Autumn Dragon Sect still seems to be clueless to our presence, so what could have happened to the holder of that orb?"

A third cultivator, a woman with hollow eyes, spoke coldly.

"Either it was taken... or something ate it."

Wei Long's heart skipped a beat.

Ate it?

That sounded familiar.

No! It should be the one he killed they were talking about and the orb he absorbed.

The scarred man cursed.

"We don't have time for this. We need to report back. If we don't return with the orbs, we'll—"

SNAP.

Everyone froze.

Wei Long's spine stiffened.

The cultivators' heads jerked up.

The pig-beasts grunted, their ears flicking toward the treetops.

Something was coming.

Something big.

Wei Long cursed internally.

This was not the time to get caught.

He stayed perfectly still, his body blending into the shadows.

He had no idea what was about to appear.

But whatever it was—

It had all of them on high alert.

Even the Demonic Cultivators looked...

Worried.