Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 632 - 227: Wooden Parrot_4

Su Yue rolled up two dirt balls from his body and handed one to each of the two brothers.

"This..."

Huang Kui held the dirt ball, trembling.

Could this be some kind of cursed pill?

Swallowing this pill would put one's destiny in someone else's hands for life.

Huang Tuo felt even more tearless from grief.

What trouble have we gotten into now?

They had been robbed all the way, and just when they finally managed to rob someone else, they ended up in this passive situation again.

What kind of luck is this?

"One breath. If you don't swallow it, you'll die!"

Su Yue said impatiently.

The two brothers, terrified out of their wits, swallowed the pills without a word.

They had seen too many exiles die along the way, and if their lives ended here, they'd quickly become corpses.

It's better to live miserably than to die gracefully.

"So painful... Ah... Ancestor, have mercy!"

After taking the pill, Su Yue launched a soul strike at Huang Kui.

This mysterious and extraordinary battle tactic was quite intimidating.

Sure enough!

Huang Kui, who was originally standing obediently, suddenly fell into the mud, rolling and biting his teeth in pain, even swallowing a mouthful of mud.

"Ancestor, spare my life, ancestor, have mercy!"

Seeing Huang Kui nearly dying from pain, Huang Tuo hurriedly knelt and kowtowed.

This is too terrifying.

What kind of cursed pill is this? Huang Kui is obviously going to die from pain.

"Alright, as long as you two serve obediently in the future, I won't trigger the power of the curse.

"I warn you, even if you flee thousands of miles, I have a way to track you down, make you suffer for 300 days, and eventually die in agony.

"From today on, I am your Young Master Hong Guo, and you are my slaves, understood?"

Su Yue intimidated them a bit and didn't make things more difficult for Huang Tuo.

Huang Kui needed to be somewhat subdued; once he was intimidated, Huang Tuo would surely be scared out of his wits.

Moreover, performing the soul strike made Su Yue himself feel a lot of pain.

"Yes, yes!"

The brothers didn't dare to question an iota.

"Let's go, take me to Chaotic Camp Mountain."

With the short interlude over, Su Yue led his two newly acquired slaves toward Chaotic Camp Mountain.

...

Mao Yao City.

Atop the mountain behind the city, Mo Kai, as usual, gazed into the distance, standing still throughout the night.

No one dared to disturb him.

The Ninth Grade of other tribes had already returned to arrange their troops; soon, the area around Mao Yao City would become lively.

"Divine Land, be prepared; this time, I, Mo Kai, will give you a lesson you won't forget.

"These past few years, your Divine Land has bullied people too much."

Mo Kai murmured to himself.

At his feet, there was a meter-high wooden parrot.

Though old, it was vivid and lifelike. The parrot's eyes even twinkled, clearly a treasure.

"My disciple, today is your death anniversary, and I miss you dearly.

"Why were you so careless? How could you have been killed by Divine Land Martial Artists? You know, with your death, my opportunity to break through the peak is gone too.

"Where can I find another talent like you?

"Disciple, on your death anniversary today, bless me to find a disciple who can inherit your mantle."

Mo Kai picked up the parrot, murmuring to himself.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

In the distance was the Nine Beasts Mountain.

...

"Hungry..."

"I want to eat, I want to eat... I want to eat..."

"I want to eat meat, I want to eat flesh."

...

The roars from the Nine Beasts Mountain echoed continuously, as many demon beasts bellowed in rage.

Roar!

Suddenly, Mo Kai also let out a roar:

"Feed them tomorrow."

After his roar, the demon beasts on the Nine Beasts Mountain fell eerily silent, seeming to understand Mo Kai's words.

[Demon Language]

This was an unparalleled battle tactic mastered by Mo Kai.

But Mo Kai could only exert half of its power; to him, Demon Language was only an unparalleled tactic surpassing excellence.

The parrot in Mo Kai's hand was the carrier of Demon Language.

Sadly, now that Mo Kai was Ninth Grade, the wooden parrot was too fragile to withstand the insights of a Grandmaster, so Mo Kai lost the chance to learn completely.

Demon Language.

It can mimic the language of demon beasts and allows communication with them.

In fact, experts above the Grandmaster level can also roughly understand the meanings in demon beasts' voices.

But that is only understanding, not free communication.

If a demon beast is willing to communicate with you, a Grandmaster might have a chance.

But most of the time, demon beasts will attack the Eight Tribes of the Wet Realm indiscriminately.

Demon Language is different.

Demon Language simulates the language of demon beasts, which is completely different from communicating directly with Qi Blood.

Grandmasters using Qi Blood to speak is itself a provocation to the Demon Race.

But by using the language of the Demon Race, the beasts may at least listen.

Moreover, the strongest aspect of Demon Language is that it can have a certain affinity for demon beasts.

It is incredibly mysterious, capable of creating soothing waves that can calm enraged demon beasts.

Mo Kai realized only half of it back then, so he could only make the beasts understand his Demon Language but couldn't calm them down.

But Mo Kai is already Ninth Grade, and the wooden parrot is fragile, unable to endure the insights of a Grandmaster, so Mo Kai lost the chance to fully master it.

But he knows of an opportunity, one that can let him break through to the pinnacle.

This opportunity requires the Yangxiang Race of lower rank to acquire it.

Moreover, they must understand Demon Language.

Mo Kai had a cherished direct disciple who was a genius in battle tactics; sadly, due to an accident, the disciple was killed by the Wei Yuan Corps.

This has been a concern of Mo Kai's over the past year.

"Disciple, bless me to find a successor, and I will treat him as I treated you, as my own son.

"The wooden parrot can't last much longer, what should I do?"

Mo Kai held the wooden parrot, offering a bitter smile.

He glanced toward Chaotic Camp Mountain, his body flickering.

...

Su Yue and the two others finally arrived at Chaotic Camp Mountain.

On the way, Su Yue even grabbed two pairs of leather boots for his two servants; a slave needs to have some dignity too.

As expected, the place was quite chaotic.

There were almost no Fourth-Grade Martial Artists here, as they could mix into Mao Yao City.

Third-Grade Martial Artists, though unqualified to enter Mao Yao City, lived quite well here at Chaotic Camp Mountain, at least with some status.

In Chaotic Camp Mountain, there were also many exiles of Second and First Grade, living even harder lives.

This is the Wet Realm, where no one can change things.

Su Yue walked around with his two slaves; many people eyed their leather boots, with a few Third-Grade exiles pointing and looking envious.

Suddenly, Su Yue noticed a parrot in a corner.

Yes. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A wooden carved parrot.

It was very old, even somewhat ugly, seeming ready to fall apart.

This wooden parrot was next to an old man of Third Grade, who seemed unremarkable. His life seemed destined to be as such, yet no one attempted to snatch the parrot.

Perhaps, it was because the wooden parrot was worthless.

Su Yue instinctively walked over to the wooden parrot.

His heart was beating wildly.

Right.

While ordinary on the outside, the wooden parrot was imbued with a complicated array of Yangxiang Race battle tactic sequences.

Indeed, its complexity exceeded that of the Grandmaster Chain's.

Buzz!

As Su Yue approached, the wooden parrot's eyes flashed briefly.

At that moment, Mo Kai, who had been lazily lying there, twitched his eyelids.

Mo Kai was familiar with the young Yangxiang of Mao Yao City. He sought talented young warriors, but his only hope lay in seeking fortune at Chaotic Camp Mountain.

Thus, Mo Kai sometimes disguised himself as a Third-Grade and lingered here.

...

Where are everyone's votes?

So miserable!