I Tame Beasts by Feeding

He could see that the Red Purgatory Dragon’s once-muddled bloodline was slowly being refined and purified. Its previously mottled aura had also grown purer. Clearly, the Blood Nourishing and Dao Nurturing Pill was working.

ROAR ROAR ROAR!!

The Red Purgatory Dragon circled high in the sky. Swallowing the Blood Nourishing and Dao Nurturing Pill helped its original Red Refining Snake essence adapt more fully to its new dragon body, and in turn, it grew even more affectionate toward Yu Changsheng.

’One Blood Nourishing and Dao Nurturing Pill gave me ten thousand Essence Points. As expected, Tier Three Elixirs are all worth ten thousand Essence Points...’

After playing with the Red Purgatory Dragon for a while, Yu Changsheng recalled it to his Inner Realm. He looked at his remaining Essence Points and pondered for a moment.

’I still have over three hundred thousand Essence Points, so I’m not in dire need for now. But if I really start spending them, three hundred thousand will be gone in a flash. Right now, Elder Yang’s promise is a true godsend.’

’The ingredients for High-Tier Elixirs are priceless treasures. It would be a real headache if I had to buy them myself. But from now on, I can go to Elder Yang’s place every week for alchemy. That’ll save me a huge expense...’

’Becoming a High-Tier Alchemist sooner rather than later would be a massive benefit for me. I can’t let my alchemy skills fall too far behind.’

With these thoughts in mind, Yu Changsheng let out a breath. He checked on the status of his four Spirit Beasts and muttered softly:

"The Red Purgatory Dragon has finally entered the ranks of the King of Fog Beasts. The Profound Yin Illusion Turtle goes without saying. As for the Golden-Winged Eagle and the Colorful Star Deer, I need to find a chance for them to undergo another bloodline evolution... It wouldn’t be good for them to fall too far behind."

"I need to find an opportunity to look for suitable Spirit Beasts that can be used as evolution materials."

...

The next few days were calm and uneventful.

After the Illusion Mist Beast Valley Secret Realm concluded, the news of Yang Chengxu’s death, which had initially caused a huge uproar, gradually died down and was only mentioned occasionally.

That may have been the case in the Wanxiang Sect, but it was a different story elsewhere. As expected, the news of Yang Chengxu’s death could not be concealed. The Sect Leader of the Spirit Dragon Sect was furious. Mu Yongxian was punished with thirty years of confinement, and his tribute was revoked for a century. Furthermore, he was dispatched to personally give the Yang Family an explanation.

Yang Chengxu was the direct heir of the Yang Family. After joining the Spirit Dragon Sect, he was considered one of its prodigies, yet he had died during a trial. No matter how one looked at it, the Spirit Dragon Sect could not escape responsibility. A proper explanation was essential.

After all, the Yang Family was one of the most Prominent Families on the Martial Continent, and they even had a Purple Mansion Realm ancestor in their ranks. The current Patriarch, Yang Pengju, had long since reached the Golden Core Peak and was only a half-step away from the Purple Mansion Realm. He was hailed as the person in the entire Yang Family most likely to ascend to the Purple Mansion Realm within the next century. The Spirit Dragon Sect would not dare to offend such a family lightly.

The Yang Family Mansion was located in the Southwest of the Martial Continent, in a place that could be considered a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land. A massive array formed a protective dome covering a hundred-li radius, causing Spiritual Qi to naturally gather and flow toward it.

Tall walls stood silently across the vast landscape. Within them, towers and pavilions rose high, and the streets bustled with life. It was both a city and the ancestral home of the Yang Family, and as such, it was a peaceful place where petty miscreants dared not cause trouble.

「Inside the Yang Mansion.」

"Fellow Daoist Mu, are you saying my son... died at the hands of that Meng Wuan?!"

Yang Pengju furrowed his brow, his voice ice-cold as he looked at Mu Yongxian. Despite his rage, he managed to maintain his composure.

"It is the absolute truth." Mu Yongxian’s face was a mask of bitterness and sorrow. He was deathly pale, as if from extreme inner grief, and his words came out haltingly.

"At the time, I personally used Xu’er’s Soul Lamp as a guide. The killer was, indeed, that Meng Wuan. It’s just a pity that I..."

As Mu Yongxian spoke, he paused abruptly. The look of grief on his face intensified, and he seemed to choke up. He beat his chest in frustration, took a deep breath, and continued through gritted teeth.

"At that moment, I cursed my own lack of strength! With the Purple Mansion Realm’s Qing Zhu Master protecting him, I couldn’t kill his disciple, Meng Wuan, to avenge Xu’er. To make matters worse, people from the Wanxiang Sect were helping them. Against their combined forces, I was no match and could only retreat in fury."

"I rushed back to report to you, Fellow Daoist Yang, so we could figure out a plan together. Xu’er can’t be allowed to die such an unjust death! No matter what, we cannot let this matter go so easily. We must avenge Xu’er!"

Mu Yongxian delivered these words with tears in his eyes, his voice choked with emotion. He seemed utterly heartbroken, his expression shifting to one of deep regret. The sorrow in his eyes was as thick and dark as a storm cloud that would not disperse.

Even Yang Pengju was visibly moved. The furious grief on his face softened slightly as he rose to help Mu Yongxian to his feet. He then turned to look toward the southeast, and a cold light erupted in his eyes. A vast killing intent burst forth as his Half-Step Purple Mansion aura soared to the heavens, roiling the very air.

In that instant, all of Yang City was thrown into alarm. Countless people turned their heads in shock toward the Yang Mansion, their faces filled with a mixture of fear and speculation.

"Hmph! Purple Rainbow Sect, you have gone too far! Do you really think you alone rule the Martial Continent?!"

His voice exploded over the Yang Mansion like a clap of celestial thunder, rumbling like a distant storm. Anyone who heard it could feel the palpable rage it contained.

Yang Pengju was so enraged his hair and beard seemed to stand on end. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fury in his heart. Turning to the trembling Mu Yongxian, he spoke in a low voice.

"My son has been under your guidance all these years, Fellow Daoist Mu. Rest assured, I understand the situation. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"However, both the Purple Rainbow Sect and the Wanxiang Sect cannot escape the blame. When the time comes, I will need the Spirit Dragon Sect to stand with me and demand justice for my son."